#like we only had Netflix but I got my friends passwords for other stuff

[scarrunner05]

I think it’s very silly when murder mysteries make their little detective people have basically psychic powers and this is partially why I like psych. The best murder mystery to ever do this very sillyly is psych.

the best media to ever exist. I take no criticism I’m sure there’s technically better but something something Im sorry I’ve never had a 3 month long mental breakdown from lack of sleep because any other show suddenly got removed from all platforms and I had no way to watch it about any other show so like. Objectively the best to me. In my heart.

I’m very tired now so I’m gonna go put on episode 5 of season 2 and down the track comes murder in which a jockey is killed and they must prove the innocence of their childhood bully just as I have every night for the past 5 months because I am extremely allistic.

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Note: my friends will find out and they will most likely hate me. For some reason, I don’t blame them.

“Is it a prank? It has to be a prank. Am I on national television? Where are the hidden cameras? How do I look?”

“It’s not a prank. There are no cameras.” You adjusted the strap of your bag on your shoulder and stepped to the side to avoid being ran over by an electric scooter. “But now that you mention it, you look great—especially for this hour.”

Nichole didn’t blush, but it was a close thing. “Last night I did one of those masks that you and Craig got me for my birthday. That one that looks like a panda? I also got a new sunscreen that’s supposed to give you a bit if a glow. And I put on mascara,” she added under her breath.

You could ask her why she’d gone the extra mile to look fabulous on a run-of-the-mill Tuesday morning but you already knew: obviously Tolkien would be here today therefore she would be seeing him.

You hid a smile. As weird as the idea of your best friend dating your ex sounded, you were glad that she allowed herself to consider Tolkien romantically. Mostly, it was nice to know the indignity you’d put yourself through with Donovan on The Night was paying off. That, all together, with Pete’s very promising potential business offer had you thinking things might be finally looking up.

“Okay.” Nichole chewed on her lower lip, deep in concentration. “So it’s not a prank. Which means that there must be another explanation. Let me find it.”

“There is no other explanation to be found. We just—”

“Oh my God. Are you trying to get citizenship? Are they deporting you back to Canada because we’ve been sharing Kyle’s Netflix password? Tell them we didn’t know it was a federal crime. No wait, don’t tell them anything, we’ll get you a lawyer. And, Y/N I will marry you. I’ll get you a green card and you won’t have to—”

“Nichole.” You squeezed your friends had tighter to get her to shut up for a second. “I promise you, I’m not getting deported. I just went on a single date with Donovan.”

Nichole scrunched up her face and dragged you to a bench. She forced you to sit down. You complied, telling yourself that had the roles been reversed you would have absolutely had the same reaction. Hell, if you had caught Nichole kissing Donovan you would have enlisted her for full-blown psychiatric help.

“Listen,” Nichole started, “do you remember last spring, after the album release party, when I held your hair back while your projectile vomited the five pounds worth of spoiled meat?”

“Yeah. I do.” You cocked you head, pensive. “You ate more then me and never got sick.”

“Because I’m made of sterner stuff, but never mind that. The point is; I am here for you, always will be. No matter what. No matter how many pounds of spoiled meat you projectile vomit, you can trust me. We’re a team, you and I. And Craig when he’s not pissing off the population. So if Donovan is secretly a extraterrestrial life-form planning on taking over the Earth that will ultimately result in humanity being enslaved by evil overlords who look like cicadas, and the only way to stop him is dating him, you can tell me and I’ll inform NASA—”

“For god sakes.” —you had to laugh—“it was just a date!”

Nichole looked pained. “I just don’t understand.”

Because it doesn’t make sense. “I know, but there’s nothing to understand. It’s just…We went on a date.”

“But…why? N/N, you’re beautiful and smart and funny and have excellent taste in clothes, why would you go out with Clyde Donovan?”

You scrunched your nose. “Because he is…” It cost you, to say the word. Oh it cost you. But you had to. “Nice.”

“Nice?” Her eyebrows shot so high they almost got lost in her hairline.

She does look extra cute today, you reflected. Pleased.

“Clyde “Dick” Donovan?”

“Well yeah. He is…” you looked around, as if help could come from the bushes or the people rushing by on their ways to work. When it didn’t seem forthcoming you finished, lamely. “He’s a nice asshole I guess.”

Nichole’s expression went straight up disbelieving. “Okay so you went from dating someone as cool as Tolkien to going out with Clyde Donovan.”

Prefect. This was exactly the opening you had wanted “I did. And happily, because I never cared that much about Tolkien.” Finally, some truth in this conversation. “It wasn’t that hard to move on. Honestly. Which is why—please, Nichole, put that boy out of his misery. He deserves it, and above all, you deserve it. I bet he’s here today, or we’ll I know he is.” You gestured to the building. “You should ask him to accompany you to coffee when he’s done with the other business meeting and to horror movie festivals so I don’t have to sleep with the lights on for the next six months.”

This time, Nichole was flustered. She looked down at her hands, picked at her fingernails and then she began to fiddle with the hem of her shorts before saying, “I don’t know. Maybe. I mean, if you really think that—”

The sound of an alarm went off from Nichole’s pocket, and she straightened to pull out her phone. “Shit. I’ve got a “meeting” with Stan.” she rolled her eyes. “To discuss vocals for some of the songs.” She stood up picking up her bag. “Want to get together for lunch?”

“Can’t. Already promised Kyle we’d go grocery shopping.” You smiled. “Maybe Tolkien’s free, though.”

She rolled her yes. But the corners of her mouth were curling up. It made you much more than a little happy. So happy that you didn’t even flip her off when she asked “Is he blackmailing you?”

“Huh?”

“Donovan. Is he blackmailing you? Did he find out that your an aberration and pee in the shower?”

“First of all, it’s time efficient.” You glared at her. “Second, I find it oddly flattering that you think Donovan would go to these ridiculous lengths to get me to date him.”

“Anyone would, N/N. Because your awesome.” Nichole’s grimaced before adding, “Except when you’re peeing in the shower.”

Tolkien was acting weird. Which didn’t mean much, since Tolkien had always been abit awkward. Having recently split from you to date your best friend was not going to make him any less so—but today he seemed even weirder than usual. He came into the coffee shop next door to the record company, a few hours after your conversation with Nichole. And proceeded to stare at you for two good minutes. Then three. Then five. It was more attention then he’d ever payed you—yes, including your dates.

