#i just like sundresses and HATE ���real” bras

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

i need a uncomfortable amount of maxi sundresses for the summer BUT i would also like to wear a sports bra under them w/o the straps showing AND the chest section of the dress to not be made so short that the 'waist' cuts across the middle of my sports-bra-uni-boob WITHOUT them being super expensive...

...is that so hard of an ask?

(i'm a US women's 3x..it is that hard of an ask)

[blueicequeen19]

Prisoner

Warnings: threats, blackmail, implied non-con, unprotected sex

Rafe’s large hand tightens around your wrist as you try to leave, a sinking feeling filling your gut. He wasn’t going to let you leave.

You lifted your chin to look into his blue eyes, his pupils blown and his jaw slack at he gazes at you with pure heat and desire.

“Rafe, let go.” You try to say as calmly as you can, giving your wrist a tug but he only shakes his head, not budging.

“I’ve waited too long to have you just to let you walk away now.” Rafe says softly, taking a step towards you causing you to back away. Your back meets the door and Rafe doesn’t stop closing in until his chest is pressed to yours. His blue eyes are hooded as his hand suddenly wraps around your throat, his thumb gently stroking your racing pulse.

“So you can either stay willingly.. or unwillingly. Your decision.” Rafe leans in to kiss you but you turn your head, feeling his lips brush your cheek as his hand flexes around your neck.

“I don’t want you.”

“You will.”

“I will never love you.”

“I’m extremely persuasive.”

“I’m in love with JJ.”

Rafe’s hand tightens on your throat, a snarl forming on his lips as he cuts off your air supply while pressing his forehead to yours. You thrash against him, dragging your nails across his hand and the side of his neck when he finally loosens his hold. You sag against the wall with tears in your eyes just as Rafe leans in and presses his lips to yours, the blood you’d drawn with your nails starting to drip down your dress.

“Don’t ever say those fucking words again or you’ll be in love with a corpse.” Rafe whispers but the threat very real in his voice. You push at his chest, the tears falling freely as you bite back a sob. Rafe smirks as he leans in to lick your tears, making you whimper and push harder against him.

“Rafe, please don’t do this.” You plead as he presses his body harder against yours. His free hand comes up to cup your breast through your dress, his fingers gently pinching your nipple since you weren’t wearing a bra.

“I think I want two kids. A boy and a girl. Maybe a third.” Rafe murmurs, making your eyes widen in alarm.

“Rafe.”

“I want to name our son after my dad but you can pick the girl name.”

“Rafe!”

“Okay, you can pick both but his middle name should be Ward.” You panic, bringing your knee up in an instant between his legs but he’s quicker. A dark laugh rumbles his chest before he fists the front of your favorite sundress and rips it clear down the middle. Both hands immediately cup your breasts, tweaking your nipples as you tremble against the wall.

“You hit me and I’ll tie your arms behind your back. You kick me and I’ll hogtie you. You bite me and I’ll put a ball gag shaped like a cock down your throat.” Rafe growls, pushing the fabric of your dress off your shoulders before pulling his polo over his head. There’s blood running down his neck from your nails.

“Rafe, please.” You cry as he leads you over to hot-tub on his outdoor patio. He practically had a view of the whole island blanketed in darkness.

“I can be gentle or I can be rough.” Rafe growls in your ear from behind. You feel him slip his pants off then he’s pulling your panties now your thighs before his hands come up to cup the swells of your ass before smacking each one.

“Perfect.” Rafe’s breathes, giving you butterflies that you fight to ignore.

You flinch as his hands roam over every inch of your skin, his breath hot on your body. You pull away and step into the hot tub to get away from him, adverting your eyes so you don’t have to see the member bobbing between his legs as he joins you.

“You don’t have to be afraid. I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to be with you.” Rafe says with a smile, slowly approaching you in the hot water even as you cower away from him. Rafe doesn’t hesitate in pulling you on to his lap despite your efforts to push against him. You feel his cock immediately rubbing against your clit, making you hate the way your body reacts to him. His large hands squeeze your ass, not letting you pull away.

“I don’t want to be with you.” You bite out, your nails digging into his neck again but he only smiles before dipping his head to suck one of your nipples in his mouth. A soft moan leaves your lips before you can stop it but you quickly clamp your mouth shut as he licks and sucks gently, his cock still nudging your clit.

“JJ will come looking for me. They all will. They won’t believe I stayed here willingly.” You growl, pushing at Rafe’s shoulders when his teeth catch your nipple. You yelp when he bites down only for him to lick away the sting a moment later.

“That’s fine. Let them come. Trespassers get arrested. Or shot.” Rafe mumbles around your nipple in his mouth, making you whimper as he starts to kiss his way up your chest and to your neck. A single tear slides down your cheek and Rafe quickly licks it away, letting his tongue find your bottom lip next.

“Don’t cry, baby. I haven’t even given you my cock yet. You can cry then.” Rafe whispers, attempting to kiss you again only for you to pull away with a snarl, your nails drawing more blood on his shoulders.

“Mark me. Do it. I love it. I’ll make sure I tell JJ how I got it. Sweet little Y/N rode my cock until she passed out and I fucked her some more.”

“I’ll run away.” You snap.

“I’ll drag you back by your hair and chain you to my bed.” Rafe growls, his hand finding it’s way into the back of your hair and the other finding your clit.

“You can’t keep me prisoner.” Your voice breaks as pleasure erupts all over your body, your pussy aching to be filled.

“Then agree to stay. Stay with me.” Rafe greedily slips two fingers into your pussy and your head falls back on a moan as he curls his fingers just right. The pleasure is too much. You’re mind and body turn to goo as you start to shamelessly grind on his fingers. Just when your body starts to clench down, he withdraws his fingers and sucks them clean in his mouth.

“L-let m-me have JJ too and I’ll stay.” You blurt, deciding to gain the upper hand as you quickly line him up with your entrance and sink down on his thick cock. Rafe’s eyes narrow as his jaw clenched, his hands quickly grabbing your ass and impaling you completely on him.

You whimper, too full too fast. Rafe snarls, pulling his lips back like an animal to bare teeth as you start to move. It hurts. Like he’s going to come out your throat but you don’t give up. He wanted you and you could use that to your advantage. He couldn’t say no to what your body was doing to his. His cock was throbbing inside your tight walls.

“Let me keep JJ and you can have me. I’ll stay.” You whisper, running your hands up his broad chest to cup his neck, smearing the thin trails of blood as you keep bouncing on his cock.

“Share me Rafe and I’ll stay.” You press your lips to his and Rafe moans loudly, his arms banding around your waist to hold you in place as he starts to trust up into you. One hand slides down your lower back and between your cheeks, making your eyes snap open in surprise as he presses a finger to your ass.

“You’ll stay regardless because after this the only cock you’ll crave is mine. I plan to make sure you forget all about him. But go ahead, fuck me to try and get your way. Use me like I’m going to use you.”

[darling-to-death]

I play DoL as a dress up sim (lol) so I always like seeing how people dress up their PCs so... What clothes does Penelope have? If it's okay to ask! 👉👈

Oh my gosh! <3 Of course it's okay to ask! Thank you for taking an interest in my PC! Also playing it as a dress up sim is VALID. Lowkey I do that as well.

I have two options I use for the school uniform. I either use the school shirt and the long school skirt or the school overalls. Once I can afford them, I always buy kitten heels and a headband to look cute. I've gone back and forth on what color I use for the uniform, but lately it's been purple!

For swimwear, I start off buying the school swimsuit in whatever color the uniform is, because I think the matching is cute. Then when I have enough money I buy the cuter swimsuit, normally in pink, and not for swim class, but when I go swimming for artifacts at the beach or the lake, I wear the wetsuit.

For jobs around town I'll have a special little outfit designed to help boost my stats. I wear the nun uniform when I work at the temple, because it helps boost my purity. I wear a waitress uniform when I work at the cafe, because it helps my tips, and I splurge for the Victorian maid outfit when I do housekeeping. Any maid outfit will boost your housekeeping stat, but the Victorian one is the prettiest so it's the one I like to wear. (It's also the most expensive one. ;_;)

These are my two night uniforms. I'm either dancing or doing "other stuff" at the club/brothel. It takes a while for my exhibition to be high enough to let me wear just the cat bra/panties, but once I can wear them I think it's a very cute outfit. Then on Saturday nights I'm always with Avery, because I love him and I NEED money. I like wearing the fancy gothic gown, and I never play as a cross-dresser, but I think the top hat really brings the outfit together. (I have no style.) So even though it's a male-coded clothing item, I always add it in to be cute.

On weekends I try to use that time to do the more tedious gameplay stuff. My athletics stat is always horribly low, because I hate having to go to the park to run. Whenever I do try to get it up, I put on the cheerleading uniform, because I think the sports clothes give a slight boost to athletics. I also make sure it matches whatever school colors I'm working with at the moment. I don't make it to the farm often, because it's just so far awaaayyyyy, but when I do I wanna be the cutest little farmhand ever! So I wear the cowboy hat and the cow chaps and the plaid and the work gloves and yadda yadda. I wish I could wear the cowboy boots but for gameplay purposes I always wear the work boots, because they're rugged. Rugged footwear helps me not slip and hurt myself when I go exploring the moors.

Finally I have my everyday and my sleepwear outfits! I normally just stick with the white sundress you get at the beginning of the game, but once I learn how to make flower crowns with Robin I ALWAYS wear a flower crown. It doesn't affect the actual gameplay, but when I'm selling at the stall wearing a flower crown of my flowers I think it helps sell the quality of my product. Also, it's the cutest accessory in the game. Then for sleep I always buy the cow onsie, because yes you guessed it, I think it's the cutest. All of my clothing sets are motivated by how cute I think something is. Haha. But it also gives a boost to how effective your sleep is which I constantly need especially on the night of the Blood Moon, because I'm going to be real with you. I know the Ivory Wraith is a rather popular NPC, but I think he's too much trouble. I just have Penelope stay awake the entire night and then skip school the next day to catch up on her sleep. No possession for me. :3c

I also used to make her wear glasses with every outfit, because I myself have glasses and she's mostly a self-insert, but she's also a teeny bit of a physical wishfullment self insert, so in my ideal world I don't have shit eyesight and neither does Penelope.

Anyway, I hope you like the little doodles, and thank you again so very much for letting me talk about my OCs! Much love and best wishes! UwU.

[fernweh-writes]

Hey, it’s me again :3

My birthday is soon(next week on the Friday)

So I wondered if you could write headcanons for the Slasher with an Birthday S/O.

Like what would they give her, what would they do on her birthday. You probably get what I mean.

But only if it’s alright and you got time, if not it’s also fine^^

I already say thank you :3💕💕(btw I really love your writing <3)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVE, I HOPE YOU HAVE AN AMAZING DAY!! I did see the other little tidbit you sent in and yes, ofc, anything for you. Especially since it’s your birthday and you asked so nicely<3

(Going ahead and posting this a lil early… i think? I can’t remember when you sent this in sorry :/)

-Fern🌿

Slashers on their S/O’s Birthday

Warnings: NSFW content, 18+

Michael Myers

Michael has always been pretty indifferent towards birthdays. So what, you’re getting older big whoop. He doesn’t see them as important and doesn’t understand the point of celebrating them.

However, as you keep mentioning to him that your birthday is coming up, he gets the hint. Michael isn’t stupid and he knows you well enough to be able to tell what you want.

Still, Michael isn’t going to throw you a party or decorate or anything like that. Instead he makes a statement just by spending the entire day with you.

During your time spent together you find out Michael did actually buy a cake for you. Although it was also partially for his own benefit as well seeing as he has a major sweet tooth. He even got “Happy Birthday y/n” written on the top in your favorite color. When you bite into it, you realize that it’s also your favorite flavor.

After the cake, Michael brings you a small box with a horribly tied ribbon wrapped around it. Don’t look at him funny, he tried okay. So what the gift inside was most likely stolen from a victims, you got a present that you loved. Isn’t that all that really matters?

Michael isn’t much of a giver in bed, he prefers to take. He mainly focuses on achieving his own end and whatever pleasure you get during that is what you get. But tonight he’ll make a point of not only making you finish first once, but numerous times throughout the night. Today is about you after all, why not try and set a new record in bed to mark the start of a new age.

Bo Sinclair

Morning sex, congratulations, this morning you become breakfast for Bo. No need to get up early to cook for him when he can simply devour you.

Surprise! He won’t be an ass to anyone for one whole day. Just for you darlin’. If some people happen to stumble into town, Bo won’t let anyone ruin your day, and quickly has Vincent take care of them. Even Lester will help out if need be, even though Les hates participating in the “family company”.

Sneaks away in the middle of the night to decorate the house. Luckily, Vincent pitches in and helps him make everything look nice. Bo goes all out with streamers, balloons, banners, he even got you a cake!

He’s more than eager to give you your presents as well. Of course he had to buy you a lingerie set, it’s a surprise that’ll help the two of you later that night…

Bo is a simple man, he just wants everyone to know that you belong to him. So he also got you a dainty little necklace of his name. Sure it may be cute to you, but secretly he’s laying his claim to you.

Usually he’s busy with keeping up the town but just this once he spends the entire day with you. Bo spending so much quality time with you doing whatever you want really says a lot.

He may even take you to the next town over for a nice dinner. After all, no one should have to cook on their own birthday and it’ll make good use of the cute little sundress he got you and gives you the opportunity to dress up. You better wear the lingerie he got you under it though. Good luck making it to the bedroom when the two of you get back from the restaurant.

Vincent Sinclair

You’re not sure who is more excited, him or you. Vincent makes sure that you have the best time ever and makes the whole day about you. It’s the perfect chance for him to spend the whole day with you and show you how much he loves you.

When you wake up he’ll be missing. He woke up early to make you your favorite breakfast. He had hoped to bring it to you in bed but sadly you’ve always been the early riser. Luckily for you, unlike Bo, Vincent is a good cook. How do you think the three boys survived before you showed up?

Vincent has always been a more private person so while there’s not any decorations all over the house and he can’t take you out to a fancy dinner you can still expect plenty of sweet surprises. He made you a bouquet of wildflowers that he picked, got you the new books you had been telling him you wanted, managed to snag one of the vinyls for the new album your favorite artist had recently released, and even got you some new outfits that he thought would look cute on you.

Vincent would be the one to put on music and dance around the living room with you. He enjoys personal time with you and uses the day to really express to you just how much he cares for you.

At the end of the day he runs you a hot bath. While you soak in the tub he throws around the rose petals and gets the ribbons and candles ready. Before you have time to get dressed Vincent will be scooping you up, tossing you on the bed, and tying you up. Be ready for a long night!

Thomas Hewitt

There’s not really much he can do for you seeing as the town is running low on supplies. Still, he’ll do his best to still make your birthday special for you. Mainly he’s just going to kick Hoyt and Monty out for the day so that you can have one peaceful day together. Luda gets to stay seeing as she’s also happy to celebrate with you.

Thomas lets Luda Mae know he wants to surprise you with something. So while he works on the surprise she’ll make sure to keep you occupied. Luda Mae will fix your hair for you and go ahead and give you the gift that she had made you, a sundress made from floral print fabric. She’s so happy her son found someone, especially someone as beautiful as you.

Thomas will have handmade you a small necklace. Since you didn’t tell him about your birthday until shortly before the day, you left him with little time to make it. He’s lucky that your comfortable with Luda Mae and he can get her to keep you distracted,

When Tommy sees you with the dress his momma made you and your hair fixed up he almost forgets about the small piece of jewelry in his pocket.

After hearing you squeal with delight when you open his gift he’s ecstatic! He loves nothing more than making you happy. when you eagerly get him to help you put it on he thinks he’s going to spontaneously combust with his love for you.

Luda Mae will bake you a cake. You’re basically her daughter in law at this point and she’s going to make sure that you have a good day. She enjoys having another woman in the house and enjoys seeing you and Thomas happy together. You’ve given her the complete family that she’s always wanted.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms is very good at being sneaky. At this point, Malcolm already knows that Brahms is a real person. So Brahms has no issue with getting Malcolm to bring him everything he needs and giving him the extra money for the week. He makes sure to cover all the bases, he got you presents, a small cake, and of course stuff to decorate the living room.

The decorations in the living room aren’t necessarily the best. Brahms hasn’t been responsible for doing anything like this in his whole life. But he still does his best to try and impress you and make you happy. Just don’t expect for his best to be very good. After all, it is the thought that counts.

Honestly Brahms not being self centered for once should be enough of a surprise. It’s your birthday so he’ll make sure to be on his best behavior just for you! No tantrums or arguing, he promises! He even makes sure to hide the schedule for the day to make sure you know that today you get to relax.

Of course, you’ll still have to cook since Brahms is only capable of making sandwiches. His peanut butter to jelly ratio may be perfect but that’s not exactly the type of meal he thinks you would want on your birthday. So he does make sure to get the ingredients for all of your favorite foods!

Your presents include expensive jewelry, pretty clothes, and of course lingerie although that’s more of a gift for Brahms than it is for you. He’ll have you model all of the dresses and clothes that he got you. The big finale is the lace bra and underwear that you won’t be wearing for much longer.

Brahms is a switch and usually ends up being the more submissive one in bed. Tonight however, he’ll co for a change of pace and be more dominant. For once, he was the one spoiling you instead of the other way around and that brings out the more mature and dominant side of him. Expect o be sore the next day though, Brahms isn’t exactly good with holding back.

Billy Loomis

Billy has a tendency to be narcissistic and obviously an ass. But he can also be great at hiding those traits. On your birthday he makes sure to do exactly that, really playing up the bad boy/boy next door front he’s capable of. Tatum did believe that he was practically perfect, and on your special day, he’ll do his best to do exactly that.

He may not have the same money as Stu, but he still manages to spoil you. You’ll have his full attention for the day and he let you decide almost everything. Billy even lets you pick out the movies that you watch together on your birthday, which is something he’s never allowed to happen before.

Seeing you be happy gives him a funny feeling that he’s not used to which can cause him to act a little awkward. You throw him off a little bit. He didn’t expect to care so much about someone until you fell into his lap. He’s a simp for you and he knows it. If he wasn’t then he wouldn’t be making reservations for that fancy restaurant you loved and buying you a new outfit just for said reservation. Yeah he’s down bad.

Makes sure that you order whatever you want, today cost doesn’t matter. But if he knows your favorite, he orders for you in an attempt to impress you. See, he remembers your favorite food, isn’t he just the best. Also gets your favorite over priced dessert even if you have to take it to go. He can’t bake and he knows that store bought cake just doesn’t compare to the fancy restaurants.

He bought you lingerie for under that cute little outfit and he expects to see it by the end of night. Expect to pinned against the front door before either of you has the chance to unlock it. Billy has been imagining you in nothing but your birthday suit all night and he simply cannot wait any longer.

There’s nothing he enjoys more than seeing you fall apart underneath him. He loves seeing you look absolutely cock drunk with your makeup smeared on your face. Your moans and begs eventually begin to melt together and you just become and incoherent mess as he makes you cum again and again. It’s still not enough for him though, he’s going to make you scream.

Stu Macher

He is very determined to make you have the best day over. Expect breakfast in bed! It may not be great but eat it anyways, Stu is not a morning person and he managed to drag his ass out of bed early just for you. So even if the scrambled eggs have the occasional crunch to them it’s best to just grin and bear it.

Is very determined to take you shopping. Expect for him to buy you anything that you touch or pick up. Like the amazing boyfriend he is he will also carry the many bags that you end up with. You’ll have a brand new wardrobe by the end of the day. Of course he made you pick out a few lingerie sets. He even pointed out the ones he liked and made you find your size.

Of course, Stu will still take you out to a fancy restaurant and do the whole traditional night out thing. After dinner though the two of you will end up on the roof of his house that he made sure to help you out on. Stu is secretly a hopeless romantic deep down and will spend time looking at the stars with you because he thinks it’s something that you would like. Will listen to you as you ramble on about planets and watch as you point out constellations if that’s something you do.

Stu is very clingy at all times so he will be hanging over you all day. That’s nothing really out of the ordinary though. But usually those touches include grabbing your boobs, smacking your ass, and rubbing your hips. On your birthday the touches turn more gentle. Expect him to gently tuck your hair behind your ear so he can see your face, gently caressing your cheek, rubbing your knuckles while he holds your hand, all soft and sweet gestures to convey he truly does care.

He’s usually very fast paced with everything including talking, movements, and of course that includes in bed. But tonight he’ll be slow and gentle, drawing everything out. Also makes sure to focus on your pleasure instead of his own for once.

Asa Emory

Asa never thought he would celebrate anyone’s birthday. He certainly never celebrated his own and doesn’t see the point in doing so. To him, birthdays are just another day and there’s no point in celebrating ageing. So he went about most of his life ignoring birthdays, until you came along.

Asa adored you and your enthusiasm for life and all the good things in the world. You were a bright person, especially when compared to him, and he loved the innocence about it. So when you began to mention your birthday coming up with excitement in your voice he knew that you had expectations for your special day.

He may not be a person who celebrates but he’ll be damned if he disappoints. You’re the one good thing life has given him and he’s not letting you get away from him. If that means getting you a small cupcake and sticking a candle in it and a present then so be it. He can manage doing a little something for you.

When he’s not in his collector persona he is much more awkward and an absolute dork in your eyes. So when he takes you out for a nice dinner you’ll notice his slightly off behavior. Asa doesn’t like crowded public spaces and you’ll be able to pick up on his fidgeting. Luckily your good at carrying the conversation for him.

Asa appreciates that you understand it’s hard for him. So when you begin to do most of the talking and don’t pressure him to contribute much to the conversation besides the occasional nod he’s able to relax.

On the way home he gets nervous once more. What if you hate the present he got for you or expected more. He had only gotten you one thing and it wasn’t much. But when you finally open it and you light up like a kid on Christmas morning he lets out a heavy sigh and finally relaxes. It was only a simple necklace but you acted like he had just handed you the stars.

Asa will be surprisingly gentle with you for one night. Of course, he’ll still tie you up and absolutely wreck you but he makes sure to leave out the cutting and biting out for once. The only bruises you have will be on your hips from his harsh grip. It’s the closest thing you’re going to get to love making from him, but you know him well enough to get the meaning behind it.

Jesse Cromeans

Anything you want and it’s yours, he can make anything happen for you. He makes sure to tie up any loose ends with his business well before your birthday so that nothing can interrupt his time spent with you. Of course he makes sure to spoil you even more than he normally does.

Would love to take you on some fancy vacation and stay in one of the finest hotels there. Go ahead, pick any place you want to travel to and he’ll make the arrangements. He makes sure that anywhere he takes you is more private and remote rather than tourist-y though. Both so that he feels more comfortable and so that you can feel special and not have to deal with crowds.

Does the whole flower petals on the bed, candles, flowers, ice bucket with champagne kind of ordeal back at the hotel. Did you really expect him not to though? He has the money to so why not and he knows that even though you claim it’s cheesy that you absolutely love it. Th blush on your face and look in your eyes give away your love of cheesy things and he pays attention to every little thing you do.

Of course you get new jewelry, designer clothes, and lingerie but you get other gifts as well. Pretty much anything you’ve mentioned to him recently he makes sure to get you. Rambling on about that new book your favorite author just released? It’s yours! Been needing new materials for any of your hobbies? You got them!

Expect rough sex. Jesse rarely does gentle and with how much smaller you are than him he can sometimes accidentally hurt you. Your just so small and fragile compared to him kitten, he can’t help it. Of course he always makes sure to take care of you afterwards with a hot bath and will gently massage the knots out of your muscles. Jesse always makes sure that you’re taken care of.

[piffeller]

“obscure asks”

1. what’s your favorite way to dress?

-the first outfit that comes to mind is hair slicked back in a bun, neck tattoo out in full force, brows flaring, dark sunglasses, full lips, no earrings, gold necklaces, titties full, black bra, tight black t-shirt tucked into black jeans, black belt, ass noice, black thong, legs long, black paradox (pair-of-docs), black backpack, gold rings. new york ting. so, like, either that or a sundress.

2. if you could change anything about yourself, what would it be?

-to savagely murder the bully to me in me.

3. what movie/game/etc. helps you calm down?
-inglorious basterds.

4. do you like to organize?

-major KINK. mayyyjahh.

5. what kind of music would you listen to if you could only choose one?
-frank ocean.

6. what song is your aesthetic?
-“are you even real?” by james blake.

7. what color do you think goes best with your personality?
-lately it’s olive green. maybe black.

8. do you believe in auras?
-eh

9. what do you wish you hated, but you actually like?
-american food.

10. vague about your crush(es)
-what even is a crush.

11. is there someone you have mixed feelings towards?
-all i have are mixed feelings cuz i’m mixed.

12. talk about an au or story you came up with
-one time i wrote an au about a boy i saw on my first ever flight to new zealand when i was 17. he was Māori and wore a purple shirt and had a purple jansport backpack and i was actually in love with him. we met and fell in love in the story, of course. in real life i just stared at him the entire 14 hour flight and then again at baggage claim, of course.

13. do you like makeup?

-yes. i haven’t worn any in ages though. but i’m freakishly good at applying it for no reason at all.

14. do you prefer space or the ocean?

-what a question………………..i wanna say the ocean but the sheer vastness of space though? it’s space. space.

15. if you could pick any planet besides earth, where would you live?

-jupiter because women should be able to go there and get more stupider too

16. what form of government do you like the most? (capitalism, socialism, etc.)
-socialism. apparently that means you don’t believe in god though lmaooo. well shrug

17. what animal would you keep as a pet, if you could?

-great white shark. would be a cutie too.

18. what do you think our purpose is in the universe?
-to explore, to travel, to connect, to do everything we possibly can in one lifetime

19. do you believe in god(s)?

-nah, g. i’m a socialist.

20. is there a song you can’t handle listening to, even though you like it?

-godspeed yeewwwwwwww

21. what ex do you miss the most, if you have one?

-there’s only one i miss. he’s the only one ex i’ve ever had that i’ve wanted to keep in my life. i’m not usually one to regress.

22. what is your favorite thing to learn about?

-conspiracy theories, ww2, nature, outer space, cooking, cults, philosophy, etc. i’m a learner

23. what country’s history do you find the most interesting?
-i mean, america’s contemporary history (that’s a funny statement) is pretty fuckin’ entertaining atm. i have general interest in the history of other countries but america really is the most…”interesting”…to keep up on.

24. what breakup was the hardest, if you had one?

-if not my last one then the one in the summer of..idk 2014?? looking back, i’m so happy to have gotten out of that relationship when i did but at the time, that breakup was pretty traumatic. i spent a whole summer with myself crying, screaming internally, eating white castle and cheesecake in bed, watching the same dvds over and over, going onto my balcony to eat homemade sugar cookies and smoke cigarettes, smoking blunts with my brother on the roof, and every time i cried it would rain. i still have that power. it’s summers like those that remind me that nostalgia is a horrible thing always lurking to make old seem gold.

25. do you have someone where you can’t decide if you like them romantically or just as a friend?
-yes?

26. what do you think about tumblr discourse?
-i’ve engaged in tumblr discourse one whole time and was told “shame on you” and that i “have blood” on my hands for not wanting to vote for someone accused of sexual misconduct lmao. oh and that my opinions and morals don’t matter when it comes to voting. typical liberal bullshit

27. what instrument do you wish you could master?
-piani.

