#i saw a video of a girl falling on a treadmill

[hungharrington]

thoughts??? your runner!steve lives in my head rent free so….. 🤯 how about steve works as a trainer at the gym or something like that? *cough* stretching *cough* steve’s sweaty body *gunshot*

(i always forget my askbox is labelled thoughts ???? lmao and it always surprises me when ppl start asks like this tehe)

omg runner!steve we haven’t talked about him in a hot minute…. trainer steve tho…. what about gym crush!steve tho like omg have u seen those videos of guys in the gym with their girlfriends and they’re always like ONE MORE REP while she’s like �� i can’t and he’s like YES U CAN - and is so so proud when the set it done? that’s steve energy if i ever saw it!!! still showers you with kisses when if ur sooooo sweaty, leaning over the back of ur seat where he’s spotting to kiss ur forehead….. sigh…. but gym crush!steve is like…. you guys check each other out in the big mirrors, he specifically sets up near you when he does squats LMAO and especially when he’s pumping arms— you guys end up next to each other on the treadmills just out of breath flirting, steve very nearly eats shit the first time you laugh because he missteps in his nervousness :D never makes a joke about stretching together at the end lest he be CREEPY but also trips over his words when you ask, “wanna come stretch? i could use help with my hamstrings” he’s like “wha— yes, yes please, yeah— i mean…. sure i could help,” he’s hopeless 🫶

[duskys-dreams]

I got on the bus to school. It was French. It an entire loop around town before finally going to its destination.

I arrived at the monster school. The teacher told everyone to separate into groups, but I didn’t know anyone, so I just stood there awkwardly. The teacher eventually sent me to a group.

The people there were really nice and accepted me immediately, and we waited for class to begin.

Everyone here was from some sort of movie or video game, and it was displayed on our shirts. A boy in my group was from Puss in Boots. The teacher, a really awesome guy, let us know that the class was ruled by the dean from Monsters University.

We did some trust exercises, and learned how to control our individual powers. I could grow different plants from potatoes.

We had to do a skit to show off our powers at the end of the day, and we didn’t have any ideas. We watched the other groups with mounting concern, before we teamed up with a second group.

We were sent up, and we roleplayed a battle. I threw a potato at my opponent, and huge vines grew out of it. My other teammates had their moment to shine, and we triumphed over the other group (as planned).

Our teacher was delighted by the creativity, as everyone else had simply walked up and demonstrated their abilities. He decided to waive the “three people max” requirement for us since it was so good.

After that, we all went into the main area while the teacher explained what would happen.

The dean ordered one person from each ground to jump into the void, as there were too many people apparently. The teacher really didn’t want to, but he didn’t have a choice.

I looked up and saw Gaster from Undertale with a horrified expression. Knowing about his fate in the game, I took him to the side and hid him behind our cabins. I told him to wait until it was over, then I’d sell him and he wouldn’t have to worry about this ever again.

A girl from my group went up. It wasn’t the one I had befriended, but I still felt awful.

The dean sent more orders, and it turned out that everyone but a few people had to go in. Tearfully, the teacher told us as such. He didn’t understand why the dean wanted to cut down the population, but he couldn’t disobey her orders.

I begged my friends not to go as we all got in line. I sent a connection request to one of my classmates who was a dystopian movie, which was basically a friend request and meant you could arrange a crossover if you wanted. I did this so she would feel more hesitant to jump into the void and lose the opportunity.

My plan worked, and we ended with about five or ten students. It was eerie to see the place so empty.

I went back to Gaster, planning to tell him it was over, but the teacher followed me. I pretended to just walk past like it was normal for Gaster to be there.

The teacher picked him up and dragged him to the void while Gaster sobbed, and I ran after them begging him to stop. I eventually screamed “don’t you know his source code!? Don’t you know his fate!?”

The teacher did not, and he paused. I explained how in his game, he died by falling into the void and being shattered across time and space. Forcing him to do it all again was beyond cruel.

The teacher hesitated, then let go of Gaster. I comforted him and told him it would be okay, and his body warbled a bit in relief.

The teacher came back to the group and explained the dean’s philosophy. The only way to make your life worth living was to extinguish another. But after seeing my selflessness, he thought that maybe helping others was the right way to go about it. There’s more people affected, and more chances to help people. He demonstrated this with a visual of dropping cards over a tiny treadmill.

[roonilwazlibimagines]

girl, don't do it - j.p x female!reader

Blurb: based on those tik toks where they list a bunch of things you shouldn't do with a boy because you'll catch feelings

Word Count: 5.8k

Warnings: unfortunately it is heavily referenced that everyone is straight also it is a modern one and this is not proofread

Masterlist

“What do you mean?” She asked the group of girls sitting around her. 

Marlene shared a look with Lily, both of them quick to realise the reason a soft crease formed on their friends forehead. 

“We mean,” Marlene said, dragging out the last syllable, “there’s just some common things that you shouldn’t do with a boy because you’ll catch feelings.”

The crease deepened and so Lily tried to explain. 

“Like when you do these things, you form a connection and then you get attached.” 

“Well, give me an example,” she challenged, still not quite getting at what the group of girls were trying to say. 

“Like going to the gym with them,” Mary chimed in, but it only made the girl frown. 

“Yeah,” Dorcas agreed, “you see them in their gym clothes all sweaty.”

“The gym should be your safe place,” Marlene said. She went to continue but the confused girl became lost in her own thoughts. 

‘Come to the gym with me?’ Her phone flashed and James Potter’s name appeared on her lockscreen. 

‘I hate the gym’ she replied. She watched  the bubbles pop up to indicate he was typing. 

‘Please?’ 

‘For me?’

She shook her head at his double text and replied. 

‘Fine :/’ As if she would have ever said no

‘But you’re picking me up’ she waited for him to reply.

‘See you in 5 :)’

At the gym, she didn’t really know what to do. James immediately went over to the weights, but she decided to go on the treadmill. 

She wasn’t a fan of gyms. The unknowinigness of who had used what before her and what germs they had left. The inability to use the machines and not knowing how more than half of them worked. But at least she got to wear the matching set she had bought. 

She was going at a slow pace on the treadmill, a nice stroll. She couldn’t help but look over at the man who had dragged her here. 

His biceps were straining under the weight he was lifting and his face was contorted as he lifted it up. A coat of sweat was covering his bare arms and when he stood up straight she began to wonder how long it had been since his thighs were that big. 

He had already done a few reps and when he saw her looking, he put the weights back and walked over to her. 

“Like what you see?” He asked as she took her earphone out, continuing her slow pace on the treadmill. He was leaning on the arm of the machine next to her and she shook her head at him. 

“Didn’t realise you were bringing me to the gun show.” He laughed. A breathy laugh. His chest was rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath and she couldn’t help but stare at the patch of skin that was exposed under his loose top. 

The sleeves of his top were clinging to his forearm and she wanted to tease him about buying clothes that actually fit him, but before she could he was going back to his mat and starting to do some pushups. 

“That’s ridiculous,” she scoffed at the girls in front of her, trying to relax her face. “I’ve been to the gym with all of you before, what difference does it make if it’s a boy?” 

“Well that’s not the only thing,” Marlene explained, “like, for example,” she dragged out her speech, trying to think of something you couldn’t do with a boy without catching feelings. 

“Like going shopping with them,” Lily chimed in, earning a chorus of various noises, all in agreement with the red head. 

“Yes,” Dorcus groaned, “especially grocery shopping.” They all agreed and started speaking about how it gives your brain the wrong idea. She wanted to argue, but before she did, a memory flashed into her mind. 

“What are you doing today?” James Potter’s face was currently occupying her screen, he had video chatted her to show her a cute dog he had seen on his morning run and now that she was awake and his run had turned into a walk, they couldn’t stop talking.

“I don’t know,” she said, yawning and rubbing her eyes, “I’m overdue for a grocery shop so probably just that.” She was still in bed, lying on her back, holding her phone up at a somewhat flattering angle. 

“Can I come?” 

“Why? It’ll be boring.”

“I love grocery shopping.” He was looking at her through the phone and she was looking at him, watching the way the sun made his eyes a few shades lighter. 

“If you want,” she shrugged and James smiled.

“Great, I’ll be there in an hour.” 

It wasn’t bad having him along, he pushed the trolley and he was always humming a random tune. He wasn’t an issue until they got to the biscuit isle. 

“Look,” he exclaimed, picking up a packet of biscuits shaped like teddy bears, “they’re half price!”

She laughed and agreed saying, “Cute,” before she went to keep walking. But she turned around when James let out a gasp.  

“And you’re not going to get them?”

“They’re not on my list,” she shrugged, turning around to face him still holding up the packet of biscuits. 

“Well what am I going to eat when I come to your house for a cup of tea.”

“I don’t think you’ve ever come to my house for a cup of tea.”

“Well I would if you had these biscuits.” She rolled her eyes at him and crossed her arms, giving him a defeated look. 

“Fine,” James cheered and threw them in the trolley, “but you better come over for a cup of tea, James Potter.” 

He gave her a cheeky grin and pushed the trolley so it purposefully and gently hit her front. 

“I promise.”

“That doesn’t make sense,” she scoffed causing the group of girls to share a look. “It’s just grocery shopping.”

“But don’t you think it’s so ‘couply’?” Mary asked causing the crease to reappear on her friends forehead. 

“It gives the brain the wrong idea,” Drocas explained and they all murmured their agreement. 

“Like building furniture,” Marlene chimed in. They all chimed in in agreement and the crease on her forehead deepened as her lips turned into a frown. 

“James, I need your help.” She had called him the day after she had moved into her apartment. Everything had been brought into the house (with James’ help) and today she was going to put everything away. 

James had offered to come over and help, but she had already put him out when he helped her move everything in so she declined. But here she was, swallowing her pride, and asking him to come over and help her put together her bedframe. 

“What do you need?” James Potter’s voice rang through her phone and she wondered if he could tell she was pouting. 

“I’m really sorry to bother you again, but I don’t know how to assemble my bedframe and I’ve tried but it just won’t work and I don’t know who else would know-”

“Open your door,” he cut her off. 

“What?”

“Open your door.” She raced over to the door and when she opened it, James Potter was standing there, using his shoulder to push his phone up to his ear while he held his tools in both hands. “Didn't think I’d leave you to do all this by yourself did you?” 

She hung up the phone and let him in. 

“You’re the best,” she said. 

She repeated those words a lot that day. She repeated it when they entered the bedroom and James said, “why don’t you go unpack some of the boxes, this won’t take me to long.” 

“You’re the best,” she said, putting her arms up and around his neck as he placed them gently around her waist. 

“I know.” 

She took the opportunity to take her clothes out and put them in her wardrobe. It needed to be done and it gave her a chance to keep James company. She didn’t feel right leaving him by himself when he had so generously offered his help.  

She watched him move the bedframe, his arms tense under the slight weight. The way his sleeves clnug to his biceps. She wondered where James learnt how to use all of the tools he had brought over. His hammer and his screwdriver and the drill that made her flinch everytime he turned it on. 

When he finished he turned to her awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. 

“This s random and I’ll obviously give you something better, but these are yours.” He handed over a small box of tools. She gave him a confused look, but took the toolbox regardless. “It’s just the basics, you’ll need them for around here and I’m sure I’ll get more use out of them than you, but it saves me bringing my own over every time, so really, it’s a present for me.” He was speaking fast and almost rambling so when he paused to take a breath she cut him off. 

“You’re the best.” 

“And don’t even get me started if he puts together a bed,” Lily laughed making the other three girls laugh. All she could do was roll her eyes. 

“This is so immature,” she argued, “these are all adult things that are so common. You can do these things with anyone, it doesn’t change anything just because it’s a boy.”

“Well it doesn’t have to be adult things,” Dorcas argued back, “like,” she trailed off trying to think, “if you touch their hair.”

“Yes,” Mary agreed, “any hair touching is just an invitation for feelings to arrive.” 

“Can I braid your hair?” James Potter asked her one night when she was over his house watching a movie that he made her watch when she admitted she hadn’t seen it. 

“Why?” They were both sitting on the lounge next to each other and she turned to face him at the question. 

“It soothes me,” he was joking with her but she still nodded and took her hair out of her scrunchie. “C’mere,” he mumbled, sitting back into the lounge and spreading his legs so she could sit in front of him. 

She stood up just to sit back down. It was squishy on the lounge, but it was warmer than the cold floor and James was tall enough to see over her head. 

He combed it through with his fingers and she shivered. 

“Sorry,” he giggled, not sounding sorry at all. 

“Its fine,” she whispered, her voice so soft he wouldn’t have heard her if she wasn’t so close. 

He parted her hair and started braiding. He was clumsy and unsure, but he was gentle and was always asking if it felt good. She nodded each time, humming a yes before he’d continue. 

When he finished he squeezed her shoulders and told her to show him. She turned her body so he could have a look and his whole face broke out into a grin. 

“Beautiful,” he mumbled, pausing a bit too long before he continued, “thanks to your expert braider.” 

She could feel that they were loose and she could see strands already falling out but she smiled at him and said, “thank you, expert braider.” 

They were almost gigglinig, staring at each other and smiling before James broke the silence. 

“Okay, back to the movie, you need to pay attention because I will be quizzng you once it’s over.” His hands found their way around her waist and so she didn’t bother moving. 

She was warm here anyway. 

“I touch your hair all the time and you touch mine,” she reminded the group who were all giggling. 

“Yeah but it’s not hot when you touch my hair,” Marlene laughed, “but if a boy touched my hair?” She let out a noise that sounded like a moan. “I’d be down bad.” She scoffed at her friend, but she seemed to be the only one in disagreement. 

“Do you know what always gets me?” Mary asked making the group turn to her. “When they’re driving and they reverse out and they do that thing where they turn around and-”

“Don’t even go there,” Dorcas said, already making a face of agreement. 

“It’s why you shouldn’t let a boy drive,” Lily said and they all hummed in agreement. 

“I can’t reverse park,” she admitted to James Potter, sitting in his passenger seat as he drove through the car park trying to find a parking spot. 

“You can’t reverse park?” He asked, his eyes flickering to her. 

“I can’t reverse park.” She confirmed. 

“It’s easy,” he said, “I’ll teach you.” She didn’t say anything, but just smiled as James finally found a spot. 

“Okay, teach me your technique.” She said causing James’ lips to quirk upwards. 

“Okay,” he said, clearing his throat. “So first, you indicate,” he said, turning to her as he put his indicator on. She rolled her eyes. “It’s a simple step that a lot of people forget and it’s not fair to the person behind you.” 

“Step one, indicate.” She repeated and James nodded. 

“Then you just drive forward and angle the car,” he said as he did just that, “you put the car in reverse,” he did that, “and park.” 

He turned around, putting his hand on the back of her seat and turning around to make sure he didn’t hit the pole. 

“You make it sound so easy.” She scoffed, playfully rolling her eyes at his explanation. 

“Because it is,” he argued, turning to look at her. His arm was still on the back of her seat and his body was still partially twisted. 

His shirt was creasing around his abdomen and his cologne was filling up her senses. He was wearing his glasses today and they had slipped down his nose. She wanted to push them back up but he had finished reversing and had turned back around to put his car in park. 

“I’m serious though,” he said turning to her, “next time you drive and I’ll walk you through it.”

“Okay,” she sighed, “maybe that I understand.”

“See,” Marlene exclaimed, “now you know what we mean.”

“No,” she argued, “I can just see how that would be attractive, it doesn’t mean that you automatically fall for someone when they do all of these things.”

“Speaking of driving,” Lily chimed in, the group completely ignoring what their friend had just said, “no picking up the other after eleven at night.”

“Oh definitely not,” Dorcas agreed, “and don’t ask them to pick you up either.”

“Who knows what will happen on the way home,” Marlene added and they all hummed in agreement. 

“Are you okay?” James Potter’s voice was in her ear the second she had sent him a text asking to pick her up. 

“Yeah,” she hiccuped, “I’m fine, I’ve just had enough and really want to go home. I’m sorry to bother you, but I’m too scared to go home by myself.”

“I’d be upset if you didn't call me,” James said and she let herself smile slightly. “Where are you?”

“I’ll share my location with you.” She brought the phone away from her ear to do so and when she brought it back up she heard James’ notification come through. 

“Okay, maps tells me I’ll be there in fourteen minutes.”

“James?” 

“Yeah?”

“Can you stay on the phone with me?”

“Of course.”

She had gone out with friends from work, but after 12am she had lost them and when she realised that they had all left the club, she went into the bathroom and messaged James, hoping he was still awake. 

When she got into his car he was in a pair of plaid pyjama pants and a loose black top that hugged his arms. 

“Thank you,” she hiccuped, “sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he said in a tone that made her believe that it actually was okay. “When you told me you’d get home by ‘playing it by ear’ I knew I’d come pick you up anyway. Did you have a goodnight.”

She had had quite a lot to drink, but when she turned over to look at James she knew that it had been a successful night. 

“Yeah,” she hummed and James’ eyes flickered over to her as they both shared a smile.

“Feelings change anytime after ten, you cannot trust yourself or anyone else after ten when it comes to emotions,” Mary said and even she had to agree with Mary on that one. 

“And I’d argue early in the morning as well,” Marlene started, “like, you can’t make breakfast with him for example.”

“Oh definitely not,” Lily agreed, “like I’ve  said, it confuses your brain.”

“I’d even say you can sleep over, but just don’t make breakfast together.” 

“How are you feeling?” James Potter asked when she made her way into his kitchen the morning after he had picked her up. 

“Okay, my head hurts a little but I took the aspirin, thank you.” She said, referring to the aspirin James had left on her bedside table in his spare room for her to take in the morning. 

“What do you feel like for breakfast?” He was sitting down at the dining table and she went over to hs fridge and opened it. 

“Bacon and eggs?” 

“Sounds good,” he said gettng up and taking the carton of eggs and packet of bacon out of her hands. 

He got out a pan and she got out the oil. 

As he turned the stove on she walked around him and got his bread, putting a two slices into the toaster. 

James put the oil in once the pan heated up and put the bacon on and cracked the eggs. She grabbed the items from him and put them back in the fridge. 

“Did you sleep well?” He asked, leaning against the bench as he let it cook. 

“Yeah,” she nodded, “thank you agan for picking me up and for letting me crash here and for letting me borrow your clothes,” she wanted to add that she was thankful for them even if she was swimming in them but James cut her off. 

“Don’t be stupid, it was all nothing I’m just glad you’re here safe.” 

“Do you get what we mean?” Dorcas asked the frowning girl and she sighed. 

“Okay,” she racked her brain trying to think of something, “like you wouldn’t watch the finale of a show with them?” Her voice got higher as she offered her experience, asking to see if she was right. 

“Yes!” They all exclaimed, glad their friend finally understood. 

“The emotions are too high it’s too much,” Mary shook her head and they all agreed. 