When it got borderline ridiculous, you lifted your eyes from your laptop and waved at him. Tolkien flustered, grabbed his latte from the counter and found a table for himself. You went back to rereading your two line email for the seventieth time.

Not twenty minutes later, Tweek walked in and took a seat next to Tolkien. They immediately started whispering to each other and pointing at you. Any other day you would have been concerned and a little upset, but Pete Thelman had already answered your email, which took priority over…anything, really.

Yes! You had several days to convince him to take on your project, which was much better than the ten minutes you had originally anticipated. You fist-pumped—which lead to Tolkien and Tweek staring at you more weirdly. What was up with them, anyway? If Tolkien knew what you were doing he certainly wouldn’t be giving you that look, besides there shouldn’t be any bad blood between you and him. Did you have toothpaste of your face? Who cared? You were going to meet Pete Thelman and convince him to let the band do work with for the charity. You were going to help cancer research.

You were in an excellent mood until two hours later. When you entered the apartment and Kyle was sat on the couch. Upon hearing your entering, he paused the show he was watching and looked at you.

“You sneaky little monster.” He hissed his green eyes were almost comically narrow. “I’ve been texting you all day.”

“Oh.” You patted the pocket of your jeans then your front pocket. “I think I might of left it here today.”

“I cannot believe it.”

“Believe what?”

“I cannot believe you.”

“I don’t know what your talking about.”

“I thought we were friends.”

“We are.”

“Good friends.”

“We are. You, Nichole, and Craig are my best friends. What—”

“Clearly not if the had to hear it all from Tweek, who heard it from Bebe, who heard it from Tolkien, who heard it from Nichole—”

“Hear what?”

“—who heard it from I don’t even know who. And I thought we were friends.”

Something icy crawled it’s way up your back. Could it be…No. no, it couldn’t be. “Hear what?”

“I’m done. I’m letting the cockroach’s eat you. And I’m changing the Netflix password.”

Oh no. “Kyle, hear what?”

“That your dating Clyde Donovan.”

Masterlist

[1kook]

hulu & woohoo

summary: But there’s more important matters to attend to than Jungkook’s Jersey Shore boner. warnings: slight feelings of insecurity, smut; fingering, cunnilingus, cum eating, squirting, handjobs, unprotected, riding, slight praise kink misc: if you’re not a Jersey shore fan honestly GET OUT, mentions of capitalism😡, more kind/understanding kook, basically a “what are we?” fic but silly, irresponsible emailing habits, its so dumb just read wc: 6.3k

[ this is a sequel to netflix & chill !! ]

started off silly then I was like 😳what if we sprinkled in a dilemma™️😳 anyway here’s the kook i imagined for this fic <3

Contrary to popular belief, Jungkook does in fact have his own paid subscription to Netflix. He doesn’t ride on his family account anymore, nor does he swindle his friends into sharing their passwords ‘just once.’ Just like everything else about his mature persona, Jungkook is adamant on paying those ten and something dollars for the streaming platform.

However, his fall into capitalism doesn’t end there.

Among other things, Jungkook also pays for Hulu, Amazon Prime, Disney Plus, HBO, as well as a couple indie stuff you’ve never heard of in all your years. He’s a bigger nerd than you originally thought, with an incessant need to watch every single piece of media available.

Frankly, you don’t see the need to own so many different streaming services, especially not when pirating websites exist and you could so easily watch Jersey Shore for free, if you’re not too concerned with infecting your laptop with every software virus known to humankind. Luckily for you, your app developer boo with his—admittedly tiny—knowledge in computers can iron out those issues for you.

It’s moments like these, Jungkook fiddling with the internal system settings of your laptop to the best of his abilities, that you find yourself grateful for having met Jungkook, and even if it’s been a little over two months now and he still hasn’t popped the question (“Will you be my girlfriend?”), you’d still kiss him silly.

He sighs for the umpteenth time, rubbing his eyes as he stares at the same system warning on the screen. “Babe, just pay the six bucks for Hulu and you can watch all the Jersey Shore episodes you want,” he says, leaning back in his chair as he stares at you from across the dining table.

You scoff, almost scandalized by his suggestion. “You think I have the resources to hand over six bucks every month?” You abandon your homework in front of you, the one you had so dutifully been working on before your computer was flooded with about a thousand Hot Moms in YOUR Area! notifications before abruptly shutting down. “Buddy, that's lunch at Starbucks.”

Jungkook clicks around a few more times, round glasses sliding down his nose which he will occasionally scrunch up to save from falling. “First of all, lunch at Starbucks sounds sad,” he retorts, and you kick his shin from beneath the table. He doesn’t even flinch, the damn muscle bunny, instead leveling you with an unimpressed glare. “Second of all, I told you I’d give you my passwords but you said—“

“No!” You exclaim.

Call it what you want, but that rose-tinted image of Jungkook being a saint in this world, too sweet and naive for his own good, never faded. Your brain saw it that night of your first date and ran with it, never mind the fact he was quite the devious scoundrel, gentlemanly perception be damned the way he’d tug at your skirts and your hair in public like you were on the playground, always teasing, always playing with you, so discreetly no one would ever see it coming from him, of all people. Your brain saw all that too, the little childish streak he’d get sometimes, but your heart stomped it out, wrapped up in the image of Jungkook being your golden boy, and you couldn’t possibly take advantage of such an angel’s kindness to mooch off his streaming services.

From across the table, Jungkook gives you a pointed look, as if he knows you’re trapped in that brain of yours again. Unlike you, Jungkook was easily able to pick apart your true personality, and the way the devil on your shoulder spoke more often than not. He knew you were prone to outrageous schemes and evil villain monologues, and he still kept you around. Let you linger around his home in his big shirts and eat his healthy breakfasts with him. Jungkook liked you, as silly and mean as you were, and he was very obvious about it.

“The password—“

“Is none of my business,” you halt him with a tone of finality in your voice, gesturing for him to slide the beat up laptop back over. Jungkook sighs, runs a hand over his face like you’ve worn him out, but relents.