28. how easy is it for you to be honest?

-it was very easy for a very long time. the easiest. but i’ve had a lot of stacked trauma that’s made it increasingly difficult and and then very hard for me lately. it comes in waves. i’m riding the next one.

29. do you have any strange interests?

-i mean, true crime/murder/serial killers but isn’t everyone into that shit now? so it’s not strange? i guess a “strange” interest of mine lately has been trying to grasp what it is that convinces people of certain conspiracy theories and not the “truth” that most of society believes. in short, this new post-truth society is a “strange” interest of mine.

30. do you have any strange fears?

-abandonment. which isn’t a strange fear. but what makes it strange is that i’ve never been abandoned before. so idk where this fear comes from.

31. what food do you binge on when you’re lazy?

-american fast food. thankfully, i’m not usually in this raggedy ass triflin’ country too often. so if i’m away and hungry and lazy then i choose to not be lazy and to just cook something nice.

32. when you get angry, how do you show it?

-lately silence.

33. do you have any impulsive movements? (twitches, ticks, flapping, etc.)
-lately no.

34. earbuds or headphones?

-airbuds.

[emotionally-imbruised]

A Tail of Their Own II: You’re Welcome

“It’s nice to see that humans never change.”

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One of the first things Harry learned about Y/N, was that she was basically an open book. Any question he asked, she answered. Usually, her reply was with a sarcastic quip or sassy comment, but nonetheless, she would still tell him an answer to anything he was curious about. Sometimes he even felt he asked too much, but how could he not? She was a mermaid after all.

Their first week together had been interesting, to say the least. Y/N had taken up residence in one of the extra bedrooms down the hall from his own and had slowly been adapting to life on land, all with Harry’s help, of course.

She was extremely thankful for everything Harry had done for her within that week. He always gave her the space she needed, would check-in to see if there was anything she needed, and was just always there to make sure she was taken care of. He didn’t make her feel like a burden, and Y/N was convinced he’d never understand just how much she appreciated that.

The two of them had bonded much more than either was anticipating, which was shocking and exciting to both. Y/N always had a hard time trusting humans, but somehow this particular trip onto land changed that entirely. She was glad it was Mitch and Sarah who had found her on that beach because if it weren’t, who knows where she would have ended up? And who knows if she would have ever met Harry because of it. Now, that was a thought she didn’t like thinking about.

Harry found himself warming up to Y/N way faster than he expected too. He was still well aware that the entire situation of her just being there was not normal, but half the time it was so easy for him to forget.

She was magnetic. There was just something about her that not only drew Harry in but captivated everyone else too. Maybe it was the way she presented herself. Always calm, cool, collected, and very curious about the world around her. However, she was also completely unafraid to speak her mind if she felt so inclined, something which Harry learned the hard way on numerous occasions.

The first time was about two days after the two of them had met. Upon finding Y/N resting in his bed, Harry had been insanely busy with work. If he wasn’t at the studio, he was at a meeting, and if he wasn’t in a meeting, he was planning. Having a career in the music industry was stressful and overwhelming, so when the opportunity came for him to finally be able to go home, he took it and ran.

Y/N had only seen him in passing during those first two days. They’d spent her entire first night talking about, well, everything, but after that, she barely saw him. He had given her the rundown of how certain things in the house worked, told her to welcome herself to anything, and to call him if she needed to as well (leaving a cell phone at the house with only his personal number in it). It was simple enough, and Y/N made do, but that particular night was different.

Harry had arrived back at the house earlier than he had the other two nights, and with three large shopping bags. Having spent the last couple of days piecing together odd clothing items to make something that Y/N could wear, he got somewhat of an idea of what size she wore and what she liked. This was mainly so that she could actually wear something other than the clothes Sarah had given her as well as a couple different t-shirts of his own.

On his way home, he stopped at a nearby shop to gather a few different items. Unsure of what she’d like, Harry settled on what he assumed to be the basics. Some jeans, a couple pairs of shorts, two dresses, a handful of shirts, and a sweater. He was pretty proud of himself for picking everything out and only hoped that the items would fit, and that she would like them.

The way Y/N’s face lit up when he told her the bags were all for her, was something Harry knew he’d never forget. She was unable to form a proper sentence due to her excitement, which soon lead to her pleading with him in attempts to find a way she could possibly pay him back.

“S’alright, really,” Harry explained as he watched her excitement slowly fade into stress. It was apparent Y/N was not used to someone doing something like this for her and simply did not know how to address it. “I figured you could use a few other things to wear.”

“You really didn’t have to do that, Harry,” Y/N sighed. “I would have figured something out. That money you left me yesterday, I used it to go buy some underwear and a bra. You’ve done so much already, and all I’ve done is taken advantage of it.”

He couldn’t help but feel his cheeks burn in embarrassment about just how blunt she was, but nonetheless, he knew he had to stand his ground. “You haven’t, Y/N. Please, just take them. I’m not even sure if they’ll fit you or if you’ll like them, but they’re here for you anyways.”

“I’m sure I’ll love them,” she responded defeatedly, before hesitantly reaching for the first bag.

Y/N grinned widely while taking each item out so she could get a good look at them. Not once did that smile falter as she inspected every piece of clothing, explained how much she liked it and proceeded to thank Harry all over again.

A similar smile stayed planted on Harry’s mouth as he watched her do this, and before he knew it, she was about to pull out the last item. This one he knew would be her favourite, for the minute he saw it, he instantly thought of her.

Y/N felt her breath hitch when she pulled out the final item, a dress, and she couldn’t help but stare at it in awe. It was a sundress, one that wasn’t too long or too short, and could easily be worn casually or dressed up. The material felt soft and smooth between her fingertips, which she really liked, but what she loved, even more, was the design.

It was white and had an effortless yet stunning floral print covering most of it; and to make matters better, each flower outline was a different colour. Various shades of pink, purple, blue, and green were all delicately stitched into the white fabric, creating an effect that reminded Y/N of something completely different, yet very special. Her tail.

“It’s beautiful, Harry.”

“I thought you’d like that one best,” he replied. “If none of them fit, I’ll make sure to exchange them an-.”

His words were cut off when a pair of arms wrapped around his waist and pulled him in for a tight hug. After a tense, unexpected moment, Harry eventually melted into her embrace and returned the gesture. “Thank you so much.”

“S’no problem at all,” he tells her as she moves away to look up at him again.

“You’re too nice to me,” Y/N then stated. Harry was about to ask what she meant by that but never got the chance once she started speaking up again. “I uh, I figured out how to make coffee. Can I at least pay you back with a cup of that?”

He thought about asking her still, curious as to why someone could have it in them to not be nice to her but decided to drop it. “That would be lovely.”

The two of them made way to the kitchen, and Y/N got right to work or tried to at least. She took a bit longer than the average person as she studied the machine for a moment while trying to remember which buttons she had to press. Harry couldn’t help but laugh when she jumped after pressing the wrong thing and caused hot water to start spewing all over the place. She recovered quickly though, Harry gave her that much, but he still burst into laughter when she managed to turn it off and scowl at him.

A few moments later, Y/N walked over to sit on the barstool beside him with two steaming hot mugs, focusing intently on trying not to spill anything. Once she was settled, they engaged in conversation. Harry explained how busy work was, to which she nodded in understanding before telling him how she really hadn’t gotten up to much without him there; having been a bit nervous about leaving the house on her own unless it was quick.

He wanted to know why she was nervous but hadn’t found it within himself to ask her about that yet. Although, he was still insanely curious as to why she ended up on land in the first place. However, his thoughts were interrupted when a loud gasp sounded from beside him, and a pair of hands gripped onto his left forearm.

“What! What’s the problem?”

“You!” Y/N replied with a shocked expression as she rotated his arm in her grasp. He watched what she was doing, and then he saw it. “You’re a hypocrite.”

His mermaid tattoo. He hadn’t even thought about that and had to internally smack himself when she looked up to him and waited for a response. “I uh, well.”

“You give me a hard time because,” she paused to hold up air quotations and mimic his voice, “‘mermaids aren’t real,’ but yet, here you are with one permanently on your arm!”

He couldn’t tell if she was actually upset or not, but as he observed the slightest of smiles tug at her lips after a moment passed, he knew she wasn’t. So naturally, he had to play along.

“You know, I was really hoping you wouldn’t notice,” he started dramatically. “Because the truth is, I’ve known about mermaids for years now. I was sworn to secrecy, though. The whole ‘me not knowing what to do when I found one in my bed’ thing? That was fake.”

“I hate you.”

“Ouch, hate is a strong word, Y/N.”

A small chuckle left her mouth although she tried really hard to cover it up. “So, you lied then? I don’t think I’ll be able to trust you after this, Harry. I may never forgive you.”

“No?”

“Nope,” Y/N shook her head before looking down at the tattoo again. “Also, I don’t know what other mermaids you’ve seen, but we’re usually not that… exposed.”

“Fair enough,” he laughed and looked down at the ink as well. “Guess I kinda left it open for interpretation.”

“Whatever you say,” she responded as she stood up with their now empty mugs and walked around the island to place them in the sink. “It’s still going to take me a while to forget this.”

Harry grinned at just how hard she was trying to act serious and thought of ways to break her facade; an idea springing to his mind when his gaze fell on the long retractable hose that was attached to the sink.

Suddenly, he leaned across the counter to grab ahold of the hose with one hand and pointed it in her direction.

“Oh, really?”

Y/N watched with a narrowed gaze as he placed his other hand on the tap in preparation to turn it on and spray water at her. “You wouldn’t.”

“Wanna bet?” Harry challenged, knowing full well what would happen if she got wet and was unable to dry herself fast enough. Just to mess around with her a little bit, he turned the water on and had to stifle another laugh when it hit her square on the arm.

“Harry!” The annoyance was clear in Y/N’s voice as she grabbed a nearby dish towel and wiped away the water from her skin.

“What?” He asked innocently before turning the water on again and watching as it soared past her and hit the stainless steel fridge on the other side of the room.

She turned to look at the mess he just created before slowly facing him again with wide eyes. “What are you, twelve?”

“On a scale of one to ten, yes,” Harry replied nonchalantly before spraying the water at her again, and laughing as she desperately tried to dodge it.

“Can you not? I’m not particularly feeling like growing a tail today.”

“Oh, but being a human is just so boring.”

Y/N went to sass him back but had to cut herself off when more water came flying her way, and she ducked behind the counter for cover. There was no way she was moving from her spot until she decided on an escape plan, so she desperately tried to come up with one. After a quick moment of viewing her surroundings, she decided that her best option was to just make a break for the doorway. Slowly, she got into position and was just about to go when she noticed how things were quiet, too quiet, and soon halted her actions.

“Harry?”

Nothing. Just dead silence. Y/N waited for another minute and debated on peeking over the counter to see where he’d gone to, but there was no need for a second later he appeared around the corner with a full glass of water.

A small shriek left her mouth as she scrambled away from him. She eventually got to her feet in time without getting wet before booking it out of the room. Harry was right after her though and continued chasing after her for another fifteen minutes. He didn’t intend to actually soak her to the extent of her turning back into a mermaid, but the two of them were having fun. And it was a nice break from reality for both with everything else that was going on around them.

As the days went by, the two grew even closer. After that night of messing around in the kitchen, they started making it a routine to just simply be around one another whenever they could. They played cards, listened to music, watched movies, and talked about the day’s events whenever Harry returned home.

It was a good system, but Harry still had those lurking thoughts about not really knowing why Y/N ended up on land, or if she was planning on just up and leaving one day soon.

Soon enough, that day came. It was over a week since he’d first met her that Harry decided to address the topic just so he could have an idea of everything; specifically how she ended up on that beach. It wasn’t that she had become a bother to him or anything, that wasn’t the case at all. But after he helped her from the shower and talked to her for most of the night — getting the lowdown on mermaid history, until she eventually decided to go off to bed. As soon as she was gone, he called Sarah.  

Sarah explained to Harry how she and Mitch found Y/N, what had happened, and their process of bringing her back to his house. Other than the entire situation being completely abnormal, he didn’t really question anything. However, just before she was about to hang up, Sarah mentioned the way Y/N kept looking out at the water nervously, almost as though something, or someone, was watching her. She didn’t know what it was and told Harry he should try and figure it out.

He agreed but decided to give Y/N some time to maybe mention it to him herself. She never did, and that bugged Harry all week.

It wasn’t that he felt she was trying to hide it from him, it had just never really come up in conversation. So, Harry decided that he was going to make it a topic of discussion.

His plan was not to overwhelm her, because realistically, he just wanted to know if there really was something out in the water, or if it was something else entirely. He really didn’t know what he was getting into, but if there was a possibility of being able to help her in any way, he was all for it. She’d become somewhat of a friend at that point, and friends helped friends.

When he got home that afternoon, he was surprised to not find her roaming around the main floor. Usually, she was in the kitchen attempting to cook something, or curled up on the couch in the living room with one of the many books he’d already read. But that day, she wasn’t. In fact, there was no sign of her being downstairs at all.

Maybe she’d gone for a walk? Harry wasn’t too sure, and just when he thought about calling the cell phone he gave her, a small sneeze sounded from upstairs, and he knew there was no need.

After taking his shoes off, he gradually made his way up the staircase. Once he reached the top, he went to go left towards the bedroom Y/N was staying in only to find it the door wide open with no one inside. Confusion washed over him again, but then he heard the faint intro song of a tv show from down the hall. More specifically, his room.

Slowly, he turned on his heel and started walking towards his bedroom. Sure enough, when he got there, the door was partially opened while an episode of Queer Eye played on the huge television screen. He quietly pushed the door open to reveal Y/N wrapped up in a blanket and leaning against the headboard, not taking her eyes off the screen once to acknowledge his presence.

Her hair was in a lopsided bun, tied up loosely with a hair elastic she must’ve found laying around somewhere, which he could just barely notice beneath the sizeable black hood she had pulled over her head. She was wearing his hoodie and a pair of his track pants, and although he wasn’t exactly expecting to come home to that, he couldn’t help but notice how content she seemed to be.

Harry then leaned against the doorway, grinning as he observed just how focused she was on what was happening during that episode, all while mindlessly remaining curled up against his mountain of pillows. It was quite the scene, that was for sure.

“You cold?”

He knew that by speaking up he’d get some sort of reaction, and sure enough, as soon as he did, a loud gasp left Y/N’s mouth.

“Oh!” She started and began scrambling to stand up from her spot on the bed. “I uh, I didn’t know you’d be back so soon.”

“So you decided to watch Queer Eye?” He chuckled at how flustered she was becoming. “In my room.”

“Well, yeah,” Y/N responded, shifting awkwardly from one foot to the other. “I wanted to watch something and couldn’t figure out how to work the TV downstairs, so I came back up here, and your screen was on. So I just…”

“Made yourself at home?”

“Well if we’re being technical, you did tell me to do that,” she grumbled and looked away, not noticing just how hard Harry was trying to keep himself from laughing. “I’m sorry ok! Your bed is really comfy, and it was just easier that way. I also got pretty cold so I kind of, just, stole your clothes I guess.”

“M’not mad, Y/N,” Harry told her as he pushed away from the doorway and walked into the room. “I’m just teasing you.”

“Why do humans do that so much?”

He cocked his head to the side to look at her oddly. “What do you mean?”

“These jokes and teasing all the time,” she began to explain. “Mermaids don’t do that.”

“Oh, so mermaids don’t know how to have fun?”

“No, we do, I’m just saying we’re less childish. But at least it’s nice to see humans are still that way.”

“Still that way, huh?” Harry questioned while raising his eyebrows, knowing she was hinting at something. “Please do elaborate on that.”

Y/N hadn’t even realized what she let slip out until Harry called her out on it, but she was extremely casual in playing it off. “Well, I already told you how I was born on land. I’ve seen my fair share of humans and know enough to see how similar many of you act.”

“Ah yes, I know you did but you never actually explained that story to me,” he fired back, knowing that this was his chance to get some more information and only hoped that she’d share it. “That’s all I know is that you were born on land. You told me all about mermaids and how they work, but you never told me about yourself, Y/N. And, well, you’re the only mermaid I actually know.”

“I-,” Y/N started and stopped as she let her gaze fall down to where she was mindlessly twiddling her thumbs. Should she tell him? Would he even believe her backstory and how it tied into why she ended up on land, or how she was trying to avoid returning to the sea? She wasn’t sure, but as she slowly met his gaze again, she decided that he at least deserved the benefit of the doubt. “I’m sorry if I’ve made you feel like I’m keeping things from you, that wasn’t my intention. But it’s a really long story, Harry.”

“Good thing I’ve got time then, yeah?” He asked while smiling warmly at her. “Only if you’re comfortable in sharing, I’d love to hear all of it. Was thinking we could go get some food and maybe chat there?”

Returning the smile and instantly feeling more relaxed at Harry’s reassuring words, Y/N nodded. “Lead the way.”

Y/N quickly ran to her room to change into something different, making sure to neatly fold up Harry’s clothes and leave them on the edge of her bed seeing as she was in no hurry to give them back. She then threw on the other dress Harry had purchased for her a few days prior. It was a soft blue colour, with sleeves that went to her elbows and a little black belt around the waist. It didn’t catch her eye as much as the other dress did, but it was still stunning in her opinion.

Once she was ready, she quickly took her hair out of its bun and let it fall down freely. She almost just left it the way it was, but after taking a look in the mirror, she decided on brushing it before finally rushing down the stairs to meet Harry.

It was hard for her to ignore the blush burning her cheeks when he said how nice she looked, but nonetheless, she returned the compliment (even though he was still wearing the same outfit as before) and the two of them soon headed out to Harry’s car.

“Can I drive?” Y/N asked as they approached his vintage model Jaguar.

“No.”

“Why not?” She continued to press, slightly offended by the fact that he didn’t even consider letting her.

“Do you know how to drive?”

“Well… no.”

“Exactly.”

He had a logical point, and she knew it, but driving was one thing Y/N had always wanted to try and thought that maybe Harry would let her eventually. But for the time being, she reluctantly climbed into the passenger side of the car and pouting for the whole ride to the restaurant.

It didn’t take long for the two of them to get seated by the host, and they both wasted no time in reaching for a menu to search for what they wanted to eat. By the time the waiter came to take their order, Harry had decided on ordering some pasta, but Y/N seemed to be struggling.

“I uh, I’ll just have the Margherita pizza, thank you.”

She was nervous, that much Harry could tell just by observing the way she kept looking at everything around them. So instinctively, he tried to diffuse the situation.

“It’s nice out today,” he started casually and leaned back into his chair, thinking a casual conversation might help. “Not too hot.”

“Yeah,” Y/N muttered as she glanced around yet again. “It’s great.”

There was no emotion in her voice whatsoever, and that was when Harry knew something was up. “Is everything alright, Y/N?”

“Yeah no, everything is fine,” she told him before finally making eye contact again. “It’s just, there’s a lot of people here, and they all seem to be staring at us.”

Harry then moved his gaze to take in their surroundings as well. Sure enough, there were at least three tables of people gawking at them while subtly trying to take pictures. This was something Harry was used to happening, but he felt bad for how it made Y/N uncomfortable. So again, he changed the topic.

“Right. Uhm, try to ignore them if you can. They-.”

“That’s easier said than done, Harry,” she cut him off. “I can hear what they’re saying. I just don’t know why us getting food is any of their business.”

The last part of her statement got unintentionally louder with each word, and Harry had to watch with wide eyes as she sent a glare at one of the people sitting close by. He hadn’t really explained the whole part of him being a celebrity to her quite yet. To be honest, he never felt the need to, but now he couldn’t help but think about how that may be a conversation they have sooner rather than later.

“You’re right,” he started calmly and waited for her to look at him again. “But all we can do is ignore it. They’re harmless, I promise.”

“If you say so.”

“I know so,” he responded before leaning onto his elbows. “Now that we’re here though, why don’t we talk about what you were saying back at the house.”

Y/N was surprised by his sudden change of topic, but she played along and eventually stopped thinking about the other people around her. It was just her and Harry. “I don’t even know where to start.”

“How about at the beginning?”

“Okay,” she nodded and got right into it.

The next ten minutes or so was spent by Y/N telling Harry a very detailed story. She started off by talking about a merman who spent quite a bit of time on land, more than the average mermaid. He loved exploring and was fascinated by the land itself and what it had to offer. Eventually, he met a woman, a human, and they fell madly in love. After that, the merman never returned to the ocean and made an entirely new life on land with his soulmate.

“That’s a lovely story, but what does it have to do with anything?” Harry asked, just as the waiter placed their food on the table in front of them.

“See, that couple I mentioned? Those were my parents,” Y/N explained, and Harry nodded in understanding. “A few years after they got married, they had me. And I was raised on land for the first seven years of my life, with so much love. I always knew I was different. My parents never kept the part of me that was indeed a mermaid hidden, and with that, we all learned how I differed from a regular mermaid as well.”

“And how is that?”

“Well, like I told you last week, mermaids can manipulate water. What I did was nothing compared to what a proper mermaid can do. I’m weaker when it comes to mermaid abilities; however, being on land is where I thrive. Water takes longer to affect me, and I tend to blend in with humans better.”

”Okay, interesting.” Harry hung onto every word that she said, but still going himself to be insanely curious about it all. “Where are your parents now?”

“I don’t know,” she told him with a shrug. “I got separated from them one night when I was seven. It was pretty disastrous, and I promise to tell you that story another day… but, yeah. I’ve been on my own since then. I ventured off by myself and never really felt a need to stay in one place for too long. I’ve explored every ocean on this earth, alone, and even got into a bit of trouble along the way. Especially recently.”

“Surely it couldn’t have been that bad,” he scoffed and looked at her amusedly. All she did was purse her lips in response, and Harry knew right away that something was up. “Unless it was…”

“You’ve seen or read Twilight, right?”

Harry looked at her skeptically, genuinely curious as to where this conversation was going now. “I have, yes. But please do explain how the hell you know what Twilight is.”

Y/N was insulted by what he said and made no effort to hide those feelings when she scoffed disapprovingly. “Just because I’ve lived underwater for most of my life doesn’t mean it was under a rock, Harry. Of course, I know what Twilight is.”

“How did you expect me to know that?” He argued defensively, not being able to hold back a few chuckles as Y/N let out a huff and crossed her arms over her chest dramatically. “Ok, sorry, you were saying.”

“Oh, so now you're interested.”

“Y/N, just tell me the damn story.”

“Fine,” she grumbled and shifted in her seat. “Like on land, mermaids have laws and rules that are put in place to make everything run smoothly. They’re relatively easy rules to follow and don’t get broken often because mermaids are rather peaceful creatures. However, because of how dangerous it can be for us to get exposed, there are systems in effect that can enforce the rules if need be.”

“Ok,” Harry stated with pursed lips. “And how does Twilight play into all of this?”

“I’m getting there,” Y/N hissed and glared at him, letting him know just how badly he was getting on her nerves. “In Twilight, there’s the Volturi, the ones that enforce the vampire laws. Mermaids have the same type of thing, but we just call them the royals. They once had a leader who went missing quite a few years ago, but they’ve done a good job at keeping the peace since then and are greatly respected.”

“Are they as aggressive as the Volturi?”

“No. Well, as far as I know, no.”

Harry thought about Y/N’s explanation and really tried to wrap his head around it all, and what it all had to do with her. “Did something happen between you and these royals?”

Y/N fell silent as she used her fork to start picking at the pizza that remained on her plate, making sure to avoid Harry’s gaze as she did so. “I guess you could say that.”

“Well, what happened?”

She stayed quiet, causing Harry to start feeling a bit uneasy about it all. This time, he shifted in his chair before dropping his voice into a whisper and speaking up again.

“Y/N, what did you do?”

Another sigh left her mouth before she let go of the fork and finally made eye contact with him again. “I royally pissed them off, that’s what I did.”

So many questions ran through Harry’s mind as he processed what she said, however, he was only able to actually form one of them into a sentence. “Is that why you ended up on land?”

Y/N nodded.

“And I dug the hole I was already in even deeper when I let Mitch and Sarah help me. Humans aren’t supposed to know about mermaids. That’s the oldest law we have, and I broke it.”

“But your father,” Harry tried to reason. “Obviously, he did the same.”

“Yeah,” she laughed unemotionally and looked away from him so that he wouldn’t see the tears forming in her eyes. “But there’s a reason I haven’t seen my parents since I was seven, Harry. I haven’t been able to trust anyone since then.”

And it was true, the day she lost her parents, Y/N also lost her ability to rely on others without assuming they had poor intentions.

The sadness in her voice as she explained this, crushed Harry. It blew his mind that someone as carefree and sweet as Y/N had gone through so much, yet still somehow managed to have a smile on her face. And as he thought about it a bit more, he started understanding why she would be so reluctant to trust others.

The thing was, Y/N wasn’t afraid of the world, she was scared of the things it consisted of. Far too many times had she been burned simply by believing someone actually was looking out for her. Realistically, it had always been her against the world. What a lonely life to live.

Her story was a topic she tried extremely hard to avoid. It made her feel vulnerable and weak, two things she was not but, somehow, Harry managed to make her feel comfortable enough to open up about it. He was one of the few people, out of many mermaids and humans she’d come across in life who simply wants nothing but the best for everyone around them. It was an extremely rare feature for someone to have, Y/N realized but was something she greatly admired.

Harry's want to know about her, not as a mythical creature, but as a friend… as an equal was a concept Y/N had trouble wrapping her head around. But yet, here was with someone she’s only known for a week, feeling like she’d known him for so much longer. She could only hope that one day, Harry would know how much that meant to her, because thanks to him, she felt a little less alone.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” Harry finally spoke up after a few moments of silence. He wasn’t sure what to say but figured that could be a good start.

“It’s alright. Sorry to dump that all on you.”

“You didn’t dump anything on me,” he explained. “I was the one who asked, and I should be the one who is sorry for making you talk about it.”

“You know, it’s not something I do very often,” she explained. “But it is nice to open up every once in a while.”

“I could only imagine.”

“Yeah... But thank you for making me feel safe enough to do so.”

Harry just smiled warmly and couldn’t ignore the warm feeling that was bubbling inside of him. “You’re welcome, Y/N.”

The two then fell silent again when the waiter approached with their bills. Still, Y/N felt terrible for letting Harry pay for her meal, but decided not to express her feelings when Harry sent her a narrowed glance.

Once everything was paid for, they left the restaurant and made way to the parking lot again. Y/N expected them to start heading back to the house then, however, it seemed Harry had other plans.

As he was driving the highway, Harry made a last-minute decision to go to the beach instead of going home, and that left Y/N very confused.

“What are we doing here?” She asked as they pulled into an empty dirt parking lot.

“I thought some fresh air would do you some good seeing as you’ve been stuck in the house all week,” Harry answered as he put the car in park and started climbing out of the driver's side. “Unless you want to be lame and just sit here alone.”

“I am not lame,” she argued as he started walking away and she had to scramble out of her seat to go after him.

“Then let’s go.”

“The least you can do is wait!”

“Nah, you can catch up.”

He didn’t have to look back to know that Y/N was scowling at him, but just continued down one of the paths and smiled to himself when she eventually fell in step with him.

“You’re a lot to deal with.”

“Mhm,” he murmured while shaking his head. “Says the mermaid.”