“I’m actually upset that it’s ending,” she said to James Potter who was sitting on her couch, hogging the blankets. She had brought a large bowl of popcorn with her and when she sat next to him, he put his hand in and grabbed a handful. 

“Me too,” James agreed, swallowing his mouthful of popcorn before he replied. “It’s been fun watching this with you,” he said, poking her side, “even if you talk throughout the whole thing.”

“I do not!” She exclaimed, pausing before she ate her mouthful of popcorn. 

“You so do,” he laughed, “I’m going to count how many times you talk throughout the episode.” She pouted at him and he smiled down at her, pushing his glasses up his nose. 

“Whatever,” she rolled her eyes and took another handful of popcorn. 

When the show ended, she had her head rested on his shoulder and James had taken off his glasses to wipe at his eyes. 

“That was such a sad ending,” she whined wiping her nose with the back of her hand. The empty popcorn bowl was placed next to her and she lifted her head to look at James. His cheeks had a slight rosy tint to them and his eyes were puffy making her want to smile. 

“Twenty nine,” he said, making her tears dry up as she cocked her head at him in confusion. “You spoke twenty nine times throughout the episode.” 

“You’re such a dick,” she scoffed, slightly slapping his shoulder. He laughed and grabbed onto her wrist so she couldn’t get away. 

“I told you I’d count.” 

“Oh and you cannot buy alcohol with them,” Marlene continued, “kind of like shopping with them but also explicitly, no alcohol purchasing.” 

“Especially sharing with them, like you cannot buy alcohol with the intent of sharing it,” Dorcus added on and they all agreed. 

“Whenever alcohol is involved it’s usually a ‘no’.” Mary said and she sighed as she recounted the last time she had bought alcohol. 

“I want something sweet,” James Potter told her as they walked around the alcohol shop trying to figure out what to bring to Remus’ birthday. 

“Me too, I don’t like drinking unless I can’t taste the alcohol.” She had her arms crossed around her chest as they walked through the shop and James brought his arms to his chest as he exclaimed, “Me too!”

“What about this?” She asked, pointing to a six pack of something pink. 

James picked it up and read the label. 

“Ooh,” he hummed, “guava.”

“Guava sounds nice.” 

“Guava does sound nice,” he agreed. “Should we get it?”

“Are you sure you’re happy to share it with me?” 

“Of course,” he smiled, changing his grip on it as he walked over to the counter. She trailed behind him, opening her wallet to get out her card. 

He put the drinks on the counter and started a friendly conversation with the cashier. When the price came up on the machine, he nudged her with his arm so she couldn’t reach it with her card. 

“Please,” he scoffed, “I’ve got it.” He thanked the cashier and took the drinks with him, causing her to speed up to try to catch up with him. 

“You didn’t have to,” she huffed. 

“That’s a funny sounding thank you.” He was still a few feet in front of her, but she knew he was smirking even if she couldn’t see it. 

“Thank you, James.” 

“Much better.”

“Yes and no one is allowed to throw up in front of anyone,” Mary emphasised. “Drink as much as you want and throw up if you have to, but they are not allowed to watch.” 

“Come on,” the girl complained, “there is nothing attractive about vomit, you will not get attached from that.” 

“Well how can you know if it hasn’t happened to you?” Dorcas argued and she rolled her eyes as she slipped back into another memory. 

“I don’t feel great,” James Potter whispered into her ear at Sirius Black’s birthday. 

“I think you drank too much.” She told him and he shook his head before he realised it made it worse and put instead his head in his hands. “C’mere,” she mumbled, reaching out for his hand and dragging him up into Sirius’ spare bedroom. 

She shut the door behind her as James basically fell onto the bed. His face was smooshed into the pillows and she sat down next to him and rubbed his back with the palm of her hand. 

“Everything’s spinning,” he whined, turning his head to face her. She chuckled softly at the way his eyes were closed and his face was scrunched up. 

She liked drunk James. Usually he was the sober one, making sure everyone else was okay, but he somehow got softer and funnier and louder and more excitable all at the same time. 

“I,” he hiccuped, “I,” he opened his eyes, “I think i’m going to be sick.” She had never seen James move so fast as he made his way into the ensuite in the spare room and pushed the toilet lid up before she heard him empty out whatever was making him sick.

She cringed at the noise, but still forced herself up and made her way into the bathroom. She knelt beside him and continued rubbing his back. 

When he had emptied everything out and flushed the toilet, he put his hands in his face and ran a hand through his hair. 

“I’m sorry,” he said, resting his head on his shoulder and pouting over at her, “I’m a horrible friend.”

“You are not,” she argued, a little too forcibly, “you’ve always delt with vomiting people it’s about time you’re the one vomiting.” He gave her a weak smile and closed his eyes again. 

“I feel so unattractive,” he sighed.

“You’re still very pretty,” she whispered, pushing his hair back from his forehead. He opened his eyes slowly and smiled at her and for a moment she wasn’t even grossed out by the contents that were just in the toilet. 

“It has happened to me,” she said indignantly and Marlene sighed. 

“Let me guess, it happened with James.” She shot Marlene a dirty look. 

“I wouldn’t be surprised if you’d done all of them with him,” Lily giggled and she bit back a retort knowing that the red head was right. 

“You and James have broken all of the rules though, remember that time you plucked his eyebrows?” Dorcas asked. 

“Another thing you shouldn’t do,” Mary pointed out and they all nodded. 

“James?” She asked, putting on her sweetest voice. He was sitting on her lounge, flicking through his phone and he looked up when he heard her voice. “Remember that time I let you braid my hair?” He hummed. 

“What do you want?”

“Can I pluck your eyebrows?” James had thick, bushy eyebrows and for the most part, they were neat, but she just wasn’t to tidy them up. 

James sighed. “Won’t it hurt?”

“C’mon,” she whined, “I do it all the time and I’ve survived.” 

He sighed again. “Fine. But I want one of those teddy bear biscuits when I’m done.” 

She laughed. “I’ll even make you a cup of tea with it.” 

He was still sat on the lounge and she was hovering over him, pulling at the skin near his eyebrow as she plucked the first hair. 

“Ow.” He exclaimed, but his tone made her roll her eyes, knowing it didn’t hurt. 

“You’re such a baby.”

“Am not,” he pouted, looking up at her. 

“Then be quiet,” she said as she plucked the next hair. 

James kept his eyes open. He was inches away from her face. She had taken his glasses off so his vision was a little blurry, but he could make out the tiny freckle on her cheek and he knew she was wearing the earrings he had bought her for Christmas. 

He could feel her breath and he was so focused on syncing his own breath with hers that he almost jumped when someone walked through her door. 

“What the fuck is going on here?” Marlene asked, the other three girls trailing behind her. 

“You do everything with him,” Mary continued.

“It’s because we’re friends,” she argued, “just like us.” 

“Sure,” Marlene mumbled under her breath, but she went unheard. 

“Like I’d get ready to go out with you and I’d get ready to go out with him.”

“Another thing you shouldn’t do,” Lily exclaimed making her roll her eyes. 

“I just need to do my makeup and I’ll be ready.” 

“Okay, I’ll watch you.”

“Great.” 

James sat on her bed while she sat at her vanity and started getting various products out. 

“Tell me what you’re doing.” James said making her pause and look back at him through the mirror. 

“Puttinig my makeup on?”

“No,” he laughed, “like what each product does.”

“Oh,” she giggled, realising what he meant, “well this is primer, it just primes my face,” she trailed off as she started putting it on her face. 

“Makes sense,” James said, a smile tugging on his lips. He was already dressed. A pair of black pants that looked like they were made for him and a nice button down shirt that she had picked out for him last time they went shopping. 

She had done her hair, but she still needed to finish her makeup and get ready, she was currently just in a pair of tracksuit pants and an old loose top. 

“And then this is setting spray,” she explained as she sprayed it on her face. James smiled as he watched her face scrunch up at the sensation before she forced herself to relax her features. 

He had sat there throughout her whole explanation, listening intently and asking questions as she went through her routine. 

“Okay, I’ll just get dressed and I’m ready.”

James turned around as she got her dress from the hanger and started getting undressed. 

“How am I going for time?”

“We stll have fifteen minutes.”

“Perfect.”

The noise of her cloothes was rustling filled the room as they paused in conversation. But as she put her dress on, she called out to James. 

Instinctively he turned around, but when he remembered she was getting changed, he covered his eyes with his hands. 

“Sorry,” he apologised, already turning back around, “habit.” 

She giggled at him and walked over so she was standing in front of him with her back facing him. 

“Thank you, but I did want you to turn around, can you please do my zipper?”

“Oh, sure.” James stood up and pinched the end of the fabric in between his thumb and forefinger as he pulled the zipper up. 

He tried not to focus on her bare back or the way her shoulders rose and fell with each breath. 

She could feel his breath tickle the back of her nack and she tried not to focus on how close he was to her. 

“All done,” he whispered and she turned around to face him and smile, “you look beautiful.” 

“You’re all benig ridiculous,” she scoffed, “I’ve done all of those things with James and I still only see him as a brother and nothing more. I have not gotten attached and I don’t have feelings for him.”

“What about the time you spent your birthday with him?” Mary challenged and she cursed herself for ever telling her friends that. 

“Another thing you shouldn’t do,” Dorcas pointed out. 

“Happy birthday sweetheart!” James Potter’s face was filling the screen on her phone. It was 12am and he had woken her up with his call, but she didn’t mind. “I had to be the first person to wish you a happy birthday.” She smiled at him, even if he couldn’t really see it with the light from her phone being the only source of illumination. 

“Thank you, James.”

“I know we’re all going out tonight, but what’s the birthday girl’s plans for the day?”

“Not much,” she shrugged, pulling the blanket up towards her face, “everyone’s busy or at work so i’m just preparing for my birthday bash tonight.”

“That’s not good enough,” James said seriously, “I’ll come over and we’ll do somethinig.”

“No James,” she sighed, “you have work today.”

“That’s not as important as you, I’ll just take the day off.”

“I can’t ask you to do that.” 

“You’re not asking me to do it.”

“James,” She whined and he smiled at her. “I’ll come over at ten and we’ll go for brunch, sound good?” 

“I don’t expect you to do this.” 

“I know, but I want to,” he said, “believe it or not, I like spending time with you.” 

And that was apparently true because after brunch he took her to a park and laid down the spare blanket in his car on the grass so they could sit and enjoy the sunshine that he swore had come out just for her. 

And then after that he took her back to hers where he let her win at her favourite board game. He let her go home to get ready for her celebration with their friends, but after an hour he was back there to pick her up and he brought her to the restaurant. 

After she had had a few too many drinks nad was telling the girls the lengths James had gone to to make her day so special, she accidentally said, “it was like we were a couple!” And it seemed her friends weren’t going to let her forget. 

“Whatever,” she scoffed. “I was really drunk and maybe it was like we were a couple, but it doesn’t mean we are.” 

“And why aren’t you?” Lily asked.

“Because we’re just friends,” she exclaimed. 

“James wants more,” Marlene said as if it was the most casual thing in the world. 

“He does not,” she argued. 

“He has never taken a day off for my birthday, last year he didn’t even ring me until lunch time.” Marlene said. 

“I don’t think James knows any of my favourites, if he had to do all of my favourite things on my birthday I don’t think he’d know what to do,” Mary chimed in. 

“You don’t give him enough credit,” she argued, “he would know, he is just a good friend.”

“Aren’t you doing something with him tonight?” Dorcas asked. 

“Yeah,” she said, not wanting to tell them what after this conversation. 

“What are you doing?” Lily inquired, ruining her plan. 

“Stargazing.” 

There was a beat of silence.

“I swear if someone says that’s another thing you shouldn’t do then I am leaving.” 

Everyone looked at each other causing the frowning girl to sigh. 

Thankfully, the four girls changed the topic of conversation, but unfortunately, she couldn’t stop thinking about it. 

She wasn’t dumb. She knew what her feelings were, but she had such a great friendship wth James and she wasn’t willing to give it up for feelings that may not even be reciprocated. 

But maybe she was sick of the glances her friends had shared throughout the entire conversation and that they had been sharing ever since her and James had met. 

It was probably why that night when she was wrapped up in one of Jame’s jumpers that smelt like him, lying on the same mat he had brought out from his car when he had taken her to that park on her birthday she turned to him and said his name. 

“What’s up, sweetheart?” He asked, turning over to her as well. “Are you warm?”

“Yeah, thanks for lending me your jacket.” 

“Can’t have you shivering the whole night, can we? I’ve always wanted to stargaze you know,” he said, looking back up at the sky, “the stars are so pretty, although I can never see the shapes they make, maybe I need better glasses, or-”

“James?” She didn’t mean to interrupt him but she didn’t know if she’d have the confidence to go through with it if the moment passed.

“Yeah?”

She blinked slowly at him. She was gonig to do this. 

“I have to tell you something but I don’t want it to ruin our friendship.”

“Okay,” James said, his heart pounding in his chest. 

“I like you. More than a friend.”

[canonicallysoulmates]

J2 Main Panel Torcon 2022

The main panel started a little bit late because Jensen had a wardrobe malfunction, he jokes that his shirt fell off, so he had to change shirts. And Jared was an emotional mess and even cried a bit at the beginning of the panel because Tom has been at camp for the first time for the past 30 days so they haven't been able to see him or talk to him he was only allowed emails but today was his last day and only half an hour before the panel he got picked up and Jared was seeing the videos of him. And then Jensen also got emotional over it! He walked into the room to see Jared crying and Jared showed him the video and when he saw it he cried too, and then he showed Jared video of Arrow and JJ. So they were crying over their kids 🥺

When he started telling the story Jared got all teary-eyed again so Jensen rubbed his shoulder making sure his boy is okay, offering some comfort. Jared's crying, Jensen was crying, I'm crying 😭

First question comes from a fan who is re-watching the series with their boyfriend who has never seen the show before, and they want to know what is their advice to the boyfriend on what to look forward to, as well as is there a fav moment of theirs that they want him to look forward to? Jared says he really dug s6, s8, and s9. That the show just gets better. Jensen says wait for the musical. x

If they were in a Tim Burton movie which one would they be in? Jensen says The Nightmare Before Christmas, which is one of his daughters' fav movies. Jared says Edward Scissorhands.

Jensen says he could see him with the scars and the hands and the crazy hair that it's pretty much him every morning anyway...no comment 😏

Jensen has had two siblings named Sammy, which one did he like more? Jensen answers by saying that he learned a lot from his experience on Days Of Our Lives and Alison Sweeney was the one who took him in and showed him the ropes and he couldn’t have asked for a better sister to play opposite to him. But with Jared, he couldn’t have asked for a better brother to play opposite to. x

In spn Sam had long hair and Dean short, now the hair has reversed, how do they feel about that? Jared says it sounds silly but it’s a big deal, for 15yrs he had his hair long, it’s the reason he started wearing beanies. He, tells the story about being at the gym jogging on the treadmill when this girl gets on the treadmill next to him and when she's putting her info into the machine to do her workout she keeps looking at her arm- drops of Jared's sweat was falling on her because his long hair was flinging it everywhere. He says he doesn't mind having the short hair now.

Jensen says short hair is way lower maintenance but it was kind of a conscious decision from both him and the production to try and change his look a little bit so it wouldn't look like Dean playing Soldier Boy and then the long hair look kinda stuck around for a bit but that he'll probably chop it all off sooner or later. I agree with the crowd whose reaction was to go 'noooooo'.

Somehow things go from talking about their hair to Jensen's ass on The Boys, and Jensen's like "who wants to see that?" Of course, Jared raises his hand because he loves his man's booty 🍑

Jensen hopes Jared does go on The Boys because it's a lot of fun, and he hopes Jared gets the same experience he had of having to show up on his first-day butt naked in front of the cast and crew with nothing but a sock. To which Jared asks him "what size sock?" 🤣

Moving on, are the rumors true that Jensen asked for a scene with Soldier Boy to be changed, and what was it? Yes, it was and he’ll never tell. The only thing he shares about the scene in question is that he called Kripke to discuss it with him, telling him that it wasn't something he had a problem with from a creative standpoint but from a logistical one. Kripke just laughed and asked if he had found his line, and Jensen was like 'no, I'm not saying I have an issue but can we tweak it?'. At first, Kripke was just gonna scrap the scene completely but Jensen told him to keep it because he thought there was value in it from a character standpoint as well as from an entertainment standpoint so they just changed the scene.

He also mentions that he was very careful in how he approached Kripke about it because if Kripke learns he has found your line he keeps writing it, for example, the reason the character of Mother's Milk gets blasted with fluids so often is that the actor, Laz Alonzo, hates it so Kripke keeps writing it because it gets real reactions out of Laz. Like that scene from the herogasm episode- if you watch the show you know - that was a real reaction from the actor. x

Do they prefer playing the villain or the hero? Jensen answers that both are very fun to do; being the bad guy or the villain allows for a bit more exploration outside of what your normal person is; he doesn’t think most people are inherently evil so getting to do that is fun and getting to step outside the box. But playing the hero is also very satisfying as well, he grew up looking to the heroic characters and aspiring to be something like that so to get to put that suit or persona on and bring that to life in front of an audience is really fun.

Jared thinks the same. That playing a character that is good is really fulfilling and a joy to do but he loves the idea of exploring somebody who's doing really bad things thinking it's the right thing to do like the saying "everybody is the hero of their own story" so playing somebody who is clearly messed up from an objective standpoint but thinks they’re doing it for the good of the whole. That if he went on The Boys he would like it to be some crazy maniacal character like that. x

The next fan is thirsting over Jensen and being a bit flirty - I'll make the note here that Jensen does not seem uncomfortable he's joking around with the fan - and Jared makes the comment about working with these beautiful men on Walker and how he looks at them and is like "wtf have I done to myself?" Jensen was not having the self-deprecating humor, he calls Jared Fabio, says that every time he steps on stage with Jared it's like working with a romance novel cover and when the fan says Jared's the best Fabio Jensen understands the next Fabio instead and he says "the next? shoot. He's Jared. Just Jared." I 👏 love 👏 a supportive 👏 husband 💕

The fan's question is: in 20 to 30 years from now what part would they like to play? Jared says he wants to play a father, which he already does on Walker, but anyways this brings up fatherhood and Jared starts to talk about how when you're a dad you want to be with your kids all the time and in the crowd, someone shouts "don’t start crying" and Jensen was once again not having it, he very seriously shouts back "he can cry if he wants to!" and Jared gives him such a sweet hug- it’s classic j2 🥰

He continues that in 20 or 30 years he would love to be able to get a job, that he thinks for those in this life who are blessed enough to get to "advanced age" the more you grow in age and experience the more you have to offer and the more you realize how much you have to learn as well and he would love for the characters he plays to mirror that; he doesn't have a specific role in mind but Jensen jumps in and pitches Jared an idea that 10yrs from now he and Jared should redo Lonesome Dove- which I had to look up cause I have no idea what the hell that is, it's a western from the late 80's. Jared says he's in.