Taking it with a triumphant grin, you settle back into your seat, nudge his foot with yours beneath the table. Jungkook nudges you back, the adorable fuzzy socks he was wearing making you giggle, a sound that finally brings a smile to his face. “Y’know…” he says, “if you’re gonna be the Disney villain you claim to be, you might as well just take all my passwords.”

Rolling your eyes, you focus your attention back on copying some notes for class, falling back into the rhythm of glancing at the screen and back at your notebook. “You’re cute,” you mindlessly hum, taking great pleasure in the rosy hue that rises to his cheeks, one he tries to hide by coughing into his elbow. You set your pencil down, watch him squirm under your gaze like he always does, blushy and shy like he hadn’t had you twisted like a pretzel beneath him an hour ago. “Don’t worry about it,” you tell him, reaching over to place your hand over his, where it’s idly tapping over some textbook he’s got out. Immediately, he turns it over, squeezes your palm in his. “I don’t mind getting thirty two viruses an hour.”

The reluctant worry in his gaze remains, sweet puppy eyes flickering over you as if trying to catch a hint of a lie. He was so adorable, you could kiss him silly. Finally, Jungkook gives in, though he does so with a lot of effort; letting you fool around on pirating websites truly was the bane of his existence. “Just bring it to me if it breaks down again, okay?” He settles, and you nod.

To your surprise, he brings your hand up and presses a kiss to the back of your knuckles, holds your gaze like he absolutely adores you.

He was so handsome, so caring, and so blatantly not yours.

—

“Not heading to your boyfriend's house today?” Doyeon asks the second she steps into your shared dorm, fighting with the boots on her feet. In the last two months of knowing Jungkook (everybody say thank you, Kim Namjoon), it’s become rare to see you home for more than two nights in a row. Jungkook was irresistible in more ways than you could count. If you weren’t falling into bed with him, you were smothering his cute face on the couch, or hovering behind him in the kitchen.

“Not my boyfriend,” you deny, huffy, and she knows how you feel about the subject, which is why she only prods more.

“Wow,” Doyeon drawls, glancing over your shoulder where you’ve got Jersey Shore playing on one half of the screen, an essay document on the other. “The man you see every other night, who looks and fucks like a god, who buys you a shit ton of presents, and treats you like you’re his world… is not your boyfriend?”

On screen, the toxic couple of the century is engaged in another screaming match, the reality tv show quickly spiraling as dramatic music takes over the speakers.

You scratch the back of your head. “Yeah. Well.”

Doyeon almost combusts at your response, flinging herself onto her twin bed in disgust. “He is a fool, a court jester if you will,” she seethes. “You're the hottest babe in a fifteen mile radius chasing after him and he still hasn’t asked you?”

Deciding you can’t comfortably watch the toxicity on screen with Doyeon talking so loudly, you slam down on the spacebar to pause the show. The fickity website, set out to ruin you since you first discovered it a few weeks ago, crashes. It takes your half-assed essay with it as the whole computer suddenly blacks out. You sigh.

“And on top of that,” she’s still going, “you’re hot and evil. Like bro. Come on.”

“Yes, I’m sure every man dreams of getting with an evil seductress,” you sarcastically reply, reaching for your phone to text Jungkook for help, when you suddenly remember why exactly you’re not with him right now. He’d gone to Busan to visit his family this weekend, a quick trip, he’d told you with his tongue down your throat. You shiver at the memory.

You still really want to watch Jersey Shore, though. Almost desperately. It’d been a long time since you watched it, and you honestly forgot the pivotal role that and a bunch of other reality shows had played in shaping you into the conniving woman you were today.

Doyeon seems about done with her tirade against Jeon Jungkook, dramatically storming into the en-suite bathroom you share with your neighbors.

Tapping your phone against your lip, you carefully consider your options. You could just boot your laptop back up, pray for the best and move on. But the 240p episodes were doing a number on your eyes, and for a moment you considered handing over those six bucks to pay for a Hulu membership.

It’s short-lived, and eventually you settle on calling Jungkook.

He answers on the fourth ring, and wherever he is is insanely loud. There’s voices shouting, lots of bustling, until eventually a door closes and Jungkook’s silky voice oozes through the speaker. “Baby? What’s up?”

“Hi,” you respond, feel something disgustingly sweet settle in your chest. “Is this a bad time?” You ask tentatively.

Jungkook laughs, low and raspy. “No,” he tells you, and you hear the smile in his voice. “Never a bad time for you.”

You could lunge through the screen right now, rain kisses down on his face until he’s giggling, telling you it’s too much. The feeling in your chest tightens, and you almost blurt out something embarrassingly cheesy, but a voice in the background calls for him, and Jungkook’s voice responds, “In a sec, mom. I’m talking to a friend right now.”

The glass roof shatters.

Even though you’d just told Doyeon you two weren’t a thing, despite all the coupley things you did, something about Jungkook telling his mom you’re just a friend isn't right. You frown, listen as his mother, a voice just as delicate as his, asks him to grab something from inside. With each second that ticks by, the discomfort you feel grows tenfold, until you’re barely holding yourself together.

Eventually, Jungkook returns. “So what’s up?” He asks again, and you remember what you initially called for. Putting on your big girl pants, you brush your uncalled for insecurities to the side, making sure he can’t detect anything in your tone.

“Your Hulu password. Can I have it?” You say, realize how robotical your voice sounds and belatedly throw in a, “please.”

Jungkook laughs, loud and boyish. The sound almost makes you melt, makes you fall for him even more. The niggling doubt in the back of your head still rings, but it’s temporarily washed away by the man on the phone. “Finally giving in?” He chuckles, doesn’t give you time to respond. “Sure, babe. I’ll text you the login stuff.” You hum, twirl your pencil idly as Jungkook announces he has to go, something about his family waiting on him. You bid him adieu, send him a halfhearted kiss over the phone, and only hope he feels half as content as you do when he does the same for you.

You don’t want to be dramatic about it. In your heart of hearts, you know Jungkook is just more reserved when it comes to dating. He wants to be one hundred percent sure your heart is in the same game as his, tied to the same rules, and putting in the same effort. But there’s a seed of insecurity that plants itself in the back of your head, tells you the reason Jungkook hasn’t asked you out is simply because you’re not good enough.