Knowing it’d be a losing battle if she continued arguing with him, Y/N didn’t respond and decided to let him win this round and remained quiet for the rest of their walk.

When they reached the stretch of beach, Y/N couldn’t help but smile. Although she still had no desire to return to the ocean so soon, merely being near it made her feel relaxed. It was the only home she’d ever really known, and she hated the fact that she had basically been forced away from that.

The sun was just beginning to set, and it added a warm, peaceful glow to everything around them. There weren't very many people, which Y/N and Harry both appreciated. It was pretty much just them, a family attempting to build a sandcastle,  and a few surfers catching some waves in the distance. Even the food vendors to their left and a place to rent surfing gear on their right were utterly empty aside from the people working in them.

“I always wondered what it’d be like to surf,” Y/N spoke up first, cringing as she watched someone wipe out. “Looks pretty complicated though.”

“Do you want to try?” Harry asked and nodded towards the surf stand as they took a few steps onto the warm sand.

Y/N glanced at the massive waves that were further out and started shaking her head. “I know for a fact, that will not end well. Also, mermaid… remember?”

“Yeah, I guess you wouldn’t want anyone else to find out, huh?”

“Nope. Not at all.”

“Alright, I guess I won’t give you a hard time about it then,” Harry sighed and looked over his shoulder at the stand. “But I’m going to do it.”

Without another word, he started walking away from her and towards the shack. Y/N watched with a raised eyebrow as he started talking to the person working, before walking over to the multiple surfboards laying in a row nearby and picking one up.

A chuckle left her mouth as she watched him struggle with carrying it, but Harry didn’t care as he walked right past her and continued towards the water. “I have an hour with this thing, so let’s see how it goes.”

Once he reached the water's edge, Harry shamelessly took off his shirt and tossed it on the sand, before picking up the board again and going into the water. He didn’t go as far out as the other surfers by any means, just far enough that when a wave came in he could attempt to stand up and let it take him back towards shore.

Y/N found a comfortable place on the sand, watching him and his many mishaps. Each time a wave came in, he’d try to stand on the board but would end up losing his balance and would fall into the water, causing her to laugh. In some weird way, every time he fell seemed funnier than the last, and Y/N thought she might lose her breath because of it.

After at least five tries, Harry finally found his footing and even made it all the way back to shore. He dramatically bowed as Y/N clapped and cheered, before deciding to back out, regardless of there not being much sunlight left at that point.

“Bet I can do it again.”

Y/N was sure he could too, but this time she thought maybe she’d mess with him a little. She watched as he swam back to the same spot and waited for another large enough wave. As soon as there was one, he stood up on the board again and sure enough, was able to keep his balance.

He had an arrogant grin on his mouth when he looked at her, and that when she decided to shake things up. By just looking at the water that was in front of him and nodding, Y/N was able to create a wave of her own that went entirely against the tide.

Harry hadn’t noticed what she was doing until it was too late. He thought his eyes were playing tricks on him when a wave started to form in front of him and seemed to be coming his way at full speed. Eventually, his board came in contact with that wave, and he was lurched forward off the surfboard, and into the water.

By the time he resurfaced, Y/N was laughing harder than she’d ever before. And it only grew more intense when she noticed him glaring at her disapprovingly.

“You think you’re so funny, yeah?” Harry called out as he began his trek back to shore. “Must be nice to make water do whatever you want it to.”

“Oh, don’t be such a grump,” she responded. “I had to bring that ego size down a notch somehow.”

“Whatever,” he grumbled while trudging onto shore with the surfboard in tow. “I have the right to have a big ego, doing that was hard work.”

“I think you made it seem a lot more complicated than it actually is, Harry.”

“I’d like to see you try,” he scoffed while plopping onto the sand next to her, thinking about how he really should’ve brought a towel.

“I’m not going all the way out there,” Y/N told him firmly. “But I’ll show you that I have better balance.”

Without another word, she stood up and started dragging the surfboard back to the water. The tide hadn’t come back yet, so Y/N used that to her advantage as a way to keep herself from getting wet. Once another wave came in, she set the board on the damp sand and pushed it as the tide started retreating again. With a quick breath, she kicked off her shoes before running over the wet sand after the surfboard and leaping onto it before it got too far.

Part of her was ready to face plant as she tried to gain her balance, but much to her (and Harry’s) surprise, she didn’t. Although she wobbled slightly after first getting on the board, Y/N quickly recovered and was able to glide along in ankle-deep water with ease.

Harry watched with a wide grin as she did this and noticed just how excited she got over sticking the landing. He then observed as she manipulated the waves again to change her direction so that she was moving sideways. Once they locked eye contact, she started mimicking a surfer's stance before beginning to dance as she continued gliding.

“Ok show off; we have to return that thing before it gets dark.”

Knowing he was right, Y/N listened to what Harry said and nodded before changing her course of direction again, and going back to shore. Once she came to a complete stop, she hopped off the board and started dragging it back towards Harry again. “Don’t be jealous because you know you wouldn’t be able to do that.”

“Whatever you say,” he replied while taking the surfboard from her hold and lifting it up, all while avoiding her gaze. “I’ll go return this. We uh, we don’t have to leave just yet if you don’t want. S’pretty cool here once the sun is down and the stars come out.”

His suggestion made Y/N smile. It was apparent he didn’t want their little outing just yet, and to be honest, neither did she. “I’d like that. I’ll um, I’ll wait right here.”

Harry returned the smile and nodded before going back to the surf shack. She watched him go before turning back around and making her way back towards the water.

Way off in the distance, the sun was just about to disappear over the horizon; leaving warm streams of pink and purple in its wake. The waves had calmed down, no surfers were out still trying to catch the biggest one, and the only sounds were that of the calm tide coming in momentarily before going right back out.

Y/N really liked viewing the ocean this way. It was one of the prettiest things she had ever seen. She hadn’t witnessed a sunset while on land since she was a child and to be there seeing it, with Harry, was more perfect than she could have ever imagined.

She heard someone approaching behind her and waited patiently for Harry to join where she was standing… but for some reason, the sound just stopped abruptly.

“It’s pretty here, isn’t it?” Y/N asked out loud without turning back around. However, he didn’t answer. She gave him a second, furrowing her eyebrows as to why he wouldn’t respond, but still nothing. “Harry?”

“Try again.”

A surprised gasp left Y/N’s mouth when instead of Harry, a female answered her, and she wasted no time in whipping around to see its source; her breath hitching once she did.

Standing behind her were a man and a woman. They were wearing regular human clothes, but Y/N knew they were far from being actual humans with their identical black hair, pale skin, and the familiar seashell clip that pinned the woman’s long hair away from her face. The same clip that matched the starfish one that rested in Y/N’s hair.

“Oh, no.”

“Oh no is right,” the merman who had spent an entire night chasing her replied as he stepped took a step forward, causing Y/N to take a step back.

She then looked at the mermaid, who just grinned maliciously as she too began stepping towards Y/N’s timid figure.

“You’re a long way from home, Y/N. I guess it’s time that we all go back there now, don’t you think?”

[snarkwriteswrasslin]

FFT: honey on my table; adam page

Notes:

This one was originally sent to me by @adampage​ on my old / new main blog snarkandsarcasmwrites. This is part 2 of a 3 part thing, btw. The third part is gonna be posted next, lmao. Part one is babes in toyland and can be found by clicking [here].

Summary:

In part 2 of this mini series thing, Grace and Adam are getting onto the cruise ship. They’re sharing a room. Grace is hungry. Food themed teasing comes into play. Part 2 of 3.

Pairing:

Adam Hangman Page x OFC, Grace

Warnings:

Uhh... mildly suggestive.. If you squint. Innuendo and flirting.

The cruise ship loomed ahead and Grace gripped Adam’s hand tighter, making him chuckle and drop hold of her hand to slip an arm around her. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid of boats too, darlin.”

“Baby, we’ve been through this. I’m an actual scaredy-cat.” Grace hid her face in his bicep and he stopped their walk to scoop her up, carrying her up the boarding ramp and onto the deck of the ship. He stood her on her own feet and pulled her against him as they were checked in and given a room key. She could feel his hand resting lazily against her ass, rubbing through the thin fabric of her favorite sundress and she felt her cheeks burning hot, a whimper falling softly from her lips as his hand started to squeeze.. Adam chuckled next to her ear, “Somebody’s gettin flustered.”

“Somebody is playing with my ass. He knows exactly what he’s doing. Instigator.”

“I can’t help what my hand does.”

“Hangman..” Grace practically purred his name and he chuckled quietly. “Did I tell ya we got one of the suites?”

“Ah, thank fuck. The less I have to actually deal with other people, the better.” Grace’s arms slipped around his neck as she turned to face him. He chuckled, pulling her flush against his body. “You are somethin else, darlin.” his lips grazed her forehead and she nuzzled against him a little more, fingertips catching in the fabric of the shirt he was wearing as she whispered daringly against his mouth, “Do you think we’ll luck into getting the pool to ourselves at some point?”

“Probably not, little hellion.” Adam teased her gently as they made their way down a long corridor, too caught up in each other to really bother with anyone else around them. Kenny passed them up and Grace scowled after him as Adam pretty much just didn’t even bother with speaking to the guy. “If he fucks up your shot at the titles, I swear to God…”

“Darlin, whoa.. easy.” Adam snickered at her getting all worked up even though it was cute as hell when she did and it made him feel loved.. Important. Wanted.. Like he was ten feet tall and bulletproof. “This a hunger thing? Because you’re not you when you’re hungry, princess.”

“Oh bite me, Hangman.”

“Where, darlin?” Adam’s eyes roamed freely over her body and he leaned in, teeth bared and scraping gently over the exposed cleavage, teasing gleam in his eyes. “Adam.” Grace whined, her head lightly hitting against the door to their suite as they stopped in front of it. He fumbled for the keys and kept dropping them thanks to his hands and mouth being all over Grace and when he finally got the doors unlocked, he picked her up, stepping into the room, quick to open the door again and hang out the Do Not Disturb sign. Just for good measure, he took the phone in the room off the hook too.

Then for extra good measure, he turned off his cell phone. Grace dug around for her own, powering it down too and Adam was being pulled down onto the massive king sized bed, settling himself over her as she raised a leg, bending it at the knee and his hand gripped her thigh tight beneath the hem of that little pink sundress.

They bumped noses and laughed quietly. But the growling of their stomachs had them springing apart and snickering out loud.

“Darlin, you that hungry?”

“Me? It sounded like you had a dinosaur loose in your stomach, big guy. I’ma go see if there’s anything in here to eat..” her eyes settled on the wicker basket sitting atop the dresser by the door and she spied the varied assortments of fruit and candies.. And the bottle of chocolate syrup tucked away with a bottle of honey behind it. She was bounding over and grabbing the bottle, twisting it open.

“Darlin, c’mon. Let’s go find real food.”

“Hangman, I want junk.”

He waved his hands and chuckled softly, shaking his head. She struggled with the lid on the honey jar, pouting and he reached around her, taking the bottle from her hands and unscrewing the lid. When it earned him a deep and almost needy kiss and her practically climbing him like a tree, he barely restrained a growl just shy of passing his lips as he stepped back over to the bed, sitting her down on it.

He flopped down beside her and reached out, lazily dragging his index finger around the rim of the little glass jar gazing at her with a teasing smirk as he held out his finger to her. Grace guided his finger to her lips and as her lips closed around it, cleaning away the honey smeared there, Adam swore under his breath and rose to a sitting position, pulling her into his lap. The jar of honey was taken and sat on the nightstand and he gently took her face in his hands, kissing her until he felt her lips starting to swell. She rocked and grinded in his lap and he sucked in a ragged breath. “Oh, you want it now, hm? But I thought you were starvin and you wanted junk food, darlin?”

“Screw the junk food. I want you.” Grace muttered against his mouth, earning her a quiet growl and Adam getting her back against the mattress as he settled over the top of her all over again. “Maybe there’s a way we can have both.” he mused.

“Oh?” Grace’s eyes fluttered open and shut at the way his lips danced against her skin, the contrast between rough and soft driving her crazy and making her wiggle and squirm beneath his body, trying desperately to rub against him, to do anything she could to ease the ache settled in her core and get more friction. Adam’s hand slipped down, gripping her hips and squeezing as he muttered lazily against her collarbone, “First we gotta get this dress off ya. I really hate to do this but..” he pulled her up and reached around, the snapping of thin strings making her gasp and whimper as she bit her lip. He tugged the dress free and tossed it behind him onto the floor, staring down at her intently. Her hands went for the hem of his shirt and she tugged it upward, letting it settle on the floor next to her dress. Her fingers raked down his chest slowly and he bit his lip, gasping slowly and quietly. She stared up at him, the most innocent of smiles on her face the entire time. Her finger snagged in the button of his jeans and as it loosened, he bucked himself against her and leaned down, muttering right next to her ear, “What’s that look for, huh? What are you gonna do to me, princess?”

“Oh.. you’ll see.” Grace gently shoved him back against the mattress after she’d gotten his jeans unzipped and given both jeans and boxers a tug, letting them pool to the floor at his feet. Adam shook his pants free from his leg after taking off his boots. He was pressing into her all over again, thrusting against her thigh and groaning at the sticky warmth coating the inside. He stopped to look up at her and with a smirk, he reached out for the bottle of chocolate syrup sitting next to the bed on the nightstand.

“Remember when I said we can have both?”

“Mhm.” Grace was rocking up against him, mouth latching onto his skin clumsily with every chance she got. Her hands were all over him. Adam chuckled quietly and the silent tearing of the protective covering over the lid of chocolate syrup broke through their kisses and heavy breathing and the quiet whimpers she made. “Well, I’m starvin, darlin.” his tongue trailed slowly over his lips and she squeezed his hips with her legs. As his mouth began to dance down her body, the flimsy fabric of the strapless bra she wore didn’t stand a chance when his hands grasped it, it came apart easily in those hands and Adam chuckled quietly, eyes dancing over her mostly nude body and filled with desire when they met her own. She shivered at his touch and the feel of five o’clock shadow against her skin. Her legs practically fell open in anticipation just as his teeth snagged on the waistband of the matching panties to the bra he’d just destroyed and thrown to the floor carelessly. As he started to tug them lower, reaching up to snag his index fingers on either side and snap those in two as well, he reached down again, the soft release of air from the bottle as he opened the lid had Grace’s eyes widening and had her squirming as sticky and cold syrup met her warm skin. Adam carefully drew a line of chocolate across her abdomen, his eyes meeting hers as he winked and leaned down, that thick tongue swiping in a slow and lazy broad stroke right over her belly, a low chuckle rising from the depths of his chest as he did so.

“Oh.. Mmm.” Grace’s head fell back and she bit her lower lip, squirming under the feel of his tongue and it’s broad strokes over her skin. He drew a bullseye around her navel and as soon as he started to lick away the chocolate there, she giggled, nearly coming away from the bed. Adam stopped and rose up, mischevious gleam in his eyes. “So ya are ticklish.. Hmm.” he made his way up her body, leaning down to whisper against her ear, “Open that mouth, princess..C’mon. This is somethin I’ve always wanted t’ try.”

Grace leaned up a little, licking her lips and eyeing the bottle of chocolate syrup in his hands. “Oh yeah?”

“Mhm.” Adam raised the bottle of chocolate syrup, pouring just a little into his mouth before leaning down, pressing himself down into her body, pinning her against the mattress as his hand wandered down and all over, squeezing and cupping and caressing her body. Grace’s tongue met his and she tasted the heavy sweet taste of the syrup, taking it into her own mouth, groaning at the way it felt and how handy he was getting. It was getting harder and harder for her to keep quiet and Adam seemed to know this, smirking against her skin as soon as he’d drizzled even more syrup down the front of her throat, letting it roll down between her breasts. “Didn’t think this stuff could get any sweeter, darlin.” he mumbled huskily against soft warm skin, “turns out I was wrong. I could eat you right up.”

Her fingertips dug into his shoulderblade, gripping, trying to rub herself against him as much as she could in a desperate bid to ease the dull throbbing ache as it settled deep in her core and also get as much friction as she could. “Oh you could?” she gasped as she rocked herself against him. Adam’s mouth ventured back up her body, capturing her mouth in a slow and deep kiss as he mumbled a husky “Yeah. As a matter of fact, darlin.. I think that’s exactly what I’m gonna do..”

[rapperkookz]

Rush!BTΣ — college!au, borderline crack au w/ @cynoirsure 

a story about three friends and their obstacles of relationships, academic probation, and figuring out that international kids aren’t all that bad.

29/35

word count: 3.8k genre: crack, fluff, angst warnings: roofie mentions, swearing — Your POV

It was the final stretch of the year, and it seemed as if everything was coming into place. Most of your sorority events were over, the only event left being Installs, which were combined with Beta Tau Sigma. You had one week left before finals and to celebrate before dying in the school library, the boys were throwing one last party of the year, which also happened to be celebrating Kevin’s birthday. 

You texted Taehyung, asking if he needed any help in setting up the party tonight. He texted back almost immediately ‘I already hired some people to help set up at the penthouse tonight, but thanks for asking y/n~’ Your jaw dropped at the word ‘penthouse’. It must have slipped your mind since the email Taehyung sent you all last week. You knew it was at a different location since you didn’t recognize the address, but a penthouse downtown? You thought it was just an airbnb somewhere further away from campus.

“Where’s the party again tonight, Little?” Jieun asked, a group of you dining in a brunch restaurant for a Sisterhood.

“It’s at a penthouse downtown, biggie,” You said sending the address again in your group chat.

“I don’t know if I’m going,” one of your sisters said, “The first final next week is my hardest class and I really don’t want to fail it.”

“No one’s forcing you to go, Miyoung.” Another commented, “School’s more important than a party anyway, we can celebrate after installs.”

“I’m going because it’s Kevin’s birthday celebration,” You nodded, nudging Rosa. “Yeah, I’m going because Namjoon asked me to come.”

A few girls whistled at your line sister’s budding romance. “y/n and I are getting ready at my dorm later if any of you girls wanna join.”

“You’re not getting ready with Jungkook?”

“He’s with the guys,” you said casually, “I’ll see him later.”

“Okay, I don’t know if this is true, but Jimin said there’s going to be a pool and a bounce house and also a stripper pole,” Jieun said.

“Big told me that too, I’m not surprised since Taehyung oppa’s paying.” You shrugged, “He’s also catering food and the alcohol’s gonna be expensive as fuck.”

“Okay, I can’t miss this party, then.” Another of your line sisters, Yeri, said. “Feisty Four, we’re all going.”

“It’s gonna be so much fun, we can take a cute line picture,” You smiled urging your line to come. It only took a minimal amount of convincing for the last to agree, the four of you planning to meet in Rosa’s dorm at six pm. At the end of the Sisterhood, you bid your chapter goodbye, telling the girls who were coming to the party that you would see them later. Leaving with Rosa and another of your line, Daeun, to go to Rosa’s dorm.

The three of you were engrossed in a conversation about installs when your phone went off with Jungkook’s specific ringtone, “Hey babe, what’s up?”

“Am I interrupting your sisterhood, baby?”

“No I’m actually on the way back to campus with Rosa and Daeun. Did you want me to stop by somewhere and get you food?” You asked, the two girls laughing at your assumption.

“I mean…no that’s not why I called,” he said, “one, I miss you baby. Two, I bought us tickets to Illenium next month. And three, I’m so excited for tonight, we need to take a cute picture.”

You chuckled, “You’re cute, Kook. I’ll stop by your room real quick before getting ready for the party. How are you getting there?”

“Grand’s taking his car because there’s parking. We’re sleeping over for the night since we’ll be super fucked up, if you wanna stay too. I convinced Taehyung hyung to rent out a room for me.” Jungkook said slyly. Your cheeks flushed, “I guess I’m gonna have to. One of my sisters also just gave me a new cart that we can use tonight.”

“God, you’re amazing. I’ll see you in a bit, baby. Bring me McDonalds, please!” Hanging up, you told the girls that you were going to stop by your dorm before heading over. You walked leisurely to your dorm after getting Jungkook’s McDonalds, thinking in your head what you needed for the night. You stopped by your room to get an overnight bag, stuffing inside some sleeping clothes, clothes for tomorrow, and your skincare routine, before locking the door and heading to Jungkook’s room. You walked in on him watching Iron Man on his computer, a smile blooming on his face as he met eyes with you. He stood and pulled you in for an embrace, “I’ve missed you baby.”

“I saw you last night, dork.” You chuckled pressing a kiss on his cheek. “Here’s your food, babe.” You sat down on his bed, eyes trained on the computer screen. You opened your mouth as he fed you a fry, putting an arm around your waist as the two of you watched the movie.

“What time do you need to leave?” He asked nuzzling his face into your neck. You checked your phone, 1:45 pm. It didn’t take you long to get ready and Rosa’s dorm was only a five minute walk from yours, so you could probably stay another hour or two before getting ready. “I’ll leave at around 4.”

He sighed in content, holding you tighter. “Perfect, we have more than enough time for a round, maybe two…or three.”

“You horny fiend, your breath smells like oil and grease.” You chuckled squirming in his embrace. “But fuck, you’re annoyingly hot.”

He smirked as you moved your positions so that you were straddling him. “I don’t know if I should be offended or flattered.”

“I’m a bit mad I need to take another shower,” you said lifting Jungkook’s shirt. He put his hands on your waist, your skin feeling like fire with his every touch. Moving his left hand to your ass, he gave a playful squeeze.

“We can kill two birds with one stone if we take our last round to the shower,” He said removing your sundress and bra in a haste, only leaving you in your underwear. You smiled and leaned down, capturing his lips in a heated kiss, “That sounds like a great idea, daddy.”

–

After double checking to make sure no one else was in the bathroom, the two of you quickly ran back to his room, locking the door after yourselves. Jungkook beamed as he pulled you towards his bed again, the towels that covered your bodies on the floor as he wrapped his limbs around your body like a koala. You couldn’t help the smile on your face as the two of you cuddled for a little while, your heart practically beating outside of your chest. Jungkook stared at you lovingly, caressing your cheek with his palm. You met his eyes, “What’s up?”

“Nothing, I just love looking at you.” Softly, you leaned in for a kiss, trying to portray all your emotions to him. After a couple minutes, he pulled away and pecked your nose. “You should get going, baby. I think your line’s been waiting for you long enough.”

Nodding, you stood and patted his knee, getting dressed “I’ll see you later, Kook.”

You blew him a kiss as you grabbed your bag and shut the door, leaving your dorm and walking towards Rosa’s. There was a jump in your step as you entered her room and all your line sisters who were already there knew it.

“Please tell me you took a shower before you got here.” Yeri said as you poked her side. You pulled out your outfit for the night, a black tank top and skirt and laid it on her desk, sitting on the chair so that Yeri could start dutch braiding your hair.

“You know, I have a question, line.” Daeun said, “Do you ever call Jungkook syands during sex?”

“What the fuck, Daeun?” You laughed, “No, I only called him syands like the first month I knew him.”

The four of you started to get ready, blasting music and eating food to prepare your stomachs for a night full of alcohol. When you all finished, it was only 8:30. The depth of the party wouldn’t really start until 10 o’clock.

“Should we pregame?” Rosa asked. Yeri scoffed, “Yeah if you want to fucking blackout. They’re serving Beta Ice tonight and God knows what kinds of hard liquor they mix in that.”

“It’s honestly really good if you look past all the tequila and vodka and whatever,” You shrugged. At around 9, you called the uber to the penthouse, the four of you getting in and arriving within 30 minutes. There was a good amount of people there already. Thankfully, you found Jungkook by the exit, the boy greeting your sisters before taking you up to his rented room so that you could put your stuff there. “Where’s Kev?”

“He’s probably at the pool with your lineage, babe.” He said kissing your temple, “They’re playing floating beer pong. Did you bring a swimsuit so that you could go in the pool?”

You nodded at your overnight bag, wrapping your arms around Jungkook’s waist, “You look good, babe.” He donned a white button-up dress shirt, tucked in some black jeans, his hair was parted so that his forehead was revealed. He was absolutely breathtaking. Jungkook gave your own outfit a once-over. “So do you, baby girl.”

“I’m gonna go get a drink and join my lineage at the pool, I’m pretty sure my biggie should be here by now. Care to join me?” You asked grabbing your swimsuit and towel.

He shrugged, “Maybe later, babe. My teammates are here so I’m gonna hang with them for a little bit. But I’ll definitely find you later tonight.”

Jungkook walked you back to the bar, the two of you grabbing drinks before parting ways. After changing into your swimsuit, you arrived at the pool area to see a crowd of people hanging in the water, your lineage playing floating beer pong at the side. Your Big Sister spotted you first, waving you to come over with her free hand as the other was holding a cup of Beta Ice, “Little! Play for me please, I’m over this game.”

“You’re only saying that because you have bad aim, Jieun!” Hoseok laughed, “You’re not even the one drinking the beer, it’s my Little drinking it for you.”

“It’s okay love, I know you hate beer.” Jimin said rubbing her back. “C’mere Little Sis, tag out for your Biggie. We need to beat the birthday boy.”

“Eat my ass twin,” Kevin smirked taking his shot, the ball landing swiftly in one of the 5 remaining red cups.

“Oh that’s right 4 to 7 left baby.” Taehyung cheered putting an arm around his boyfriend.

“Okay, my grand’s a baller!” Hoseok cheered as you shot the ball in.

You laughed and waited until it was your next turn, “You know, because it’s my precious best friend’s birthday, I’ll give you my ball for this round.”

“You’re so nice to me, y/n.” Kevin smiled catching the ball and taking an additional shot, leaving the game 3 to 5. You played for another 20 minutes, the winner being Kevin and Hoseok. After about an hour, the penthouse was absolutely packed, the music blasting so loud that you could feel the vibrations in the water. You were surprised that you guys haven’t gotten any noise complaints (Taehyung probably covered the police too).

“Baby I don’t wanna be in the water anymore,” Taehyung slurred against Kevin, the birthday boy equally as drunk as his boyfriend.

“Okay everyone, let’s get out and dry off.” Jieun said pulling Jimin out of the water. You were a good amount of buzzed, changing quickly so that you could get more alcohol in your system. As you reached the bar, you found Rosa lying down on a table, Namjoon taking a body shot of vodka from her stomach.

“My turn my turn!” Taehyung giggled laying down next to Rosa, “scootchie Rosa~”

“My Little is blasted,” Seokjin clicked his tongue, taking a sip of his beer.

“Oh my God,” Jinhee said as she watched Kevin drunkenly take a shot from Taehyung’s belly button, his saliva and the alcohol mixing on Taehyung’s body. Yoongi chuckled, his arm protectively around Jinhee’s waist.

“You having fun, Little?” Hoseok asked ruffling Kevin’s hair. The boy grinned and hugged his Big, “hehe I love every single one of y’all. Bu-but all my love for everyone else is unmatched for my lov efor my boyfriend, kim taeeeee hyung. I love you baby gimme a kisth”

“To Kevin!” Jimin shouted raising his drink, the whole room joining in to cheer the birthday boy on. You met eyes with Jungkook from across the living room who was still with his team. He gave you a smile and puckered his lips for a little kiss, mirroring his action in response.