Y'all need to see the way Jensen pitches this to Jared because he does so while leaning back and playing with one of the buttons on his shirt like sir what are you doing? It looks like he's propositioning Jared 😂

Jensens, answer to the question, is that he doesn't think there's a certain role or type of role that he's hoping to be playing 30yrs from now that his only hope is that he’s still as sharp mentally and capable physically to allow him to play in the incredible world that he and Jared get to play in, playing in-depth characters and nuanced storylines. He comments that he’s flying to the west coast tomorrow to do a movie 👀 and says that he's realized a busy Jensen is a happy Jensen that he really, truly enjoys being on set.

Jared mentions they have a mutual friend who played Jensen's stunt double, and one time he said to Jared "man, I can’t wait to know you when you’re 60" and at the time Jared didn’t know how to take it but it’s the coolest thing he’s ever heard. x

What makes Jared’s hair so shiny? Jared says his friend Victoria makes it shiny when doing Creation cons otherwise he thinks it’s just the beanies. He asks the fan what makes her hair shiny and she replies brushing it 😂

Also, the boys start joking around, and someone in the crowd asks "can I brush your hair Jensen?" and now it's Jared who's not having it cause he goes "can you stay in your seat?" Husbands are in full force today!  x

How hard was it to leave Sam and Dean behind to go into their next role? Did they have to remind themselves that they weren't Sam or Dean, that they were Cordell or Soldier Boy? Jensen says he did; that he had some discerning eyes on him: Kripke who knew him and was very precise on what he wanted but also knew Dean very well, and Phil Sgriccia who was on set producer-director on spn for years and also knew Dean very well. Having them put pressure on him to not fall into the comfortable role of Dean Winchester, made him fight the urge to rely on that; he was consciously making an effort to steer clear of Dean.

Jared says it was similar for him. He compares it to taking like jujutsu classes, when he started on spn he was a white belt but as time passed he went learning more and went getting his other belts.

He feels he learned so much working with Jensen; in his 15yrs on spn he got to work with a super talented, super savvy actor who's a great guy. Seeing him as an actor, as a director, knowing him as a friend and as a brother both on screen and off so then when spn ended he was ready to speak a new language. He feels like there were things he would see Jensen doing on set or on camera, and specifically, the stuff he would do when he wasn’t talking- which makes Jensen wink I can't with these two

Anyways, Jared says he loves it sounds funny but he means it, and what he means is that even if it was Jared's close-up and he wouldn't be seen Jensen would be giving back all the attitude and mannerisms as if there were no cameras there so he was like "I wanna do more of that"; he grew with Jensen over 15yrs and kind of learned and studied and hit a few nice shots back when he could. To which Jensen says more than a few 🥺

Jensen brings up the 10,000-hour rule so basically if you do something for 10,000 hours you become a master of your craft. He says he and Jared became masters of that specific craft together, so if they were woodworkers they'd be masters at creating a chair but when they got off spn they were asked to make a dresser. It's different but they had to ask themselves what they could use of what they've learned from making the chair to make the dresser. x

Final question! Do they have a fav memory from when they were 16? Jared says when he turned 16 they couldn’t afford to get him insurance for him a driver's license but around 16yrs and 8 or 9 months, he got his driver's license and he remembers going on a drive for himself for the first time.

Jensen says same. He mentions he had bought a car with his own money when he was 15 so he had to wait months to be able to drive it. Legally. Because he did take it for a ride before getting his license. One night, his parents went away for their anniversary and left him and his siblings by themselves, and as soon as they left Jensen went for a drive, ignoring his brother's warning that he was gonna get in trouble which he did because his dad had checked the mileage and he noticed there was an extra 82 miles in the car. Part of his punishment was that he couldn't drive the first two days after he turned 16. x

The reason for this question is because the fan recently turned 16 so to wrap up the panel Jensen and the band sing the fan, and Jared, happy birthday 🎂

And that was Torcon! It was great, with lots of classic j2 and little moments and casual touches between the boys.

J2 Main Panel Torcon

[wheeler-beretta-harwood]

Show-Off (Cash Wheeler x Reader)

A/N: I still cannot forget that little video Cash posted of him doing that back roll-handstand thing. So here's a little something of going to the gym with my talented, hot, bragging sweetheart.

Warning: suggestive

"You have a weird sense of what makes a good date." You said as you entered the gym, your bag slung over your shoulder.

He just cheekily grinned at you. "You know, I thought it would be good to share our daily lives more. Next time, you get to drag me to one of your fancy art classes." He said while winking at you.

"Don't think I'll forget that. I'm going to laugh so hard about your 'painting', I know that already." You retorted before parting ways with your boyfriend and heading for the locker rooms.

When you returned, Cash was already waiting for you, two water bottles in his hands. "Here, Babe, you're gonna need it." A cocky smile was plastered on his face as he handed you one of the bottles, and as much as you hated working out, you were focused on impressing him at least a bit. He noticed your determination with the way you narrowed your eyes, and was happy that his plan had worked. First, he thought about this as a way to spend more time with you while you were visiting him at AEW. Then, he realized it was a great opportunity to check you out and admire your body. And lastly, he liked the idea of bonding with you over some sporty activity.

You both headed for the treadmills and got on one each, next to each other. Of course, Cash set his just a little faster than you set yours. Not that you minded though, you wanted to spend most of the time running, so no need to push yourself to the limit right away. The two of you talked for the first few minutes, until you irritated your man by turning away from him...and skipping sideways on the treadmill.

"What are you doing, Babe? Annoyed with me already?" He playfully asked, while shamelessly checking out your butt.

"Nope, but I saw this on TV once." After some time, you turned another 90 degrees and were now running backwards, almost falling down in the process. A gasp escaped your lips, and Cash tried to catch you. "Whoa, easy now. Seen this on TV too?"

"Yep."

He just shook his head at you, smiling from ear to ear as he watched you still struggling to find a rhythm. You were adorably clumsy, he thought. Then, he checked the time to see how much longer he needed to run until he could finally get off to lift some weights. He wanted to brag in front of you, and he knew you loved his arms.

"This is so much easier." You said while turning yet another time, now facing in Cash's direction. He looked at you with a raised eyebrow, silently judging your weird workout.

You sighed before you finally explained. "Don't laugh about me, okay? I've seen that YEARS ago while watching the 'Girls of the Playboy Mansion'. One of them did this and explained it's been doing wonders for her ass. So...I'm trying to get the same results. Her butt was AMAZING." You emphasized between heavy breathing.

A hearty laughter left his mouth while you furrowed your brow at him. "Hey, I said don't laugh!"

"I'm just imagining you in your younger years, watching the crappiest reality TV shows! Were those your slutty years? Did you try to find yourself a sugar daddy?" He replied, chuckling the whole time, while getting off the treadmill.

You let yourself slide off yours as well and came to a stand next to him. You wanted to leave a smart comment as well, teasing him on how he missed your naughtiest of times, but he started talking before you.

"Babe, if there is a perfect butt on this planet, it's yours. No playmate could ever compare." He said while grabbing said ass and giving it a light squeeze.

You gasped, but smiled at his comment nonetheless.

"Hmmm, I always thought your butt was the best on the planet..." You replied, still flustered by his compliment.

He grinned down at you. "I'm a close second, but you win." Then, he quickly pressed his lips against your forehead. "Imma head over and lift some weights...if you wanna watch. Might even take my shirt off." He informed you as he winked and then walked away from the treadmill area.

Even though he couldn't see it, you still rolled your eyes at his comment...and made sure you could at least glance in his direction every once in a while from your treadmill. Then you hopped back on it and started running again, like a normal person this time.

However, you felt yourself rather distracted by your man, who of course noticed you trying to secretly check him out every single time you looked over. He'd smile, hold the weights up just a little longer than necessary, and he even took his shirt off as promised, so you could see him flex in his tank top.

Cash honestly wanted to stop at some point and focus on his workout, but the way he'd catch you checking him out from head to toe as if you had never seen him before, the way you'd always nervously look away when your eyes met across the room, it all boosted his confidence.

He might not want to admit it, but he was very self-conscious about the way he looked. He was used to being told he was too short, too thick, too hairy...just too unappealing. And then you came along. Loved him the way he was. Even got angry with him once when he had shaved his upper body. Told him his thighs were making you dumb. Complimented him on how good he looked, when he was wearing a plain shirt and some sweatpants. Cash had never felt so loved and appreciated, and sometimes couldn't believe how lucky he got when he met you. It was like the whole universe aligned just for him this once, to give him what he needed.

He smiled to himself and looked in your direction once more, but the smile turned into a low chuckle as he realized he got you all flustered again. He decided to tease you a little more, put his weights down and grabbed the yoga mat. Then he went over to the training area, made sure to find a spot where you could still see him, spread the mat and took his shoes off, before sitting down on the floor, waiting for your eyes to search for him.

And they did. When you noticed he wasn't lifting weights anymore, you were relieved for a moment, because you thought you could now focus on getting your workout in. But when you looked for him, and found him sitting on a yoga mat, smiling brightly in your direction, you knew you were fucked. Whatever he had in mind, it'd be worse than flexing his arms for you. You watched him do a back roll, straight into a headstand, keeping his balance while walking on his hands. The way his top slipped down just enough to reveal his lower back and the way his arms looked massive in this position was enough for you to jump of the treadmill and move over to him. God, he was such a show-off. You knew he was athletic, he could do some wicked shit, stuff he'd never use in the ring because of the style they wrestled. But he was just bragging now. For you.

And it worked.

Cash didn't see you approaching him as he was facing the other direction, but he heard your angry footsteps get closer and closer. When he heard you clear your throat to get his attention, he moved back onto his feet and smiled at you, eyebrows playfully raised.

"Go get your shit, Cash. We're finishing this workout in our hotel room." You sternly said to him, and his smile just got brighter.

"But Babe, I'm not done yet." He teasingly replied, mentally highfiving himself when he saw your eyes narrow ever so slightly at him. "Just a few more sets okay?"

You slowly ran your hands along his arms, all the way up to his shoulders before one of them moved down and lightly squeezed his pecs. "Okay. I just thought I could show you my slutty years are indeed now...but you get your training in, I can get the job done myself." You said before patting his left cheek and walking away from him, while making sure you seductively swayed your hips with every step.

Cash looked at your frame for a few seconds, before swallowing hard and hastily putting his shoes back on. "Wait for me, Babe!" He yelled as he rushed after you. He had lost this teasing battle, he thought for a second. Then he smiled to himself, thinking about how he'd still get the price.

[simply-trash5]

PuppetBoy

Okay Kankuro simps, got some more juice for ya! Seriously this was so fun to write. It is a college AU about Kankuro and a reader. I am pretty proud of it. I would love to write some things for you so PLEASE request. Seriously. I’ll even try smut (I’ve never written it before so we’ll see how it goes). Drop them in the ask box and if you like what you read you should totally tell me because i am a self conscious bean.

What the hell is that noise? You think to yourself as you look around. It sounded terrible. Whatever car was making that noise was definitely on it’s last leg. You nod your head realizing it was the same guy you see everyday parked across from the education building at your college. You could hear loud metal playing from the speakers and the windows shaking as he pulled into the lot. He jumped out,slammed the door and gave the tire a swift kick. Wow he’s kinda cute. He stood almost 6 ft. tall and had on a black hoodie that hung lightly over his brown hair. His black jeans had rips in the knees and you could see he was wearing scuffed black DocMartens. You continued to follow him with your eyes as he passed you walking toward the theatre building. He had an eyebrow ring and gauges. Oh shit, I think he caught me staring. He looked at you, scoffed and kept walking toward the theatre building. Is he a theatre major? You wondered to yourself. Maybe he just has to take a fine art credit. Letting your thoughts wander you pulled the straps on your bookbag tighter and walked to your class in the education building. 

The class seemed to drag on forever, and you knew after that you had to go to your nannying job which would take up most of the evening. You wished that you didn’t have to have a job, but unfortunately scholarships didn’t cover all of your tuition. You grabbed your keys from your pocket and headed toward the parking lot. Climbing into your car you started the engine and began making your way to your job. You loved kids, so nannying was a great gig for you. When you arrived at the home of a doctor in your area you were greeted by a small boy with a large grin. “Ms. Y/N, can we go to the children’s theater today? Mom said we could go if it was okay with you, she even left my booster seat so you can drive!” You giggled and shrunk down to his height. “Well if your mom says it's okay, it's fine by me. Let’s grab your jacket and booster seat and we will leave.” The small child ran into the house. His mother approached you. “Thank you so much for watching Trevor,I know he is a handful but i'm rather fond of him.” You gave her a huge smile and told her that it was no problem and explained that you were going to take him to the children's theatre. She said her goodbyes and you walked into the house to retrieve the boys booster seat so that you all could make the 4:00 production of the Three Little Pigs. 

The little boy sitting in front of you on the floor giggled wildly as a wolf puppet “ran” off stage. You smiled down at him. The curtains closed and the crowd gave them a round of applause. The stage hands and puppeteers began to disassemble the set so that they could get ready for the next show when you saw a familiar face. It's car boy. You smiled in his direction, and didn’t realize you may have looked at him a little too long. “Hey, take a picture, it will last longer.” The mysterious boy gave you an annoyed look and a blush began to creep up your face. He was wearing a tight black tshirt that showed off his muscular arms and his tattoo of a sandtimer on his forearm. “Come on Trevor, lets head home,” you said steering the young boy out of the theatre.

“Oh my god what did you say back?” your friend was screeching on the other side of the phone. “Well, see, I just kinda left.” you explained not wanting to relive the embarrassing moment. “Y/N, you have got to do something tomorrow. You’re going to see him in the parking lot and you don’t want it to be weird.” You were twirling your hair around your finger staring at your phone. “Y/N are you still there?” You snapped back to reality, “yeah, I think I will buy him a cup of coffee. I’m sure he never sleeps like the rest of us. He is a college student.” You both finished your conversation and you got ready for bed. You set your alarm early so that you could go to a coffee shop and grab him a coffee to make up for the awkward run-ins you had the last few days. 

“God its early” you whined to yourself but got ready anyway. You had to make a better impression on puppet boy. You gathered your things and headed out the door and made your way to a local coffee shop. You grabbed your latte and then decided it was best to just give him black coffee. You drove to your college thinking about the handsome stranger all the way there. His brown hair was shaggy and fell right into his eyes, which you melted at the thought of his hair being pushed out of his face. Your mind started to drift to what your next move would be as you pulled into the parking lot. Okay, it's 7:45 he should be here any minute. Shit what should I do? In a moment of extreme confidence you grabbed a pen out of your backpack and messily scribbled your phone number on the side of the paper cup. God I hope this works. You took a deep breath and stepped out of the car. You could hear him coming for at least a mile. Alright Y/N you cannot chicken out now. He rolled in and slammed his car door as he had every morning for the earlier part of the semester. It's now or never, you've got this shit. You beelined toward his car. He realized you were approaching and looked at you with a strange face. You immediately got nervous. You just sat the coffee cup on the hood of his car, turned on your heel, and quickly walked to the education building. “HEY! HEY COME BACK!” You heard him calling after you as you continued on your way to class cursing yourself the entire time.

Buzz

You grabbed your phone from your pocket. An unknown number had sent you a text. “How do I know you didn’t drug this coffee so you can turn my corpse into a puppet?” you laughed at the text and a blush spread over your cheeks. “Now why would I do that?” you replied. You typed “Also that is oddly specific” “What can I say, I like puppets?” The conversation continued for the next few days. You saw him a few times on campus but you never spoke in person. He would send you funny memes and videos at all hours of the night. Apparently puppetboy is a night owl. “Um btw, we’ve been talking for days and I still don’t know your name. What should I call you.” “My name is Kankuro.” “Well Kankuro, my name is Y/N. Its nice to put a name with a face.”

Shit I’m never gonna finish this run. You thought to yourself as you continued to run on the treadmill. You had your headphones in and music blaring. You loved to run and hadn’t been to the gym in a few days due to all of your nannying obligations. Okay, only a half mile more to go, you thought to yourself as you pushed your body to keep running. Out of nowhere you felt a large calloused hand on your shoulder. You snapped your head “Hey listen creep I-” before you knew it you were falling only to be caught by Kankuro. “Y/N you falling for me already?” Kankuro flirted giving you a tight smirk. You were shocked, not only by the fall, but by the arms around you. They were strong and helped steady you with ease. He was wearing a dark grey tank top which showed his muscles and tattoo off wonderfully. His legs were muscular too and looked amazing in the black shorts he was wearing. In his other hand he had a pair of boxing gloves. You began to blush and he realized you were staring at him, imagining what he looked like under that tank top. Your hand crept up to your neck where you fiddled with your necklace. He gave you a small chuckle. “I’ve got to go spar with my buddy, but if you want to you can meet me out front in an hour.” You smiled and shook your head and he turned and walked away. The shorts hugged his bottom perfectly and the tank top showed his shoulder muscles. You could see another tattoo on his back. Was it puppet strings? You pursed your lips and began to blush. I would love to see those strings up close. 

The hour wait seemed like the longest hour of your life. You waited out in front of the gym as he came bounding out the door. He was sweating and his shaggy hair was sticking to his forehead. He walked over to his car and opened the door. It made a horrendous screech as it opened and you stifled a laugh. “Whats so funny princess? Just for that we gotta walk to get food.” You blushed. Did he just call me princess? Why was that so hot? “Come on, I’m starving,” he said and began walking down the sidewalk. You walked hurriedly to match his long strides. Damn my short legs. “So Kankuro, where are we going?” he gave you a crooked grin. “Its a surprise.” You giggled and retorted “well how do I know you’re not trying to get me alone and turn my corpse into a puppet?” He gave you a devilish grin, “Well sweetheart lets find out.” Another pet name. Your face turned bright red and you stared at the sidewalk. You approach a deli that you frequent with your friends. “I love this place,” you exclaimed. “Well don’t be weird and actually order some food. I like a girl with an appetite.” You laughed and smiled. You ordered your usual and he ordered grabbing your food and heading outside to a table. You both began eating and chatting casually about your lives. You found out he loves horror movies, especially ones that feature creepy dolls or puppets. You also learned that he has a lot of horror memorabilia in his apartment and that he rarely sleeps. He boxes to keep himself busy when hes not working as a children’s puppeteer. He is studying theatre with concentrations in stage management and special effects makeup. “Kankuro, thats really fucking cool,” you said and began to tell him about yourself. You were studying to be a teacher and nannying as a job to make money for college. You lived in an apartment around the corner from the deli with a friend. “So Kankuro I noticed the sand timer on your arm, do you have any other tattoos?” He gave you another devilish grin.”Yeah I have a back piece that is marionette strings. I’ve loved puppets since I was little so I thought it would be cool. Do you have any tattoos?” You blushed. You stood and pulled up your athletic top to show a tattoo of your family's crest on your hip. You had to pull your shorts down ever so slightly revealing your black lacy underwear. He looked at the tattoo and then back to your face. “Thats a nice one,” he said and rubbed the back of his neck. The conversation continued and you all talked more about your semester and your family. You laughed and told him about how you liked to run and also about how you thought it was cool he was a boxer. “Maybe one day we can spar angel,” he flashed a smile in your direction and you smiled back at the thought. You both got up from the table and threw your trash away. It was dark and cool. You pulled your jacked tighter around your shoulders. “I guess I am going to walk home and let you get back to the gym.” Kankuro shook his head ���absolutely not doll, its dark and I’m walking you home.” You blushed. Another pet name, this boy is gonna be the death of me. 