Jungkook was as rich as they come—not in money, but in personality. (Well, with the way he was advancing through his career, you get the sense he’ll be rich rich in the next few years too.) He had a huge heart, so caring and supportive of those around him, and an even bigger moral compass—hence the ridiculous amounts of streaming services he paid for—and you strongly believed no one was worthy of standing beside someone as wonderful as him.

Sadly, that meant you too.

Jungkook was your dream lover, and with every passing day, you were beginning to think you weren’t his. It had been two months since your first date, and realistically speaking, you know it’s not weird for people to casually date for such a time. It hadn’t been that long, truthfully, but the way you and Jungkook had clicked made it seem so.

He treated you like a queen, pleased your heart and body like no other. None of what Doyeon said earlier was a fib—he picked you up from school in that classy Benz, let you stay the night and sleep in his clothes, ate you out in the morning like you were his breakfast. You acted like you were in a relationship, but what exactly were the two of you?

Were Jungkook’s feelings even at the same level as yours?

Some days, you couldn’t fathom the idea of being so far away from him, texting him incessantly to feel a semblance of his presence. There was always a metaphorical elephant sitting on your chest, the weight of your unlabeled relationship, your insecurities, waiting for him to finally cut you off, decide you’re not what he wants. You wonder sometimes if he sees you out of convenience, but you always remind yourself Jungkook was too emotional and soft to drag someone around like that. (Or was he?)

Realizing how deep you’ve fallen into your spiraling pit of uncertainty, you shake yourself of those thoughts, mindlessly typing in the Hulu login credentials Jungkook texts you.

—

You’re in the student center when Jungkook comes home, laptop and books spread out over a circle table to stop anyone else from coming up to you. You’ve got your headphones in, the background sounds of late 2000’s club music from a Jersey Shore episode drifting through your ears.

A hand suddenly grabs onto your shoulder, and you send nearly half the table’s contents onto the floor when you screech, leg blindly kicking the table. “Woah, woah,” Jungkook calms, pulling out an earbud for you, and the sight of his face makes you relax again, before you’re striking his chest.

“Don’t ever scare me like that again,” you warn, shooting daggers at him as he pulls a chair close to you, plopping down beside you. Jungkook laughs, kisses your temple.

“You doing okay, beautiful?” He inquires, and your heartbeat, which had only just begun to settle from your fright, lurches at the hooded gaze he sends you.

You nod, unconsciously lean closer to him. Jungkook smiles, cheeks pulled tight when you plant a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Glad to hear it,” he says, wrapping an arm around your shoulders to keep you close.

You never thought you’d be one of those people. Y’know, the couple shoving PDA down everyone’s throats in a very crowded place. But you can’t help it with Jungkook, gaze honed in on the mole beneath his lip as he recounts his trip to his family’s place. His hair is fluffy again, parted a little to the side to show his forehead. He’s got that big dark hoodie on, the one you love. Your love-addled brain thinks, I could give you a family, but you quickly shut that thought down.

There was no need to think as much for a man who wasn’t even your boyfriend.

Before you can spiral, there’s a set of fingers brushing over your neck, almost casually. You return your attention to Jungkook, watch him leisurely gaze over the bustling students around you. “Missed you,” he says quietly, like he doesn’t want anyone to hear. Hell, if your eyes hadn’t been trained on his face, you don’t think you would’ve.

Finally, he glances back at you. He says nothing, his eyes dipping down to your mouth. He leans forward, presses a smooch to your lips, only to smile at you afterward. “Come over?”

The difference between you and Jungkook is that you were very obviously, outwardly evil. You were not embarrassed to admit you were scheming, or that you had ulterior motives behind doing something. You used what you had to your advantage, mastered all types of expressions to get what you wanted.

Jungkook, on the other hand, was a subtle schemer. In fact, he was so goddamn subtle, you doubt he even knew he was a schemer.

But he definitely was one, and your experiences with him were enough to convince you so. There were times he’d stare at you longingly, like a puppy, until you’d do something for him. Times he’d use his demure face to lure you into going to the hardware store for him, into watching some boring documentary with him. Times, like now, where his voice was a little too smooth and low to be considered his normal pitch, clouded gaze sweeping over your features until you understood what he meant by come over.

Numbly, you nod, watch the quirk of his lips as he kisses you once more before gathering your things for you.

The car ride passes by in a flash, Jungkook’s hand on your knee, your head in the clouds. You imagine how easy it would be to just lean over right here, tug him out of his sweats and get that super suck 5000 on him. But Jungkook’s shy, the devil on your shoulder croons, he’d like it better in the backseat, where no one can see.

Your bag hasn’t even touched the floor yet when he pushes you against the door of his house, shoes and coats half off as he envelopes your lips with his.

His hands are warm, cupping your neck to guide you through the kiss, blindly pulling you down the hall. You feel him falter by the stairs, torn between just throwing you on the couch and ravishing you there or making the trip upstairs to the comfort of his bed. You reach up, run your fingers through his hair. “Wherever you want, baby,” you reassure him, and become consumed with glee when his hands grab into the backs of your thighs, hitch you into his arms as he rushes the two of you up the stairs.

The bed is as fluffy as you remember it, and you bounce up towards the pillows after he drops you on the end. He tugs his shirt over his head, chocolate strands coming out a mess afterwards, before crawling up your body. Jungkook’s hands are incessant, grabbing onto every inch of you he possibly can. He kisses up your tummy, pushing your shirt up as he goes, hikes it over the swell of your breasts to gently fondle them in his palms.

When he’s just about suffocated himself between them, he pops back out, catches your gaze with a twinkle in his. “Hi,” you squeak, and Jungkook grins, leaning up to kiss you.

“Hi, pretty girl,” he returns, let’s your tongue slide into his mouth, sucks on the appendage teasingly. You whimper, and Jungkook releases. “You miss me?” He asks, and if you hadn’t been well-versed in the art of Jungkook’s sexy talk, you wouldn’t have noticed the tingle of nervousness that curls around the question.

You placate him, “always.”

It’s all Jungkook needs as he wiggles you out of your clothes, shucks them off somewhere to the side. His hands trail over your body, massage your breasts and pinch the nipples. You sigh, melt into the sheets as he runs his palms over you. He rolls you over, pulls your hips up and carefully pushes your face into the mattress, pushing your hair to the side to peck your neck when he leans over.