For the next hour and a half you were just letting loose and hanging with your friends, the only ones closest to sober being Namjoon, Hoseok, Yoongi, and Jinhee. Engrossed in a conversation with Yeri and Rosa, you missed the small capsule that slipped into your cup that you placed on the counter. Laughing, you took it in your hand and was about to take a sip before Hoseok suddenly grabbed your wrist, his eyes wide and face all worried.

“Don’t drink it.”

“Huh? Gwand,” You slurred, “I wanna drink itt.”

Taking the cup, Hoseok immediately dumped its contents in the nearest sink, eyes searching for the figure that tried to drug you. He called over Namjoon, whispering in his ear what he just witnessed. Immediately, the Beta Tau president walked over to the DJ, asking to grab his mic. The rest of the boys and your sisters started to gather around as they noticed something was off. “Jungkook, are you fucked up?”

“I’m alright, hyung. I’m drunk, but I know what’s going on.” Jungkook said with a smile, “what’s going on?”

“Hi everyone, please dispose of your drinks right now and get a newly bottle or can.” Namjoon said calmly to the drunken crowd, “Some people may be trying to roofie you, so I suggest you proceed with caution for the night. If anyone needs a way home, we will pay for your uber.”

“Wh-what?” you mumbled your heart beating in fear. Your eyes began searching for Jungkook, clinging to his shirt as he enveloped you in a hug, “K-Kook.”

“This fucker tried to drug my grand.” Hoseok said angrily dragging a pledge from Rho Psi by his collar.

“Who the fuck do you-”

“You fucking ass!” Jimin snarled shoving the pledge to the ground, “You don’t fucking roofie anyone, especially my Little Sister.”

“Little, calm down,” Hoseok said restraining Jimin from beating the living crap out of the pledge, who was now surrounded by his own brothers.

“Who the ffuckk invited you fucking lozerss?” Taehyung said, but the look in his eyes was deadly as he glared at the group of boys.

“I’m not having any rapey boys at my party so do yourselves a favor and get lost.” Kevin said leaning against Seokjin.

The pledge crossed his arms cockily, “Didn’t think it would be a big deal with y/n, she’s just Jungkook’s latest fuck anyway-”

“The fuck did you say?” Jungkook said, his blood boiling with anger.

“Grand,” Yoongi said sternly, “Control yourself, we can’t get written up for violence. We’re still a newly chartered chapter.”

“I’m not affiliated in anything,” Jinhee said moving out of Yoongi’s hold. She faced the boys of Rho Psi, the pledges amused that a small voice major was trying to fight. With all her might, Jinhee kneed the pledge in the crotch and punched him, the boy stumbling back on the floor.

Yoongi stared at his girlfriend with a smirk, pride filling his eyes. Seokjin, on the other hand, laughed as he, too, leaned against Kevin for support. Namjoon walked back to the group, a crowd now forming around them. The pledge put his hand to his mouth, a metallic taste lingering on his tongue as some blood went off on his fingers. 

“You bitch, I’m bleeding. This isn’t funny, my lawyer will be in contact with you!”

“What, are you gonna hit a girl? Your frat likes to rape and hit girls, huh? Let’s do it baby, I know the law.” Jinhee challenged, the other fraternity holding back from doing something they would certainly regret.

“It’s time you left Rho Psi, and don’t try that shit at any of our parties again or we will blacklist and have you guys disbanded.” Namjoon said, his deep voice threatening, “And expect this to be brought up to the Greek advisor. Think again before having your process involve something as disgusting as violating human consent.”

“Yeah fuck you,” Jimin sneered, pushing some of the boys as they left the party. You let out a heavy breath, trying to calm down as Jungkook whispered comforting things in your ear, his hands rubbing your back in his hug. A decent amount of people left after being informed of the roofie incident, Namjoon deciding that this party was now closed to only people Kevin knew, telling everyone that the party was over and to leave the penthouse.

“Let’s get you to a private room, Little,” Jieun said worriedly as your sisters, Jungkook, Yoongi, Jinhee, and Jimin led you to the bedroom. She told Daeun to grab you a bottle of water from the mini fridge, the group of them urging your drink so that your stomach wouldn’t hate you the next morning. Once Daeun came back with the water bottle, Jimin made eyes with the group that had come in. 

“We should probably give her some space, it might be too overwhelming with all of us in here.” Jimin said softly and began to usher everyone but your Big, Jungkook, and himself out. You clutched onto the water bottle tight, still trying to process what had just happened in what seemed like five minutes but probably had lasted maybe 30 minutes to an hour. 

“I-I’ve never been roofied before,” you mumbled.

“And you will never be roofied ever,” Jungkook said, “not while we’re here, y/n.”

“You’re safe, Little, okay?” Jimin said reassuringly, rubbing your knee. Your Big sister nodded, playing with your braids. “We got them out, Little. And this will spread through the whole Greek community, there’s no way any member of Rho Psi will get near you again.”

“Do you need anything, babe?” Jungkook asked, rubbing circles on your palm. You shook your head, “Who’s all outside still?”

“Just a few others, some people from Kev’s cultural group, our sisters, Beta Tau, and some people from the volleyball team.” Jieun said, “Ready to go out, Little?” You took a deep breath, nodding and scooting to the edge of the bed. You made it back into the penthouse, your best friends coming over to you first 

“My baby y/nie, are you okay?” Jinhee pouted, cupping your cheeks and squishing them. You nodded, giving the both of them a thumbs up while you scanned the penthouse. Since it was a lot less crowded at the penthouse, you could easily pinpoint a couple faces you knew were new as well as your friends. “Do you just wanna chill with us or do you wanna hang with Kook? It’s up to you.” You looked over at Jungkook who simply smiled at you, giving you the okay to hang out with your best friends. 

“I’ll catch you later yeah? Our room is down the hall to the left, Jinhee and Kevin should also know where it is.” Jungkook placed a quick peck on your lips before joining his lineage, who were on the couch casually talking with Rosa and another boy who looked similar to one of your best friends. Kevin turned to the two of you, grinning. 

“Have you guys had any of the food that we got catered? I’m fucking starving.” The birthday boy took both of your hands, guiding the two of you over to the food table. The food table had an unbelievable amount of hors d'oeuvres, as well as some other finger foods that still seemed like it would cost more than your tuition.

“Damn, Tae really took my advice when I recommended this place, huh.” Jinhee looked in disbelief at the table, shaking her head. The three of you dived in without a second thought, the flavors completely taking over your senses. You groaned after the first bite, throwing your head back. 

“Yeah, sex is great but I think this beats it out by a smidge bit.” Kevin and Jinhee laughed at your comment, grinning at each other before Jinhee held up a piece of food to toast with. 

“Here’s to Kev, the most important boy in our lives and the only one to successfully own our asses!” The three of you toasted to her words, before taking more food and going to go join everyone left in the living room. The people left were the boys and the people in your sorority. Rosa and Namjoon sat next to each other, the two of them completely engrossed in another conversation as the circle was still considerably large. Jungkook patted the space next to him for you, a smile on his face.

This was more like it. You rested your head on Jungkook’s shoulder, the boy rubbing your arm in a comforting manner. The two of you were talking about one of your upcoming dates, the atmosphere more relaxed and welcoming.

“-I’m not at my dorm right now,” Jinhee laughed catching your attention. “No! I’m not bringing you a bottle of cognac!”

“Who’s that?” Yoongi asked her, the girl telling him to hold on.

“It’s unnie’s younger brother,” You answered for Jinhee, “He’s coming here next year.”

“We can recruit him!” Jungkook said excitedly.

“Choi Yeonjun you’re too young to be drinking alcohol,” She rolled her eyes, “my phone’s about to die so I’m hanging up. Ask me for alcohol again and I’m gonna beat your ass.”

“Noona please why don’t you be a plug like a regular sister?!”

“The day I buy you alcohol is when you turn 21. Anyway, night Yeonjunie, love you.”

Yoongi chuckled booping her nose, “Your phone’s not about to die, you liar.”

“Yeah, but I’m not giving my brother alcohol until it’s legal.” She shrugged.

“Oh c’mon, unnie, I started drinking when I was 16.” You said casually.

“Yeah, but I trust you turned out well.” She said, “You better watch him next year when he pledges, Yoongs.”

“I will, I won’t make him drink that much.” He winked making his girlfriend roll her eyes. Kevin stood up and staggered to the kitchen, dry heaving into the sink.

“Well, I think I’m done drinking for tonight.” Hoseok said walking over to tend to his Little. Taehyung soon staggered after him, “my babeeee noo! don’t throw up!”

Jimin and Jieun then stood, announcing they were getting waters for everyone. You puckered your lips in a kiss to your Bigs as they handed you a large glass of water.

“You feeling better, little?” Jieun asked you sweetly, lightly resting her elbow on Jungkook’s head.

You nodded playing with Jungkook’s hand, “I feel much better now, thanks to all of you guys.”

Jimin smiled, “We’re here for you little, always.” The sound of Taehyung now throwing up made your head turn to the kitchen. Jimin sighed, looking around for Seokjin who was having a heart to heart with Daeun and Yeri about boys, “I’ll go make sure Tae’s okay. I don’t really wanna interrupt Jin hyung and the girls.”

“-men ain’t shit Daeun! I’m telling you! All men fucking suck!” Seokjin blabbered loudly.

“I’m embarrassed.” Jinhee said burying her face in Yoongi’s shirt.

“You don’t need a man, linebae! Men are trash!” You encouraged. Jungkook pouted and nudged you, “except you baby, of course.”

“Damn right.”

6-6-19

[bijoulilou]

After TWK fanfic

In the tiny cove of their home, Jude lays on the couch in the wee hours of the morning. She waits silently for the sun to break through, filling the room in splendid light. Soon after she will have to feed Oak and walk him to school if Vivi can't. But that's not for some time. And what's the point of speeding things along anyway? There is no other place she needs to be.

Jude, the former seneschal of the crown and now an exile in the mortal world, went from lack of sleep and a busy schedule to having too much rest and nothing to do.

Except to plot her revenge and get back to Elfaime, with that claiming what is rightfully hers. The throne. Jude's mind starts to turn its familiar cogs along with a cold hunger that sits at the bottom of her belly reminding that ordinary food can no longer satisfy her. Many mortal things cannot satisfy her. Nourish nor sustain. Human food lacks that kind of luster she craves, it's too bland and artificial. Her sister, Vivi, tells her it's all in her head and that it's just fine. She hints that her cravings are for something else instead. Power.

The bright orange glow wakes her out of her stupor and a lethargic fog settles around her, dulling the rise of her rage and strategic thought. She finds that no matter what she does, this fog lingers more than anything else.

Vivi walks in through the door, her eyes meeting Jude's on the couch. Despite her desire to integrate herself with the mortals, Vivi finds it hard to stick to their schedule. She craves the night as most good folk do. She smiles at Jude as she tucks her hair behind a pointed ear and closes the door behind her. It doesn't make a sound, not even a creak despite her careless push. Jude narrows her eyes with jealously. What her sister does so callously, Jude has had to train and move thoughtfully.

"I can see that sleeping in is not in your nature." Jude attests.

Vivi smiles in response, the gesture aligning with her feline features. How could Heather ever think she was human?

"Could say the same for you." Vivi tosses the house keys on the coffee table, missing the key bowl entirely. She throws a paper bag at Jude, who catches it as she rises to a sitting position.

"I'm not used to it yet. Having ample amount of time." Jude rests the bag on the table and stretches to get to her feet. The leggings that she has on feel so snug in her, she has a hard time believing she wore anything else besides before this. Now she wears legging and other stretchy pants when she can. Why did she ever bother with jeans in the first place. Occasionally when it gets to hot and muggy, she'll adorn a flowy summer dress that Oak brought for her. She suspects that Heather gave it to him once she heard of Jude's predicament, but she didn't press.

Vivi frowns at her.

"How do you still have abs?" She gestures to Jude's flat but strangely toned stomach that has a scar or two adorned across. "You live off pop tarts and pizza crusts!"

Jude pulls a slouch long y-shirt that still shows off her black sports bra. She's actually gotten darker, her skin now a golden olive and her dark hair woven with highlights of red from the constant sunshine.

"I've taken up running and training with the local mothers around here. They actually offered to pay me for it. Something about a personal trainer." Jude shrugs," whatever that means. I almost took them up on it but they whipped out their phones and I had no idea how they'd pay me with that. They've given me gift cards instead." Not that she needs them. Vivi gives her glamoured means of payment. But its nice not having to depend on it and all.

Oak's up. He hears his sisters rambling and he rolls out of bed in his superhero pajamas. He finds it strange that his friends idolize men in capes and spandex, but he hates to admit how much he admires them now. He's forced Vivi and Jude to take him to the movie theaters for a three hour one that Jude instantly fell asleep to. She only woke when the female warriors appeared on screen, watching them with apt admiration.

Soon the house in motion, pouring of cereal and the steam from the coffee pot fills the room. Jude and Vivi nurse their mugs and open the paperbag to devour pastries from their favorite bakery. A certain employee there has taken to Jude and always gives them extra, she pretends not to notice. He couldn't stop stammering when she showed up with Oak in her sundress, braided hair, and new gift card. She preferred to give them something that wouldn't disappear. Vivi uses this to her advantage. As does Oak. Them make sure to take her every time.

Vivi takes Oak as Jude prepares for the day. She pulls up a map on Vivi's laptop and takes notes of places she has discovered and searched for openings to sneak back into faerie. Whatever path she finds, she knows she'll be forced to cross the water and that alone will send off red flags. Growing up she heard of a foxhole that lead underground and popped over to otherside as ways to sneak back and forth. Now Jude thinks she only heard of that in made up stories or fairytales, ironically enough.

There's a knock at the door, Jude's hand goes to her side but finds her trusty sword missing still. She rises to her feet, eyeing a wooden baseball bat that belonged to Oak.

"Who is it?" She calls. No answer, just another rapt at the door. This time a little impatient. She grabs the butter knife from the kitchen table instead, wiping the jelly on the couch as she walks closer to the door. There's a jiggle of the doorknob and then a turning of the lock and Jude quickly ducks before the door is thrown open behind the couch. Her heart is beating fast but she's prepared. She drops the butter knife for a real one that she has duct taped to the underbelly of the couch. Retrieving it carefully as to not make any noise all the while listening to the careful footsteps of the intruder. When she hears steps getting closer, she holds her breath waiting for their feet to make the book and display on her full view and she leaps to her feet. And charges. Whoever it is expects it and leaps out of the way forcing Jude to tumble forward in a graceful roll to her feet. It takes a moment for her eyes to settle and realize who it is.

"Roach?!" She sputters and moves to close the door, an unfamiliar hand stops the door and growls at her, she instinctively raises a knife to its throat hissing between her teeth.

"Whoa whoa! Step back for a moment mate, I got it here." The Roach waves a dismissive hand towards his accomplice who begrudgingly accepts and retreats slowly. Jude doesn't lower her knife and hangs the chain as soon as the door is closed. "My intention was not to alarm you." He smiles in a empathetic way. It's so unnatural for him that it comes off as a sneer.

"Well you did." Jude seethes. She points the knife at him. "Why are you here?"

The Roach is the last faerie she should be mad at, but right now she's pretty livid with everybody like him back home. He shrugs.

"That's fine. Be angry. I'm actually happy to find you this way instead of a heaping mess. I've seen the way human girls get when they get dumped. Should've know you weren't the type." He looks around and spots the pastries on the table and helps himself.

"HEY! Those are not for you!" But he already has one in his mouth when he bows apologetically away from them. "Why are you here?" She says ignoring the last bit.

"Oh," he frowns, "so the king did dump you. I think I've lost a bet on this one-"

"Stop and answer the question or I'll throw this at you. It won't kill you but it'll do damage." She warns.

The Roach sighs and licks the last bits of glaze off of his fingers.

"Was just curious about you, is all." He says it casually but Jude can't help but notice the careful manor he phrases his words. "Liliver-I mean the Bomb wonders about you. We both do, actually. We all wonder how you've been carrying on." He takes in everything, as if deciding something, "you seem to be well. In good form I take it from your reaction earlier. A little rusty but good form."

Jude lowers the knife to her side, tucking it into the waistband so that it sticks out slightly but stays secured. She gestures for him to sit and he helps himself to more food, coffee with sugar and cream. He pours the rest of the carton into a mug and swishes it around with his finger to his liking. Jude leans against the kitchen frame and watches, the last of the adrenaline settles away. She could use a run right now, to clear her head and keep her sharp. The months from lack of contact have left her duller than she anticipated l, she thought she'd be ready but clearly wasn't. She wasn't ready to have this conversation.

"How is everything? In the kingdom I mean, clearly my exile was a means for peace for the land and sea reigns."

He looks at the at the jelly for a moment before looking up to answer, "Things are not expected to stand still in your absence as they did not stand still when you were there. Politics has a way of moving along no matter how the subjects may feel about. But all in all, its liveable." The Roach smiles but it's not convincingly.

"What aren't you telling me?"

"Only what you want to hear." There is is again that smile. Jude wouldn't put it past her that he was only allowed to visit with conditions in place, such as news of the kingdom and its ties to Orlagh or even Nicasia taking place in the palace.

Before she can ask anything else there's a knock at the door. With that the Roach rises and drinks the last dregs of his mug before pushing in his chair. His manners take her aback for a bit as he walks to the door and knocks back before taking off the chain.

"Glad to see you're doing alright, kid. Really it is." He eyes Jude with warm regard, "We really do miss you on the other side." He pauses before he says to much. "The Bomb might pay you a visit soon. No promises how soon though. Might be months from now." He waves as he opens the door.

"If it's any consolation...the feeling is mutual. Please share that." He nods and says he will. "Oh and Van?" He actually flinches when he uses his real name," I wasn't dumped. I was banished. You have to be in functioning relationship to be dumped." She clarifies as he steps over the threshold.

"Well Jude, there's nothing functional about the two of you." And with that he joins his friend who despite the bright of day doesn't stand out as he leans up against a tree awaiting the Roach's return. And with a blink of an eye, they're gone leaving Jude behind to retrude into her home locking the door with the chain behind her.

Not soon after that, Vivi comes to the door the chain no match for her. Jude is left to wonder why she even bothers.

After aimlessly wondering around and leading her fellow troupe of mothers and stay-at-home dads on her run and cool down she returns home to dress down and clean up.

Vivi suggests she visit a coffee shop with her later so that they could both pick up Oak and take him out to paint night. Jude suspected ulterior motives, the likelihood of running into Heather there being a motivational factor. Jude was still unsure about disclosing how much time she spent with Heather behind Vivi's back. Whether it was a way to pay her back for what she did for her in faerie or just Heather's kindness, she was grateful nonetheless.

Clad in short overalls with tights peaking out from beneath to hide her scar and a crop top that Heather gave her, she left the house. Vivi unbeknownst to her sister's mysterious wanderings waved her off as she read a comic. Jude took out the written directions to their next meeting place, a surprise she was told. Heather had suggested that Jude take the bus, but she waved her off. Jude enjoyed taking in the scenery and learning more about the world she was once forced to leave behind. There was a sereneness to it all, a hum to this life that was easy to get lost in.

She watched a couple at a stop light, as they smiled and giggled at one another, sharing with one another a private language that only they seemed to understand. They weren't much older then she was but Jude felt a rift nonetheless. The way they carelessly went about the day with one another is something she could never understand. How can two people aimlessly live like that, like they were the only two in the world. No consequences. No hesitations. Just open affection and smiles. Jude shook herself out of her reverie and continued following the directions.

The last bit was tricky because it lead her to a building with two menacing looking lions at the door foot of the stairs. It seemed so strange to have two ferocious marble cats greeting everyone out in the open. As she climbed the few steps, she couldn't help turn around to look at them, as if they might come to life roaring at her. The glass doors opened automatically as she neared them and a gentle woman greeted her. She was in a library. She hadn't been in one since she was a child but even then, it seemed like a forgotten musky place. It wasn't the case here. There were people huddled in groups, talking in hushed voices. Rows of computers being used with walls of gray separating them from each other. A boy met her eyes as she looked around, a sort of panic in her eyes from being out of her element. Alone.

She looked at her written directions again, looking for an indication as to wear she might be. All it said was to meet her in a section which didn't make sense until now. And then all the way at the bottom, underlined with ferocity. Do. Not. Forget. Your Phone.

Jude groaned, of course she had forgotten it. Why wouldn't she? She never needed it before! Not until now, really. She wondered if she could retrace her way back home in case Heather wasn't found until a voice broke her silent unraveling.

"Are you lost?" It was a boy. A young man really. He was tall, a little lanky with a smattering of freckles and light brown hair.

"Ah," Jude paused unsure how to proceed, "Maybe? I mean, yes. So you know where this section is?" She points hoping he'll ignore whatever else is written around it. He studies it for a while, asking permission to take it from her before proceeding. She nods and he takes it and studies it while he looks around.

"You know I just came from that section, I think I found some.." he starts muttering,"Yeah. Follow me." He leads her upstairs to a section of the library that doesnt seem to get many visitors. "I'm Gabe by the way."

Jude hesitates, "Nice to meet you Gabe." When she sees Heather there, she relaxes. "I think I can take it from here." She nods and takes back her written directions to join her friend.

Gabe nods back, "If you need anything just give me a ring at the front desk. What did you say your name was?"

"She didn't. But thanks for you help I can take it from here." Heather chimes, he pink tinged hair pulled into a messy bun sporty a shirt that said 'Whateves' on it and frayed shorts.

He smiles down at Jude before taking off, leaving Heather to curl back into her nook of the book shelves beckoning Jude to join her.

Heather asks Jude if she has always gotten this much attention, it seems to happen wherever she goes even though she thinks she blends in pretty well. People, both Male and female walk up to her to start a conversation. Leading to ask for her name and a number. Some not as forward as Gabe or as obvious as the coffee shop employee, but all-in-all surprising for someone who was used to being ignored up until recent events.

Despite the rocky start, they jump into what Heather calls her lessons. Usually they take place in a busy place like the mall or a comic shop Heather frequents. Jude preferred a bookstore, there she'd find books on strategies and bios of historical greats like Alexander The Great or Napoleon Bonaparte. Being pulled away the last second before she could find more. It makes sense why she would be brought here.

They sat as Jude collected books and answered Heather's questions about faerie. Or what she could tell her. Heather wanted to be ready if she were ever to go back there again, but first she had to face Vivi. And that was difficult alone. It was hard to trust someone who kept the truth for so long and then glamoured you to forget something so important. No matter how frightening it was, Heather still had a right to know. To remember.

Before long, Jude realised she was running out of time, she would not be able to meet up with Vivi after all. Heather volunteered to drive her to Oak's school. They gathered themselves while Heather grabbed the book that Jude just had in her hands. As they went downstairs, Heather told Jude to wait for her outside. Jude headed for the doors, but not without Gabe waving goodbye and trying to catch her eye. She did something unexpected. She waved back.

Heather met Jude at the foot of the steps, handing her the book on Alexander the Great with a receipt tucked inside.

"That'll tell you when you should bring it back." Heather instructed as she led her to her car. Jude climbed in and buckled her seat, bracing for Heather's driving as they backed out of the parking lot.

"This is great, I can have this back before it's due." Jude tucked the book into her bag, patting it proudly. "Heather, don't think I dont appreciate all this." By Heather only nodded. She was fixated on the red light.

When they made it to Oak's school, he was nowhere to be seen. The group of human children he always played with were waiting for the rides, but still no Oak. Jude gets out of the car and waves Heather goodbye. She walks up to Oak's friends who merely tell her that Oak had to stay behind after class. She walks in, remembering his room number from a rhyme that Oak always sang for Vivi to remember, and walked in to find him seated.

At the board was his teacher wiping away the last bits of the lesson. He took a startled step back when he turned to find another person in the room. Oak smirked at his teacher's distress. He apologized, his ears burning at the encounter and extended his hand to greet her.

"You must be Vivienne, his guardian."

Jude actually laughed, the sound surprising her own ears, "Actually-no. I'm Jude, his other guardian. His sister really."

"Ah," his eyes narrowed behind his big glasses," you seem a little younge to be his guardian." He rubbed his eyes as if unsure.

Her eyebrows rose up, "Aren't you a little young to be a teacher?"

With that he turned bright red, making him seem that much younger.

"I assure you that I'm not." His voice betrayed.

Jude knew she just turned 18 and that it was perfectly legal for her to be a guardian.

"Well, the reason I held Oak back today was because of something he did in class." Jude felt her the back of her neck prickle. "Or rather what he said." He then went on in detail about how Oak has always been a quiet student this far but lately has been a rebellious streak. And such a streak that other students have started joining as well. Whatever Oak tells them to they follow. Which is perfectly normal for kids to follow suit of a class clown or a leader of sorts. But Oak has never displayed such qualities.

"And the reason I kept him today is because he told me to do something." He hesitates, "I couldn't refuse." His voice trails off, hinting at her worst fear.

"What did he ask you to do?" Jude glances at Oak who looks harmless even now with his human glamour.

"It was after lunch, the kids have a free period to settle and be outside before the last half of the day. Oak is here with his friends, perfectly normal, while I'm at my desk reading when I reach over to grab my coffee." He pauses and Jude notices that his clothes have a dark stain running down his shirts and pants. "I almost spill it on myself. I remember saying that, I almost did. But then Oak comes up to my desk, smiling. He says, 'wouldn't it be funny if you did spill it all over yourself?' And then he told me to do it. But his voice was different, I felt like I couldn't refuse." Jude is silent. Not sure what to say, wishing Vivi was there to glamour this problem away. But she wasn't

Yet there was something she could do. Lie.

"What are you saying? Her voice mimicked that of those mothers she trained during the day. She was careful to sound defensive and a little incredulous at the implication that her child had done anything wrong."Oak, wait outside by the main door." Oak surprisingly did as he was told.

Once again, Oak's teacher is blushing, its evident that he is starting to doubt himself. "I'm-I'm saying that Oak--well that he, uh..." he trailed off and ultimately gave in." Nothing... No. Yes, something. I'm suggesting that Oak...hypnotized me."

Jude couldn't stop herself laughing. Out of all the things he could have accused them of, hypnotism was not one she expected. Oak's teacher looked humiliated and Jude used this to her advantage.

"I'm sorry if I seem to be laughing at your expense, but I'm actually surprised." She pauses, "My sister Vivienne just so happens to be a hypnotist. She does that for a living so it's no surprise Oak picked up on it so quickly." Then she took it one step further, "She can tell you all about it if you'd be interested. We're headed her way right now."

"Oh no, that's alright I'm all-", he gestures to his stained clothes again but this time with a small smile.

Jude smiles," Well then maybe some other time." They awkwardly look around, remembering where they are. "We better get going, we're heading to paint night or something." She waves a dismissive hand and moves to the door. He coolly follows.

"Is that tonight?" He feigns surprise, "I've been meaning to go. My roommate says good things about it. Maybe I'll see you there. Well you and Oak and your sister, I'm sure." His tone turns apologetic.

Jude has never met someone who apologizes so frequently, especially not with such a flush. She finds herself smiling again at the vulnerability. Amazed at it.

"That would be very nice. I'm Jude by the way." She extends her hand and he catches it.

"Tom. Thomas no just Tom, actually. But everybody her just calls me Mr. Cavanaugh." He grins at his lame joke but Jude humors him. She was never taught to be charming or flirt but she finds that she is doing so well.