You began walking toward your apartment and your hands brushed several times by accident. “Damn Y/N if you wanted to hold my hand that bad all you had to do was ask. I aim to please.” You blushed and then punched Kankuro. “Still want to spar?” you said cheekily. You both walked in silence but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was as if you had known him your whole life. The comfort of him walking beside you felt so nice. “Well this is my apartment.” You sighed and reached for the door. 

BAM

The door slammed shut and you noticed a strong arm beside your face. Kankuro looked down at your lips and smirked. You began to blush. The tension was so thick. I swear im going to pass out. Your heart began racing as he leaned into you. Your back was pressed against the glass of the door with a strong arm beside your head. His other hand made its way to your tattooed hip, he drew circles over your ink with his calloused thumb. His hands were so large that you could feel his fingertips on your back. The heat rose to your cheeks. He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss against your lips. He pulled back, his hand still burning a hole into your hip bone. You opened your eyes to see a smirked Kankuro. You were in shock when he reached his other hand to brush a stray piece of hair out of your face. Your thoughts raced, you wanted nothing more to bring him up to your apartment and let him give you that devilish grin some more. 

“Guess I’m not a killer princess. Text me.” He chuckled, turned on his heel and walked back toward the gym. You watched him until he walked out of sight. You were ready to see him again and maybe see more of that back tattoo.

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #325

tired of seeing me in the survey tag yet? lmao me too

Would you date someone who’s shorter than you? I have absolutely never understood why there would be any correlation between someone's height and whether or not you would date the person because of it. What, do you think the person has any control over that? So basically, yes, I would, without a second thought. Have you ever fallen in love on the Internet? "Fallen in love," no. I had to meet Sara first to see how we meshed in the same environment. Have you ever had a crush on your best friend’s sweetie? Yes, hence the Joel mess. Have you ever had a controlling boyfriend? No. Good luck getting me to date someone like that. Can guys be sluts? Who the fuck cares so long as the person is safe and open with their partner. Ever had a crush on your best girlfriend? Twice now, haha. Would you ever kiss someone who’s taken? No, I'm not that kind of person. Do you mind being the third wheel? I don't care, really, so long as my friend doesn't totally ignore me. I very much enjoy seeing people in love. Has a kiss ever made you weak in the knees? Yes. Have you ever been in a love triangle? No, and I absolutely would not if I was aware. You pick me or you leave me alone. Do you feel comfortable buying condoms? I've never had to, but I'd probably feel a hint of awkwardness. Have you ever run into your ex with his/her new partner? No, and the only case where that would be a problem would be with Jason. I know in my heart I would feel at least some hatred towards her. Have you ever felt guilty after doing something sexual? Yep, when I was first actually getting truly sexual and felt like I was betraying my "abstinence." Would you stay friends with your sweetie’s friends if you broke up? I'm still friends with Jacob, mine and Jason's former roommate and his then-close friend. So yeah. Where do you see yourself in 5 years? I hope more than words can explicate that I have a stable job that I love, my driver's license, and my own place with a long-term partner, since I think living alone would be very detrimental to me. I also hope I have much better control over my social anxiety. Oh, and can I PLEASE be fit again? What was the last thing you bought for less than a dollar? No idea. Who was the last person in your bed? My niece Aria was sitting on it with me. I miss Misty's kids. Do you have a nice phone? Not particularly, but it does the job. Is Marilyn Manson creepy or cool? I find him creepy in a cool way, haha. Well, at least aesthetically. With his recent sexual assault (or abuse? idr) allegations however, I don't know how I feel about him because I don't know the facts. I really should actually read up about it. Regardless, I love his music; he's one of my favorite musical artists. Do you like talking to strangers? Depends on my mood and the person. Do you have OCD? Yes. Are you clumsy or graceful? I'm clumsy as all getout. Have you ever ran into a door because you didn’t know it was closed? Haha, no. Have you ever woke up and didn’t know where you were? After my cyst removal surgery, I was confused for a moment or so. Do you own a Wii? Yep. Do you like to talk about yourself? Depends on with whom, the subject, and my mood. Has anyone ever called you conceited? No; I'm very much on the other end of the spectrum. Tattoos or piercings? I love both, but tats win. Have you ever had ants ruin your picnic? I’ve never had a picnic. At least that I remember. What’s the last gross movie/show/video you saw? Recently, I watched The Dark Den dissect his recently-deceased tarantula to figure out why she died. It was serious impaction, and it was disgusting. Would you rather live in a huuuge house or a little cozy one? A lil cozy one! Not TOO small, though. I'd feel claustrophobic. Have you ever blow dried something other then your hair? Maybe? What is your favorite piece of equipment at gyms? Treadmills. Do you have a tutor for anything? No. Does your sibling(s) have braces? My older sister did for a little while. Did you tell your last girlfriend/boyfriend that you love them? Yes. What was the last thing your parents got mad at you for? Apparently I somehow forgot to wipe crumbs off the kitchen counter. Have you ever had a bathing suit fall off of you while swimming? Not a suit, no, but when I wore bikinis and I jumped into the pool, it's happened before where my top would go up. I'd obviously fix it super quick. Do your pets have favorites? I'm absolutely Roman's favorite, but he loves Mom, too. I'm the only one who interacts with Venus. What’s the longest you’ve ever liked someone without telling them? A very long time. I had a big crush on Girt my freshman year, and some time after Jason, my crush for him came back, but he didn't ask me out until years later. Turns out we'd been friends just too long and the relationship felt too weird for me, so I broke up with him after I think... four months or so? We're still great friends. That's my bro. Did you prank anyone on April Fool’s Day? I never do anymore. I don't like pranks. What’s the sweetest thing a gf/bf can do to get you to forgive them? Changed behavior. Do you dislike when surveys ask to describe your underwear? Well, I'm almost always in my pajamas, sooo I generally don't even have any at that moment. Did you check to see how much fat/calories was in the last thing you ate? No. If the last person you kissed gave you roses, what would you do? Blush and thank her. Anything happened lately that you never expected to? "Never?" No. Are you the person you thought you’d be when you were younger? I'm a massive disappointment and embarrassment to that little girl. Are you a confrontational person, or the peacekeeper? I am absolutely a peacekeeper. I avoid confrontation like the plague. The last time you did something with BOTH of your parents was? They've been divorced since I was I think 17 and I am now 25, so... Do you like pumpkin pie? Absolutely not. Do you believe in any conspiracies? I am 100% sold on that the government had some involvement in 9/11. Look into the evidence - there is an overwhelming amount. There are others that I consider as possible, but no others do I absolutely believe. I'm around 50/50 on the simulation theory. Do you have a little sister? What’s her name? Yeah, Nicole. Have you ever changed yourself to impress someone? Who? Nah. Who was the last person you gave up on? Why did you give up on them? Colleen. We simply butted heads way too much, and she just had this volatile meanness towards others I couldn't watch anymore. What was the last thing you printed? Is there even ink in your printer? Probably a paper for when I was in school. I don't know if our printer does. Have you ever gotten your nails done? Or do you get them done regularly? Yeah, with Colleen and then another time with my sisters. It was really just to hang with them, though. It's not something I'm interested in. Have you been outside yet today? What were you doing? Nope. When was the last time you got a new bed? Is your bed comfy? Not since I was an older teen did I get Mom's bed, but it wasn't new. This was actually her parents' bed, too. Well I mean, the mattress obviously isn't that old, but the bed itself is pretty ancient. It's comfy enough. Do you remember the first time you ever drove a car? Who were you with? Yes: on the dead-end road that led to our old house. I was with Mom obviously and probably my sister, since I think I did it on the way home from school. Do any of your friends drink excess amounts of alcohol? Do you? Not to my knowledge. I definitely don't. Have you ever been in handcuffs? Why, exactly? Yes, because it's mandatory when being transported to a mental hospital. What’s your favorite thing to do when drunk? Would you do this sober? Never been drunk before. When was the last time you bled? What happened? Well it's my time of the month, so. Are you a fan of dogs? Do you have any pets? I love dogs, but don't currently have one as a pet. Mom's looking intently. How often do you bathe? I'm going to be completely transparent and say not as much as I should. Doing my hair is fine, but moving all around, bending and propping my legs up exhausts my legs so much that I avoid showers as long as I can take it or until I have to go somewhere. I want strength back in my body. So. Badly. Do you have any tattoos? What, where and why? I have six that I'm not all explaining, but locations: right upper arm, right inner wrist, left inner forearm, left upper arm, right collarbone, left breast. What do you wear to bed at home? Pajama pants and a tank top. What do you wear to bed when you're somewhere else? Pj pants, tank top, and usually a bra, depending on where I'm at and with who. Do you have any phobias? What? Why do you think you have this/them? I have a lot, but I'll discuss my strangest/strongest: pregnancy, maggots, parasites, and whale sharks. Pregnancy would be because a fetus is technically parasitic, and, to cover that topic, I'm just generally terrified of anything living in MY body. I also find it absolutely disgusting to see a baby move from the outside. I will actually scream if I see this, and that is not an exaggeration. I'm afraid of maggots (larva in general, really) because I think they're just disgusting, and I once brought something in from outside and put it in my dresser (idr why), and one day I opened it and reached in for something just to find lots of little larva squirming around. That's when it started. Now, whale sharks: it's literally because of World of Warcraft, hahaha. There's an underwater zone in the game where they roam as boss enemies, and their mouths look so weird and are actually a bit toothy. Irl, they just have mouths that are just way too big for my comfort. I know they're entirely harmless, but still. If you could ask God (to atheists - IF there was one) one question, what? "Why." Why so much evil, pain, and unfairness. Briefly describe your family. Kinda broken, but still loving and try to stay close. Big "ohana" mood: everyone's loyalty is endless. Where do you stand on the death penalty? For it in extreme cases. Where do you stand on wearing fur? Disgusting and horribly morbid unless for survival purposes in cold climates. Could you kill somebody? In self-defense, yes. What are your political beliefs (anarchy, communism, democracy etc.)? I just say I'm Independent. My beliefs stretch over so many titles; plus, I'm not very educated on all types and what they entail. What, if anything, WOULD you sacrifice your life for? To save those I love most. How would your ideal partner look? *shoves picture of Mark Fischbach in ur face* Would you ever have an affair? Nope. I'm telling you: pick me or leave me be. I'm not a side-chick. Would you ever have a one night stand? Also no. What one thing would you change in this world (free Tibet, abolish Sweden)? Honestly... probably abolish all militaries. I do not in the least support war, and it's just... sad to know countries stand ready to kill the moment they "need" to. Distrust seems to make the world go 'round. Sure, a country may try to rebuild them in secrecy, but that's a preeeetty big thing to succeed in keeping under wraps. "But what if a terrorist or something rises?" I'm quite sure we could handle that without an full-on army. Maybe I'm not well-informed on this topic, but I've just never supported military presence. I WANT TO MAKE IT CLEAR AS DAY, I have endless respect for veterans and aspiring soldiers, because I DO understand the mentality of wanting to protect your home, but yeah. I just wish it wasn't a thing. Would you ever choose a career or job where your life was at risk? Nope. Do you have any famous relatives? Ancestors, yes, and I have a distant cousin who wrote a fantastic book, if that counts. Are you a loyal member of any organizations? No. Desired weight: At MOST 140. :/ I'd like to be closer to 120, but I'll take 140. What are your opinions on marijuana legalization? Legalize it, but treat it similarly to alcohol, like prohibiting driving high, obviously. What do you think about tipping at restaurants? Tip a minimum, and THEN increase according to service quality. Are you addicted to anything? Soda. Would you ever get back together with any of your exes? Yes. Never mind what gender you ARE, what gender do you WANT to be? I'm a female and content with that. Do you ever feel ashamed revealing your age? Yes, considering how behind I am in just being an adult. What does your parents call you? Generally just "Britt." Mom occasionally still calls me "Twinkie." ;-; Has anyone ever threatened you with a knife? Wow, no. Do you ever watch The Simpsons? No. What’s the last thing to make you scream? Truly scream, a mix of depression and anger. I screamed into my pillow. Do you play games with boys/girls, like ‘hard to get’? I'm an adult. I'm a tease in some romantic situations, but "hard to get" is definitely the wrong term.

[dickmedownmendess]

His Lucky Charm

I’ve never done an imagine so I’m just taking a stab at it. I’ve really taken a liken to Baby Brash™ so I figured why the hell not, I’m just going to write an imagine about loving on him and see where it takes me.

Connor x Reader

Summary; when the going gets tough, the tough get going...or snuggle with their girlfriend to make it better. 

Warnings; fluff (as fluffy as I can make it), maybe a tad bit of smut (because i'm a freaky girl *wink wink*) & minor cursing

Words; 3.1k

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I do not own this photo.*

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To express the day Connor was having into a couple of words would be: a Monday. From the start of his day he was rushing, because his alarm didn’t go off since it died—as a result of falling asleep on FaceTime with you—so he skipped out on breakfast to accommodate with the schedule. Haven been on the tour with Shawn for quite sometime now, he was accustomed to Shawn’s busy agenda. However, today he just couldn’t fall into pace with what was going on. 

The gym they went to was fairly pack, and all he wanted to do was jog a little, but everyone decided cardio was their main focus, leaving only free treadmill available, and it didn’t even work properly. At the time, to take the edge off of his rising blood pressure—and growling stomach—he ordered a smoothie. It was terrible. And as if the morning couldn’t get any worse, he left his phone at the hotel to let it charge. The morning felt like a full day alone, as he awaited his team members and Shawn to finish lifting. 

The rainy afternoon brought a small amount of better luck, his phone had enough juice that he could talk to you. His first message being;

Brashy: I’m tired of this fucking day. I need you back. 

You were immediately enlightened to the kind of day he was having. Also answering why he took so long to text you. (Not that you were upset, he just had a routine of sending you a good morning text at the same time every single day since you two have been dating).

Babygirl; aww B, stay strong, it’ll get better. You need a booty pic to take the pain away?

He knew your sense of humor, so the likelihood of getting an actual ass pic was slim (although he actually could use one), but it was still soothing to him that you knew how to put a smile on his face during troubling times. It did make the rainy day relatively more gloomier, his desire to be snuggled with you in a comfortable bed, listening to the rain, and music—it was strong enough to have him calling quits on this tour, but that was just his crazy mind-talk. 

While out for lunch with Shawn and the crew, the waitress served everyone’s food, placing a plate in front of him, he looked at it confusingly. “I, um,” he stammers glancing over at Shawn who was equally confused as to what they gave him, “I didn’t order this ma’am.” He politely informs, handing the plate back to her. She was extremely apologetic, and reassuring that they would get his correct order out straight away. He tried his best not to look frustrated, but his patience was wearing thin. 

“You’re just having one of those days, aye?” Shawn questions after noticing the annoyance that unconsciously displayed on his blemishless face. He had witnessed all the mishaps that came at the young photographer. 

Sighing heavily, Connor rolls his eyes, “you have no idea. It’s like if it’s not one thing, it’s another.” He mutters. 

“Well be glad there’s no concert today, so after this we’ll have one more meeting and you’ll be free as a bird to go hide in a box before any more bad things happen to you.” Shawn teases earning a nudge from Connor. 

Connor finally received what he ordered, and as he expected, it wasn’t good. He still ate it however, not wanting to go into the last meeting hungry since he overheard Andrew saying it would be a longer one. 

“To kill two birds with one stone, we’re deliberating on the documentary progress, and plans for the next leg of the tour.” Shawn told him as they traveled to the building. 

The meeting was a little delayed since they had to wait on men they are partnering with to produce the documentary. Connor’s knee bounced in anticipation, his fingers tapping on the wooden table. He was mostly fidgety because he was freezing, with the combination of rain that got on him and the cold air conditioned room, and the lack of extra layers he wore—it was the middle of summer, he dressed according to the season—he was inconveniently underdressed. But as time went by his shirt dried, and his body adjusted to the climate. The meeting was going smoothly, to his dismay. He had earned a few compliments for his excellent videography, and he hadn’t made any mistakes, or caused any accidents as the men talked amongst the large round table. His hopeful thinking was thought about too, however, because as soon as the time to review the documentary he was producing came up, the lack of good luck he was having refreshed his memory. It took an IT technician, and fifteen added minutes—to an already prolonged meeting—to get the video working, but ultimately they were able to watch, discuss and critique what changes should be made. Ending the meeting to everybody’s relief. Especially Connor’s. 

“Hey Con, we’re going to change and go to a club here in town. You tagging along?” Shawn asked on their way out of the conference room. Connor glances down at his silent phone, a trace of concern rising since he hadn’t gotten a single notification from you. 

“Nah, I’m going to sit this one out and check in on y/n.” He ensures with a soft smile. 

Shawn purses his lips, giving a cheeky grin, “aw, young love. You gotta love it man.” Connor pushes off his mockery, but the burn in his cheeks only intensifies the tall singer’s notions as he messes with him all the way to the truck. 

On the way to the hotel Connor checks his social media in hopes of finding you on there doing something that would justify why you haven’t replied to any of his messages. He wouldn’t usually obsess over your whereabouts, trying to keep an open mind that you are as equally busy as he is. But today was just a tough day that required your attention a lot more than what he was receiving. This was also the first time that he had spent more than a week away from you, seeing as you had came on the tour with him for the first couple of weeks, but you had to return home for summer classes. 

The downpour had intensified since the meeting resulting in Connor’s entire body getting drenched on his way into the hotel. The exhaustion weighed heavy in his limbs, with the amount of misfortune he dealt with in one day, he felt like he ran a marathon. His only request at this point was to hear your voice, take the dripping clothes off, and try again tomorrow. 

As he made his way to his room, he could hear the muffled sound of music being played inside. His eyebrows knit together in confusion as he glanced to the other unbothered guys entering their own rooms in a hurry to get out of their wet clothes. Shawn and Brian were the only ones who stopped briefly to flash him their goofy smiles. 

His breath hollowed out as he quietly pushed the door open, the sound of the vinyl player increasing from across the room. A smile spread across his lips immediately as he closes the door without disrupting you. His heart fluttered as he took you in where he stood in the entrance. A t-shirt of his adorned your torso, stopping just short enough that your butt was peaking out, and your legs were bare extended up in the air, crossed at the ankles. You lay on your stomach, your eyes cast down at the book, scanning intently across the pages, engulfed into the text. 