“So soft for me, sweetheart,” he purrs, hands slithering around your waist, down your abdomen until the tip of his pointer finger is idly swirling over your clit.

You whine, clutch the comforter beneath you at the touch. “Oh, fuck,” you groan, push your hips back against him. He’s still got his sweats on, and you want desperately to turn around and rip them off of him, feel the press of his cock against your ass.

As if sensing your urgency, Jungkook calms you with kisses trailing over your spine, hot breath fanning over your neck. His fingers slow, just barely grazing over your clit. “Did you touch yourself while I was gone?” He asks, and you struggle to choke out a response when he presses his finger down against you.

“No,” you eventually gasp, jolt when his hand reaches down, glides through the swollen folds of your cunt.

As if content with your response, Jungkook lets his fingers caress you for a few beats, laps against the side of your neck as you whimper, beg him to continue. When he does, it’s with no ounce of his usual gentle attitude, two fingers shoving forcefully past the tight clench of your pussy lips, deep into your cunt. You shudder, gasping into the sheets.

“Good girl,” Jungkook praises, flutters a kiss right below your ear. Your neurons are working overtime, unsure of what to do as he explores your cunt, fingers dragging against your walls. You want to close your eyes, bask in his touches, but every brush of his fingers has them rolling back, fluttering open. “This pussy is mine, isn’t it?”

His fingers curl, briefly brushing over your soft spot. But it’s enough to make you cry out, pant against the sheets. “Yours,” you choke, push back against him like he’ll do it again.

A thumb circles your clit, and the tight feeling in your belly snaps, has you crying out his name as your first orgasm in a few days washes over you. “Jungkook,” you whimper, nearly sob when his hands pull away, letting you flop down onto the mattress in a boneless heap. Your thighs feel sticky, and you watch blearily as Jungkook hovers behind you.

“So quickly?” He chuckles, turning you back over. He spreads your legs, exposing your pussy to the cool air of the room, and you shiver. A lone finger drags over your cunt, collecting the glossy substance on the tip, before Jungkook is sucking it into his mouth.

He had an affinity for this kind of stuff, you’ve learned. Like he genuinely thought your cum was the most delicious thing in the entire world. That being said, you’re not surprised when he ducks down, pushes your legs to your chest as he begins devouring your pussy.

“Slow down,” you gasp, hand curling in his hair as he spares you not, sensitivity be damned. He was gonna lick you clean. He groans, tongue shoved into your cunt, cute nose brushing against your clit. “Kook,” you warn, though it’s more of a shuddered cry. “I-I’ll come again.”

He pulls off with a wet smack, licks over his tongue as he narrows you with a daring glare. Gone was your sweet Jungkook, replaced with this cum-eating heathen who only purrs, “in my mouth” at your warning.

You scream when the second orgasm hits you, pushing his face against your cunt as his tongue continues, lapping at your folds and your hole as a gush of wetness spurts out of you. For a second, your vision pales, soundless cries caught in your throat as you come all over his face. When you touch down on earth again, your body feels featherlight.

Jungkook is watching you from between your thighs, his face, hair, and chest glistening.  “Oh fuck,” he gasps, shit-eating grin slowly consuming his features. “Did you just.”

You groan, cover your face with your palms as Jungkook settles over you, beaming excitedly at your newest ability. “No,” you whine, pushing him away from where he’s basically glued to your cheek. “That’s so weird.”

He laughs, cute and airy. “Fuck, sweetheart, you squirted all over me,” he sighs, cuddles against you, and you wrap your arms around him only to hide your face in his shoulder, also glistening with your pleasure. He shifts closer, and the hard press of his cock rubs along the inside of your thigh.

“Can we take a break?” You murmur quietly, hesitantly. “I can’t feel my legs.” Jungkook nods, presses a kiss to your temple as he gets off the bed, tossing his t-shirt over to you. He stumbles towards the en-suite, comes back with a dry face and chest; his hair is still damp. He tugs the sheets out from under you, cuddles close. He’s got the two of you wrapped up in no time, your head cradled against his shoulder as he reaches out blindly for the tablet he keeps on the side of his bed, the Hulu app already open.

“Any requests?” He hums, scrolling through the multitude of movies and shows. You wiggle closer, stop his finger when he returns to the home page, and Jersey Shore is the first thing to appear. “You’re kidding.”

“It’s a good show!” You defend, click on it before he can argue. You press closer, throw a leg over his waist where you can feel his still rock hard member hiding beneath his sweats. Poor guy, you think, he must be suffering. But you have to rest for a moment if you wanna ride the shit out of him and knock him breathless like you’d planned.

Jungkook doesn’t comment on the erection he’s sporting, instead choosing to criticize everything wrong with Jersey Shore. You’re not surprised. He’s an avid film nerd, obsessed with ‘real’ storylines, not whatever reality tv shows were.

You’ve seen this episode about a hundred times, so you don’t really mind that he completely ruins it for you with his nitpicking. It’s cute, listening to him ramble about television integrity while you listen to the subtle thudding of his heart beneath your ear.

He’s on his fifth slandering of DJ Pauly D when you decide you’ve had enough, muscles in your legs feeling rejuvenated as you wiggle into his lap, toss the tablet off to the side as you straddle him. “That show makes you hard?” You tease, let your sensitive folds settle over the bulge in his pants.

Jungkook combusts, cheeks flushing at your jab. “No,” he huffs, “my pretty girlfriend’s boobs pressed up against me does.”

You short circuit.

“Huh?” You blurt dumbly. Jungkook rolls his eyes, too concerned with guiding your hips over his crotch to realize you’re having a complete meltdown in your head. An airy moan leaves his mouth, head lolling back against the pillows, when he moves you just right, grinds against you perfectly. But there’s more important matters to attend to than Jungkook’s Jersey Shore boner. “Kook,” you say, cup his face in your palms to force him to look you in the eye.

Jungkook huffs, pointedly looking down at where you sit on him, “babe, gonna need you to—“

“What did you say?” You interrogate, press your foreheads together until he has no choice but to look at you.

Annoyed with your act, he groans. “Babe, your hips,” he urges, almost desperately.

“No,” you retort, “not until you say it again.”

“Say what again?” He cries, lips twitching in irritation, and you’re about two seconds from behind shoved into the mattress, pounded into from behind like he’d done the last time you teased him a little too much.