Jude notices his dark hair and startling blue eyes, in this light he reminds her of somebody. But they couldn't be more different, complete opposites of personality spectrum. Tom was welcoming as his high yet soft cheekbones which strangely complemented his strong jaw. Jude smiled at the meek way he smoothed his clothes and glanced at her through his eyelashes. They were long but not longer than her own. An allowable length, she thought.

Tom leads her out the room to find a very impatient Oak slouched against the door. Not too happy about how the day turned out, he had hoped Vivi would have came instead to clean up this mess. Instead his too mortal sister with her clever tricks up her sleeve showed up instead and would hold him accountable. He shuddered at the thought of what that would mean. As Jude and Mr. C kept talking with the tips of their mouths turned up with relaxed and open gestures, Oak felt uneasy.

"Won't Vivi wonder where we are?" Oak asked, purposely cutting in. "We've kept her waiting, I'd be home by now."

Jude's eyes settled on her little brother, an authoritative tone that greatly contrasted with Heather's or Vivi's easy going parenting. It reminded him of Madoc's almost. Her cool voice was a feminine clone if his father's.

"We will leave soon, usually you'd be home by now if not for your new hobbies. Your teacher has been gracious enough to fill me in." She turns to grins at Mr. C. WHO DOES IT BACK.

Oak is speechless at what next happens.

"It isn't that big, well it is. You should really be careful with that little talent of yours Oak, it's dangerous in certain hands." He then quotes a superhero movie with some advice about power and responsibility. His clueless sister is obviously impressed and complements him. "Its from a-- doesn't matter. Um, I'm really excited to hear more about this gift of yours Oak, your sister Vivi sounds like quite talented as well. I cant wait to hear more about it at paint night. Thanks again for inviting me Jude. Looking forward to it."

Oak cannot breathe, everything happened so quickly, Jude has to lead him out the door with a light tug. Most of the walk is in silence. Jude starts to ask questions but Oak doesn't know how to answer. His day started out so well but has taken such a turn he starting to doubt it even happened.

"Why is my teacher meeting up with us at paint night. Why are WE going to paint night?" He asks as they make their way to their favorite table. Vivi's eyebrow shoot up.

"So much for a surprise? What gives for the spoiler alert, Jude?"

"Jude invited my teacher to meet up with us!" And in unison he and Vivi ask, "why?!"

Their sister in question shrugs, since when did she answer this way? And then takes their orders, pays with one of the many gift cards she has stashed away. She returns to wait with her siblings who question her sanity. Once their food and drinks are set on the table, she takes a sip of her tea and begins to explain.

Jude tells Vivi about her meeting with Oak's teacher. About the incident at school and how Tom/Mr. C who is never referred to as Mr. Cavanaugh, according to Oak, freaked out about the whole thing. She decided it was best to accept that it happened and deal with it than deny and try to cover it up when it happened again.

"Notice how I saw when not if!" She wags her finger like their adoptive mother Orianna would except not as delicately. Oak pouts in response.

"I'm not sure why I did it, I just felt like it." He sighs and takes a sip of his hot cocoa. Jude adds more marshmallows to cheer him up.

"Well that's why you're here. To learn to control these urges and not give in to them. You might have to take on big responsibilities one day and you can't rule without discipline."

[maggotmouth]

        hi i’m nora ( 23. gmt. she/her ) and it turns out i really miss playing bridget ! i wasn’t feeling frida bt i wanted to explore som of her backstory more so ive kind of fused bits of her into bridget..... sue me.... for those of u who didn’t know her before i dropped her, bridget grew up in a trailer park in texas, she’s an angsty socialist leftie who gets fucked at the pub and goes off on one about capitalism.  film nerd. got in on a partially subsidised scholarship and works in a bar and a fast food place to pay for her accomodation. here’s a pinboard !! everythin else is below this cut, like this post n i’ll (probably forget to) smash that im button for plots x

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( cis-female ) haven’t seen BRIDGET MATUSIAK around in a while. the MARGARET QUALLEY lookalike has been known to be GARRULOUS & CANDID, but SHE can also be FICKLE & ERRATIC. The 21 year old is a JUNIOR majoring in FILM. I believe they’re living in AUDAX but I popped by earlier and no one answered the door.

aesthetics.

thumb holes poked through the cuffs of your sleeves, roller blades, grazed knees, not eating your greens, smiling with a mouthful of blood, sleeping in a cherry lip balm and scrunchies to keep the wild locks from your eyes. piercing your own ears with a safety pin when your dad wouldn’t take you.

connection to tatiana & did they choose her name during the watershed?

knew each other from the cheer team in bridgets freshman year and tatiana’s sophomore year. had a competitive friendship to start with but then they got into a discussion about politics at a party one night, and maybe hooked up a few times after tatiana had jst broken up w someone. they were sort of seeing each other very casually for a bit, but…. they came from vastly different circles n it didn’t really work. they were in a bad partch at the time of the reaping so to speak, and bridget picked her name For A Giggle but now regrets it big time obviously

tw drugs, teen pregnancy

BACKSTORY TIME.. her mother was from the wrong side of the tracks, was chucked out of home pretty young after a teenage pregnancy, wanted 2 go to art school and started working as an erotic dancer to pay for college but then jst…. ended up staying there. one of those girls u see in the documentaries who had Big Plans but ultimately never got to pursue them n jst got…. sucked in by the money 

her mom n dad met in high school at a parents evening. alice was fourteen, toby was thirty-one. bridget’s mom alice was a roman catholic – uneducated in matters of safe sex, mother mary around her neck, bras hanging over wooden crucifixes – and willing to give it to the first boy who seemed interested enough, gift-wrapped or not. toby was the father to a girl down the road who alice knew nothing of besides her name and the few encounters in the corridors facing a stoney stare that screamed homewrecker. it only happened once, but once was enough. alice was out of the house as soon as her parents knew a child was growing in her womb.

bridget n her mum alice were more like sisters growing up, probably because of the closeness in age. alice should’ve known that you couldn’t have a thirteen-year-old-daughter at 27 without everyone knowing you’d been one of those girls who gave it away fast as a hot potato, and maybe bridget should have known that she’d inherit more than her mother’s wide eyes, that things have a way of circling back to us --- that at fourteen she too would lose it on the floor of a swimming pool changing room, soggy back, polka-dot nylon of a swimsuit pulled down to her ankles.

she grew up in a trailer park just outside of orlando resort, but she was raised in dressing rooms surrounded by sparkly costumes and nipple pasties and leotards and the like. as a kid she’d try to trot about in her moms heels n yearned for the day she’d be able to be on stage. 

if you’ve seen the florida project its a bit like tht.... just kids left to do their own shit.... mother’s a bit all over the place... made money by stealing wristbands off orlando theme park visitors, and bridget was p much raised by the community, to be honest. most of her youth was spent scurrying about half naked in cowboy boots and glasses too big for her face. a smol feral child

gilly (referred to as junior) was born four years after bridget, the son of a carpenter and sculpture artist named gilbert “gilly” senior, her moms latest squeeze. whenever she wasn’t at school bridget would be in gilly’s workshop doin her homework surrounded by parts of furniture or hanging out with the kids who were visiting disneyland but couldn’t afford the hotels on the resort

like her mother, bridget fell pregnant barely out of her gingham print dresses, hair in two plaits down her back, teddies still lining her bed. unlike her mum, she was not box-shipped out to a home for fallen women but rather booked into a clinic, given a pill, just like taking your vitamins.

her mother flaked out when bridget was around fifteen and junior was eleven. they were in the system for a while, before gilly was finally granted custody as legal guardian. the three of them moved to marfa, texas so that gilly could run classes in sculpture and woodworking at the art institute. they’re not sure where their mother went. some say she rededicated herself as a virgin and joined the convent in penance for her sins. some say she works in a las vegas strip club and sells pills to minors. bridget likes to believe that she’s an actress, her name in newspapers and her face in a star-spangled dressing mirror.

bridget used to do sponsored silences and hunger strikes for kids in developing countries. was that kid in school who was always raising money something. i mean its kinda cute but also she just wanted the acclaim and attention so…. and most of the time it didn’t even make it to the disadvantaged kids she was raising it for cos her mom needed rent money or to buy the kids new shoes n they could barely afford much themselves

she’s a strident feminist, an activist for human rights and animal rights, a vocal vegetarian and an all-round soapbox sadie. catch her in the quad shouting about human rights through a megaphone. will most definitely have quizzed your character on institutionalised racism whilst inhaling nos at a party and snacking on a big bowl of cheesy wotsits

aesthetic: big military or leather jackets over tiny little sundresses. always in docs or creepers and a beret with an anarchist symbol painted on it. wears a long green trench coat covered in badges for alt punk rock bands or a red denim jacket that she hacked into a crop jacket with a pair of kitchen scissors. cuffed jeans, thrifted or stolen. white converse, more grey tbh through years of wear. crop tops and plaid shirts tied round her waist. smudged mascara. glitter smeared over cheekbones from the previous night. cigarette smoke shrouding you like a veil, the red string of a thong peaking out purposely from jeans, piercing your own ears with a safety pin when your dad wouldn’t take you, kate moss posters lining the walls of a teenage bedroom, thumb holes poked through the cuffs of your sleeves, feet pounding the earth until your soles bleed crimson.

an aspiring screenwriter. she has a very image-based view of memory and experience. always doing a screenplay or shooting film. her style has a lot of catholic iconography (think virgin suicides style or baz luhrmann’s romeo + juliet if it was done on a super 8 camera) bcos catholicism is one of the few things she remembers about her mother. she’s never actually tried to find her mum / find out about her, jst…. occasionally channels that energy into her work.

struggles with self-image and the need to be Loved By All a lot. uses sex as an affirmation of her worth and also kinda manic-depressive (though not officially diagnosed) bcos her upbringing was a bit unstable, she was a looked after child for a while when the adoption papers were still going through… struggles a lot with feeling unwanted, especially since her grandparents refuse to acknowledge her existence cos she was born outside of marriage….. so she craves feeling wanted,, like despite being a real women’s rights activist and hating objectification, at the same time to bridge there’s nothing better than someone sizing you up with hunger in their eyes

she’s queer, but i guess she favours women, and is incredibly vocal in her support of the lgbt+ movement. often at rallies. has done a face-sitting protest. really is that bitch

there’s a degree of anger for anger’s sake in bridget. she likes passionate, angry music – particularly garage rock, punk and riot grrrl. she loves the slits and skinny girl diet. viv albertine inspired her to take up bass guitar.

back at lockwood she was working two jobs to pay for uni !! at the bowling alley polishing the shoes and fixing the bowling lanes, and also as a burger flipper at mcdonalds. in amsterdam she’s managed to secure a part-time bar job at one of the hendrix university bars

massive film buff. is majoring in film at uni also spends a lot of time at the movie theatre n probably has like a season ticket. is one of those pretentious film nerds who’re like “what do u think of goddard’s work?” but also just really into shitty horror movies

she spends her evenings in downtown bars willing away her boredom, trying to find something that’ll jerk her out of apathetic lethargy. she toys with the idea of becoming a stripper — it certainly pays better than flipping burgers — but she lacks the energy to dance for several hours a night.

she loves b movies and slasher flicks. at parties, she’ll occasionally try to make a horror of her own, on a super 8 camera in someone’s basement, very paranormal activity, but she’ll inevitably get bored, or too drunk and give up, like she does with most things in her life. she lacks drive and motivation. she’s bright but there’s no hunger in her.

she’s fickle and enigmatic. one moment she could be your best friend, the next, she’ll behave like a total stranger. bridget’s unpredictable because she’s still unsure of her own identity, frequently flitting between different characters, like snake skins, before she grows bored of being bubbly and eager and becomes spiteful again. her core personality traits are probably forthright, impulsive, restless, thrill-seeking, selfish, gregarious, easily bored, childish.

SOME ?MILDLY AMUSING? FACTS

writes shitty poems on the back of napkins and quotes dead philosophers she’s never read. romanticises herself a lot. like will be standing there in a ripped t-shirt and her undies smoking a cig like “hmmm… i bet someone is falling in love with me right now”

is vegetarian for environmental reasons but snorts coke at parties like that isn’t shit for the environment ?? sis, it don’t add up

loves dirt. ate a worm once because someone dared her too. shamelessly disgusting.

she’s slightly obsessed with true crime, up late watching documentaries on the manson family murders.

favourite drink is cherry coke

a lot of her time is spent in the record store, plugged into a set of headphones, head-banging in the corner to a scratched record. music, for birdie, is a form of escapism. that and dropping acid in parking lots lmao.

sells nudes on twitter. whenever she gets low on cash she contacts one of the seedy old men who used to visit her mom’s club to venmo her $500 in return for pictures

that girl who’s always harping on about body positivity on instagram while wearing cute underwear and looking absolutely bomb

really good at rodeo bull riding. the club in marfa had one so as a youth she got really good at it bcos she was constantly tryin to outdo her friends on who could stay on for the longest. a video of her staying on one for like 4 minutes after downing several jager bombs went viral once.

micro-doses acid for mild depression bcos she didn’t believe in “that CBT bullshit”, thought that therapists, like her, were jst con artists so always a bit spaced out

volunteers at one of the local galleries but mostly just rants to old white dutch men about how cis white men have dominated art for years :/ is one of those SJW-types , like.... have a day off, jameela jamil......

has a pet rat called popeye

takes photographs of dead animals to use in her art and often posts them side-by-side with stills of women in porn to show the shelf-life of female sex workers in a patriarchal-dominated industry or some bullshit idk

big into spoken word poetry, even if its shit. likes savage depictions of femininity

wrote a thesis on art as an act of masturbation that got published

this bitch HATES capitalism and LOVES karl marx

time isn’t real. nothing exists. the self is a social construct. finger guns.

an awful person, really

plots i want that i mostly stole from the tags

muse a tries to stand up for muse b in a bar but unfortunately cannot fight for shit.

muse a (prob bridget cos works in a bar) works somewhere that’s open late and muse b comes in to take shelter from the storm.

‘I got in my car and you were sleeping in the backseat who the hell are you and how did you get into my car’ 

 umm a wlw plot isnpired by san junipero ! esp this post. could have been a former fling that ended sourly !! cos i dont like ship forcing but still?? give me wlw stuff

 “i just decked you in the face because i’m drunk and you were pissing me off but ow my hand really fucking hurts i think i might have broke it and oh look your nose is bleeding and now we’re both sitting awkwardly in the hospital while i glare at you from across the room. but wait are you giving me sex eyes?? stop that i’m supposed to mad at you??”

“platonically sharing a bed until i wake up and you’re curled round me and my nose is buried in your hair so i’ll pretend to stay asleep to keep this for a little while longer” plots

 “highkey want a ‘someone wrote your phone number on the wall of a bathroom in my dorm with ‘call for a good time’ and i just texted you to let you know that i scribbled it out and oh wait you’re actually funny and easy to talk to and now we’re talking every day and i might have a tiny little crush on you even tho  i don’t even know your name’ plot”

 goddamn its another shippy wlw plot apparently that’s all my tag is but this post

“known for being rebels without cause, MUSE A and MUSE B are synonymous to their fast cars, nights out beneath the stars, empty bottles of alcohol, and loud music. they meet by chance one night and immediately click, and embark on a careless adventure after it despite not knowing each other. it’s them against the world: after all, what could go wrong ?”

any of these sad sour unrequited love plots

‘we take the same elevator every day and due to a misunderstanding I assumed you didn’t speak english and I’ve been talking to my friend about how hot you are for three weeks and apparently my friend has known from the start but you agreed not to tell me bc you both think its hilarious what the fuck’ au

‘I accidentally dropped you while you were crowd surfing and you broke your ankle and now I feel responsible so I’m carrying you out of the moshpit’ au

walked in on my roommate and you screwing except i know you from class and i freaked out a little

i was hustling you in pool for money but you were hustling me for free drinks so who’s the real winner here?

bridgot goes to strip clubs n peep shows like every day, cos she’s writing about the history of pornographic film n its basically research for her, so if ur characters would be into strip clubs they might see her there

i feel like she’d be on student council if they had one of those. shes that kind of bitch, turning up like elle woods with a big feather pen or a light-up heart marker, slamming down some truths before upping and leaving to go for her 11am chai latte break

som1 who attended the art institute in marfa for a summer n maybe knew her when she was a bit younger ??? idk

drama. angst. horror. also nice bike rides in amsterdam please

feel free to im me if u wanna plot, or, like this post and i’ll hit u with a message!

[cal-puddies]

navy button down || calum hood

feat. date night with Ashton. **smut** replaces Stuck.

Cal hates it, he hates that Ashton has been talking about how good you look, and hates that you seem to be nervous for the date.

Ash pics you up, black jeans and a navy short sleeve button down, showing off his chest, you’re in a sundress.

“Hey Ash.” You greet, as you let him in. “Gimme like… 2 seconds.”

“Hey come back here.” He says, you walk back to him and he wraps an arm around you and kisses your cheek. “I’m glad we’re doing this.”

“Me too.” You grin. “You look good, Ash.” You rest your hand on his exposed chest.

“Thanks babe. You’re looking real good too.” His eyes linger on your cleavage and you roll your eyes and pull away.

“You’re such a boy.” You laugh, walking to grab your phone.

“No babe, I’m a man… you’ll see.” He pulls you back in as you get closer, and his hand squeezes your ass. You let out a sigh and then just decide to kiss him. “Hmm” he hums.

“Sorry, just wanted to get it out of the way.” You grin against his lips.

He grins too, “s’ok.” And he kisses you again, interlocking your lips.

Ash’s hand rests on your thigh while you’re at dinner, sat next to each other, backs to the door in a booth in the back, best way to not get noticed. A tactic you’re used to after hanging out with all the guys so often.

You don’t mind that his hand inches higher, you wish he’d do more, to be honest.

“Do you wanna hang out after dinner? Go out? Or something.” He asks as your finishing the meal. Your face hurts from laughing so much with him.

“I'd like to hang out more… and I’m up for anything. We could go back to my place or yours.” You shrug.

Ash’s hand gently grips the back of your neck as he leans in, “if you come back to mine, you aren’t going home tonight.” He whispers.

“Funny, id say the same if you were coming back to mine.” You wink.

“Mmm, babe.” He hums against your ear. “You're in for a night.” He throws his card on the table so the waitress can grab it when she comes back.

He mixes you a drink, once back at his place. “So what’s your thing? What are you into?” He asks, sitting next to you on the couch, handing you your drink.

“Sex… is kinda my thing, I like to have fun, I guess.” You shrug.

“I can work with that.” He grins.

“Who said I was sleeping with you on the first date?” You grin.

“Who said you weren’t?”

“Touché Irwin.” You nod.

Within a couple hours, you’ve both had a couple drinks and you’re feeling the warm buzz of whiskey. Ash is giving you bedroom eyes, and he’s tugging at the strap of your sundress while talking to you. Not that you’re paying any attention to what he’s saying, you mostly want to straddle him and have him get you naked. Cal had refused to have sex with you until after you had your date and it’s been over 2 weeks. “What’s on your mind?” He asks, drawing you out of your thoughts.

You decide to take action and move to straddle him. “I’m thinking about you.” It wasn’t a total lie, you were also thinking about how he’d do you compared to Calum, whom you’ve grown quite accustomed to.

“What about me?” He smirks. He’s cocky, you like it.

“For starters, I’ve always heard rumors…” your hand trails between you two and you squeeze his cock through his jeans. He adjusts, pulling you down on his forming hard on. “And I’m just wondering how good those lips and tongue are…” his hands slip under your dress as he grips your ass.

“Tell me more babe, you want me?” He smirks, hands now kneading your ass.

“Want you so bad.” You nod, lips against his, though you aren’t kissing. “I’ve imagined what it’d be like to get naked with you, get man handled by you. I know you know what your doing.”

“I wanna ask you question before we get there, because we will get there, what’s the deal with Cal?”

You climb off his lap and sigh, “you really want to talk about another guy when we’re about to do this?”

“I’m just saying, you guys clearly had chemistry at that party a couple weeks ago and you left at the same time.”

“Ash, I dunno, we hang out. He was supportive of this, though.” You say.

“That’s all I need to know babe, I wasn’t trying to get into anything.” He grins, pulling you in and holding the back of your neck so he can kiss you. “Now, lemme taste you.” He whispers against your lips. He kisses you, using tongue, and his hand slides up your thighs and he grabs your panties, “c’mon babe, lets get these off.” You stand and Ash pushes the dress up, and leaves wet open mouth kisses along the tops of your thighs and your stomach, he tugs your underwear down and grabs your hand. He situates himself so that his head is resting on the back of the couch comfortably.

Your left knee rests on the back of the couch and he pulls your right knee closer and it knocks him in his chest. He holds the back of your thigh. “Sorry Ash.”

“Nothing to be sorry for. This is exactly how I wanted you.” His lips caress your thighs. “Let’s see about you.” He pushes both hands up to your waist and pulls you down, closer to his face. His tongue sticks out and splits your lips, he teases your clit while humming. “What’s got you so worked up?” He hums.

You look down and run your fingers through his hair. “Fuck Ash.” You whimper.

His hand comes off your waist and he pulls at the string holding your dress straps up. “Take it off.” He groans from beneath you, quickly setting back to work. You claw at the fabric of your dress, anything to get it off like requested. But you’re not fast enough, Ash pulls his mouth away and smacks your ass. “C’mon babe, jus’ wanna see you.” He demands. You finally pull it over your head. “Thatta girl.” He smirks, going right back to work, his tongue flicks expertly over your clit.

Soon you’re hunched over, one hand gripping his hair, the other holding onto the couch for dear life. Ash is amused. You can tell by the light in his eyes as you look down at him. “Oh my god.” You squeal as two of his long fingers push into you, he slowly drags them out, knowing he’s teasing you. He repeats it a couple times, kissing your thighs while doing it.

Ash pulls off and pulls his fingers out of you and he grins as you whimper, “C’mon, we should take this to the bedroom.”

“Ash.” You whine.

“I know it felt good babe, I could see your face.” He grins. He picks up your clothes and grabs your hand, he tosses your clothes toward a chair in his room and he pulls you in for a kiss, unhooking your bra in the process. His hands immediately start working on your tits, squeezing, massaging. “You're tight, ya know? You don’t really even know what your working with yet, but I guarantee you will want lube.” He whispers, lips moving along your neck.

“So what are we working with?” You pull away slightly as your hands find the button on his pants. He drops his hands from your body, and you change your mind a little. You lean in and start kissing on his neck, undoing his shirt. You push it off his shoulders. Ash pulls you off his neck and hungrily kisses you, your fingers dig in slightly as they go from his shoulders, down his chest, to his pants. He’s still got you locked in the kiss as you push his pants down.

You gently tug at the waistband of his underwear and he pulls out of the kiss. His grin is cocky, “why don’t you take a peak babe.” At first you just stick a hand down his underwear and grip his cock, but after realizing the size, you knew you needed to see.

“My god.” Your eyes go wide as you push his pants to his knees. “I’ve heard the rumors but… fuck.”

“Think you could suck it?” He asks, quirking his eyebrow at you.

“Mmm” you let out a little moan and drop to your knees. Ash wraps your hair around his hand and he just enjoys the feel of your hot mouth wrapped around his hard cock.

“That’s it babe, get it nice and slobbery.” He encourages. You do your best but his size is intimidating and you realize you miss Cal, and his noises and his cock that’s the perfect size for you. Ash pulls your hair and pulls you off his cock, “why don’t you get that cute ass on the bed babe.”

“How do you want me?” You ask.

“Let’s take it easy-ish at first, on your back for me.” Ash comes back with lube, as you’ve made yourself comfortable on his bed, he carefully drips some over you. And then uses his hand to spread it. He drips a little more over you, and uses two fingers to work it into you. Ash is so fluid, you barely notice him moving to hover above you, using his tip to tease you. “You ready babe?” He asks. You nod and do your best to spread yourself further for him. He leans in and kisses you as he pushes in. You bite his lip as you let out a whimper. “You ok babe?” He asks, stopping.

Your face is scrunched and your fingers are digging in so hard to his skin. “Mmhmm.” You nod. “Lotta stretch, jus needa minute.” you confirm.

“Yeah babe, just let me know.” He starts pressing light kisses on your face and nose. Once your face relaxes, he presses his lips to yours. You clench around him and he moans a little in your mouth.

“Move.” You encourage, muffled by his mouth. It starts shallow, he’s barely moving his hips, and then he gets deeper, and even when you think he’s as deep as he could be, he goes deeper. “Oh fucking hell, Ash.” You moan out for him.

“That’s it babe.” Ash grunts, “fuck, hold on.” he kisses you and then pushes up and away, he ends up on his knees and he pulls your thighs over his, and he starts again. “Shit babe, yes… you’re so good.”

“Fuck me Ash.” You whine.

He lets out a dark chuckle, “not trying to destroy you yet sweetheart.” His fingers grip hard at your hips, and he picks up the pace. Ash watches your back arch off the bed, “fuck babe you are so sexy.” He watches as you use your own hands to massage your tits and pull your nipples. There just seems to be a lot of incoherent babbling from you, and Ash loves it. He loves all of it, the tight fit, the way you don’t seem to care about anything other than him and you and how good the both of you feel.

“I’m close Ash.” You warn.

He grabs one of your legs and holds it at his elbow, spreading you wider for him as he moves back forward, over you. You gasp, and his forehead rests against your chest as he watches your hips work against each other. You grip his hair and his arm, and he moves to leave open mouth kisses over your tits. “Cum for me.” He whispers, lips finding yours.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You groan into his mouth. You turn your head and your teeth sink into his forearm by your head. Ash’s lips and teeth work on your neck, leaving his mark.

He uses longer, slower strokes as he feels you clenching around him. “Fuck that’s it pretty girl. Cum for me.” His teeth sink into your collarbone as he cums, coating your insides. He collapses on you and you smooth his hair. You can feel him trying hard to regulate his breathing. He moves the slightest to pull out, and then rests himself back on top of you, head next to yours now. You turn to face him and kiss him hard, fingers tangling in his hair. He slows the kiss down, and then kisses your nose. “Happy girl, full of cum?” He asks.

You’re not sure how to respond, you and Cal love it, but you aren’t sure if Ash is into it. “Satisfied for sure.” You admit.

He presses his lips to yours and then sits up, holding your legs open for him. “Fuck… you’re dripping my cum.” He mentions. “It’s so fucking hot sweetheart.”

“Hmmm… I like the way it feels.” You nod.

“Damn.” He groans. “I’ll get you cleaned. We can have another drink, hang out, rest up… round two is most definitely in your future.” He climbs off the bed and the comes back with a wet cloth, he’s careful, he knows you must be both sore and sensitive. He disappears with the dirty cloth and then reappears, he separates his underwear from his jeans and pulls them on. He picks up the button down you’d discarded on the floor for him, he looks over at you. “You ok?” He asks.

You nod and move to sit up. “Ash, I was not expecting your cock.” You laugh lightly.

He grins, “you weren’t expecting to get it?” He asks, holding the shirt out for you, a smirk on his face.

“No, I knew I was getting dick tonight, just wasn’t ready for the size, or weight or… god you’re thick too.” You slip the shirt on and button it up.

Ash grabs your hips and presses his lips to yours. “Let’s get a drink.” He whispers, his fingers work to undo the top two buttons you’d done up. He presses his lips to your forehead and pulls you back out to the living room to get a drink.