Clear of disturbing the peace, he slips off his shoes, his cold, wet socks squishing across the ground as he peels out of his shirt. Before goes to interrupt you his photographer-sensors go off, knowing he has to capture the palatable moment on his phone.

You were far too deep into the world of literature to detect his presence, until the warmth of his body weighs into your backside. Your body twitches under him in surprise, before you breathed out a muffled laugh into the book your head was pressed into. 

“Hi precious.” You mumble, your laugh growing as his fiery kiss heated the side of your neck, shoulder, ear...everywhere. You felt acutely ridiculous for how excited your body was reacting in his grasp, as though you weren’t being held by him not even a full week ago-as it seemed. 

He lifts his face from your neck to a breath, “hi baby.” He whispers close to your ear. You take the time he breaks away to turn your head, peering at him from your peripheral. The grey sky illuminating light from the drawn back curtains, splashed over his marvelous features. You loved what you saw even in your strained view. He lays his hands on either side of your head to hoist himself up so you could spin into a more comfortable position underneath him. 

His jean clad legs itched atop yours, the wetness you felt from them diverted your attention away from his warm lips pressing into yours. 

“Mm-Connor.” You mumbled under his velvet lips. He ignores you, positioning himself so he had even more access to your mouth that he so deliciously worked on, tongue playing with yours strategically. You couldn’t deny the very-missed kiss was pulling your attention away from his wet jeans, but as he pressed his erection directly at your core, which was only covered by the skimpy panties, your attention was back on the minor issue. 

You gasp into his mouth, grabbing his cheeks and pushing his face back. “Connor David.” You exhale, laughter lacing your words. 

His cheeks are red, and his eyes vivid even in the dimly lit room. “What babe.” He says almost impatiently, but in a soft tone. 

“Your jeans are cold as fuck, and itching me.” You giggle, rubbing your hands across his wet jean clad butt, he moves away from your touch also snickering. 

Removing himself from off of you, your body shivers at the discard of his warmth. He tugs the belt, keeping his eyes steady on you, you smirk scooting back on the bed until your back is against the headboard. You watch intently. Admiring every ounce of your boyfriend. 

“Don’t ever leave me hanging like that again.” He demands gently. 

You cock a brow at him, confused by his meaning. The jeans fall to his ankles, his tight boxers and erection greeting you at eye level. “I thought something happened to you when you hadn’t respond.” He clarifies, at which you almost didn’t comprehend, too mesmerized by the v-lines dipping into his erected boxer. 

You blink back into reality, nodding your head with understanding. “I’m sorry baby, I just figured, why give you a booty pic via text message when you can have the real thing right here in front of you.” Your voice dips into a seductive tone, eyes lowering in a sensual way. He loved the way you lowered your eyes and looked at him through your long lashes. 

He wonders how his dick and heart hasn’t fell out of his body, but he puts it to the side as he crawls back into the bed so he could be with you. 

The lust that coursed through him, subsides as he takes in the harmonious voice of Daniel Caesar, singing Best Part. He replaces your spot, leaning against the headboard as you rest your head on his chest. His muscles loosened instantly, heartbeat decelerating like he just got shot by a tranquilizer. 

Caressing your cheek, he looks down at you. “I’m so glad you’re here. You really do make hard days better.” He admits never breaking his gaze on you. 

You two were still fairly new in your relationship; you guys talked for several months while he was still attending classes at UCLA. But then he had to tie you down, proposing going steady a few months before he started the tour with Shawn. The sweet confessions came, but they were only occasional. And by occasional—you mean when you two are posting sweet little nothings about each other on social media. Although you both were sincere in what was posted, you two rarely voice how much you really do care for one another. Even if it’s visible how much you do.  

It made your entire body hot, your heart fluttering as he places a chaste kiss on your lips, almost in a way to let it be known it wasn’t his dick talking, or any lust attached to how he felt. You bit your lip, fluttering your eyes open to his stunning ones. No matter how long you two will be together, the vibrancy of his eyes will be something you’ll never get used to. 

“I’m glad you chose me.” You admit, smiling. You and him both knew he had his fair share of women who wanted that throne you proudly own. He knew from the moment he laid eyes on you, however, that he wanted you. It took a lot of convincing, dates and actions that matched his declaration of how badly he wanted to be with you. He enjoyed the chase, but he cherished having you to himself far more. 

The bad day that he had sheds away from him as he held you in the silence, the grainy vinyl and soothing rain making you guys placid. 

Eventually, he decided he should shower, the rain not sporting the best smell, although you didn’t mind. His scent was something you’re accustomed to, no matter how it’s manipulated the soothing natural odor belonging to him was still present. 

As he showered you took the initiative to join him. His surprised expression photo-worthy as you pushed inside. After a half hour of frolicking in the hot shower: Kissing every thirty seconds, while telling each other reasons why you like each other so much: Washing his back and him doing the same (which results in him feeling on your ass): To attempting to have sex, but stopping after he trips and nearly kill both of you. You two are barely dried as he carries you to the bed. 

His body, which was only covered by a towel, falls on your hardly covered one as he drops you down on the sheet. You giggle into his continuous gentle kiss. “Why do you keep kissing me?” You say in between pecks. 

Connor feigns offense as he leans back. “You’re kissing me.” He retorts earning your roll of eyes as she tuts. “Did you really come all this way because you knew I was having a bad day and you wanted to give me the booty via-reality?” He asks after silence fell. 

You laugh at ‘via-reality’ holding his squishy cheeks squared to your face, “no baby. I had it already planned to come. It was just a coincidence that you weren’t having a good day. So call it good luck that I was able to rescue the day.” You reassure pecking his nose. 

Pondering for a moment, he looks at you through his thick eyelashes, the arrays of blues and greens in his irises nearly beamed at you, “you really are the luckiest thing that has blessed me. Honestly. I’ve been blessed.” He says it with almost disbelief.

The sweet confessions are all so overwhelming you couldn’t help yourself from climbing on him. The towel hiding your body slips a little, your cleavage coming into view. 

“You’re literally the best Brash.” You mumble into the side of his neck as you hold him close to you. You leave a hot kiss on his neck, traveling up until you hovered over his ear, “I wouldn’t want to be with anyone else right now.” You meekly say, breathing softly as his hands cupped your ass, you lightly nibble at his earlobe. 

He groans, hands tightening. You could feel the response to your actions in his lap as he pressed his erection up into you. Carefully, he  peeled back the towel, his breath fanning over your collarbone as he left wet kisses across it, until he dips down to take an erected nipple into his mouth. You instantly moan, hands rising to grip his wet hair. 

Just as the intensity of both of your touches and kisses grew a knock at the door disrupted it all. Connor all but screamed as he leaned away from you. 

Cez’s voice sounded at the door as the muffled, “I only need you for five minutes. Bring your camera please.” confirmed it was important. He scurried out of bed to slip on a pair of shorts, leaving his chest bare. 

“Do not move.” He instructs with his hand held out. You giggle and nod your head obediently. He sighs inspecting you once more. You looked like a renaissance painting, perched up in the bed with the towel loosely hanging at your hips, hair gorgeously messed up around your shoulders. He wanted nothing more than to ignore his bosses and stay in bed. 

By the time he was finished showing Cez and Andrew photos from the last concert, you had dozed off. He doesn’t try to wake you once he’s back in the room, he takes another photo from his camera instead. Your hair covered your face, and your bare back was the only visible thing. The photo looks staged, even in your natural unconscious state was it easy to capture your beauty. He gets his phone and puts the new photo on his Instagram story (which is a bold move for him since he’s never posted a photo of this sort) captioning it with:

“No matter how bad a day can be, she sure can turn it around.” 

Placing the phone on the bedside table, he cautiously press down on your back, giving you a gentle kiss right behind your ear, before snuggling in beside you. You stirred a little at his suddenness, but fell right back asleep, him doing the same.

——

So it’s not my best work and I’m sorry about that. I’m not really used to writing in second person point of view so it’s something I’ll probably only do occasionally. But we all want CONtent so I just wanted to share a little.

[probably-writing-x]

Change of scene.

"Alright, good morning guys!" You begin, arm held outstretched in front of you as you chat to the camera, "I'm in a bit of a rush because, as usual, I left things too late this morning!"

You reach for your keys from the counter and sling your gym bag over your shoulder.

"But, that's fine, I'm just off to the gym and then I'm going to something you're probably not used to seeing on this channel," You laugh, heading to the front door of your house, "But you'll have to wait and see what that one is! For now, I need to get going,"

Switching off the camera, you head out of your place and shuffle your rucksack on your back before setting off into a jog toward the gym. You had Lemonade blasting in your earphones and empty London streets ahead so made the most of your motivation to run today, getting there in record time with sweat already glistening against your forehead.

"Excuse me, (Y/n)?" Someone unknown calls from behind you and you spin around to see a young girl stood a little across the path.

"Hey!" You smile, pulling out your earphones and making your way over.

"I'm sorry but I'm such a huge fan!" She exclaims, "You're absolutely stunning and I love watching how much you've progressed,"

"Awww thank you so much darling!" You grin, "Can I hug you?"

She gladly accepts the offer and the two of you take a few photos.

"I'll see you soon!" You wave goodbye, pulling out your camera to speak to your vlog again.

The gym's air conditioning hits you instantly and you sigh at the relieving chill.

"Alright, so we're back at the gym, I've just met an absolutely adorable viewer," You begin to explain, "And she's absolutely inspired me to start back to work here again. I'm hoping for some PB's in my squat and, deadlift today so we need to go hard,"

You drop your bag on the gym floor and smile at how empty it is already - your only company being the few personal trainers that were busy cleaning the machines.

"We're going to start with some resistance squats just to warm up a little though," You nod and set your camera down for a time lapse at the edge of the gym, giving a field of view of your length of squats.

This gym had become like a second home to you over recent years as you had built up your dedication to fitness more and more. Now, workouts and body building had become the basis of some sort of career for you. And you were lucky enough that people enjoyed watching your videos about such journey - making you live a life you weren't even sure could be real sometimes.

It isn't long into your workout that your music cuts out and you glance over at your phone to see an incoming facetime call from 'Spidey🕷️'

"You're finally up I see," You laugh as you answer the call, sitting down on the mat and settling your phone against your bent knee.

"Where were you this morning?" Tom yawns and turns over in the bed, tucking a pillow beneath his arm and snuggling into it - you knew it would be the one you slept on last night.

"I had to get home early and I didn't want to wake you," You smile, "So I just left you to it,"

He pouts and closes his eyes, "I felt like a one night stand," But he can't help but smirk at his words, poking one eye open to still look at you.

You hum with sarcastic tone, "That's a long one night stand, Holland,"

He chuckles and the sound is an octave deeper than normal, laced with his prolonged desperation to go back to sleep, "Why are you already at the gym?" He groans

"Because I have a busy day ahead of me," You roll your eyes, "Speaking of which,"

Leaning behind your phone, you grab your camera and press record once again.

"I need you to meet me in about two hours at an address that I'll text to you, can you do that babe?"

Tom raises his brows but his eyes refuse to follow suit as they still adjust to the brightness of the screen, "Where are you taking me, darling?"

"You'll have to wait and see," You laugh and your lips curl into a grin.

Your boyfriend can't help but find the joy infectious as he reciprocates your little smile, "Alright, beautiful, I better get my arse out of bed,"

You chuckle and turn off the recording, knowing your fans would go crazy for the little snippet of your relationship.

"Okay, babe, I'll see you soon," You beam and blow him a kiss.

Tom waves tiredly before ending the call, leaving you with the clear knowledge that he wouldn't be getting out of bed any time soon.

~~~

You step out of the gym shower and run the towel once more over the back of your neck, shaking it through your hair to dry that a little before throwing it to your bag.

Perfect timing to go and meet Tom.

A little explanation was probably in order... Ever since you'd met Tom, it had always been a running joke that the two of you were complete polar opposites. He had the background in gymnastics, the arts and dancing. And you were a progressing bodybuilder, spending a lot of your time with weights in your hands or a treadmill under your feet. Complete opposites that managed to attract a lot better than expected. So, you decided today could be the day when you let those worlds collide. And, to do that, you'd booked out a dance studio for a few hours for him to teach you some ballet.

"Alright, so I'm just on my way to meet Tom, hopefully the traffic isn't too bad because I want to be there before him ideally," You explain, chattering away to your camera as you climb into the waiting Uber outside.

Luckily, you get to the destination in quick time and you can't see Tom anywhere near.

And, as if he really did have Spidey sense, his Uber pulls round the corner just as you turn around.

"Hello darling!" He beams like he hasn't seen you in forever, hopping out of the car and wrapping you in his arms, "I've missed you,"

"You saw me last night, plenty of me," You roll your eyes and he chuckles deeply in response.

"What are we doing here?" He frowns, glancing at the grand building behind you.

You pull out the camera and focus it on him, "We're going dancing!" you wiggle your brows and he drops his jaw a few inches.

"We're doing what?!"

"You're going to teach me some ballet," Your lips curl into a bold smile and you turn the camera so it points at both of you, "Am I just the best girlfriend ever?"

"Honey," He laughs, "I can't wait to see this!"

~~~

Soon enough, you and Tom are in your own company in the grand studio - sunlight spilling through floor length windows and onto the cold floorboards.

"Where do we start, Holland?" you clap your hands together, setting down the camera with a good view of the two of you.

"Are we seriously doing something?" He shakes his head but can see the determination in your eyes, "Alright, love, over here,"

Tom positions himself by the bar running across the wall and holds it with one hand, falling easily into a typical dancer position you didn't know the name of with his arm curled in front of him.

"How the fuck do I do that?" You exclaim, out-turning your feet and tripping over your leg, falling forward and catching yourself only just before things went really bad.

Tom looks at you with a sort of laugh, sort of sigh, "This isn't starting well,"

"Come on, no, no, I'm trying, I am," You shake it off, stepping in front of him with evident attempt to replicate his posture.

His hands fall to the curve of your waist as he perfects your positioning, "There she goes!" He grins, flicking his eyes to the camera, "Alright, now this,"

He outstretches his leg to the side, lowering on his height before rising to his toes. Truly, you try your best to replicate but the effort is flawed in its success.

"I mean, you're getting there," He smirks.

"Go on then, show me your skills Thomas," you cock a brow, turning and leaning your elbows against the bar to leave the floor as his open stage.

He lingers his look on you for a little and shifts the khaki material covering his torso, "Alright,"

He steps out into the centre and aligns his form, rising to the balls of his feet before breaking into a continuous spin, twirling around the floor like you'd never stop him.

"Oh you show off!" You exclaim, running up to him and lifting him from the ground, his legs flailing into the air. It was something you did more and more now you were strong enough to lift more than his weight.

"(Y/n)!" He squeals before you drop him down gracefully to the floor, spinning him out of your hold.

"And, thank you very much," You take a gracious bow and Tom keeps hold of your hand, looking at you with a mix of adoration and shock.

"You blow my mind," He mumbles under his breath and you're grateful that it won't be picked up on the microphone of your camera.

You hurry over to the camera and pick it up, "Alright, I'm going to stop recording and get back to you in a little while where I'll be an absolute professional at this!"

For the next hour or so, Tom teaches you as much as your non-graceful actions can take. Every so often, he'll teach you some sort of couple's spin and make sure to catch your lips in a kiss when you are near him. He'll teach you a certain lift or hold and you're sure it's supernatural for your muscles to tingle so much under his hold. And you are utterly terrible at ballet! But that glimmer in his eye when he's dancing or the adoration when he sees you try to do the same is enough to keep you going.

"So, thoughts on your first time with ballet?" Tom asks as the two of you lean up against the wall of mirrors behind you, both sat against cold tile floor.

"It was certainly... Different," You laugh, wiping away some of the stray hairs that had stuck to the outline of your face thanks to the glimmer of sweat that had arisen there.

"I think maybe bodybuilding is a better option for you," He nods and you watch the way his lips curl into a delicate smirk.

"I think you just feel threatened by my talent, Holland,"

~~

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[afterglow-prompts]

fifty otp prompts

hey all! awhile ago i decided that for every 25 sets put out, i’ll be doing mass prompts! i hope you enjoy this. i have each original prompt list linked in each number for your convenience. also, i’ll link the other ones below this note as soon as i put them out! thank you all so much!

this is going to be long lol, all prompts under the cut

a hundred dialogue prompts       

#1

“I saw that your friend ran off with an umbrella and now you’re waiting for the rain to let up and do you want to share mine?”

“We’re in the same fandom and have online accounts that blatantly flirt with each other online using fandom lingo and you live in the same town as me how did I not know this?”

#2

“We met at a concert for our favorite band and you’re really tall and can I get on your shoulders to see better in this large crowd?”

“So…half the school ships us because we’re the loudest/most passionate at the football games but we’ve never met??”

#3

“We’re both famous on YouTube and both getting really tired of people shipping us in the comments even though we’ve never met.”

“You’re my waiter and I told my sibling that you were cute and I went to the bathroom and they must’ve told you and now your number is on my check holy crap.”

#4

“For a dare, I was supposed to go up to you, take one of your earbuds and put it in my ear and walk with you, but you were listening to my favorite song and now we’re having an amazing conversation.”

“We’ve never met but we always get the same books from the school library and the librarians are trying to set us up.”

#5

“It’s really really cold outside can I please have one of your hand warmers and why are you holding my hand?”

“Can you reach that book on the top shelf for me? You’ve read it too? Let’s talk about it over coffee.”

#6

“We’re neighbors and our rooms look directly into each others so I can see and hear most of the things you do and I’m somewhat mad at you for playing loud music at 3 in the morning but it’s my favorite band so I’ll let it slide.”

“Yesterday you beat me in the dorm’s weekly tournament of MarioKart but you’re going down next time you ass shit.”

#7

“Both of our dates ditched us to go with each other, so now we’re going to the dance together as a fake couple to shove it in their faces.”

“I take pictures for the yearbook and I think you looked really cute while you read and that’s why I took a picture of you.”

#8

“I’m the princess of my kingdom and I’m supposed to marry the prince of the neighboring kingdom (who I don’t know is you until later) and I remember from balls and stuff that he may be handsome but he’s so freaking annoying and ugh! And thank you for listening to my rant, I hope to talk to you later, handsome stranger.”

“In class, you click your pen freakin’ constantly and I’m about ready to kick your ass, what professor, what do you mean we’re partners?”

#9

“Our school is having spirit week and there’s a prize for the student who shows the most spirit and we’re mainly competing with each other.”

“Both of us go to the same library and we always read in the same area right across from each other, but we’ve never actually said a word to each other.”

#10

“Both of us serve in the same restaurant and we always have this competition to see who gets the most tips but it’s not fair because you’re too hot and half our customers are teenage girls after school.”

“There’s this one peaceful place in town where you can look at the stars and the night sky and we both come here all the time and we’ve developed a friendship over the years.”

#11

“Last night I fell asleep on your couch and now it’s morning and you’re making us breakfast?”