“That I’m your girlfriend!” You exclaim, heart hammering in your ears.

Jungkook seems to finally halt at that. “Oh,” he responds, leaning back to scan over your expression. “You are?” He says, unsure of what point you’re trying to make.

Your brain fizzes at the news. “Since when?” You cry, suddenly feeling dumb for all the time you spent moping over this perfect boy you thought didn’t want you. “You never asked!”

Jungkook levels you with an unimpressed stare, reaches over for the iPad you tossed to the side, some dramatic fight scene on a boardwalk taking place on screen. You wanna scream. Why is he so concerned with Jersey Shore now of all times?

Before you can rain down your displeasure on him, he’s turning it around and showing you a bookmarked email.

It’s from you, apparently, sent a few weeks back at exactly two in the morning. You glance at the date received. It’s from Doyeon’s half birthday, when the two of you had drunk yourselves silly on wine. The title is some mix of dashes and exclamation points, but that’s irrelevant when the contents of the email come to view, some stupid slur of beeee myyy boyfrienderdd????? ;))((;;; that has your jaw dropping in mortification.

You glance back at Jungkook, who seems just as confused as you. “What the hell?” You shriek, snatch the tablet from his hand to see that not only was it a single email, but a thread of emails all asking the same question—there’s even a three stanza sonnet detailing your love for the mole on the side of his neck. You could die. “Why didn’t you tell me about this?! I was so drunk— how could you even take me seriously?”

Jungkook shrugs, almost amused now as he watches you scroll through the twenty emails you sent him. “The next day you told me you really liked me over lunch, so I didn’t mind. Besides,  drunk words are sober thoughts, y’know.”

You stare in disbelief. “You told your mom I was your friend,” you whisper.

The blood rises to his cheeks quickly. “Babe,” he sputters. “I’m not exactly introducing her to every girl I date after three weeks.”

It makes sense, and you hate how much it does so. Pursing your lips, you look away, focus on the bedside table and hope he doesn’t see the tears that threaten to spew out of your eyes. He does, he always does. “Hey, what’s wrong?” He hums, sits up to pull you into his arms. One hand brushes over the back of your head, gently. Softly. “Did that upset you?”

You shake your head no, can’t help the ugly Kim Kardashian sob that rips itself from your throat. “I thought you didn’t like me,” you sniffle, covering your face with the iPad when he tries to duck closer and get a look at you. “Because it’s been two months.”

Jungkook shushes you, hugs you close to his chest as you cry like a baby over some apparently unjustifiable doubts. “That big brain of yours,” he sighs, kisses the frown of your head. “Too busy being evil to be logical.” You whine in protest, and Jungkook chuckles, carefully laying back with you clinging to his chest.

He lets you cry it out, palms rubbing over your back, listens to the annoying Jersey Shore opening song playing when the episode ends. When you’re done, you sit up, try to pretend your eyes aren’t swollen and puffy. Jungkook smiles. “All good?”

You might love him.

“I’m gonna ride you,” you announce, and he chokes in surprise, and before he can try to convince you it’s okay, you’re wrestling his sweats and boxers off, taking his half hard cock into your hand. Jungkook flounders, tries to calm you down, but you’re on a mission, working your hand over him until he’s fattening in your hold, melting into the pillows.

“Baby,” he grunts, rolling his hips into your palm. You lean over, pucker your lips and let a thick drop of saliva fall onto the tip of his cock. It trickles over your fingers, makes it easier to run your hands over him. Jungkook groans, reaches down to cup his hand over yours, urging you to squeeze tighter.

When he’s finally as hard as you want him, tip engorged and angry, you sit up, place your palms on his chest as you scoot over him. Jungkook watches you with dark eyes, skin flushed as you line him up. His hands reach for your hips to steady you, tiny gasps falling from his lips at the first prod against your folds. You’re wet from watching him squirm beneath you, from feeling the heavy weight of his cock in your hand, and you hope he feels how much he excites you.

“That’s it,” he croons as you slowly sink down on him, whimpers catching in your throat from the stretch. “That’s my girl.”

Jungkook is purposeful with his words, smiles at you when the muscles in your thighs jolt at the term. When you’re seated to the hilt, folds brushing against his pelvis, Jungkook ruts experimentally. “Fuck,” he chokes breathlessly.

You let your body adjust, spine tingling with every subtle shift from the man beneath you, still so sensitive from your two orgasms from before. Jungkook waits, even though you know all he wants to do right now is fuck up into you like a madman.

When you’re relaxed enough, you begin to move, pushing yourself on your knees slowly, hissing at the drag of his cock against your folds. “F-Fuck,” you whimper, fingernails scratching against where you’ve got them on his chest still. Jungkook grips your hips tightly, and you unconsciously reach for his forearms to steady yourself instead.

“There you go,” he purrs as you slowly pick up the pace, cock sliding inside of you rougher, faster. You know it’s mostly him, muscles in his arms flexing as he moves you up and down, but you don’t care—it feels so good, the upward curve of his cock brushing against your soft spot with each drop of your hips.

He holds you down on one thrust, grinds you over his cock until your clit is rubbing against him roughly, and you cry out his name. You want to kiss him, so very badly, but your position makes it hard. Besides, the sweat beginning to pool in the deep of his collarbones hinted at his oncoming orgasm.

Still, you can’t help the way your eyes instinctively go to trace over his mouth, pouty lips pushed out even more in exertion, teeth grinding together every time your pussy swallows him anew. “Kook,” you mewl, hips bucking forward.

He hums, plants his feet firmly on the mattress as he begins fucking into you. “What is it?” He grunts, pistons into your dripping cunt as you whimper, pleasure crawling up and down your spine. “My pretty girl needs something?”

You wail, nod your head as he continues fucking, ramming his cock into your quivering hole, precum dripping over him. “Yours,” you gasp, mind stuck on what he’d said earlier. “‘M all yours,” you sob, body finally giving out, and you barely catch yourself from falling into him with a palm pressed flatly against his chest.

Jungkook smirks, bucks into you brutally, like he wants you to fall into a boneless heap on top of him. “Yeah, you are,” he groans, as you finally give in, lips brushing against his ear when you flop down on him. “My pretty girl,” he huffs, and you nod, muscles pulled taut as your orgasm begins looming over you. “So cute and mean,” he rambles, lips pressed to your temple. His hips are beginning to lose their rhythm, thrusts growing stilted as he chases his high. “But you know what?” He murmurs, and you whimper. “I like her just like that.”