You sit on the couch and watch as he mixes two new drinks. He sits next you and pulls one of your legs across his lap. His fingers linger over a couple marks that Calum had left on you the last time you were together, they were faded but you knew Ashton was touching you like this for a reason. He flattens his hand on your thigh and rubs from the inside of your knee all the way up to just under the hem of his shirt. You close your eyes and enjoy the feel of his hands on you, but also missing the way Cal touched you.

“Can I ask who these are from?” He asks.

“You can… doesn’t mean I’ll tell you.” You smirk. Ashton eyes you, he wants to know, but he also knows he doesn’t have a right to ask. “It’s just someone I sleep with. It’s been a few weeks though.”

“So you haven’t been with anyone since we set this up?” He asks.

“Exactly. Just been thinking about you.” You admit.

Ash finishes his drink, you continue to nurse yours, and his large hands start to explore your body, while you carry on quiet conversation. Once your glass is empty he takes it from you and sets it on the table in front of you, he grabs your hips and pulls you on his lap.

“You look good in my shirt.” He whispers, kissing you, “and you taste like whiskey.”

“And I want your cock again.” You admit.

“Mmm… not yet babe, you still look a little tired.” His lips caress your jaw, to your ear.

“Ash!” It comes out full whine as your hands land on his chest. “Please! You’ve been touching me all over for like an hour.”

“Mmm mmm, not yet sweetheart… though I can feel you’re all wet.” It’s quiet, because his lips are on yours, and it feels so intimate. And your mind wanders to Cal, as it always seems to do when idle anymore.

“What if I just… sit on your cock until it’s time to go again?”

“If that’s what you want.” He smirks. He pinches your ass and you push yourself up, so he can pull his underwear down enough. He’s hard, and you knew when you asked. You line him up and start to sink down on him. His lips are all over your neck and chest as his fingers undo the rest of the shirt. His hands go to your hips, and he helps you work himself into you.

You sigh against his neck once he’s all the way in. “So full Ash, so good.”

“I was gonna bend you over the bed, but I think having you ride my cock on the couch will be better for me.” He whispers.

You pull your face out of his neck and let out a moan, “I’d love either.” You say honestly. Ash leans in and kisses you, hands moving up to your tits, as he massages and squeezes, pulling your nipples, you start to roll your hips against his. You keep it up and let your head drop back.

“Yeah, babe… that good?” He asks.

Your head comes back forward, “Mmhmm, gimme a minute, I’ll make it good for you too.” You promise.

“Take your time and enjoy yourself… I have every intention of taking you back to the bedroom and destroying you bent over my bed, babe.” He grins up at you, “that turn you on, you little slut?” His hand smacks your ass, “I can feel how wet you got.”

“Fuck Ash, ok… take me, fuck me.” You whimper.

He grins, “that what you want?”

“Yes, please?” You start to bounce on his cock.

“Mmm k. Hope you’re ready for this.” He grabs your hips and stills you, easily lifting you both from the couch. You wrap your legs around his waist as he walks you to his room. He tosses you on the bed, “lose the shirt.” You quickly shrug it off, watching him. He slicks his cock in lube and grabs your ankle with the other hand, pulling you closer to him. He grabs your hips and pulls you so your feet hit the floor and he turns you around and shoves your face down to the bed. There’s two sharp smacks to your ass before he slips himself in.

You barely get time to adjust before he starts pounding into you. “Holy fuck.” You whimper as his hips push against your ass. One of his hands presses into your lower back while the other holds tight to your hip. “Ash, fuck.” You moan.

He lets go of your hip and smacks your ass. “This what you wanted slut?” He asks.

“Yes, yes yes yes yes… fuck… oh.. oh… fuck. Ash.” You whimper for him.

Ashton takes his hand off your lower back and leans over your, intertwining your fingers together, his hips slow down slightly. “Fuck you’re so good.” He praises, his lips press into the back of your neck. “Want you to cum for me again.”

“Yeah. Ash… spank me again. I’m close.” You moan.

“Mmm k.” He agrees, pushing his lips to your skin one more time, before letting go of your hand and pushing up.

After the first spank, you push up on your toes. You squeak after the particularly hard second one and then you moan out after the third, “that’s it Ash, I’m cumming!”

“I feel you babe.” His hands grip tighter to your hips. “Fuck… squeeze it… what a good girl.” He praises. A couple more hard snaps of his hips and he’s cumming in you again. He pulls out, “stay still babe.” He whispers, “I’ll get you cleaned.” He comes back and gently cleans you, his lips press along your spine while he does so. “C’mere babe.” He beckons, he tosses the rag somewhere and holds his arms out for you. “Just wanted used huh?” He whispers against your ear. He holds you tight against him, one arm secure around your waist, the other holding the back of your neck gently.

“Mmhmm.” You nod against his neck.

“If I’d had known you could take it, I woulda done more. Just wasn’t sure.” He explains, pulling away slightly to look at you. His lips press to your forehead. “C’mon, let’s shower.”

You wake up alone, Ashton isn’t even in the house, you discover. He left a note that he’d gone for a run and you should help yourself to coffee and food, he’ll take you home when he gets back.

It wasn’t the first comparison that you’d had between Cal and Ash but it was maybe the last you needed. Calum never left you alone. If he needs you to get up and get the day moving, it always involves coffee and kisses, or at least an explanation.

You’re in Ash’s room gathering your clothes when he gets back. “Hey did you get my note?” He asks.

“Yeah, I was just gonna get dressed so I was ready when you got back, you must be busy today.” You explain.

“Here, let me just grab you a pair of shorts.” His lips briefly brush your cheek as he hands you the shorts. You fold up your clothes and slip on his shorts, and he takes you home. You take a quick shower and crawl into bed, you didn’t get a lot of sleep at Ash’s.

You check your phone, Cal had sent you a picture of him and Duke hanging out in his backyard.

-miss you guys. You text back before rolling over to take a nap.

cigarette || corona || rolling papers || black on black|| stuck || navy button down || a hotter touch || pancakes || the second thing || ours || losing you || little toes || holy water || date night || me, you and little hood || five years later

masterlist || ashton || calum || luke || michael

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[artificialqueens]

Something Borrowed 6/? (Witney) - Miss Bianca & jazz

Summary: This was going to be Courtney’s first visit to her childhood home in five years, and she’d made a lot of plans. Obviously, none of them had included falling into a whirlwind, summer love affair with her father’s 28-year-old fiancée, three months before the planned wedding. But sometimes, things just happened.

Miss Bianca’s A/N: And we’re finally back. I missed jazz and our girls so much, y’all have no idea (or maybe you do, idk). Just a brief reminder that this playlist made by @alaskasthrone exists, because we recently discovered that it’s been expanded since we last listened to it, and all the songs are still perfect. And, of course, you can always find us at @willamdelrio and @artificial-jazz , and this fic will be posted on ao3 as well.

jazz’s A/N: SO SO sorry for the delay with this chapter – real life got in the way a bit :((( Believe me, Miss Bianca & I missed writing this fic as much as you all missed reading it. Catch up on Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, & Chapter 5 here, my loves! Enjoy <3

Willam’s expression hardened the moment Dave’s voice boomed through the house, and Courtney felt her heart sink into her stomach. They were standing at the top of the stairs, holding hands, and Willam was wearing a full face of makeup and a tight skirt for the first time in what felt like forever. Impulsively, Courtney went up on her tiptoes, pressing a quick kiss to Willam’s cheekbone.

When Dave stepped into view, Willam dropped Courtney’s hand instantly, and Courtney watched helplessly as Willam descended the stairs.

Swallowing hard, she stepped backwards into the hallway, and then turned around, retreating into her room. She could greet her father later, she figured. Closing the door, Courtney sat cross legged on her bed, and waited for Willam’s inevitable knock or intrusion.

It never came. The sky went dark outside her window, and when Courtney finally emerged from the room to find something to eat, the house was quiet again.

She imagined that maybe, Willam would be curled up in the living room, or waiting spread out on the floor of the foyer, or perched on the counter sporting nothing but panties and a seductive smile. But there was no sign of the other woman anywhere, and by the time Courtney reached the kitchen, she’d realized that the house was empty but for her and the trail of lights she’d left on behind her.

She ate cold vegan pizza from the fridge as quickly as she could, hating how big and lonely the kitchen felt without Willam propped against the bar, watching her with a hip cocked.

The whole house felt lonely without Willam, Courtney realized. She wrapped her arms around herself as she stood on the fluffy rug in the foyer, her toes digging into the soft fabric, and stared up at the balcony of the second floor landing. She couldn’t help but picture Willam there, in yellow-gold lingerie and matching heels, her elbows resting on the railing, fingers curled to beckon Courtney upstairs and a mischievous smirk daring Courtney to fuck her right there, make her moans bounce off the high ceiling.

The steps felt endless and tiring, and by the time Courtney had collapsed onto her bed once more, her limbs were as heavy as the weight in her chest. She checked her phone impulsively every few moments, hoping that maybe Willam had texted.

As she lay on her back, she found herself wishing desperately that they could rewind to this morning, with Willam pressed against her, breathing softly against her bare chest and slowly tracing her name on her hip.

Courtney waited until past midnight for Willam to come to her room like she’d said she would, digging the other woman’s fur coat out of her closet for some sort of company. Eventually, Courtney found herself curled up on her side, trying her hardest not to cry and wondering why all the color seemed to have been sucked out of the world.

She fell asleep accidentally with the lights still on, the coat pulled over her like a blanket, wrapping her up in the fading scent of Willam’s perfume.

—–

“Courtney?”

Burying her face in the covers, Courtney squeezed her eyes shut tightly. She’d hardly slept last night, and she needed a few more minutes.

“Courtney.”

The mattress shifted under her, and then there was brightness behind her eyelids as the coat that had been pulled up over her head was abruptly tugged away from her face.

“Wake up, princess.”

At that, Courtney’s eyes flew open as she suddenly processed who the voice belonged to.

Willam was sitting next to her, in a t-shirt stolen from Courtney’s closet. The sunlight from the window was making her eyes sparkle, and she was smiling down at Courtney, bright and warm, and Courtney thought she might burst.

Pushing the coat the rest of the way off her, Courtney sat up as fast as she could, practically throwing herself into Willam’s lap and wrapping her arms and legs around her tightly. After a few seconds, Willam hugged her back, and Courtney felt her laughter more than she heard it, utterly caught up in the softness of Willam’s body pressed close against hers again.

“Good morning,” Willam chuckled, and Courtney smiled into her neck.

“Morning,” she replied, her voice muffled. “You didn’t come last night.”

“I couldn’t, babe,” Willam said, rubbing her back. “Looks like you cuddled with my coat instead.”

“Shut up,” Courtney mumbled, stifling a laugh. “I missed you.”

“It hasn’t even been a day, Court,” Willam said, and Courtney could practically hear her rolling her eyes. “Getting all clingy with me, as if I was the one away for a week.”

“Don’t pretend you didn’t miss me too, you asshole.”

Willam ran her fingers through Courtney’s hair, and tugged at it gently, making Courtney lift her head. She was still smiling, a slightly lopsided grin, and Courtney was struck with the overwhelming urge to hug her again, even though she’d never stopped in the first place.

“I did,” she admitted. “But you gotta let go of me, though.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m not gonna kiss you till you brush your teeth,” Willam said. “And you’re super cute right now, and I don’t wanna wait.”

“Well, you can wait another minute,” Courtney said decidedly, tucking her face back into Willam’s neck.

“Bossy,” Willam commented under her breath, and Courtney swatted her back. “Hey!”

With her qualms from the night before almost completely forgotten now, Courtney squelched the small voice in the back of her head reminding her why things couldn’t be this easy forever. In a few minutes she’d brush her teeth, then kiss Willam on the lips and everywhere else for a little while, or maybe for a few hours, and she couldn’t bring herself to care about much else.  

It was this same giddiness – the warmth that Courtney felt at Willam carving out a special moment in time for her that morning – that carried Courtney through the rest of her day. Nothing, Courtney determined, could take that away from her.

She was Willam’s best-kept secret, her favorite thing – Courtney could feel it in the intensity of Willam’s passing glances, in the way a small smile seemed to permanently hide in the corners of her mouth whenever Courtney was nearby.

She’d ride that high for as long as she possibly could.

Courtney even learned to love the game. She found herself staying up late and listening for footsteps outside her bedroom door, when it was quiet and dark aside from the moonlight casting shadows onto the wall, waiting with bated breath for Willam to slip in undetected.

They’d run “errands” for Dave in the afternoons, drive to the laundromat to pick up his dry-cleaning and fuck in the parking lot, Courtney’s sundress bunched at her waist.

Or maybe, if Willam wasn’t wearing a bra, Courtney would tug down the top of her dress until her chest was exposed, and fuck Willam hard, pressing her upright against the door in the backseat of the Jeep so anyone could see them, watching her breasts jiggle in time with her gorgeous little moans.

The scandal of it all seemed to make the whole affair sexier – Courtney soaked her panties through at the thought of getting caught, and noticed how much more desperately Willam bucked into her touch when she thought someone might be watching.

None of it seemed real, when Courtney took a moment to distance herself from the situation. They were two girls living out a movie plot, downsized to a screen that could be shut off as the credits rolled after a cheesy ending and a ride off into the sunset that solved all of their problems.

There were little things that poked holes in Courtney’s fantasy, though – things like Willam’s huge, ugly engagement ring slipped back on after she washed any evidence of Courtney from her fingers, like the way Willam disappeared into the master bedroom when Dave got home. Like the distant sound of Dave’s yelling later on, and the total lack of reply that made Courtney’s stomach turn.

Sometimes, Courtney secretly worried that maybe it wasn’t that kind of movie after all.

Even still, around the house, she graciously accepted the subtlest of touches: the brush of Willam’s fingertips against her side as they shuffled around the kitchen after dinner, or how she’d squeeze Courtney’s hand when she was sure no one was watching, a motion so quick that Courtney would’ve thought she imagined it if it weren’t for her racing pulse.

The alternative to it all was to acknowledge the fragility of their arrangement, its potential expiration date looming large on the horizon – and that wasn’t an option. Not for Courtney, at least. No, she’d keep things as they were for as long as possible, ignoring the wedding planning tabs constantly open on Willam’s laptop, thank you very much.

So, when Willam approached her in the hallway upstairs later that week, mumbling an incoherent request into Courtney’s ear while a hand on the small of her back guided her into her bedroom, the butterflies in Courtney’s stomach had her complying obediently.  

As soon as the door was shut and locked behind them, Willam’s mouth was on Courtney’s, biting and insistent, her hands gripping Courtney’s hips tightly to keep her steady. Courtney looped her arms around Willam’s neck, letting the other woman walk her backwards until her weak knees hit the foot of her bed and she sat down on the edge, breaking the kiss involuntarily.

She panted softly, trying to catch her breath. Her own cheeks were flushed, she could feel it, and her lower lip stung deliciously from where Willam had bitten down and tugged with her teeth.

“Baby,” Willam sighed.

Something tugged in Courtney’s chest at the pet name, and she looked up at Willam reflexively. Her breath caught at the intensity in Willam’s gaze, the raw hunger and the hint of something else, hidden in the affectionate tilt of her lips.

“Yeah?” Courtney managed to say, squeezing her thighs together.

“Baby,” Willam repeated, and Courtney swallowed the whimper rising in her throat. “Fuck, I want you. So bad.”

Willam bent at the hip to press a kiss to Courtney’s lips, slow and languid, her hand cupping Courtney’s cheek as she stole what little air was left in Courtney’s lungs and left her lightheaded.

Rendered completely speechless, Courtney gave a small nod in acknowledgment, ran her hands up the backs of Willam’s legs, letting her touch speak for itself. Willam pushed gently at her shoulders, and Courtney moved backwards onto the bed, watching Willam pull her skirt up around her hips and crawl forwards to straddle one of Courtney’s thighs.

Courtney wanted to say something, tell her how glad she was to see her, how insanely gorgeous she looked on Courtney’s lap, but Willam was kissing her again before she could get the words out.

Once she could get her brain to focus on anything other than Willam’s mouth on hers, Courtney scratched lightly up Willam’s abdomen, pushing her shirt up and running her fingertips all over the exposed skin. Willam hardly gave her a moment to breathe before kissing her again, and again, as if Courtney was addictive, a drug that she couldn’t get enough of.

When Willam finally broke the kiss and propped herself up with her hands on Courtney’s shoulders, both of them were breathing heavily, and Courtney could feel the heat and dampness of Willam’s panties against her thigh.

Willam’s eyes were almost wild, her lips pouty, and she dragged her nails slowly across Courtney’s chest, gaze following the movement of her hand. When she popped the top few buttons of Courtney’s shirt, scratching over the top of her bare breast, Courtney couldn’t help but whimper softly, needing more contact. As if triggered by the noise, Willam started to rock her hips against Courtney’s thigh, groaning low in her throat at the friction.  

Courtney settled her hands on Willam’s ass, encouraging her movements, and the Willam started to grind down faster, nails still digging into Courtney’s skin.

“God, look at you,” Courtney murmured, staring up at her. “I wish I had time to kiss you everywhere, make you feel as gorgeous as you are.”

Willam let out another moan at the praise, louder and needier than the first. Courtney let out a strangled breath, the sound of Willam’s voice sending a bolt of arousal straight to her core. She sunk her fingers into Willam’s ass, squirming and lifting her hips from the bed in an attempt to get some friction where she needed it most.

Clearly taking notice of Courtney’s desperation, Willam tossed her head back and moaned again. Her eyes narrowed almost playfully as she continued to grind on Courtney’s thigh without making any effort to return the favor.

“Do you think he can hear me?” Willam panted, letting out another groan, back arching. “Fuck, I almost wish he would. Then he’d know I fucking fake it with him.”

Courtney whined softly, flexing her thigh and pulling Willam’s hips down more roughly. Willam was only confirming what she already knew, but the wild recklessness in her words combined with the way she was using Courtney’s body to get herself off was enough to make Courtney want to cry out, beg to be touched.

“You know that, right?” Willam said breathlessly, her hand kneading at Courtney’s breast now. “You’re the one who makes me moan and scream, Court. It’s just – ooh, fuck – just you.”

“Good,” Courtney exhaled, reaching up to tug at Willam’s shirt, pulling her back down enough to kiss her. “I want you all to myself,” she added against Willam’s lips before wrapping her arms around her and sliding her hands down to rest on Willam’s ass again.

“You have me, baby,” Willam gasped, her head dropping to rest on Courtney’s shoulder as she moaned again, this time high pitched and through her teeth.

The sound was sharp, cutting, and for a moment, Courtney was positive that it must’ve been audible in the hallway and throughout the entire house. But there was no knock on the door, no footsteps in the hall, and Courtney wanted to hear that noise again more than anything.

Willam panted hot breaths on Courtney’s upper chest as she drove herself higher and higher, and then her teeth closed around flesh, biting down on the taut skin just below Courtney’s collarbone, and Courtney cried out, channel clenching around nothing as she moaned brokenly.

She almost didn’t hear it, the first time the car horn blared from outside. Her thigh was practically slick now, and Willam was moaning in her ear, but when the horn beeped again, three times in succession, everything came to a grinding halt.

“Oh, shit,” Willam hissed, her eyes wide and frantic. “Goddamnit, I fucking – Court, I forgot.”

“What?” Courtney demanded, as Willam scrambled off of her, swaying from side to side for a moment before stumbling towards Courtney’s closet. “What did you forget?”

Willam smacked her forehead with her palm, rubbing the heel of her hand against the space between her eyebrows as if she was trying to clear her thoughts. She wrenched open Courtney’s closet, rifling through the section that was now solely devoted to her own clothing.

“Willam!” Courtney exclaimed.

“It’s fucking – it’s date night,” Willam said finally, and Courtney could see how shaky she was. “He’s waiting for me in the car, I’m already late, I’m not ready -”

“Calm down, Bill,” Courtney said, sitting up. “It’s fine, he’ll understand.”

“You know he won’t,” Willam said, looking back over her shoulder at Courtney. “Cut the crap.”

She hastily took off her tank top and pushed her skirt down past her hips, stepping out of it quickly and grabbing a dress from the closet. It was tiny and shimmery, iridescent shades of teal and green and purple, and Courtney could practically feel how thin and slippery it was as Willam slid it over her head. With the way it loosely draped over her figure and hugged her hips, the way it rode up her thighs the second she started to move, Courtney’s hands were already itching to touch.

“You can’t just put that on and leave,” Courtney complained, watching the hem slide higher up her thighs as Willam reached up to tousle her hair into a shape that seemed intentionally debauched, rather than accidentally so.

“I gotta,” Willam said, looking over to meet Courtney’s gaze. “I’m sorry, kitten. I’ll be back soon, promise.”

With that, she spun around, and disappeared into the hallway before Courtney could protest any more. Courtney stared at the mess Willam had left in her wake in stunned silence, articles of clothing and discarded hangers littering the floor, and flopped back down on the bed with a huff of frustration.

Willam could be gone for hours, Courtney figured. She honestly didn’t know if she could bear it.

She could feel the heat pooling between her own legs, and her thigh was still slick from Willam’s wetness, and she wanted to punch something or someone out of sheer sexual frustration.

With her chest rising and falling heavily, the top of her shirt still open to expose her breasts, Courtney glared at the ceiling. She’d liked it much better when Willam was on top of her.

Now, she was just worked up, and more than a little bit annoyed to boot. In hindsight, Courtney realized, she probably should’ve grabbed Willam’s hips and pulled her up to straddle her face instead, so at least one of them could’ve gotten off before Dave had so rudely interrupted.

Selfishly, a part of Courtney hoped that Willam was just as wrecked as she was. From the wild-eyed look on the other woman’s face as she’d changed and stumbled around the room, Courtney was pretty sure that was the case.

She pictured Willam, legs squeezed together underneath the dinner table, squirming in her seat as she ordered an expensive cocktail on the rocks with too sharp a tone – or trying her hardest to maintain conversation and feign interest in Dave’s dull anecdotes, still in the pair of soaked through panties that Courtney knew she hadn’t changed, her nails digging harshly into her own thighs.

The image made Courtney feel slightly better, almost – but didn’t do much in the way of distracting her from the ache in her core. Briefly, she considered taking care of herself, but gave up the thought after a moment, realizing that it wouldn’t be satisfying after having Willam so close so recently.

“Fuck, I want you. So bad.” Willam’s words echoed in Courtney’s ears, and she took a shaky breath, crossing her legs at the ankles. Baby, Willam had called her. Over and over, making Courtney melt into the bed, soft and malleable and adoring under her. “You have me, baby.”

“Fuck,” Courtney whispered out loud. She grabbed a fistful of her comforter, wished desperately that it was Willam’s hair instead.

After a moment, she loosened her grip. Willam liked when she tugged on it gently, just enough to direct her but not enough to hurt. Willam liked everything better gentle, liked to feel pretty and soft and cared for.

Courtney doubted Dave knew that. Or cared enough to find out.

Men were pigs, she reasoned. And men like her father most of all, the ones who used money and power to manipulate women and then treated them like dirt for letting themselves be taken advantage of.

The combination of arousal and righteous indignation felt like an adrenaline rush, prompting a desire in Courtney to spring up and do something rash, like rush outside and cuss out the first wealthy-looking man she ran into, or video call Willam and make her wish she’d bailed on date night altogether. Clenching her hands into fists, she closed her eyes, and waited for the feeling to pass.

Except it didn’t.

While she possessed just enough self-control not to call up Willam, Courtney did still want to send her a quick text, something to remind her of what she was currently missing out on. After all, Courtney was suffering. It was only fair to let Willam know.

As soon as she had her phone in her hands, one text asking Willam to come back soon turned into three, then six, telling Willam without sparing any details what she wished she’d done to her in the short time they’d been alone together.

It was like shouting into the void. Each message was opened and ignored, until Courtney was gripping her phone tightly enough that she thought she might crack the screen.

Willam had some nerve, ignoring her like this. Courtney was aware that she probably seemed beyond needy and possibly annoying, but at this point, she couldn’t find it in herself to care. She wanted Willam’s attention, and she didn’t feel like waiting.

Making a split-second decision, she popped open the rest of the buttons on her shirt, and shimmied her shorts down her legs, leaving her in her panties with her chest bare. She crossed one arm over her stomach to push her breasts together, showing off the small amount of cleavage she had, and fumbled for her phone. The adrenaline was still coursing through her system, and she could practically feel her pulse under the fingers laid across her ribs as she found the perfect angle and snapped a few pictures.

Courtney chose the most flattering of the bunch and sent it quickly off to Willam without a moment of hesitation, refusing to give herself the chance to overthink it.

She only had to wait a few moments until the read receipt appeared, and only a few seconds after that before Willam finally decided to reply, spamming her with messages.  

The string of curses and exclamation points, along with a desperate inquiry as to what the fuck Courtney thought she was playing at, made satisfaction curl comfortably in Courtney’s stomach. She smirked at her phone screen and wiggled a little, feeling a bit like a cat who’d finally managed to get her owner’s attention. Or, rather, a kitten.

And Courtney was in the mood to play.

For good measure, she shrugged the shirt off her shoulders and took another few shots, free hand toying with her own nipple until it was stiff and sensitive under her fingers.

She figured that would be enough material to keep Willam’s mind on her and her alone until the date was over. And after that, if Courtney played her cards right and sent a few more choice messages later on, she was positive Willam would find a way to get her alone again once she arrived back home.

The next hour and a half crawled by slowly, and Courtney remained on her bed, lounging, occasionally texting Willam, almost painfully on edge. The moment she heard the car pulling into the driveway, she was on her feet, pulling her shorts back on and buttoning up her shirt just enough to cover herself, not bothering with decency.

She hurried down the stairs, and positioned herself against the open archway that led to the kitchen, pretending to scroll through her phone casually as she eyed the front door.

Dave was the first to step inside, not bothering to hold the door open for his fiancée. When Willam entered behind him, catching the door just before it slammed shut, Courtney’s eyes were glued to her immediately.

Willam had matched the tiny dress with a pair of thigh-high black boots, spiked heels and her toes peeking out at the front. Courtney barely even heard her father’s half-hearted greeting, too busy staring at the exposed skin between the hemline of the dress and the place where the boots ended, Willam’s flexed thighs practically daring Courtney to sink her fingers into them.

When she managed to tear her gaze away, Willam was looking right back at her, her cheeks tinted a shade of pink that didn’t match her blush and her pupils very obviously dilated.

It took every ounce of restraint Courtney possessed not to stride forwards and grab Willam, kiss her right there in front of her father. Willam’s tongue poked out to wet her lips, and Courtney had to bite the inside of her cheek to suppress a groan.

Seeming fully and thankfully oblivious to the palpable tension in the air, Dave plodded upstairs for the night, calling Willam to join him as he reached the second floor landing.

Courtney watched Willam take a deep breath, and then the other woman was walking up to her, grasping her hand tightly and leaning in to press a brief but heated kiss to her lips.

“Wait right here,” she whispered, the intensity in her eyes taking Courtney’s breath away. “Okay?”

Courtney managed to nod, and then Willam backed away. She was already halfway up the staircase by the time Courtney recovered her composure, ears straining to listen to Willam’s impressively convincing spiel: assuring Dave that there wasn’t a need for him to wait up for her, that she’d join him in bed after a quick nightcap.