“Somehow we always end up sitting next to each other during the dorm’s weekly showing of a show we both love.”

#12

“You always tell me about the flowers outside of your apartment that you love so I just randomly decided to get you a bouquet of them.”

“I heard you whistling/humming my favorite song that no one knows and we’re definitely best friends now.”

#13

“You helped me pick up my library books when I tripped in the parking lot and all nine of them went flying.”

“At the gym, I was running angrily on a treadmill a couple machines away from yours and I got distracted and flew off, but you laughed so hard you fell too.”

#14

“A mutual friend invited us to a laser tag party and we’re the two last people remaining on opposite teams and I am not losing.”

“You walked into the student lounge on our dorm floor and you saw me crying and then walked out and now you’re back with coffee and a big bag of chips and I’m debating whether I should kiss you or not you angel.”

#15

“In one of our classes at school, we had a secret santa and I got you and I have no idea what the hell you like.”

“I really hate my friends for putting mistletoe by the doorway where I was, but I hate your friends too for convincing you to go through the doorway to ‘get snacks from the kitchen’.”

#16

“You’re my waiter/waitress and I’m on a date with an asshole, and you decided to help me get out of this date.”

“Every single year, my family and I go on this cruise that your family is always on and wow you are way hotter than I remember.”

#17

“Okay…I saw you hitting that bag very hard are you okay? Wait, you’re crying, please stop I’m not good with tears what can I do?”

“I accidentally took your notebook in class thinking it was mine and you have mine but just wanted to say I like your doodles.”

#18

“It’s the first time we’re sharing a bed and it’s really awkward but I also really want to cuddle you and that side wins.”

“Our friends don’t know we’re together and we’ve made a bet to see how long it takes them to find out.”

#19

“You work in the sandwich shop next to the coffee shop where I work and we trade some stuff from our respective shops at lunchtime.”

“In the school play, we’re both understudies for the romantic leads and the lead actors are both out sick so we have to take their place.”

#20

“My date stood me up and people were giving me pity looks and you decided to sit with me.”

“I found this number on a sticky note in a library book and I’m ready to discuss, what do you mean you’ve never read this book?”

#21

“We both reached for the same book in the library at the same time on opposite sides of a shelf and you’re really cute but I’m getting this book.”

“In the park, I saw you dramatically lip-syncing to let it go and caught it on video and sent it to my friend and now you’re internet famous I’m sorry.”

#22

“We both work at Disneyland where I play a princess and you play a prince, my romantic interest.”

“Once I fell into your arms by accident, five years later, not even seeing each other in that span, I fall into you again.”

#23

“Apparently there are a million songs I haven’t listened to and you’ve given me a thirty-two-page list of the songs I need to listen to.”

“You work at the movies and I go so much we know each other really well and when I tried to ask you out at your job I asked if you wanted to go to the movies.”

#24

“I’m in a rock band as the lead singer and you’re the lead singer of a pop band and we’ve been cast in a musical movie together as love interests and this is going to be really weird we both can tell.”

“I work in a candy store and you have the biggest sweet tooth of anyone I know and that is saying something.”

#25

“You sit at this desk in the class before me and always leave nice notes for me and I’m hellbent on finding out who you are.”

“I work in a movie theater and late at night you walked out crying about a movie so I offered to watch a comedy with you to make you feel better and now we’re totally best friends and I may like you.”

[niall-is-my-dream]

You & Me - Part Nine

2300 words

Tokyo, Japan

Callie's POV

Being in Japan was something else. It was fascinating.

When you arrived at the airport, there were at least 1,000 people at the gate waiting for Niall. You'd never experienced it first hand like this. Sure you'd seen it, you'd watched the hysteria behind him and One Direction when you'd watched a load of you tube videos. Something you did as standard before agreeing to work with anyone.

They were all shouting his name, screaming and generally going crazy. It made you super proud of him. The fact that he was your boyfriend, and had been between your thighs just 12 hours ago sucking on your clit and drawing out an intense and mind blowing orgasm, made it even more exciting.

After 9 hours on a flight you should've been tired, but you had slept well and had a sudden burst of energy. After checking into your room, which thanks to Niall you probably wouldn't even sleep in, you made your way to the gym.

Syncing your wireless headphones to your phone, you set your running playlist and started up the treadmill. You were lucky on this tour, Niall had Mark Jarvis who did security and personal training for him. He encouraged everyone to work out, not only for fitness and well being but to help with stamina for a busy show day. Mark was a great guy, tough on everyone but you loved the fact that he helped you all out with your regime.

The sweat was beginning to drip from you at the 8km point. Slowing down your pace gradually before pausing the machine. Taking off your headphones and hooking them over your neck, you grabbed your water and downed almost half of it.x

You smiled when you heard Niall in the background somewhere behind you. When you turned around you saw him being filmed for a video diary. Everyone has been made aware that it was going to happen when you'd signed your contracts for the tour. You just weren't expecting to be in it.

He was introducing everyone to the camera and you knew he would eventually get to you. Wiping your sweat from your forehead, you knew there was no point trying to hide.

"And this is my guitar tech Callie, looking like a hot sweaty mess in her purple jazzy running leggings." Niall said as he approached you with a smirk on his face.

You rolled your eyes at his comment. Cheeky shit.

"Glad you like them Ni, got some for you for your birthday!" You replied sarcastically.

"You better have now that you've promised!" He answered as he walked away.

"So you've got a female guitar technician? There's great diversity in your crew." The interviewer said.

"Callie is brilliant at her job, keeps us all in line too. I've got some strong females on my team and we all support each other 100%."

Your heart swelled at his compliment. The things he did to you.

You'd spent the rest of the first day relaxing, Niall had loads of interviews to do over the next couple of days, with a scheduled day off on his birthday.

Ellie, Sienree and Tara had invited you with them to have a look around the area near the hotel. You stopped at a quirky little cafe for some food.

"This city is amazing." You said as you sat down.

"Did you not come when he was doing the slow hands promo?" Ellie asked.

"No, I had my brother's wedding so couldn't. I've heard the food here is amazing as well."

"The place we are going for Nialls birthday does the best food in the whole city." Tara said.

"Did you get Niall anything for his birthday, Tara?" Ellie asked.

"Yeah, brought him some hideously brightly coloured socks!" She laughed.

"How about you Callie?"

You hesitated before replying. Your gift was obviously really personal since he was not just your employer and friend now, but your boyfriend.

 "Um, I got him a leather strap for one of his guitars." You replied, not adding the detail that you'd had his NH logo embossed on it for him.

"That's a good idea, he will love that." Tara said.

When you got your purse out of your bag to pay your share of the bill, you checked your phone.

"Miss you Petal x"

There simple words from Niall and you had a smile on your lips and a blush on your cheeks.

"Miss you to. X"

Once you had paid, you all made your way back to the hotel discussing using the spa there. It was included in your stay and was beyond luxurious. It had a pool, Jacuzzi and steam room. Very decadent, with water falls throughout and a lush background of plants and flowers.

When you got to your room to collect your bikini you sent Niall a quick message telling him where you were headed and to text you later when he was back from the interviews.

When you arrived in the spa you stored away your clothes in the lockers and wrapped yourself up in the softest robe you'd ever worn in your life. Tara was trying to decide if she would get away with taking it home with her. Offering to buy her something similar for Christmas instead of stealing it, you made your way over to the loungers. 

This was definitely the most luxurious hotel you'd ever stayed at. Ellie and Sienree headed over to the Jacuzzi while you and Tara decided to sit for a bit. A hostess approached you soon after and asked if you were Miss Callie Brown.

"Um, yes I am."

"We have a champagne delivery for you." 

"We didn't order any." 

"This is from Mr Horan for you all, he says to enjoy your time in the spa, but be back to work tomorrow." She replied smiling.

Ellie and Sienree had left the Jacuzzi and started to make their way over to you when they saw the hostess arrive with the champagne. 

"What's this?" Ellie asked.

"Just Niall being his usual self!" Tara replied.

You relayed the message to them as the hostess poured the bubbly liquid into the flutes.

This wasn't the first time he had done something like this for his team. When slow hands had gone to number one and with heavy promo going on, he'd organised gifts for everyone for all their hard work and dedication. 

"How did he know we were coming?" Sienree asked.

You exchanged a quick glance with Tara before she told them that she had messaged him to ask him if he needed her for anything this afternoon. When he had replied no, she had told him your plans to use the spa.

Happy with Tara's answer and being saved from admitting that you had text Niall, Ellie made a toast to Niall, and you all clinked glasses.

"Honestly I could get use to this life." Tara declared. "Think I need to find me a sugar daddy."

The girls all laughed and launched into their worst dates they'd had the pleasure of going on. With the champagne drunk, you made your way into the Jacuzzi. It wasn't long before some pasty but handsome Irish men appeared, along with Preston born Louis. Niall wasn't with them so he was obviously still working. They all sauntered over, Jake coming out with a disgraceful pick up line which earned him a laugh from everyone. 

A few of you got out of the Jacuzzi, you included and made your way over to your stuff. Wrapping yourself in your toweling robe, you sat back on the lounge chair and began checking your phone. You had avoided IG since your chat with Tara about Saskia so you weren't tempted to see whether she had posted or not. Scrolling through your Facebook instead, you caught up with your friends news and a random picture your Mum had posted of your family dog Toby.

"That's a very serious face Cal." 

You looked up to find Niall standing in front of you, he wasn't wearing a robe, instead he had just navy blue swim shorts on. Your eyes wandered up his body and you realised you hadn't taken a breath. His workouts with Mark were really showing, his chest hair that you'd been desperate to run your hands through all day was on full display.

"Um.....my um.... Mum just posted a picture of our dog." You stuttered out.

He raised his eyebrows at you, a smirk across his lips when he realised he had got to you. 

"Really? What breed of dog?"

"Um... Golden retriever."

"You ok there Petal?" He asked that stupid smirk still on his face.

You tried to naturally cross your legs, but you very obviously squeezed your thighs together to ease the heat you were feeling there.

And he noticed.

The hostess came over at this point, asking if Niall or any of the others wanted any drinks. He ordered everyone some water, since you and the girls had already had champagne and you were all heading out for dinner soon.

"You coming for a dip?" He asked.

"Yes." You replied, standing up and taking off your robe. You could feel him watching you as you laid it on your lounge chair. When you turned back around the cheeky shit was licking his lips.

An hour later and you were naked in his shower, back flush against the cold tiles, Nialls head between your thighs. He had to support your weight as you came, his strong hands gripping your thighs so you wouldn't slip.

The sound of the water running didn't cover the sounds of your pants and breathless gasps as you tried to come down. You leaned your head back against the wall, eyes closed, heart beating fast.

"I'll never get tired of doing this." He said, as he stayed knelt in front of you, leaving kisses across your thighs.

"Good." You replied, a ridiculously girly giggle tumbling out of your lips. You were giddy, high as a kite and you weren't ready to come down just yet.

Scratching your nails through his hair, he let out a low guttural moan that echoed off the tiles. He looked up at you through his lashes, his eyes wandering up your body. When he stood up he brushed your hair away from your neck, before kissing you in that sweet spot behind your ear. Tilting your head to the side, he dove in deeper, nibbling at your neck and shoulders. His hands dug into your hips hard when you reached down and took hold of his cock firmly in your hand.

When you ran your thumb over the tip, he moaned against your skin, pulling back to look in your eyes. Tilting your hips forward you guided his length towards you, rubbing it between your folds and over your already sensitive clit. His hand moved up to your hair, a firm grip through your wet locks as he moved forward to kiss you hard. You could taste yourself on his tongue, and it surprised you to find that you liked it.

Mumbling moans against each others mouths, both of you were gasping, your chests heaving as your bodies reacted to one another.

"Do you want to?" He whispered against your lips.

You nodded your response, not able to even form words as you continued to rub him against your clit.

He slowly bent his knees and hitched your knee up and over his hip before sliding slowly inside you. Burying his face in your neck you could hear him whispering how good you felt, how much he wanted you. With your arms wrapped around his shoulder, you scratched along them and up across the nape of his neck and into his hair. You could feel your nipples rubbing against his chest hair, the sensitive nubs hardening at his touch. His thrusts were slow and precise, you could feel him everywhere, he was taking over your whole body.

Moving his hand from your hair, he grasped your other knee and lifted you off the floor. Turning his head towards yours, his assault on your neck ceased and instead he moved his lips across yours. He was deeper now, pressing into exactly the right place, desperately trying to pull another intense orgasm from you.

The shower was still running, the steam building in the confines of the cubicle. You would stay here forever if you could, just you and him in your own little world.

You were beginning to run out of breath though and you threw your head back against the wall, clenching around him as you came hard for the second time. His thrusts became sloppy, his grunts telling you he was getting closer to his own high. You dug your nails into his back as he continued to pound into you, fucking you harder and harder.

He let go of your legs and slid out of you, grasping his cock and pumping himself. Your feet landed on the floor of the shower safely, your back still against the wall, chest heaving. Thick white spurts came rippling across your stomach, Niall threw his head back as he wanked himself of the last of his release.

Watching him like this was definitely on par with watching him on stage, he had never looked better.

He let himself go and placed his hands on the wall, either side of your head. The spray of the shower was hitting the muscles across his back, bouncing across his shoulder blades, while he caught his breath and came back down.

"Cal, fuck you're incredible." He mumbled as he stood up straight. His hand cupped your face and when he kissed you, right in that exact moment you knew you were in trouble.

Part ten

https://niall-is-my-dream.tumblr.com/post/183134582438/you-me-part-ten

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Say, Terwilliger's a Yalie

Ladies and Gentlemen: Life for the Yale Grad at Springfield’s Minimum Security Prison.

Anyway: Ninth House by Leigh Bardugo!

...the trouble had begun on a night in the full dark of Winter, when Tara Hutchins died and Alex still thought she might get away with everything.

Mors vincet/irrumat omnia.

Galaxy “Alex” Stern (ich sehe was du da getan hast, Leigh Bardugo. Galaxy Star indeed) has had it rough - by the age of twenty, she’s a high school dropout with a drug-dealing loser of a boyfriend and zero prospects. She’s definitely not someone you’d look at and say “you know, I bet that girl will get into Yale.”

Everything changes when Alex is left the sole survivor of a horrific triple homicide. While she and her best friend Hellie were passed out on fentanyl someone (or something) murdered Alex’s scumbag boyfriend, his friend and an asshole with whom they were partying. Hellie overdosed on the fentanyl; Alex didn’t. When she wakes up in the hospital, Yale’s own Dean Sandow is at her bedside with an interesting proposition: attend Yale on a full ride scholarship, never mind that she has no high school diploma or has taken any college entrance exams or anything like that (yes, I’m still bitter that I had to sit through SATs and ACTs while rich kids’ parents bought their way into the Ivy League). 

So what’s the catch? Well, Dean Sandow wants Alex to join Lethe, a society tasked with monitoring the activities of Yale’s various secret societies, like Skill and Bones, Manuscript, Scroll and Key, St. Elmo’s, etc. 

The societies at Yale are more than just rich douchebags power-brokering and patting themselves on the back for the accident of being born rich. They do that plenty, but they also dabble in the occult. Magic. Fortune telling. Portals. Necromancy. All sorts of creepy shit. Lethe House is supposed to keep them all in line. 

But why recruit Alex for this? Well, Alex has a particular talent that Dean Sandow managed to figure out: she can see ghosts. Not everyone can see the “grays” as they’re often referred to, not without taking some intense/poisonous drug first. That Alex can just see them is a rare thing, and Yale wants her for Lethe. Grays are drawn to the magic conducted during society rituals, and without someone who can see them and keep them out, they could disrupt the rituals and create havoc. Hence, why Dean Sandow is so eager to recruit Alex. 

Unfortunately, Alex isn’t exactly the college type. As she struggles through her freshman-year classes, she must also be trained in all the ways of the societies and Lethe House. Her mentor, Daniel Tabor Arlington III (he mostly goes by Darlington) is definitely golden-boy Yale material: he’s smart, he’s classy, and is basically Alex’s exact opposite. At first Darlington is frustrated by Alex’s rough edges, but after working together, they begin to respect one another. 

Until Darlington disappears under mysterious circumstances. Then a townie called Tara Hutchins is murdered on campus. Alex is certain that the societies are involved in Tara’s murder somehow, and that it’s also linked to Darlington’s disappearance, but without Darlington’s expertise, Alex is on her own. And now whoever went after Darlington and Tara is after her, too.

I absolutely loved this book. It’s the perfect Fall read - you’ve got New England, a prestigious college campus with all sorts of old buildings and such, magic, ghosts, demons, hot cocoa with fancy marshmallows...it’s definitely the sort of book you want to curl up with on a comfy couch with a cat on your lap while it’s all rainy and dark and depressing outside. If you’re looking to get into the Spooooky Halloween mood, then this is your book. The plot is twisty-turny, the writing is lush without feeling clunky, and the plot moves so quickly that you can go from page 20 to page 320 without noticing. 

If you’re a fan of Leigh Bardugo’s YA Grishaverse works, then you will be at home here - though be warned, Ninth House, like the Nevernight trilogy, is not YA. It’s not. It’s an adult book. For adults. Well, teens will enjoy it, too, so long as they’re OK with violence, the word “fuck,” and a pretty graphic depiction of a violent sexual assault. No matter your age, though, if you can’t handle that, then you might not want to read this book, because I was not kidding when I said “graphic depiction of a violent sexual assault.” There is also talk of on-campus sexual assaults because, well, Yale, like many other college campuses in the United States, has a massive problem. 

So yes, this book covers some pretty heavy topics, but Bardugo handles it beautifully. I mean, she handled similarly heavy topics in the Six of Crows series. The physical and sexual violence the characters experience in Ninth House never feels gratuitous, and at no point is trauma or pain dismissed or glossed over. This book is deeply, deeply feminist, and spends as much time reflecting on power dynamics, class and race as it does on ghosts, magic and haruspex. 

Though, once again, I’ve found myself addicted to the first book in a series. It ends with a cliffhanger. You will want more. You will get to the ending and you’ll be all

My last complaint is mostly just me and my upper-lower-middle-class-type rage, but just reading about Yale, or really, any of the Ivy League schools makes me irrationally angry. I guess my main problem isn’t with any of the schools specifically, or with anyone who has attended or worked for one, it’s just...what the Ivy League represents that makes me boil with rage. Namely, privilege. Specifically: upper-class white male privilege. Yale is the school of Brett Kavanaugh, after all. The whole Ivy League is so representative of what’s wrong with America - and the whole world, quite frankly - today. A world in which the rich get richer and the rest of us get nothing.

Plus, we’ve all known that asshole who was all “I went to [insert fancy-schmancy school here]. It's like, oh, you went to [fancy school]? Cool. I went to an overpriced private school here on the west coast that nobody's ever heard of (maybe your optometrist) whose one claim to fame was a viral video of a shrimp on a treadmill. 