If his words don’t knock the air out of your lungs, your orgasm surely does. It makes you shudder, the way his hands run over your body, cock ruts into your heat, and you almost cry when the pleasure gets a hold of you. Your muscles tighten, and then loosen, melting into his chest. You’re trembling in his arms, like a leaf holding onto a branch for dear life, choked gasps of his name muffled against his neck.

Jungkook pistons into you, rounds the final corner in his race to orgasm, and eventually spurts his hot cum into you, coats your walls as another reminder that you’re his. He’s a silent orgasmer, sounds catching in his throat as his body twitches beneath you, silent even afterwards as he regains his senses.

A few moments later, you’re shifting out of his hold, pushing yourself onto your elbows to glance down at him. Jungkook’s eyes are shut, but, as if sensing you’re looking at him, he flutters them open, chocolate irises softening at the sight of you.

“Holy shit,” he groans, rolls you off of him carefully. His hand brushes over your thigh, like he’s contemplating licking you clean again, but you stop him with a pointed raise of your brows. “Fine. Pass me the tablet.”

You do, and it’s almost unnerving how easily the two of you slip back into comfort, Jungkook changing into some shorts and handing you your discarded panties, before climbing into bed to watch Jersey Shore. You’ve missed about an entire hour-long episode, so you end up rewinding until the point you last saw.

“You and your Netflix and chilling,” Jungkook snorts, head nestled against your breasts. You roll your eyes.

“This is Hulu,” you point out.

“Oh yeah,” he hums, snuggles closer. His body feels so nice and warm over yours, hands wrapped around you like a lifeline. You end up positioning the tablet off by your hip, supported by a pillow so the two of you can watch properly.

You’re still processing your new title, your new boyfriend, when he perks his head up suddenly, solemn gaze catching yours.

“Hulu and Woohoo,” he says, ever so seriously, and you understand why Doyeon thinks he’s a fool.

[ part three ; imax & climax ]

[bestillmyslashyheart]

for @antiforlexpropaganda. sorry it’s very very late (and a super thank you to @caitlesshea for rewatching the scene for me and writing a transcript so i didn’t have to)

Maria knocked again, a quick rap that echoed inside. It was early but she knew Alex was used to getting up with the sun so she wasn’t too worried about waking him up. Or at least she hadn’t been before she spent multiple minutes knocking on his door. Just as she was considering leaving and coming back later, the lock turned and the door cracked open.

Alex looked faintly surprised to see her. “You’ve been avoiding me,” he accused lightly.

Maria shrugged. “Well, I learned you and all of our friends have been lying to me about aliens and murders and resurrection, so I haven’t been feeling particularly social. That being said I fell for your ex, so I’ve decided that even though I’m not speaking to them you and I are even?” She questioned hesitantly. She hadn’t actually spoken to Alex about Michael since that day at the bar and she definitely hadn’t talked to him before or after her and Michael’s very brief foray into a relationship but she knew he had heard about it. There was no way he hadn’t.

There was a look in Alex’s eyes, something Maria couldn’t place, but it was gone before she could try to figure it out. “That’s fair,” he replied. “What’s up?”

Maria let out a small breath of relief. She held up her mom’s laptop in answer. “Forgot the password.”

Alex raised his eyebrows. “And you want me to use my NSA intelligence cryptology training to hack into your laptop?”

Maria sent him a coy look in answer, unwilling to come out and say that yes, she wanted him to commit a crime for her. Thankfully, Alex let out a little huff of a laugh. “How does any straight man survive you?”

“They don’t,” Maria grinned and follow Alex inside when he stepped aside. He led her into the living room and settled on his couch, his right leg stretching out in front of him. He waved a hand to invite her to have a seat. She did, perching herself on the edge of the bench in front of Alex’s piano and looked around. She had stopped by right after Alex moved in but hadn’t been by since. He hadn’t done too much with the place but it definitely looked less like waystation now. More like a home.

Alex sat patiently as she looked around. She felt his eyes on her but she waited a moment before turning to him.

“How come you’re not mad at me?” She finally asked. It was what she had feared, why she had waited so long to come around.

“For Michael?” Alex asked, like there was anything else he could be angry at her for. She nodded and he sighed. “The mess between us will never be your fault. And plus you didn’t know my history with him until after you hooked up. That’s my fault. I should’ve told you.”

“No,” Maria argued. “When I found out I should’ve stopped.” Because while she hadn’t known in Texas, she’d definitely known after.

“Yeah, okay, you should’ve.” He was only agreeing with what she’d just said herself but it hurt to hear him say it. “But you couldn’t. How could I be mad at you for falling for Michael Guerin? It’s the easiest thing in the world.”

Maria wasn’t sure she agreed. “Yeah, until it’s not.”

Alex shook his head, a soft look coming over his face. “Don’t write him off yet, okay? He keeps secrets because of how much he loves Max and Isobel, not because of how much he loves you.” Maria privately thought it was a little early (or late depending on you looked at it) to be calling it love.

She had to ask. “You told me once that you would stay in Roswell forever if the guy from the museum would just keep kissing you. But you did leave. What happened?”

Alex closed off and looked away. “He stopped being that guy.” His eyes flicked away, focusing on something behind her. “I begged him to get it together, then he got busted for stealing hubcaps.”

“He was pushing you away. He does that.” Maria had watched him do it to Max Evans countless times over the years. “He hurts people to see if they let him go. Made out with Lindsey right in front of me.” There was that look on Alex’s face again, the one she couldn’t identify.

“Yeah, well,” Alex shrugged. “I didn’t need much pushing. He’d become this walking bar fight and I just could not deal.”

“Hey,” Maria said softly, aching to reach out to him but feeling like it wouldn’t be well received. “You grew up in an abusive home. It makes sense that you didn’t want to be around all that anger.”

“Yeah, and then the irony of enlisting to escape violence,” Alex huffed. “He was locked up the day I left. I didn’t even get to say goodbye.”

The words felt loaded, more so than Maria could understand. She didn’t know what to say. As the silence stretched on, she cleared her throat and stood up to get the laptop she’d placed on the counter on the way in. “So. Want to show me some of those famed skills of yours?”