Courtney wanted to tell her that it wouldn’t be quick at all, not if she had anything to say about it.

It was only a few minutes before Willam’s heels could be heard clicking back down the stairs, and Courtney felt like a coiled spring, wound so tight she could burst.

Willam stalked towards her with purpose, her hand landing flat on Courtney’s chest, pushing her back against the rounded frame that she was leaning against. Courtney reached for her instantly, grabbing her waist and pulling her closer – not unlike how she’d wanted to that first night after their family dinner, in the kitchen.

There was a moment of silent tension, Willam’s face just inches away from hers, her skin so hot that Courtney could feel the warmth through her dress.

Courtney’s lips grazed Willam’s, and the other woman exhaled a soft breath against her mouth.

“Goddamnit, Courtney,” she whispered.

When Willam’s lips finally met hers again, Courtney found herself smiling into the kiss, her arms wrapping around Willam tightly.  

“So you liked my photos?” Courtney giggled.

In lieu of a response, Willam snaked a hand underneath the hem of Courtney’s shirt, fingers pressing into her lower back. She sucked Courtney’s bottom lip into her mouth before resting her forehead against hers, reveling in the moment.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

“You almost killed me,” Willam muttered with a low chuckle.

Just then, there was a loud thud from upstairs, and both of them froze momentarily. Courtney tried to push Willam off of her, and the other woman made an affronted noise.

“In there,” Courtney explained, nodding towards the kitchen.

“Oh.” Willam nodded, keeping one arm around Courtney and leading her into the kitchen with her thumb rubbing lightly over Courtney’s spine.

The room was relatively dim, but neither one of them made a move to flick on a light switch. Instead, Willam guided Courtney around the bar, pressing her quickly against the counter and surging forwards to kiss her again.

Courtney allowed Willam to take charge at first, content to let her get out some of her pent up sexual frustration. Sliding her hands down to cup Willam’s ass and kneading with her fingertips, Courtney considered her options.

It only took her a few seconds to decide, and then she was spinning them around, pushing Willam back against the counter instead and swallowing her responding squeak of surprise. Pulling up the bottom of Willam’s tiny dress, Courtney slipped her thigh between Willam’s, breaking the kiss for a moment just to hear her groan at the contact.

“Oh my god,” Courtney breathed, rocking her hips to grind her thigh against Willam. “How did you make it through dinner like this, babe? You’re soaked.”

Willam whimpered, and Courtney leaned in to press another kiss to her lips before rolling her hips forward again.

“Good job, love,” she murmured, meeting Willam’s eyes just in time to see them glaze over.

She traced Willam’s curves with light hands, up the smooth scales of her dress and around her breasts. Courtney let her touch linger there for a moment before dropping to her knees, smirking at Willam’s audible gasp.

She pressed her cheek to Willam’s inner thigh, glancing up to watch the faint shimmer of the dress over Willam’s heaving chest. It was a gorgeous image, Willam practically buckling at the knees as Courtney’s breath tickled her skin, and Courtney couldn’t believe how lucky she was.

Pushing up the hem of Willam’s dress, Courtney leaned up, placing a kiss at the apex of her thighs, through the damp fabric. Willam shuddered, letting out a moan.

“Oh, Willam,” Courtney sighed, laying her cheek against Willam’s thigh again. “You’re gonna have to be quiet for me, you know.”

“But, baby,” Willam started, her voice weak and raspy.

“I can’t come up there to shut you up,” Courtney said, turning her head to kiss the front of Willam’s hip softly. “Can you keep quiet, love? For me?”

Willam’s hand slid into Courtney’s hair, tugging, trying to pull her face closer.

“I’m not gonna do anything else until you say yes,” Courtney added, nuzzling against the spot she’d just kissed. “And I want to so bad, Will.”

Willam bit her lip, nodding slowly at Courtney with a pained expression on her face. Her fingers coiled more tightly into Courtney’s curls, and Courtney didn’t need any more encouragement than that.

She pulled Willam’s thong away from her wetness, maneuvered it down her legs and over the tall boots, making sure the fabric didn’t catch on the heels.

Willam’s thighs were quivering under Courtney’s hands already, and she rubbed over them as she pressed kisses across the front of Willam’s hip, following the tug on her hair to where Willam wanted her so desperately.

One hand sliding between Willam’s legs, Courtney shifted slightly, gripping the back of her knee.

“You might wanna hold onto something,” she said, feeling Willam tense at her words.

Too impatient to wait any longer, Courtney lifted Willam’s leg, draping it over her shoulder and opening Willam up to her sight. She was so wet that her inner thighs were slick when Courtney kissed her there, and Courtney felt lightheaded, the scent making her head spin.

The point of Willam’s heel dug into her back, grounding her again, and she leaned in to lick a long stripe up Willam’s folds, suppressing a smile at the strangled noise that died in Willam’s throat as she tried to keep from moaning.

Not wasting any time, Courtney tilted her chin up, focusing her attention on the sensitive bundle of nerves, unable to resist teasing it a little with her tongue to make Willam whine.

“Court, baby, please,” Willam begged, her hips jerking.

She knew Willam was hardly staying upright as it was, and she couldn’t afford to draw this out, since the kitchen had no doors and they could technically be caught at any moment.

After a few more brief moments of teasing, Courtney made quick work of opening Willam up with her tongue, driving her to silent screams, her body shuddering as she pulled and twisted Courtney’s hair.

Wetness kept pooling at her entrance, dripping almost constantly onto Courtney’s chin and lips. In a split-second decision, Courtney slipped the hand that wasn’t holding Willam’s thigh up on her shoulder between Willam’s legs. She slid two fingers inside Willam, adding a third when she met no resistance, and this time, Willam failed to suppress her raspy moan.

The slick noises sounding from Willam’s core were enough to make Courtney dizzy with arousal herself, and the fact that she was causing it doubled the effect. She was intoxicated by the feeling of Willam practically throbbing under her tongue, the way her walls fluttered and grasped around her fingers as she pumped them steadily in and out.

When Willam said her name again, voice breaking on the last syllable, Courtney sealed her lips around Willam’s clit, sucking hard as she twisted her wrist to reach the sweet spot inside.

The muffled scream was audible as Willam came, clenching tight around Courtney’s fingers, wetness dripping onto her palm. She was tugging harshly at Courtney’s hair, heel digging into her back again, all sharp edges and soft warmth inside, and Courtney wanted the moment to last forever.

When Willam sunk to the floor, satiated and spent, Courtney was there to envelop her, placing a lingering kiss to the top of her head. She pulled Willam’s legs onto her lap, carefully removing her boots for her, keeping her eyes on Willam as she slumped against the cabinetry.

“Can we just… sit?” Willam asked, her voice sleepy. “I don’t wanna go upstairs just yet.”

Courtney’s heart fluttered, and she pulled Willam into her arms, breathing in the scent of her hair. “Of course,” she replied softly.

Willam hummed, tucking her nose into Courtney’s neck. After a moment, she let out a sigh, sounding so perfectly content that Courtney felt her chest expanding, wanting to give the entire world to this woman who was crumpled halfway in her lap on the kitchen floor.

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Put a ring on it!

Sam x Plus Size Reader Word Count: 1,626 Summary: Sam and Reader have to pretend to be a married couple to steal an object. Warnings: Implied sex, mostly fluff, negative body image talk, mild cursing

“And you look like a douche, you’ll fit right in.” You heard Dean say as he slapped Sam’s back in the other room. You chuckled to yourself, “He can’t look that bad.” You yelled from the bathroom while you fixed your makeup. “Oh no, he’s right, (Y/N/N), I look like a douche.” Sam replied. You quickly walked out of the bathroom, in a short 50’s style floral halter sundress and a pair of wedge sandals, to witness Sam’s attire and immediately you heard a cat call whistle. “Yowza! Sweetheart you look great!” Dean hooted. “Doesn’t she look good, Sammy?” Sam cleared his throat, “uh yeah… she looks real nice.” “Tell me again, why do you get to play her husband on this case? “Dean asked in a jealous tone. “Because…we are closer in age, so that’s more believable.” Sam responded. “Also Sam can act like a much better douche than you can, Deano.” You added mocking Sam. “Hey, hey, that is no way to talk to your husband.” Sam sassed back.

It was an outdoor auction at this snooty country club, Sam and I had to steal an occult spell book on display for Rowena. On the way to the event, you asked Sam, “so I know, I have only been hunting with you guys for a bit, but does your brother ‘like me, like me’ or is he just being nice, ‘cause I can never get a read on him.” “Dean, like you?” Sam asked the air, “(Y/N), there is a huge difference between Dean liking you and Dean wanting to screw your brains out. He is practically a connoisseur of women. Why do you ask? Do you like him?” “Not really but, if I thought he did, I might show him a good time. Let’s be honest, you Winchesters are my type,” “Your type?” “Yeah, my type, strong, smart hunters but I don’t really think I would be his.” gesturing to your body. “Are you just fishing for a complement now? ‘Cause you know you’re beautiful. Dean wasn’t joking, you really do look good.” His words were a nice assurance but a ton of self hating talk ran through your mind, “It’s just that, I will probably be the fattest girl there, I bet all these women have personal trainers and are skin ‘n bones.” “Nobody is going to look at how big you are. That dress hits all your curves, just right.” he encouraged. “Ok thanks! I am a little out of my element here.“ pressing the side of your forehead on the window, “I think that’s why I am freakin’ out a bit.” “You’ll do fine. Now tell me, what’s your name?” Sam asked. You sat up and in a very natural pleasant tone you recited your lie, “I am (Y/N) Young, this-this is my husband Sam.“ You smiled, “Oh how did we meet, well Sam and I have been together since college.”

You pulled up to the event, “Do you think I’ll fit in?” Sam asked. You looked over his outfit, a dark blue polo; khaki shorts and pair of boat shoes with no socks and then you looked out the window and saw three men wearing almost the exact same outfit. You pointed to the gentlemen, “Yeah, I think you will fit right in.” You giggled. “Ok then.” Suddenly, he gently grabbed your wrist stopping you from leaving the Impala, “Oh! I almost forgot, will you (Y/N) (Y/L/N) marry me?” He said with a kissy face pulling two gold bands from his pocket. It was probably the first and only time you would ever hear these words and it was a joke, your heart broke for a second but you recovered fast. “Why yes, Sammy Winchester, I would love to marry you.” You replied in a southern accent quickly giving him a peck on the lips. You walked in on Sam’s arm, showed your stolen invitation, and you didn’t even look out of place, so far everything was going well. Both of you grabbed a champagne flute and started to case the place by the bar. “I think we need to get back there.” Sam suggested pointing to a back room. You causally moved towards the door, “how do you suggest we get in there? This place is crawling with people.” “Well we are married!” you said raising your eye brow. You reached up and kissed Sam hard and passionately enough to make people uncomfortable and not want to watch. He was a little surprised at first but then he caught on. He walked you backwards down the hallway while you lean up to kiss him tenderly and smiling along the way, keeping eye contact like a couple in love. There was a large group of staff near the door you needed to get in, you pushed Sam down in an arm chair that was positioned in the hallway. You giggled as he grabbed your waist pulling you onto his lap. Your legs flung over the chair’s arm as your hands worked their way into Sam’s long sun kissed brown hair. You began to grind your plump large ass in to his crotch. “Oh baby, we should probably find some where a little more private.” You cooed trying to keep up the facade. You continued to giggle as his massive hands ran up your leg and he kissed into your neck, until the wait staff finally cleared the area. You were smiling so much at Sam that your cheeks had begun to hurt; you almost forgot why you were there in the first place. “You ok?” You asked Sam moving from his lap, he nodded adjusting his underwear. You knew both of you had enjoyed that a little bit too much, “we should move!” You said sternly. You both swiftly snuck into the unlocked room, “I got this side, you get that one.” Sam suggested. You made quick work of locating the book and slipping it into your purse. You heard voices outside the room, “Sam!” You whispered pointing towards the door. You sat up on a table, untying the top half of your dress down to your waist. You pulled Sam into you by his belt, as you wrapped your legs around him, just in time for a few staff members to find you. One of them coughed, you faked being startled. “Oh dear,” covering your bra with your arms, “oh we are so, so sorry. We didn’t think anyone would find us in here.” “You can’t be in here.” One of the men informed both of you. “Yeah, we understand.” Sam apologized. He helped you with your dress and walked you out of the room. You continued to laugh as the staff watched the both of you walked towards the car. “I can’t believe that worked.” You sighed. “Thanks for just going with it.” “I have to admit that wasn’t awful.” Sam smirked at you. You both chuckled and drove off. The ride back to the motel was in almost total silence, it was awkward, you weren’t sure how to feel or what to say. Yeah, you were acting but it didn’t change the fact that now you were extremely turned on. “So how’d it go?” Dean asked. “We got it!” You replied. “Now I am ready for a shower.” You said smiling at Sam. You ran off to the bathroom to take a cold shower to calm down.

“What happened? How’d you get it?” Dean asked Sam handing him a beer. “Well… We pretended to make out and crept in and stole it.” Sam explained. “Wait. You got to make out with (Y/N)? Damn, I’m so gonna be her boyfriend next time.” Dean searched Sam’s face for his reaction, “Unless you want to make her your real girlfriend?” “My girlfriend? She isn’t really my type.” “Isn’t your type?” Dean questioned back. “Dude, she is a beautiful, smart, voluptuous,” he made hand gestures out from his chest referencing (Y/N)’s large breasts, “hunter.“ Sam chuckled at Dean, “Do you hear me? She is everybody’s type. You can’t tell me that she didn’t look good on your arm.” “Well yeah, she did look good.” “Exactly, I know you don’t really go for the plus size women but let me tell you, they feel so good.” Dean continued, “Think about it Sammy, just think about it.” as he clinked his beer to Sam’s beer.

Later that night, “Y'all wanna go get a drink?” Dean asked. “No, you should’ve asked an hour ago, I wouldn’t have put my PJs on. Besides I wouldn’t be any fun, one drink and I’d fall asleep on you.” You told him. “Agreed, I think I’m going to go to bed early too.” Sam informed the room. “You two are lame. Ok don’t wait up.” Dean said leaving the hotel room. You slid into bed ready for rest and to put this day behind you. You tried not to think about Sam’s firm body under yours. This was going to difficult, Sam joined you soon on the empty side of the bed not touching you but you could feel his warmth. This was the sleeping arrangement for the week and you didn’t think anything of it, you rolled over on your side turning away from Sam to avoid any temptation. “So I was thinking about earlier.” Sam hesitantly said, you hummed. “I really enjoyed that.” “Yeah, me too.” You agreed turning back to him flashing him a smile. “What do you say we try this out for real?” Sam asked. You sat up and bit your bottom lip, “I think that’s the best idea I’ve heard all day.” You straddled your thick thighs over Sam’s hips and bending down to press a slow deep kiss on his lips. Part two

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The Sea Inside - Act Four, Part 3

Fandom: Broadchurch, Alec Hardy

Pairing: Hardy x Grace [Clara], Ellie x Melissa

Word Count: 4306

Warnings: Mild violence, mentions of past trauma, angst

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Summary: With her visit to Hardy, Tess sets off an explosive cascade of events that will change the lives of everyone involved.

Clara stared at her phone uneasily. In the time they’d been together, Alec had never been away without explicitly telling her he wouldn’t be there when she got home.

She took off her scrubs and went into the shower.

Anxiety began to eat away at her, but she tried to drown it in the warm water.

He had never been inconsistent or secretive. They might’ve called him in to work. That’s all. He would call back soon enough with his apologies. She would forgive him and go to bed and feel silly for being insecure…

A faraway pain brought her back to the present. She had rubbed her belly raw with the loofah. She dropped it and turned off the water.

She sat down on the toilet, still dripping. He didn’t even text. Surprisingly, he had turned into an inveterate texter. He over texted his excuses when he couldn’t make something now. 

But there was no text. No quick, awkward message where he never fails to mention how much he hates voicemail.

Nothing.

She walked to the kitchen, still nude. Some of the cabinets were open, and the sink was sticky and brown with spilled tea. Alec’s. There was only one mug, though. She closed the cabinets and walked to the bedroom, sniffing the air.

It was excruciating, but it was habit. She looked at her vanity. Her high end lipsticks, which she usually lined up neatly on the table, were moved. Her Dior red was thrown in the middle of the table, still open, ruined.

Her face twitched.

She turned on the lights and looked around. The bed was still made, but that didn’t mean shit. She caressed the sheets, but her eyes searched them for stains.

It’s impossible. We did something last night. And this morning. Alec is eager, but he couldn’t possibly -

Something mint green and gauzy caught her eye. She hated green, and refused to wear it outside of scrubs. She stood stock still and let the inevitable wave of pain wash over her heart.

She closed her eyes. She wanted to scream. To cry and throw all the pointless trinkets of her new, better self against the wall.

Instead, she calmly picked it up. It was a watercolor scarf, hand painted by the looks of it. Silk. Her nose flared.

And it smelled exactly like Tess.

She fell to sitting, bunching the scarf in her trembling fists.

After everything, Alec allowed that woman in their home. In their bedroom. The insecurity she felt while in Tess’s home flooded back. She had asked whether she missed him. She understood why a woman like that would lie, but not him.

Had the party had knocked something loose in him that he thought he’d buried years ago?

Did he prefer Tess’s casual coldness to her silences? Had she frightened him away with the allusion to a family of their own?

She screamed each question louder and louder in her head, until she was a rocking, crying mess on the floor.

Tess’s smug face blinked more and more clearly in her mind’s eye. Even after all this time and suffering, he still loved Tess best. She had been just a placeholder, someone to warm his bed during his despair.

I keep telling you, little bird…

Frank’s voice cut through her anger cleanly. She went into a cold sweat.

Trust no man. None except me.

“Nooooo,” she said out out, putting her hands over her ears fruitlessly.

I hurt you, but that’s because I love you. And love hurts, little bird. It hurts like the dickens.

She stood up and started to recite the same nursery rhythms that her case worker had taught her so many years ago to calm herself when she felt she was going to have an anxiety attack.

Mary mary quite contrary how does your-

They hurt you, little bird

-how does your garden grow/with silver bells and cockle shells -

But you can hurt them right back. Just like Daddy taught you…

She forced her breathing to slow. The pain was settling in, something she had been able to block out when Alec had her well in hand…but he was gone.

He was not here. He was with her.

Her tendons sang with tension. There was once a time when she would not have gone running when someone hurt her or tried to hurt someone she loved. Daddy hadn’t only taught her to fuck. He’d taught her to fight.

She dressed slowly, putting on the white sundress that Alec loved so much. She raked her fingers through her damp hair, then dabbed some of the ruined red lipstick on her trembling lips.

She grabbed the bat she hid behind her door in case of intruders. The metal was cool and heavy in her hands, comforting. She caught sight of her reflection in her vanity.

Her eyes were huge and dark, her face red with a fever she had not allowed herself to feel for years. Rage started to bubble up through the cracks in her that not even Alec had been able to heal.

“Alec,” she said softly. His name was a benediction to her. Her eyes settled on his clothes, well worn and monotone, in her closet. The new shoes she had gotten him that he refused to wear because they were ‘far too chi chi’. His ties, draped on the chair by the door by her bras. Her face twisted with agony.

It was all just a dream. None of it had ever been real. Only the pain was real.  Her palm creaked against the bat’s rubber grip. She looked at a framed photograph of her and Alec that he had given her for Christmas. She was so happy. Already, she couldn’t remember the feeling.

She swung the bat in perfect form - she’d loved baseball as a kid - and the glass shattered. The frame bounced on the wall, leaving an ugly dent. She walked to where it landed and hit it again, and again, and again until the silver dented and the photo was completely destroyed. Tears streamed down her face, blinding her. She swung freely, hitting the lamp on the bedside table. It crashed and went dark. She walked to the framed art prints on her wall. De la Tour’s Magdalene shattered to nothing. The Vermeer girl that Alec complained followed him with her eyes. Botero’s version of Mona Lisa, which had made her giggle the first time she saw it. She broke them all, then the other lamp. She walked into her closet and took handfuls of clothes and threw them in the tub. All the pretty things Grace loved. Especially the gray skirt with the buttons. She picked up her bottles of perfume, stalked into the bathroom, and poured every single bottle - hundreds of pounds’ worth of perfume - onto thousands of pounds’ worth of clothes. Her heart rate increased. She went into a bathroom drawer and took out out a box of matches.

Grace would burn by her own hand. It was fitting.

She lit the match and threw it on the alcohol-doused clothing, and it went up like a bomb. Her eyes watered and her lungs stung but she watched it burn until the tub was a black crater of ash. By then, the smoke detectors were going crazy. She opened the windows, but the neighbors had to smell it by now, and they would call the fire brigade.

She picked the watercolor scarf off the floor, tore it in half, and wrapped it around her bleeding knuckle. Red bloomed through the layers of pale green. She slung the bat over her shoulder and grabbed her keys, leaving her purse and phone behind. It was lies anyway.

She put the bat on the passenger’s seat. She heard sirens from afar, and drove in the other direction to the nearest fast food joint for a cup of strong coffee.

She had a long drive ahead of her.

Hardy went back inside when the cold became unbearable. He tried to be silent, but his sodden pyjamas squished with each step. He walked to the bathroom and took them off, then tried to dry himself with a couple of Ellie’s hand towels. He crept like a pale wraith to where his street clothes were folded and put them on quickly, then wrapped the blanket around himself to stop his shivering.

As maudlin as it was, a good cry had really helped to clear his mind. It was not Clara’s fault that she had been born into such evil. And even though she had chosen not to tell him the uglier bits of her past, he loved her deeply, and understood.

Or better said, he would try. Every day.

“Clara,” he said out loud. “Clara Zamora.” He saw her face behind his closed eyelids. Heard her infectious laughter. How strong was she if could still laugh like that, after all she had known?

Tess had once told him that any woman worthy of the name has secrets. At the time, he didn’t think twice about it, since his love for her was still new. Only later did he realize exactly what she meant. Mystery, even pain, was alluring to a man like him. Why else would he have insisted with her after he caught her being unfaithful? Or insisted with Ellie, after her despair with Joe?

She was right, and she had seen it on Clara. That’s why she knew exactly how to pluck it, then researched her so thoroughly.

Tess was a clever monster.

He didn’t let anger overtake his sadness. Tess didn’t have to know that she had affected him, and Clara - Grace - didn’t have to know that he found out about her past. For her, he could keep the secret, and love her until she was ready to tell him, if it ever happened.

If not, he was completely okay with it.

He watched the rain on the window backlit by the floodlights in Ellie’s neighbor’s driveway. His eyelids drooped. He shifted position, and something dug painfully into his hip. He grabbed it and it vibrated - his cell. He squinted into the screen.

There were two missed calls and one text, all from Grace.

Where are you baby? I was looking forward to your prickly kisses xx

His eyes watered. He dialed her personal phone, eager to hear her voice, but it went straight through to voicemail.

“This is Doctor Grace Lastra. If this is an emergency, please dial 999. If not, kindly hang up because I most probably won’t bother with this message.” Then, a giggle.

“Ugh, I hate these. Darling, I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you - I’m at Ellie and Mel’s house. Had a bit of a minor emergency, but everything’s alright now. I’ll be back tomorrow morning. We can go to the shops together. For the trousers, remember? I love you,” he said breathlessly just as the phone beeped in his ear.

He texted her as well.

Actually listen to the messages this time, baby. I love you.

He put the phone on the coffee table and yawned. The crying had made him sleepy. He turned on his side and hugged the pillow.

Just a few hours, he thought, then slipped into unconsciousness.

The firemen were ready to bust through the door, but they found that was was already open. They stomped into the apartment in full gear and found nothing but smoke and ruins.

“Jesus Christ. It’s like someone had a crackin’ row in ‘ere,” one of them said, lifting up the oxygen mask. Another fireman walked up behind him after checking the bathroom. He held a charred glass perfume bottle.

“It looks like he might’ve caught her cheating,” he said, eying the horribly dented frame. The couple in the photo was nearly indistinguishable. He had seen damage like this before. It had all the classic signs of a crime of passion. “There’s no one about, though. Whatever happened, whoever they were, they’re gone.”

Glass crunched underneath their heavy boots. One of them knelt and took a closer look at the off-white carpeting. “Looks like blood, mate. I think we might have to notify the police, just in case.”

The other one got on his two-way. “Could you get me the lease-holder’s name and number, please? Give them a ring. And notify the local police. This place is a wreck, and we just found blood.” He turned to the other fireman crawling over the detritus. “Alright, boys, you best feck off. We might be ruining valuable evidence.”

They grumbled and walked single file out of the apartment. One of them put his hand up.

“You hear that?” A phone rang somewhere close.

“Sounds like it’s coming from the parlor,” another said.The noise was coming from a woman’s handbag. “Over ‘ere.” He took off heavy gloves, and looked at the screen. The number was familiar.

“Fiona?”

“Aw, bollocks.” It was the dispatcher, trying to call the owner.

“Yeah, looks like she left her bag and mobile here,” he yelled over his shoulder. “Can we get a bead on the man in the photo?”

“On it, boss,” a younger one yelled. He walked outside, where a very worried man stood with his arms crossed. “You the landlord?”

“Yes. What’s the damage?”

The fireman’s eyebrows rose. “There’s some moderate damage to the bathroom, but it’s mostly soot.”

“Was it their fault?” he said.

“You should wait until the police come by and have a look. They can answer your questions far better than I can, sir,” he said. He took off his helmet and threw it in the back of the truck.

“Bloody hell, he is the police. Where is he?” he said.

“Who is?”

“The bloke who moved in with Dr. Lastra - been there about… four months now. He’s a DI for the local police. Hardy, I think ‘is name is. A sour-faced fucker,” he said, shaking his head. “I don’t know what she sees in him.”

“I’ll let the captain know. Thank you for you assistance,” he said, and walked back into the building.

He ran into the captain in stairway. He was headed down, talking into his two way.

“I just spoke with the landlord. He says a DI Hardy lives there with Dr. Grace Lastra.”

“I got that from the post. Fiona just called the station. They have someone coming, but they are also calling DI Hardy. Apparently, he took off from work on the weekend. He didn’t say why, though.”

“A doctor and and DI,” the younger fireman said, shaking his head. “It doesn’t seem…right.”

The captain hoisted off his oxygen tank and shrugged. “I’ve been in the fire brigade for 20 years, and one of the first things I learned is that fancy titles don’t mean shit to raw human nature,” he said. He took off his heavy fireproof jacket. “Either way, it’s a police problem now.”

His phone rang him awake.

He jumped up quickly - he set it so it was always loud and clear when work called.

“DI Hardy.”

“Where are you?” the dispatcher said with no preamble.

“I’m at a friend’s home, about an hour and a half away. What’s going on?” He grabbed his tie and put it on. It was all muscle memory now - he didn’t even think about it.

“And Doctor Lastra?”

“At home sleeping, presumably,” he said. He felt a chill.

The young woman sighed.

“What is it, for God’s sake? It’s-” he looked at the phone screen “-2:19 in the morning.”

“There’s been a fire. Nothing too-”

He nearly dropped the phone. “Oh fuck, is she okay?”

“-Sir! Sir!” she was yelling into the phone. He ran up the stairs and knocked on Ellie’s door insistently.