That’s still a great video, though. Go, Shrimpy, go!

RECOMMENDED FOR: Adults and older teens in the mood for a real-world set fantasy with magic, secret societies, Ivy League schools, and a kickass heroine.

NOT RECOMMENDED FOR: Anyone who immediately assumes that the book is YA because it’s written by an author who has written YA before, men’s rights activists, anyone who got into Yale because they’re a legacy, anyone demanding time-traveling trigger warnings. 

RATING: 5/5

TOTALLY UNBIASED FANGIRL RATING: 500,000,000,000/5

RELEASE DATE: October 8, 2019

ANTICIPATION LEVEL FOR SEQUEL: Olympus Mons

MORE SIMPSONS GIFS POKING FUN AT YALE:

SPECIAL THANKS TO: Flatiron Books, who sent me an ARC of Ninth House literally out of nowhere because I marked it as “highly anticipating” on Edelweiss. The noise I made when I opened the mysterious package and saw it was a copy of Ninth House probably broke the sound barrier. Thank you! 

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Voices

HAPPY VELENTINE’S DAY!!!!!!! Ok so last year for v day I wrote a miraculous ladybug fic but this year I love Voltron. It is cute and I love it. They here each other’s thoughts and I wanted Keith to be the excited one. anyway there is cussing and some self esteem issues so be careful. Enjoy!

Keith always liked the idea of soulmates. He has never had anything constant in his life but always found comfort in knowing that there was someone out there he was destined to be with.  He knew that he would not meet his soulmate until the universe decided that they were ready and he didn’t know how exactly they would connect. But nevertheless on the night of his eighteenth birthday he tossed and turned all night waiting for something to happen, but nothing ever did. This taught him that his soulmate was younger then he was but he did not lose hope. Then one night, July 28th to be exact, it happened.

He was sleeping peacefully when all the sudden he was woken up by singing. Not just any singing but someone singing happy birthday. Keith sits up and looks around his room but nobody is there. He then realises it is in his head. Why was happy birthday playing in his head at midnight?

Wait.

Is this his soulmate singing? Is this his connection? Songs?

Keith quickly tries to think of a song, but he can’t think of one. The singing in his head has ended and he feels the presences leave. He missed his chance, he missed his chance at meeting his soulmate and he doesn’t know what to do. He gets out of bed and paces around his small studio apartment freaking out about his missed chance. After a good hour of pacing he sits on the couch and ends up falling asleep in the most uncomfortable of positions.

He wakes up to his phone blaring from the other side of the wall and gets up to shut it off. He remembers the night before and decides he needs to go to the gym to clear his head. He puts on his workout clothes and gets on his motorcycle and heads over there.

Once there he gets on the treadmill and puts in his headphones Welcome to the Black Parade begins to play.

When I was a young boy.

Huh, Keith thinks, that is a new voice.

To see a marching band,

“He’s back!” Keith says out loud scaring the guy next to him.

“Ugh I wish” the voice in his head says.

It is a man’s voice! His soulmate is a guy! He was really hoping it was.

“Umm hello?” Keith thinks.

Silence.

Then a very faint, “Hello.”

Keith smiles, “Oh my god yes you can hear me!”

“Well duh you are in my head.”

Keith laughs, “No I am not in your head, well I mean I guess I am but I am real too!”

“And why should I believe that? How do I know I am not just going crazy?” The voice sounded skeptical.

“No I am real,” Keith promised, “I am at the gym right know and I was listening to Welcome to the Black Parade which is why you were singing it. I heard you sing happy birthday to yourself last night. Happy birthday by the way”

“Thanks.” The voice mumbles.

“I promise you I am real.” Keith pleads.

He feels a sigh in head, “Ok so what is this then?”

Keith’s heart beats faster, “I think this is our soulmate connection.”

After what felt like a century for Keith he hears a very faint, “You don’t want me.”

Keith panics, “No I do I promise.”

“No guy trust me if you met me you would not want me. I’m sorry you got such a shit soulmate. I have to go now. Good bye.”

“No wait!” Keith says out loud adding to the strange looks he was already getting. But he does not care. The voice in his head is gone and he is not sure if he will ever hear it again.

The rest of Keith’s day is a blur. He can’t tell you what he did or what he saw he spent the whole day in his head hoping to hear that voice again. But he never did. It stayed silent. It was a week until he heard another song. It was very faint and in a language he did not recognize, but it was beautiful. He laid in bed listening to a beautiful voice speaking what he now realises is Spanish. The song ends and he knows he has to say something,

“That was beautiful.” He thinks.

“..Thanks.”

Keith wants to keep the conversation going, “So do you speak Spanish?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool.” Keith wants to say more but does not want to scare him away again.

Eventually the voice talks, “My family is from Cuba, we came to America when I was young.”

Keith’s heart feels warm, “Wow that is really cool do you like living here?”

Keith feels the shrug, “Yeah it’s alright I miss the beach though.”

“You don’t live near a beach? Keith asks.

“Ha.” The voice says, “Not even close.”

“Oh,” Keith says, “sorry.”

“Not your fault.”

“I live in the desert.” Keith says hoping to keep the conversation going.

“Cool.”

Pause.

“Do.. Do you like it?”

Keith shrugs, “Yeah I moved around a lot and the desert is definitely my favorite place.”

“Cool cool.”

“Yeah.”

“Well umm I should get to bed but it was great talking to you?”

Keith smiles, “Yeah you too.”

Keith gets to talk to the voice at least once a week now. He is able to ask him a few questions without scaring him off. Like his favorite color and hobby and simple things like that. He can’t ask anything to big or he might leave again.

It is a month later when at three in the morning he is woken up by the voice.

“You are a failure.”

“No one likes you.”

“You disappoint everybody.”

“He does not want you.”

Those same thoughts fly around his head over and over. Keith jumps out of bed, “Wait what is happening?” Keith thinks.

But the voice only continue getting louder and louder until Keith is on his floor crying.

“He does not want you.”

“No!” Keith says out loud, “That is not true. None of this is true. Don’t listen to it please.”

The voices stop.

“Did I wake you? Oh god I am so sorry I didn't mean to wake you.”

Keith takes a deep breath, “No it is ok don’t worry.”

“No it is three in the morning and I woke you up I am so sorry.”

“Hey.” Keith says out loud, “Don’t worry about me tell me what is wrong.”

“I just have these thoughts sometimes but don’t worry.”

“You are my soulmate of course I will worry.”

“I already told you. You don’t want me.”

“Well that is for me to decided isn’t it?”

No response.

“Look,” Keith sighs, “my life has not always been easy and it seems like yours hasn’t been either. I always found comfort in knowing I had a soulmate and I want you to feel that comfort too. I don’t care if you just want to be platonic soulmates or you never want to meet. Just know that I will always be here for you.”

“Ok.”

Keith sighs in relief, “Are you ok now? Do you want to talk about it?”

“No I am ok, Go back to sleep. Thank you.”

Keith smiles, “Anytime.”

The next morning Keith is woken up by Hollaback Girl playing in his head.

Keith groans, “Really?”

The singing stops, “Sorry.”

Keith groans again, “No it is fine,” Keith yawns, “Go on.”

Keith hears an exasperated sigh, “Well I can’t now.”

“Why not I hear you sing all the time.”

“Yeah but this is different I am.. Showering.”

“So?”

“So? SO?” Excuse you sir but I am naked.”

“Ummm I can’t see you?” Keith is confused.

“Yeah but I can hear you and it is weird.”

“Ok? Well what do you want me to do about it? You were the one singing?”

“Ugh just listen to something else!”

“Ok ok!” Keith gets up and grabs his headphones and Fall Out Boy begins playing.

“Better?”

“Yes thank you.”

After five minutes he speaks again, “Did you mean it?”

“Yes.” Keith responds.

“Okay ummm cool.”

Keith chuckles, “Yeah.”

Keith feels a deep breath, “My name is Lance by the way.”

Keith’s heart beats faster but he tries to at least sound cool, “Mine is Keith.”

“Huh. I like that name.”

“I like yours too.”

“I have to go but I will talk you later Keith?”

Keith smiles, “Yeah bye Lance.”

Keith and Lance continue to talk for months. They learn everything about each other. Lance learns about Keith’s parents and Keith learns about Lance’s self esteem issues.

It is one night in January around eleven that Lance speaks, “Hey Keith? You awake?”

Keith puts down the phone he was scrolling through, “Yeah?”

“Would you ummm,” a pause, “would you want to video chat?”

Keith jumps up out of bed, “Holy shit yes!”

Keith hears laughter in his head, “Okay cool me too.”

Each one gets their computers and add each other on skype. Keith hits the button to call Lance and his heart is beating out of his chest. Lance picks up and Keith sees Lance for the first time.”

“He’s beautiful.” Keith thinks.

Lance laughs, it is a beautiful laugh, “Well thank you, you are not so bad looking yourself.”

Keith’s face reddens, “Oh god you heard that?”

“Fraid so.”

“Ughh” Keith groans, “this is going great for me.”

Lance smiles, “I agree.”

“So not to be the one to like kick a gift horse in the mouth or whatever but why did you decide to video chat?” Keith asks.

“Honestly?” Lance thinks, “I wanted to know if you were as hot as your voice sounded.”

Keith raises an eyebrow, “And? Final verdict?”

Lance places his fingers on his chin rubbing an imaginary beard, “So far all signs point to yes.”

Keith laughs, “I appreciate that.”

Keith and Lance video chat every night after that for the next month. Most nights they even fall asleep with it still on and Keith gets to wake up to see a sleeping Lance and it fills his heart with joy.

But he does not wish for more, yeah he would like more one day but he will never pressure Lance to do anything he does not feel ready for.

It is a normal Thursday when Keith wakes up to his skype call being disconnected. He is kinda bummed about it but he thinks to Lance to have a good day. He goes to the gym and work and has a really good day. As he is walking home he begins noticing all the flowers. He pulls pulls his phone to check the date and groans.

How could I forget Valentine’s Day?

“I didn’t.”

And that is all Keith hears. He decides the best course of action is to rush home and do some online shopping for something for Lance. He is moving so quickly he almost doesn't notice that his front door is open

Keith walks in slowly ready for whatever might happen. What he does not expected though is someone sitting on his couch playing video games and he looks to have about three pizza boxes along with some smaller boxes.

“Umm,” Keith looks around, “Can I help you?”

The game pause and the mystery man stands up to reveil,

“Lance!” Keith runs and engulfs him in a hug and Lance hugs back.”

“Oh my god what are you here?”

Can’t breathe,” Lance says

“Oh sorry,” Keith let go and put him back on the ground, “What are you doing here? How did you get here and better yet how did you get into my house?

“Oh umm” Lance scratches the back of is head, “I want to surprise you and I have this friend who is really good at finding out information and umm I broke in”

Keith laughs, “It doesn’t matter I am so happy you are here.”

Lance hugs him back, “Yeah me too.”

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4 AM Part 5

I came back and re read the last part, and didn’t like how quickly I ended it. I left plot points untouched, and they got back together too fast for the build I’ve done, so I’m coming back to this one to develop it more. Don’t worry smut will come soon!!! 

Returning to a few weeks after the fight in Carmella’s living room, Tina still isn’t talking to AJ, and AJ is still trying coming to the realization how badly he messed up. But what happens when Charlotte won’t leave enough alone, and keeps trying to get with AJ, when he only has eyes for his girl, who seems to be moving on with a certain Viper.  

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Life proved easier when love and commitments only existed in fairy tales, and childhood dreams. When it all became real with AJ Styles, life got a whole lot better and worse overnight. Before she never got hurt. She never stayed long enough to commit to anything. But AJ snuck up on her. She never saw him coming, until one day she realized how deeply in love she was with the man. Turning off her music, Tina stepped off the treadmill. These last few days have all been a blur, a hazy blur of workouts, wrestling, and work. She didn't want to think about her love life, and the problems she suddenly had.  

Forgetting too much about what's going on around her, she ran right into half of the cause of Tina's heartache. "Tina, can we talk?" Charlotte asked.  

"What about?" Tina took a step around the former champ, and kept moving.  

"About AJ. Look I know you still love him..."  

"And so, do you," said Tina matter-of-factly.  

"Well yeah, and I..."  

"You want to go after him, and need my go ahead," said Tina, suddenly feeling exhausted.  

"I didn't know how to ask," said Charlotte.  

Tina felt her blood pressure sky rocket, her breathing shorten, and her teeth clench. How dare this bitch asked if it was okay if she went for Tina's man. Sure, they weren't exactly talking right now, but that didn't mean they were over...did it? Taking in a deep breath, to stop herself from doing anything stupid Tina just walked away. Not wanting to insult a Flair and piss off the boss, Tina opted to just leave.  

"Is that a no?" Charlotte called after Tina, who just waved goodbye before walking out of the gym.  

"Oh my god, she seriously asked you that?" Carmella asked, as Tina stretched prepping for her match against Alexa.  

"Yeah, she did. Right there in the gym," said Tina.  

"What did you say?"  

"Well I wanted to tell the bitch to go fuck herself, but I also know she's the daughter of Ric Flair and that would-be career suicide, so I just walked off," said Tina.  

"Well are you going to get back with AJ?" Carmella asked.

Tina stood and looked past her friend into an invisible memory of her and AJ locked in an embrace as the Young Bucks filmed them for one of their YouTube videos. They all had dinner together before taking five minutes to film the short scene. She just missed being with him.  

"I don't want us to be over, Mella. I don't, but I don't know what to do? I’m still mad and hurt," she said letting out a sigh. "What should I do? How can I be sure he won't hurt me again?"  

"I don't know sweetie. That's something you have to figure out all on your own," said Mella, as the producer told Tina she was up.  

AJ stood by a monitor in a random part of backstage. He had his match against Kevin Owens later that same night, but he didn't want to miss Tina's match. God, he missed her. He watched her strut down to the ring in her assless chaps and black leotard. Her skin tanned, and smooth made AJ's mouth water at the memories of the nights and mornings stroking her beautiful buttery skin. He missed the smell of her perfume on the sheets, her hair tangled in his hands, her face creams, makeup, and hair products taking over the entire counter. He missed her laughing at his hair routine in the morning, and her tucking herself close to him as they waited in any line.  

"AJ?" Charlotte asked placing a hand on his shoulder.  

While AJ would love to say he still couldn’t remember the night he ruined his relationship, but truth is, flashes have been coming back to him. AJ had been drinking heavily with his buddies, Tina stayed back at the hotel, so he could have a "boy's night" as she called it. Tequila coursing through his bloodstream, his cognitive thinking had long fallen asleep, when Charlotte slide onto his lap.  

Mistake Number 1: Not pushing her off.  

A few drinks later, Charlotte nuzzled his neck.  

Mistake Number 2: Not pushing her off.  

A few drinks later, making out with Charlotte.  

Mistake Number 3: See the first two.  

"I'm watching, Tina," he said, never taking his eyes off of the woman of his dreams. She took a bump from the top rope, and AJ saw the instant pain on her face, but he knew his girl. It would take a lot more than a fall to keep her down for three seconds.  

"So, I heard you and Tina aren't together, and I just wanted to let you know that if you want to see what this could be between us?" Charlotte asked.  

AJ turned briefly to his friend. He saw the courage and hope written all over her face. Fuck, he was going to crush all of that.  

"Sorry Charlotte. But like I said before, there is never going to be us. I love Tina, and while we're not exactly on talking terms, she's it for me," said AJ.  

"Well, just keep me in mind if it doesn't work out," said Charlotte. "I’m not going anywhere."  

Shaking his head, AJ went back to watch Tina hit Alexa with a super kick as the Goddess of WWE jumped from the top rope. One, Two, Three, and his girl won.  

"Great job, Chrissy Girl," he whispered, hating to walk away. She had on that smile that lit her entire face up, and he knew the instant she saw him that smile would die.  

"AJ you're needed in the bull pen," some producer called to him.  

Slipping on his gloves, he saw Tina already backstage, and she still had that smile on her face as she talked with Randy Orton, who proceeded to lifted her onto one of his shoulders, and walk off. She looked so happy, and when her laughter his ears, a part of his heart cracked at the sound. It used to be only him that made her laugh that hard. Shoving that part of himself away, AJ focused on the match ahead. He would worry about his personal life later.  

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Are you independent or dependent? I am definitely both. But I feel like I’m starting to become more independent.

If you could put your life into a category, where would it go? I feel like this would be easier to answer if you gave a list of categories. I don’t know what kind of insight you’re looking for. <<< Yeah, I have no idea how to answer this. <<< Ditto.

How many animals do you have? Sooo. We have two dogs, one cat, and four rats. However, I have a total of six rats until I can get the bigger cage for the four I am keeping. My grandpa is taking two. My sister has a dog. My mom has a dog and a cat.

Are you popular? I have never been popular, and that hasn’t changed as an adult.

What time were you born? It was early evening I think? But I could be way off.

Have you had any candy this week? I have. My mom went a little crazy buying Halloween candy.

Are you more afraid of tornadoes or hurricanes? Tornadoes are more common around where I live, although I haven’t really had to deal with that devastation personally. I worry about family and a close friend that live in the south more since they do have hurricanes.

Do you like those nerd glasses? I’m not sure what this means.

Have you ever been in a fist fight? I’ve play wrestled, and that got intense on occasion, but that’s about it.

What color is your house? Light blue. Jacob wants to paint it dark brown.

When was the last time you saw a rainbow? It’s been awhile.

Have you ever ate a crayon? Not that I can recall, but it’s possible when I was a lot younger.

Ever rode in a helicopter? I don’t think so.

Do you like rabbits? Not as much as rats or ferrets, but yes.

Do you like mushrooms? Occasionally.

“It’s like you step into the room and just press play” What was the last movie you cried at? What to Expect When You’re Expecting. I forgot about the miscarriage storyline and it destroyed me.

What ice cream flavor best describes your personality? Chocolate because it’s my least favorite. Ha.

Would you rather work for a small or large company? I definitely prefer working for a smaller company. You’re not just a number... they actually see you as a person.

Where’s your favorite place to buy clothes? I usually just go to Walmart. I don’t know that I have a favorite since it’s the only place I go really.

How many languages do you speak? Just English.

What was the worst movie you’ve ever seen? I did not enjoy the paranormal or purge movies.

What video game have you played the most? Probably Mario Party.

What was your favorite TV show as a child? I really liked Invader Zim. Rugrats. Lizzie McGuire. Kim Possible. The Proud Family. Phil of the Future.

What’s your favorite sport? None. I’m not a huge fan of sports.

If you were given a brand new yacht, what would you name it? I don’t really know.

Do you believe there’s life on other planets? Not like E.T. but probably.

What was the worst place you ever traveled to? I don’t really know. There hasn’t been anywhere I haven’t really liked.

What is one thing you’re really bad at? Lately.. parenting. I’m getting frustrated because I’m not just parenting my kids, but my little sisters too.

Do you believe in angels? No.

Would you rather be a famous actor or musician? Musician.

“where have you been all my life?” If you could have invented one thing, what would it have been? Stuffed animals. They’re cute and fluffy.

What’s your favorite exercise workout? The treadmill.

What’s your favorite thing to do? I love spending time with my kiddos. And I really enjoy roadtrips and traveling. Reading, although I don’t get to do it enough.

What did you do for your 17th birthday? Hung out with Jacob and family. Nothing too much.

Does your local Wal Mart have benches in them to rest? Yeah.

Was your favorite stuffed animal really a teddy bear growing up? I tended to prefer dogs.

If your house was haunted, what would you do? If I believed in that... I don’t know.

Are you crazy in love currently? I wouldn’t say so.

Are you good at swimming? I’m okay. Not as good as Jacob.

What’s worse: Slow internet or slow walkers? Slow internet. I can’t handle it. Lol.

What is the rudest thing a guy has ever done to you? Use me.

Do you sleep with the sheets tucked in or out? Out.

What do you do to fall asleep faster? I usually just play on my phone until I pass out.

Do you carry a bottle of water wherever you go? Sometimes, but not often enough..

Ae you afraid that one day you might get cancer? I’m terrified of that. I’m not totally convinced I don’t currently have it. My brain is fun.

“Letters to Juliet” Are you a fast or slow walker? Fast-ish.

Do you usually have to wear a belt with your pants? I don’t wear belts.

Does it bother you when people’s underwear hangs out? It’s mostly whatever.

Are you usually the person to try new things with your hair? Just fun colors usually.

When’s your birthday? September 1.

Do you own a bobble-head toy? Nope.

What color was the towel you used to dry off with today after a shower? I haven’t showered yet. It’s on my to do list.

Has anyone ever walked you home? Yeah.

Have you ever liked someone and they were taken? Yup.

When was the last time you went fishing? This past summer.

True or false: You’ve read the book Lord of the Flies? False.

Have you heard of the band Yellowcard? Yeah.

Have you ever seen the show Teen Wolf? I have seen bits and pieces but wasn’t into it.

Do you have any quotes, lyrics etc on your walls? I have a Nightmare Before Christmas clock made out of a record and it has a quote. Are you a fan of Star Wars? Yeah.

“Our parents never let us cross the street, but we did it anyway” Has anyone ever told you that you have nice hair? Yeah.

What brand of camera do you own? Canon Rebel T7.

Is there something you’re not looking forward to? Leaving my kids for the weekend to go to GA for a wedding.

Have you ever read the book Thirteen Reasons Why? Yeah.

Do you wear white pants? Noooo.

When was the last time you were really angry? Not too long ago because I was working on school and kids weren’t listening.

Have you ever made a 3 pointer in a basketball game? I doubt it.

Do you think you look better with your hair up or down? It’s hella short right now so doesn’t matter.

Do you warm up before you hardcore exercise? No.

Do you want a pair of Converse shoes? I have some.

Are you more of a studs or hoops type of person when it comes to earrings? Studs.

How many shirts do you have of your favorite band? None.

Turn on the TV. What channel are you on? I’m in a different room.

Have you ever wore a tie before? No.

What did you have for breakfast this morning? Honey nut cheerios.

“For the Krusty Krab” Are you good at art? I wish, but no.

How many times have you read your favorite book? A lot.

Name one thing that you really hate. Abusive people.

Have you ever tried walking on stilts? Nope.

Is there a war that you find interesting? World War 2.

Would you rather live in the city or country? I think it’d be better for us if we lived more in the country.

Do you think $7 is too much for a movie ticket? They’re more than that, which is why we don’t really go.

Would you like to be a newscast person? Nooo.

Do you like word searches, coloring or crosswords better? Word searches and sometimes coloring. But I don’t have patience for adult coloring books.

Close your eyes and press a random key on the keyboard. f

How many William’s do you know? A few.

What time did you wake up this morning? I don’t know. I woke up several times.

Do you enjoy crutches? Never used them.

What’s better: Snapple or Arizona tea? I like the Arizona juices.

Make a word out of the word: Dinosaur. Sand.

“she said I love this song, I’ve heard it before” When you were younger, did you play with legos? Yeah. Loved them.

Do you like Trix cereal? Not anymore.

Do you get nervous easily? Ugh. Yes.

How long is your Facebook password? Ha.

Do you like the movie Mean Girls? I do.

How do you want your wedding to be? I’m already married.

Have you seen the movie or show Catfish? I’ve seen bits and pieces of the show.

Do you hate it when you arrive to something early? I’d rather be early than late.

Have you ever been on Omegle? Not that I remember.

Are you still in love with one of your exes? NOOO.

Do you think it’s attractive when guys wear beanies? Depends on the guy.

What’s something that makes you feel shy in public? Being in public. Lol.

Do you like the shows on MTV? I guess so, yeah.

If you could go back and relive one day, what day? I couldn’t pick one. It’d be a toss up between when Wyatt or Eliana was born, but probably when Eliana was born because Wyatt was already here too.

What’s one word you hate to be called? Bitch.

[platinumnib]

Metalfest was an excuse

Working title: Sharja fuck to celebrate metalfest.

NSFW.

Duh.

Enjoy.

June 4th, 2017 - Plzen, Czech Republic (I know it’s called Czechia now, but a lot of Czech people apparently think that name is really shit. And this is my story, anyway.)

Every few feet on their way to the dressing rooms, Tarja, giggling with love and still high on the rush of a crowd of screaming thousands, pushed a powerless Sharon against the wall to kiss the soul out of her. Thus, it took them longer than expected to reach their respective doors, but no more than five minutes later, both were out wearing whatever they’d reached for first and enormous sunglasses to hide most of their faces from cohorts of rabid fans.

An SUV was waiting for them, ready for the hour-long trip to Prague, where their reservations had been made for them.

The Four Seasons. Finally. The backseat had begun to seem too small for their mischievous play - and the driver, not quite keen on hearing the noises they couldn’t hold.

With a last, somewhat hasty liplock inside their suite, each of them took to one of the bathrooms to freshen up before a special celebration of a show well put on.

Tarja rid herself of the sweat and grime collected onstage with a refreshing shower full of vigorous scrubbing. Once dry, she pulled on a pair of lacy teal French panties that somehow managed to make her rather modest backside quite alluring, and a matching satin crop top. Her hair, she simply parted down the middle and let it fall to either side. No polish or makeup of any sort, save for some black brushed on her lids and lashes. Sharon liked her women - woman, the one and only - “natural” and simple and so, Tarja would accommodate.

When she came out, Sharon still hadn’t. She headed for the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed, getting excited already and just relishing the prospect of a good, well-needed session of dirty lovemaking. That, and she had a brand new toy to try out.

For two months, she’d had to make do with her own hand in front of a video chat window where her wife was doing the same. It never quite did, and more often than not, she had to enjoy the sight of Sharon’s climax instead of the feel of her own.

But now they were together, she’d take care of Sharon first and work her own self up all throughout. And when Sharon was sated and done with, Tarja would use her to finally cum proper.

She licked her lips, craving the real thing.

“Tari…”

She raised her head and there the real thing was striking a pose right in front of her eyes.

Her eyes cast the saucy look of a temptress. Her hair, all undone and gathered over one shoulder, fell down to cover a black, tighter-than-sin dressing gown, knotted at the waist with nothing underneath. The silk had the decency to cover her nipples and center, but so barely as to be even more of a beckon for curious hands than if she were stark naked.

She stalked towards Tarja on the balls of her feet, almost balancing on red-varnished toes (the same deep and sexual shade as her fingernails) to give her hips a hypnotic and inviting sway from side to side. Behind the thin fabric pretending to hide them from Tarja’s lustful ganders, her breasts noticeably bobbed up and down with each step.

As she closed in on her speechless girlfriend, her perfume - Rose Ikebana, sweet and pink and priceless, same as her - wafted through the air and filled Tarja’s nostrils with every intake of breath, numbed her mind until she could only see, smell or think of Sharon and, beyond her, nothing that mattered.

Tarja was the sort of woman who had a “favorite gym” in every European capital, but Sharon was a living reminder that however many hours she spent on a treadmill running after a perfect body, she would always be outdone.

Sharon was on par with goddesses and she made it look frustratingly effortless.

Tarja huffed a short breath; she could behave no more. She stood and covered the last step between them and, with a commanding growl, pulled her straight into a fiery kiss. Sharon’s eyebrows rose at once in genuine surprise. She kissed back not to be outdone, but the little woman still very much had the upper hand. Her tongue didn’t explore, it wrapped bold and confident around Sharon’s and scoured every corner of her warm mouth.

In loving unison, they filled the air with languid moans and sighs then after a second-long reprieve, delved in again with even more hunger.

It seemed as if they’d never be done until their mouths, both out of breath, finally parted for good and they opened their eyes. Tarja’s lips settled into a tender smile as she brushed her thumb across Sharon’s flushed cheek.

“You look so, so lovely…” she couldn’t help but whisper.

Nothing made her more excited than the thrill of being with her colleague-turned-lover; or was it lover-turned colleague?

Yes, that was definitely it.

She kept Sharon in her arms for a few moments longer, taking in some more of her heady scent, kissing her exposed collarbone. Soft hands drew a trail down the curve of Sharon’s back and her hips, and lower.

“Tari,” she said playfully. “Are you sure your hand should be there already?”

Though she did enjoy a very slow buildup, it was nothing but blatant teasing; even if Tarja’d taken her hands off, Sharon would have put them back herself.

“You’re a lurid beast, not a schoolgirl. My hands should be all over you, my gorgeous lady.” She punctuated her words with a firm pinch and Sharon bit her lip not to squeal. “My sweet Sharon… my loveliest angel.”

Those names never failed to make her lover’s knees go weak. Tarja had a wonderfully flattering way about her of making a woman feel wanted and precious.

“Now,” she murmured, fingering the tight-fitting silk down Sharon’s arm, “why don’t we get this off you.”

Sharon nodded with a coy smirk and let herself be slowly disrobed. The belt was pulled undone, the robe slid off and wound up in a pool of fabric on the carpeted ground.

Tarja drew a sharp breath at the sight in front of her. Aside from the familiar and thoroughly explored curves and hollows, the tautness of her belly and the birthmark near her hip, there was a new addition to Sharon’s body. Two additions, that was, one on each of her breasts.

Solid gold barbells went through her nipples, carrying rings that hung down to the bottom edge of the areola.

“Are those for me to play with?” she frowned, nudging one with the back of her index. It was enough for Sharon to shiver.

“Pull them,” she replied in a sexy whisper, “and you can have whatever comes along.”

Tarja hummed with a satisfied little smirk.

“Clever girl…”

Carefully tugging on a ring, she led a moaning Sharon by it to the nearby king-size and pushed her down onto it on her back. Obviously, she had a few ideas already.

She leant down and planted a kiss near Sharon’s navel, struggling to decide whether she wanted to lick her way up or down, before the light tinkle of the twin rings proved too enticing to resist. Sticking out the tip of her tongue, she pushed it flat against the pale skin and slowly dragged it up, making Sharon wriggle and sigh.

She reached the full, perfect mounds and pushed her tongue up the valley in between, went on to find Sharon’s throat and her licks turned into bruisingly hard kisses.

After a minute, she’d left two or three rosy red marks and Sharon was getting desperate to feel her elsewhere.

Tarja wandered all over each of Sharon’s breasts before latching onto a nipple to toy with, swirling her tongue around it one moment and suckling hard the next. Her fingers went to work much the same way on the ringed nub that was still untouched, until both had turned as firm as diamonds. It slipped out of her lips with a pop, equal parts lewd and adorable.

“You know, I’m always jealous of those,” she said with firm, pale breast flesh spilling out of her small hands. “Whenever you’re dancing around and they are too… it makes me lose my mind.”

Sharon only moaned - the sensual treatment hadn’t left her capable of much else - and ran her fingers through Tarja’s hair.

“Take those off,” she asked and slipped a finger underneath Tarja’s waistband, but her hand was swatted aside.

“Not yet. I keep my clothes until it’s my turn to get off.”

Tarja straddled one of Sharon’s thighs and shuffled forward until they were pussy to pussy with only thin silk between them. She leant down and took Sharon’s lip between her own to suck on while her middle slowly began to gyrate.

A moan escaped her lover’s mouth only for Tarja to mute it with hers. She kept her hips rocking, building up over long moments to a steady pace she’d hold until the end. Her hands were roaming all over Sharon’s body, stroking and squeezing, pinching, helping her hips along in their task. Her lips were ajar, her look deep and soulful and locked onto Sharon, who thought she just might drown in all the love gathered in Tarja’s eyes.

The roughness of fine lace dragging against her nerves, every move resonated through her body in ripples of torturous pleasure that left prickled skin and tense muscles in their path.

Both lubricated freely, and the heat and the wetness they exuded welded them together at the middle.

“Oh, Tari…” she moaned. “Not much longer to go.”

Tarja’s hand cradled her jaw the way she always loved to do, and stroked her cheek and mouth with a gentle thumb. Sharon reflexively parted her lips to lightly suck on the pad of it. Moments like those always lasted a lifetime.

“How close are you?” Tarja asked.

“Almost there…”

“Good, good…” she crooned. “Hold it ‘til I tell you.”

Sharon nodded - convulsed, more like.

Tarja reached for the bedside table - without once slowing the maddening movement of her lower body - and pulled out what seemed like a large egg covered in pink silicone. At the push of a button at the bottom of it, the thing began to shake and quietly hum in her hand.

She brought the egg down towards Sharon’s pubis, touched it to her skin for a moment and saw her body quiver out of control as she moaned long and low.

The egg slid down an inch and buzzed right against Sharon’s most sensitive spot.

“Oh God…” the words came as a strangled whimper out of her throat.

“Not yet,” Tarja hummed, very much approving of the reactions. Her own voice was strained and husky, but nowhere near as much. She was having fun; Sharon was having more than she could take, but she’d obey all the same.

The moment the wicked device slipped inside of her well-lubricated entrance, Sharon’s eyes rolled back in their sockets. The cry she gave was positively pathetic and no one, heartless though they may be, would have prolonged her agony.

“Now, you can cum.”

Just then, Sharon arched her back into a bow ready to snap.

If she was coming or going, she hadn’t the faintest idea, but it felt like nothing else in the world. She cried out and shook against Tarja, gushing liquid all over them both.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” she muttered, all of her body quaking at the vibrator’s whim.

The thing was merciless and powerful. Too powerful. She screeched for it to be taken out but by the time Tarja tugged it free by its string, Sharon had already launched into her next climax.

And Tarja was rolling and grinding against her all throughout, filling her eyes with the obscene spectacle, and carrying her from one orgasmic wave to another, until she washed ashore, dripping wet and wrung out.

Slowly, she curled up into a fetal heap of searing, sweaty flesh shaking with little gasps and sobs.

Tarja smiled fondly at the poor sight of her and lay down by Sharon’s side to cover her face in unhurried kisses until she’d gotten herself back together.

“How are you feeling?”

“Half-dead,” she sighed. “I love you, you know…”

“Have you got it in you to show me how much?”

Sharon rolled her body on top of Tarja in a manner most sloth-like and cradled her face.

“What would make you happy?”

“I’d like to take your pretty face for a ride… and we’re set up the wrong way for it, it seems to me.”

In a flash, Sharon found herself underneath, and Tarja was straddling her chest. She pulled her skimpy coverings off in a second and rode up until Sharon was nuzzling her well-kept bush of soft, dripping wet curls (“natural”).

“How good can you breathe?”

Tarja was short and as slim as a healthy woman could allow herself to be; her weight was nothing at all to bear. Sharon stuck her tongue out, gave a lap to try the waters and Tarja flinched in response.

She didn’t need much more to start rocking her womanhood onto Sharon’s face.

“Get to work, then!” she groaned, clutching a fistful of the black mane scattered all over the pillow as an incentive for its owner.

It worked, going by the way Sharon’s tongue darted into her folds to lick up their wetness as best she could. Up and down it went again and again at a feverish rhythm, along the offered entrance, teasing the engorged, nervous bud at the top then going back to licking between her labia. Tarja’s savage cries and her juices were pouring out so fast Sharon thought she was drowning. But she kept working bravely, ever the one to please.

Her rider was panting and grinding without a hint of mercy and pulling her up by the hair to burrow further into her pussy lips, spread wide and showing the bright pink beyond them.

“Drink me, Sharon, eat me fucking raw!” she groaned, almost delirious.

Orders were superfluous, as Sharon was very willing and hungry for her lover’s cunt, but even if she hadn’t been, there was no way she could do otherwise; the strong thighs either side of her face were clamping up as the inevitable was nearing; they almost had her in a headlock.

Sharon latched onto her clitoris and began to suck to the pace of Tarja’s rocking hips. She let out a long, low wail, which quickly turned into a loud scream as a gushing orgasm drenched Sharon further than she already was. In a moment, it was over and Tarja was boneless and empty.

She heavily rolled her body off Sharon’s face and, between raucous pants, managed to soundly kiss her mouth and taste her own pungent flavor.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” she inquired in ragged breaths.

“I thought you just might break my nose.”

“Oh, sorry about it, dear…” she cooed, dropping a repentant kiss onto the tip of said nose. “Your pretty face does make for a very nice sex toy.”

Sharon flushed all at once and pulled her hair in front of her face to cover it in mock shame while Tarja giggled and amorously gave her lips a sound buss.

“You taste like pussy,” she noted with a grin, almost proud of herself for such a thorough face-fucking.

“Your fault.”

That much was indubitable.

A knock was heard at the door, followed by a hesitant “Room service!”.

Tarja tilted her head askance but Sharon only smiled and stood off the bed, reaching for a robe to drape around her naked self.

“That’s our mouthwash.”

As soon as she opened the door, Sharon saw in the groom girl’s eyes how well-fucked she had to look. Skin all flushed with love-bites showing, hair tousled, wet with more than her own sweat and barely covered by the robe hastily knotted, revealing much of what should have remained hidden. She tightened the garment quickly over her chest and looked away in shame, as did the girl out of propriety.

“You know who’s with me,” Sharon whispered as she slipped the employee a bill and took the bottle, ice bucket and glasses from the trolley to set them on the nearest table. “I would be grateful if no one else did.”

The girl smiled with a furious red blush and handed back a small white card - one of the hotel’s business cards - along with a pen.

“Maybe I could be swayed with an autograph? Management wouldn’t give me the night off, so I couldn’t make the show,” she explained.

Sharon signed the paper and gave it back before shooting the fan a parting smirk. She shut the door to find Tarja (who’d taken the time to put on a dressing robe of her own) had popped the cork and was pouring them two chilled goblets.

Sipping the exquisite wine, they made their way to the balcony hoping to catch the first rays of daylight. A sunrise was less romantic than a sunset, perhaps, but they had champagne, the stunning sight of Prague and a massive suite that smelt of sex. Surely that was romantic enough.