“Ellie!” he said in a tense whisper. He heard her groan. Bed springs creaked and she opened, her hair a poofy tangle.

“Jesus, Hardy, what now?” she said. Just as soon as she saw his face, the sleep flew from her eyes. “What is it?”

“There’s been a fire. At my apartment-” He put the phone to his ear again, and winced. She was still yelling, trying to get his attention.

“-I’ve been trying to say-”

“Is Grace alright? Jesus Christ, is she hurt?” he said, his voice going higher with despair.

“-that she’s not there, sir. We have DS Pravhati there now. Her bag and mobile are still at the scene, but she’s gone. ”

“What d’you mean she’s not there? I have confirmation she got home safe two hours ago.” Ellie went into her walk in to dress. Mel put on her robe, her face steely with annoyance.

“I’ll have him call you just as soon as he finishes questioning the other tenants-”

“-No. You will have him call me now. The very instant you hang up.” He put on his suit coat and combed his fingers through his hair. It was still damp from the rain.

Ellie came out, dressed in a gray suit. She ran the brush blind through her curls and tied it up.

“Where are you going, Ellie?” Mel whispered as she put on socks and shoes.

“I’m going with Hardy,” she said, going into the bathroom to brush her teeth. Tom’s door opened.

“What’s with all the damn noise, Mum?” he said.

“Watch you mouth, young man,” Ellie said through foam. She spat and rinsed and gave him a smile. “Normal police drama,” she said. He scratched at his bare chest.

“But you and Hardy don’t even work together anymore,” he said, perplexed.

“Didn’t stop me before,” she said and gave him a quick kiss. “We’re a good team. I’m off.” He rolled his eyes and went back into his bedroom.

“Miller!” he yelled from the bottom of the stairs. The front door creaked open.

Mel grabbed her elbow. “Ellie, I’ve got a bad feeling about all this. Just…let him go. Stay here with me. I sleep best with you.”

She took Mel’s hand, kissed her knuckles, then went after Alec.

He didn’t like to wait.

She drove through the sleep-silent streets, her knuckles white on the steering wheel. Soon, Tess’s white bungalow with the hydrangea bushes underneath the parlor window came into view. She let out a shuddering breath.

She had made a three hour trip in an hour and 45 minutes. The needle had gone past 120 miles an hour more than once, but miraculously, no police had been snoozing by a radar.

She didn’t cry a drop since getting in the car, but it also felt like she had not blinked. Her corneas ached, but her vision was catlike.

She brought the car to a silent stop at the mouth of the driveway.

She spent the whole drive fighting back the overlapping waves of anxiety, anger, and despair, but now that she’d arrived, she couldn’t feel him. She opened the door and sniffed the air. Her dark eyes flashed gold.

Nothing.

She looked down, and she gripped the bat firmly in the hand still wrapped in Tess’s scarf. She hissed and pulled it off. It drifted to the concrete. Her car - a shiny gray SUV with the brand new transmission she bought - sat in the driveway. The house was dark. The windows blinked blindly in the street lights.

Her grip loosened.

She was in my home. In my bedroom.

Her mouth filled with bile.

She came into our home.

Still, she hesitated. Grace - she had a nice life. And a lovely man.

But after everything, he was the one who let her in. To the bedroom where they made love just hours before. Where she dropped her tacky scarf doused in her stinking perfume.

Yet Grace could survive. She’d gone through far worse.

She took a step back. Her bare feet slapped on the concrete. She looked down, surprised. She forgot to put on shoes. There was something written into the concrete underneath her foot.

Tess + Hardywith a heart around it. Inside, as well, was the imprint of a tiny hand, and a date. Summer of ‘04.

Tears dripped from her chin to the pavement. They had once been a real family, something she’d never, ever had. Even with the bitterness, who’s to say there wasn’t still love left? Could she blame Alec if he wanted to be with the mother of his only child? Why else would he have let her in? All that talk of poison meant nothing if he kept drinking her in. Could she, of all people, blame him?

She knelt and leaned heavily against the bat. She was in agony.

Alec was the sunbeam eaking through the cracks in her dark room. He was the promise of love, and normalcy.

But now, he hurt more than years of abuses piled on abuses had ever hurt. She shivered. He’d become the torturer to give her sweet relief, just to turn the screw even tighter.

She stood, teetering. The bat’s metal sung as she dragged it beside her walking to the hydrangeas in front of the house. The flowers were deep blue.

Of course they were. Alec had lived and loved there. She caressed the blossoms, but her hand turned to a ripping claw. Blue flew over her shoulder until she had topped both bushes. She was ankle deep in dying flowers. Fury blossomed in her chest. It felt almost erotically good, since it obliterated the pain.

Tess was in her home. She came in her bedroom. Tainted her things. Took what she had marked as hers.

She raised the bat. Her lips peeled back from her teeth and she ran, silently, toward Tess’s car.

Hardy’s car was already humming when Ellie stepped in. He pulled out of the driveway with a screech.

“Easy. You’ll scare the neighbors,” Ellie said.

He changed gears, but the car didn’t respond quick enough to suit him. The gears ground hideously.

She put her hand on his. “Let me drive. I always drive.”

Without a word, he stopped and got out of the car. They changed places and she drove out of the neighborhood without a sound.

She waited until they hit the carriageway to open her mouth.

“What happened?”

He grunted. “I don’t know. Pravhati hasn’t called yet.” He checked his mobile. No one had called. He dialed the dispatcher.

“Detective Hardy?”

He didn’t mince words. “Why hasn’t Pravhati called?”

“He did not answer when I called him - he must be in the middle of an interview - but I texted him to contact you immediately.”

“I’m on my way back. Regardless, I will be taking over as soon-” His phone vibrated in his hand.”-What the hell?”

It was Daisy.

She was sobbing. “Dad! Oh God where are-” she was cut off. There was rustling as someone took her phone.

“Hardy!” It was Tess.“Bloody fucking ‘ell,” she said, going into the Northern accent she reverted to only when she was truly upset. Daisy wept somewhere close and tried to take her phone back. There was a slap and a moan.  “Your crazy bitch of a girlfriend just tried to kill us both,” she said, panting into the phone. “Ruined the car, ripped out the hydrangeas and nearly took my fucking ‘ead off before I zapped her with my Taser.”

“Where is she?”

“Who the fuck cares where she is,” Tess screamed. “She was trying to kill me with a goddamn baseball bat, screaming bloody murder about taking what’s hers or some shite-”

“Mum, why were you over there today? What did you dooo?” Daisy wailed. He heard another sharp slap.

“You keep your mouth shut, young lady. And just to let you know, I’m aware what you’re up to with yer father.”

“Tess.” His voice was soft. She was still panting. “Where is Grace?”

“Grace? What a fucking irony that name is,” she said. “Jesus, look at my car,” she said in despair. “Just got it fixed, too.”

“Where is Grace?!” he screamed. Ellie gasped and drove into the breakdown lane.

She sniffed. “Where d’ye think? I tased her before she killed us both, and she passed out in our driveway. I cuffed her and called Zed. She’s been arrested, and you bet your narrow ass I’m pressing charges, so don’t start.”

“Where is she?” he asked a third time.

“Our old station,” she said.

“Dad, please come! I want to go-” His phone vibrated in his ear again. It was Pravhati.

“Grace is in Sandbrook,” he answered flatly.

“Yes, sir. The station just phoned. The damage to the apartment is minimal. Items of clothing burnt in the bathtub, and she destroyed art prints and some photos in the bedroom. There was a bloody piece of cloth - looks like a scarf, torn in half and discarded. We’re taking that in, and some blood samples from the carpet.  Other than that, nothing worthy of note.”

“Och aye?”

Tess tried to call him back, but he ignored the vibrating.

“Yes, sir. It looks like she was upset and decided to burn most of her clothes and break things.” He paused. “Do you have any idea what might’ve happened in the last 24 hours to make her behave in this fashion?”

He took a deep breath. He was getting tunnel vision. “Tell the captain I’ll be in later. I’m going to Sandbrook,” he said, and hung up.

He opened the window a crack and pushed his phone through it. Ellie drove quietly, her face pale with secondhand misery.

“Could you turn around, head north?”

“We’ve been headed that way for the last ten minutes,” she said. “We’ll be there soon enough.” The gas pedal touched the floor.

[barce-fabu-lona]

Gerard Piqué Imagine

Hello tumblr! Well, I know you havent’t heard much from me in the last few weeks. My life’s been pretty stressful but I haven finally managed to finish one of the projects I’m working on. This is a request for @sassybartra​, I’m so sorry it has taken me such a long time to write it. Still, I hope you enjoy this, love <3

Also I want to take a moment and thank all of you. Even if I am not online much I still can come back every time and you’re still here and as loving as ever. Thank you for always believing in me and supporting me. I love you all.

Gerard and you meet at a bus stop on a rainy day in Barcelona.

When Y/N steps outside, the Barcelona sky is covered in turbid, grey clouds. The air is thick and humid and as she continues her way up the street, pulling the hood of her jacket up over head, the first rain drops start hitting the asphalt.

 “Honestly, I thought Barcelona weather would treat me better.” She mumbles to herself.

 Soon most people have abandoned the streets and only a few tourists, including her, are still strolling past the shop windows. Well, technically she is not a tourist anymore but a Barcelona citizens. A month and half have passed since Y/N packed her bags and moved to the Spanish coastal town. It had been a dream of her since she was a little girl and the city was just as beautiful as she had imagined it to be. Her parents had taken her to Barcelona a couple of times when she was younger, but actually living here was something completely different.

 It was harder than expected as well.

 Fresh out of university, Y/N was still trying to get a job in the busy city. Also, she didn’t own a car yet, which meant that she had to take the bus every single time she went into town. And today, it was pouring rain by the time she finally reached her bus stop. Of course, it didn’t have a roof or anything to hide beneath.

 It was summer in Spain and even though the rain was warm Y/N didn’t like the feeling of her jean jacket heavily sticking to her skin. She pulled it tighter around herself, trying to prevent her light, white summer dress from getting soaked as well. Now, getting drenched was one thing but waiting for the bus with her pink bra flashing through the transparent fabric was something else. Why the hell did she consider hot pink to be a good decision this morning?

 A few cars drive by, splashing more dirty water towards her bare legs. Y/N jumps back just in time to avoid being hit by the droplets and glares after the little red car, whizzing away. Unknowingly, she must have cussed because the elderly lady waiting next to her proceeds to give her a scandalized looks and then shuffles away, taking the umbrella, that had been shielding her a little, with her.

 “I fucking hate Barcelona.” Y/N hisses, angrily brushing her wet hair back behind her ears.

“Nah, nah. Visca el Barça, visca el Catalunya!” 

Startled by the deep voice, Y/N turns around and is met with the bluest pair of eyes she has ever seen in her life. Seriously, it’s like the freaking Caribbean Sea is staring back at her. 

 “Are you wearing contacts?” Y/N blurts out because honestly, in this shitty, greyish weather, those eyes actually look unreal. 

“Hi to you to.” The man looming in front of her chuckles. He’s a Spaniard; Y/N can easily tell by the soft accent in his English. “I’m not wearing contacts, this is real beauty. I get that a lot though.” 

“Oh.” Y/N says, sarcasm seeping through her voice. “I bet that’s really flattering.” 

Sapphire-eyes-guy shrugs and pulls an umbrella out of fucking nowhere. He carefully opens it up and holds it above them both, preventing the rain from continuing to soak through their clothes. For a moment Y/N is mesmerized by the colorful rainbow pattern decorating the underside of it but when she notices her company staring at her, she quickly focuses her attention back on him. 

The guy is pretty tall, at least 1,90m. He’s actually taller than Y/N herself, which is a real miracle since every other guy on this earth seems to be shorter than her by like, a whole head. Apart from the eyes, the stranger has a pretty handsome face as well. Everything seems to be perfectly symmetrical; nothing is too small or too big and doesn’t fit into the picture. He has sharp cheekbones, full lips and a smile that is truly staggering. Also, he seems to be spending every second of the day smiling, which makes the whole thing a little overwhelming.     

Y/N turns away because okay, she is starting to feel a little hot.   

“You know I was joking, right?” The handsome stranger asks, his voice sounding playful like the one of a child that is about to pull a prank on you.

“About what?” Y/N tries to sound causal and starts picking at her skirt, pretending to be busy.   

“My eyes and that they’re natural beauty. They’re just normal, I guess.”   

“Oh come on.” Y/N huffs and takes another look at the crystal blue orbs. “They actually are natural beauty.”   

Right when the words fall off her tongue she realizes what she just admitted. Another bright grin takes over the Spaniard’s face and Y/N feels herself flush under the gaze of his playful eyes.   

“So you think I’m handsome?”   

Y/N looks away, stares up the street instead and prays for her bus to finally come around the corner. She doesn’t want to embarrass herself in front of this attractive man any longer.   

“So handsome you can’t actually look at me?” 

“Shut up!” Y/N hisses and chooses to look at his chest instead.   

He’s wearing a light jacket over a simple grey shirt that has the logo of the local football club printed on it.   

“FC Barcelona, right?” Y/N asks, gesturing towards the t-shirt when the stranger doesn’t immediately catch on.   

“Visca el Barça, visca el Catalunya.” He answers and puts a hand to his heart, smiling proudly. “This is my home.”   

Y/N laughs a little at the playful patriotism, well she doesn’t know if maybe he is being serious but it’s definitely funny.   

“You’re from Spain.” She chuckles and shakes her head. “From Barcelona, no doubt in my mind. Do you play for them?”   

The guy nods and suddenly a few new images flicker across Y/N’s inner eye. A red and blue jersey. Long legs that skillfully sneak away ball after ball. A pair of crystal clear eyes, blazing with excitement. Trophies being lifted into the air. A tall, passionate Spaniard yelling at referees and players alike. 

Damn, she should have recognized him from the start.   

“I know who you are.” Y/N continues calmly.   

Gerard Piqué lifts both of his impressive eyebrows and gives her a prying look. He is even more handsome in real life, Y/N thinks. She enjoys football but doesn’t follow the Spanish league as much as she probably could do, more passionate about football in her home country.   

During the world cup or other big, international and European competitions she has seen Gerard play though. He’s hard to miss after all, like a giant guarding the goal.   

“Gerard Piqué.” Y/N tells him when she realizes that Gerard won’t ask any more questions. “You play for the FC Barcelona as defender and for the Spanish National Team. I have seen you on TV before, a hundred times. You’re pretty good.”   

Gerard shrugs but looks smug nonetheless.   

“I must believe a lady like you but yeah, you’re right, Barca is pretty fucking fantastic.” He teases. “You haven’t told me your name yet.”  

“Does it matter?” Y/N asks back, crossing both of her arms over her wet jean jacket.   

She knows Gerard is trying to flirt with her and (let’s be real here) since there is no way she could possibly say no to that, she at least can give him a little bit of a hard time.   

“I saved you freezing your butt off in the rain, don’t you think I deserve a little reward?” Gerard asks playfully. “I’m your knight in shining amour.”   

He shakes the umbrella a little, making the rainbow above their heads dance and raindrops fly everywhere.     

“It’s summer.” Y/N laughs, but she feels her heart jump a little. You don’t get a compliment by Gerard Piqué every day after all. “Also, I don’t need saving, I’m waiting on the bus.”   

“You looked lost and I knew you were not from here, so I thought I would be nice and come over and try to-“  

“-hit me up?” Y/N finishes the sentences, smirking. “I see how it is.”   

She’s only teasing him but the little flicker of panic in Gerard’s eyes is more than satisfying anyway.   

“No, I was actually coming over to see if you needed help.” The Spaniard swears, his deep and sincere voice sending chills down Y/N’s spine.   

“Well, I live in Barcelona. I’m fine to get around by myself.”   

“But you’re not from here. One would never insult Barcelona and also-“ He gives her a quirky grin. “-you wouldn’t wear a white sundress when you knows it’s gonna rain.”   

Y/N feels her cheeks flush a deep crimson. She grabs her jacket and pulls it tighter around herself. The rain has managed to soak through the jeans fabric by now and said white summer dress is slowly but surely becoming transparent. Y/N feels like the neon color of her bra is already shining through.     

This day could not be more embarrassing.   

“How could you know it’s gonna rain?” She asks back, trying to glare at Gerard who is grinning down her. “It never rains in Barcelona during the summer.”

“See, you’re not from here.”   

Gerard looks so sure of himself, it is actually starting to rub Y/n the wrong way. If he wouldn’t be so god damn handsome, she would have walked away by now. But she can’t, his astonishing blue eyes keeping her in place. It’s like her feet have grown roots, she can’t move, even if she really wanted to.   

(She doesn’t really want, is content with standing beneath a rainbow colored umbrella, staring at Gerard. Could do this for the rest of her life, honestly.)

“How about we get you out of the rain and you tell me where you’re from and what your name is?” Gerard’s voice cuts through her daydreams.   

When she glances up at him, he is already looking at her. It’s a nice feeling.

“Are you asking me out for a date?”   

“Only if you tell me your name.”   

“I’m Y/N.” She says before she can tell her brain otherwise.   

“Cool.” Gerard gives her crooked smile, loops his arm around her waist and starts pulling her down the street, back towards the city center.     

Y/N squeaks a little when his big palms spreads over her hip, the warmth of his hand seeping through the wet fabric of her dress. She already likes him touching her so much, she doesn’t push him away, just speeds up her steps to be able and keep up with him.  

“I have to change though.” She says. “I need to take the bus home.”   

“You already missed it, drove past us while you were busy staring at my eyes.” Gerard shrugs causally, continuing to pull her along.   

Y/N feels her face getting hot once again and swallows against the lump in her throat. Damn, she thought she had been a little bit more discreet.   

“I still have to go back to my flat to change.” She finally speaks up again, the bus stop has long disappeared between the rows of houses.   

“I can drive you there.” Gerard offers. “And afterwards we will go for coffee, okay? I know this cool place and normally we get a discount because the owner’s a Barca fan. Good guy.”   

Y/N snorts but still lets him rest his hand on her waist. The rain has faded into a slight drizzle, more people are back strolling through Barcelona and when they see them pass, some stop and stare after them, eyes wide with astonishment.   

Y/N likes that it already looks like Gerard belongs to her.   

A few minutes later, they reach the Spaniard’s car which is parked in a quiet side street. It’s small and red and Y/N is wondering about how Gerard fits his legs in there when she suddenly remembers something.  

“Oh my god! You drove past me at the bus stop. You almost splashed a load of water on me.” She gasps and stares at him accusingly.   

Gerard winks at her, his blue eyes twinkling with amusement. He doesn’t look the slightest bit sorry.   

“You did that on purpose.” Y/N says, more to herself. “So you could get out and-“   

“Shh.” Gerard interrupts her, putting a hand on top of the car. “Don’t question it. Just get in.”   

And without wasting another second, Y/N does.   

Seven years later, the little red car is long rusting at the dump, but Y/N still takes the rainbow patterned umbrella to town whenever it’s supposed to rain. 

[nacsygen]

speaking of fashion, i feel like rambling about my boobs, and this is my tumblr, so i will.  also bc this is tumblr, i will frame my rambling about my boobs in the context of my mental health journey.

over the past coming up on four years, my mental health has had a drastic (thought not constantly) upwards trajectory, from ‘’trembling waif unable to hold a conversation without wanting to literally run and hide and/or cry’’ to ‘’wow, i just realized it’s been like two years since i felt like absolute shit for no real reason for more than, like, a day at a time. is this like...is this what being happy is like? wow!*” *”oh shit, now i have to actually live past 25...” part of it was maturing yes, bc no matter what bullshit they tell you, you’re still growing and maturing in your 20s too - and after that, too, for your whole life, really.  the idea that you should have all your shit figured out by the time you’re 22 is some kind of implied propaganda we all internalized around when they were showing us the charts in middle school that showed the average incomes of people with different levels of degrees.  and if you’re not the kind of person to have your shit together by 22 - say, you’re not neurotypical, or you’ve got un-dealt-with-traumas, or you’re just not the kind of person or at the stage in your life where post-secondary is the right fit for you, or any combination of the above, or anything else - when you DON’T have your shit together by the time you’re “supposed” to, it just feels like salt in the wound, when you’re different.  it feels - no, it IS damaging, especially if you’ve never been able to really internalize the idea that it’s O K to be on a different life path than what you’re “supposed” to be.  that is, in fact, the very thing that culminated in the worst and last (and i sincerely hope it’s the LAST) depressive episode of my life, around my 25th birthday. i feel sorry for the girl who was me from 20 to 25.  poor thing hurt a lot, and too often. but the main part of my getting better was just getting help.  or rather, my mom reaching out to do the research for me, finally recognizing that i wasn’t going to magically get better on my own and that guilt tripping and anger were not helping my crippling depressive withdrawal (and while i know that the physically disabled tend to not care for the psychologically disabled using the term “crippling”, in my case it definitely extended to the physically disabling in several very literal ways that i won’t get into here).  my mom did the research and made me make the calls.  i was very lucky that there was a low-income mental health center 15 minutes down the road.  i was exceedingly lucky in that i got an incredible counselor who’d been through it herself, herself now (then) in her late 20s, early 30s, maybe one or two levels up from where i am now. my sessions with her literally changed and quite probably saved my life.  i went from crying in every session and her gently and considerately seeing me out the back door of the office to minimize the strangers who’d see my raw vulnerability, to the sessions being the highlights of my week, with me eager to share with her my progress - to delight in finally becoming my true self again, to be vibrant, to find joy in things, to have things i could be happy to share with a professional friend. because of her guidance i learned how to change the way my mind had wired itself in a negative way, and to love myself again.  because of her i was able to move on, move out, become self-sufficient - eventuallym because of how she taught me, to take care of myself and to keep growing, to love myself the way i love the world. to be happy, most of the time, when at the time we first met, i wasn’t sure i ever would be again. to take care of myself again but i was talking about boobs and fashion, right? the thing is, i’ve had essentially the same body type, my “adult” body, since i was 13.  this body has, no matter its weight fluctuations, had proportionately significant breasts.  (a blog post about afab body image and mental health would not be complete without at least one teenaged semi-traumatic anecdote - i once when i was in eighth grade got accosted by a group of older girls in the courtyard at school before class, demanding to know what i stuffed my bra with, and getting increasingly hostile and physically investigating said bra with harsh gropes when i said i didn’t stuff it at all. this was, needless to say, humiliating and traumatic, and i didn’t wear that tight turtleneck again for years.)   the thing is this body that contains me is also exceedingly small in all other directions (except my head, i’ve got an adult human-sized head) compared to normal humanity.  very short in height, narrow ribcage, ectothermic body structure, narrow limbs, narrow hips, child-sized hands and feet, etc.  even when i was at my lowest weights, which i will always associate more with my worst depressive episodes than any kind of diet-culture positive, even when they were to my eye as flattened pancakes, i still had pretty alright boobs that i liked. but then, once i got healthy again, i naturally gained healthy weight.  it came with eating more healthily, and eating with purpose, and not just because i would die if i didn’t, and even for a depressive starvation’s not a good way to go.  it came from caring for the human animal, from realizing that i could never live with myself if i neglected a pet the way i was treating my human animal, because if i didn’t care for it, who would? eating with structure, at set times every day, and maintaining at least a mininum amount of calories needed, necessarily entailed that i would gain weight. and i welcomed that! most of my body issues when i was younger stemmed from my skinniness - i hated my fragility. i longed for and desired (in the gay way too, and probably though i didn’t realize it yet the non-cis way) and wished to be like girls with weight and heft to them, girls with thick thighs and arms, girls with muscle, girls with softness and roundness, girls with strength and solidity of frame. in comparison i felt like a ghost close to being torn to pieces in the wind, a collection of fragile bone in the shape of a person.  but that’s not who i am anymore, and that’s no longer what i fear. but at least i always had my boobs, and with them, with being healthier mentally and physically going hand in hand, i was and have been able to measure my own healthiness by their size. by cupping them in my hands and counting how many fingers it takes to go from ribcage to the edge of areola, i can measure my own growth and well-being.  they’re most of where i gain weight, and i’ve gone from two fingers and change at the worst to all four fingers plus a spare inch, besides, now, at what is currently the best. despite my current stressful situation, i am ultimately at my healthiest physically and mentally i’ve been since i was like 11.  more, even, because i’m no longer anemic.  and accordingly, my breasts are the largest they’ve ever been (not counting that time i was on birth control for a couple months, and my least tactful roommate asked if i was pregnant, and i stopped taking it because i decided crying myself to sleep every night for no reason probably wasn’t worth it).   which brings me to fashion. and boobs. i’ve alluded to here and outright stated before that i identify as somewhere between nonbinary and bigender.  all i know, really, in our limited current vocabulary, is i’m not cis female. but you know? i like my boobs. i’m pan, i reserve the right to like boobs, even love them, even if they’re on my body, even if i’m not “female”.  i live in and love and feel at home in a climate, and otherwise a culture, where female-coded dress (tank tops and short-shorts, sundresses) are far, far more comfortable than male-coded dress (heavy thick shorts or jeans, a t-shirt with an undershirt for god knows what reason - they can’t know we have nipples!!).   i reserve the right as a non-binary/bigender person (yes i’m aware that’s a contradiction in terms, so am i) to reject the idea that my physical interpretation of my presentation as leaning femme means i’m female. fuck you. you ever wore a sundress in the florida summer? you ever wore heavy khaki knee-length cargo shorts paired with sneakers and socks and an undershirt and a t-shirt in the florida summer? which would you guess is more comfortable? i rest my case. oh, i almost forgot to get to the point, which is that as my breasts have gotten more prominent, some of my favorite comfy dresses have somehow become Problematic in Public.  they are now Too Booby.  larger breasts in and of themselves, even in the same dresses but instead of with smaller breasts (that’s Fashion tm), carry with them Implications of Sexiness. Luridness.  Provocativeness.  as someone who’s had both small boob privilege and big boob sexy, this is completely obnoxious and at the same time culturally unavoidable. in my current favorite dress, which fits me like it was tailored to me despite got from goodwill, it cups and supports my breasts lovingly in its bodice and flows beautifully asymetrically down from the high waist line that is also flattering to my body type.  i love it, i absolutely adore it, i love the way it makes me look, i love the way it fits me perfectly, i love the way it makes me feel.  but it is definitely a Boobs On Display dress.  it’s so low cut in the front of the neckline, and boosts my already large breasts enough, that you can see a significant curve of underboob. and they are objectively gorgeous breasts! but this dress, having them On Display, apparently, instead of my love of its supportive and flowing embrace of my body, indicates i’m On Display when i wear it.  that’s...a little dysphobic and dysmorphic. it means i can’t wear it in any situation where i want to appear Professional, bc boobs Aren’t Professional.  it means i have to think about what situations i can wear it in and how people will judge me for it, this my new favorite dress. it means people will think i’m Lurid and Sexual by virtue of having and showing so much cleavage, while in my mind i’m just delighting in how comfortable it is and how good i feel in it.. yeah, i’m not cis, yeah, i love looking pretty, fuck me, i guess.  my last girl told me once “holy shit, you’re like jessica rabbit” after i sent her some of my favorite chest-centric selfies. i’m not bad, i’m just drawn that way. i’m not a comic book heroine, i was just born that way. except also with a gut and no ass. life is full of compromise.