Luckily, Alex took the out and followed her over to the counter, easing into the seat and lifting it open. He had to push aside an empty coffee cup and plate to make room. She almost offered to move them to the sink but Alex quickly ignored them so so did she. Maria watched him work for a few moments before asking, “are you in?”

Alex hit a few more keys before the screen changed to the home screen. Maria let out a sigh of relief. Alex eyed her carefully. “Did I just commit a felony?”

Maria shifted in front of the computer, absently settling in Alex’s lap. She only had a moment to enjoy the feeling before realizing how stiff he was, his hands in the air a careful distance away from her body. Swallowing her faint disappointment, Maria straightened with a wry look. “It’s my mom’s computer. Her nurse said that two weeks before she went missing when she wasn’t trying to escape she was talking to someone online. I wanted to find out who.”

“They let her have internet?”

“She’s a patient, not an inmate,” Maria retorted. Alex stiffened but didn’t say anything. “She uses her computer to watch Netflix and stuff. I don’t know. I just want to see her browser history.”

Alex clicked around quickly. “Somebody cleared her search history,” he announced before tapping away again.

“No,” Maria shook her head, suddenly realizing that they were really treading the line between concern and invasion of privacy. “My mom was the last one to use this computer. If she deleted it, she obviously didn’t want anyone to know what she was doing online.”

“You know that if somebody clears their search history, they’re usually hiding something,” Alex warned gently.

Maria scoffed. “I thought she wasn’t telling me her password because she couldn’t remember it. If she didn’t want me to see something then hey...” She shrugged.

“All the more reason to see it,” Alex offered.

Maria blinked. “I’m not investigating my mom. I just want to know how might have taken her, but she’s a victim. I’m not gonna invade her privacy over it. She has a right to her secrets.” Alex shot her a look at that but Maria ignored it. Maria heard a noise from down the hall but Alex didn’t even look up so she ignored it.

His phone buzzed before he could say anything and he checked it quickly. “It’s Valenti. I’ve got to go.”

About that... “I like Kyle,” Maria started, “but he was terrible to you for so long. How have you forgiven him?”

“Kyle and I aren’t friends,” Alex objected. “I’m doing this because it’s my responsibility. I’m doing this for Liz. You know, something I learned in the last 10 years is that sometimes showing up is the most important thing.” It felt like a rebuke and Maria glared at him for it. He shrugged. “Can’t stay mad forever. People have a right to their secrets,” he shot back at her.

Maria rolled her eyes. She was about to reply when a louder noise came from down the hall and Maria finally registered it for what it was: the sound of water running coming from the bathroom. Maria’s eyes widened as she looked around the kitchen again and noticed the two coffee mugs and two dirty plates. “Alex,” she hissed. “Someone’s here.”

Alex raised any eyebrow. “I’m aware.”

Maria huffed a laugh. “Sorry I interrupted.”

He shrugged. “You didn’t.”

Maria glanced down the hall though she couldn’t see anything. “Is he hot?”

Alex hummed. He closed the laptop and stood up, rounding the counter to fully enter the kitchen. He busied himself pouring another cup of coffee. She was about to refuse one herself when she realized he never offered her one. “In that sex-in-a-truck-never-introduce-him-to-your-momma-kinda-way,” he replied idly. It took a moment for the words to register. The realization hit her a split second before Michael’s voice carried down the hallway.

“Where’s the other towel?” He shouted at Alex.

“Under the sink!” Alex called back. He gazed evenly at Maria as he lifted the coffee to his lips and took a sip.

“What the fuck?”

Alex tilted his head in question but didn’t say anything.

“No,” Maria stated. “Seriously, Alex. What the fuck? Guerin’s here?”

“He sleeps over occasionally.”

“Occasionally.”

“Mhmm.” Alex looked at her. “Problem?”

“Yes,” Maria replied immediately. It had only been three days since she kicked Guerin to the curb and he was already in Alex’s bed? “Is he incapable of sleeping alone? Were you just waiting for me to get tired of putting up with his shit?”

Alex’s gaze grew cold. “Since you never bothered to tell me you two were starting something, I can’t imagine why I would be waiting for you to end it.”

Maria glared. “You knew. You knew we were together. You knew where he parked his Airstream.”

“It was hard to miss,” he agreed.

“Why is he here?” Maria demanded.

“Currently, he’s taking a shower,” Alex replied.

“Alex.”

“Maria.” He took another sip of his coffee. “I didn’t realize I needed your approval on who’s allowed to use my shower.”

“We broke up three days ago and you’re already having sleepovers with him? Did you think for a second how I would feel about this?”

“Strangely,” Alex mused, “my relationship with Michael has nothing to do with you. And also, you didn’t seem to think about how i would feel about you dating him.” Maria flinched.

She opened her mouth to reply when movement down the hall froze her in her tracks. Michael had his jeans and socks on, his shirt in one hand, a towel in the other as he scrubbed at his hair. “Thanks for letting me-” he froze when he looked up to see Maria. The hand holding the towel slowly dropped to his side. “Maria. What are you doing here?”

“She wanted me to hack into her mom’s laptop,” Alex answered for her. There was a strange note in his voice and Maria turned to him only to find him gazing appreciatively at Michael. The look in his eyes made something in her stomach churn.

“Oh.” Michael blinked. “Well. I should get going.”

“No,” Maria said quickly. “I should go.” She snatched up the laptop and fled with only a hurried thank you over her shoulder to Alex. Only when the front door was closed behind her did she stop and close her eyes. She didn’t understand it, she’d been the one to end things with Michael, so why did it hurt to see him in Alex’s home, clearly comfortable and not out of place at all?

----

Alex took another sip of his coffee as Michael stared at Maria’s back as she almost literally ran out the door. “You’re an ass,” he accused lightly.

Michael shrugged. “Did you want me to tell her I was in the kitchen when she came in and heard your entire conversation? I still don’t know how she didn’t see me.”

Alex didn’t know either. Michael had been downing his second cup of coffee when Maria had come in and he hadn’t moved until Maria went for the laptop.

“I’m sorry,” Michael said suddenly. Alex looked up at him in surprise. Michael’s hands were clenched around his shirt and towel. “For fucking up that summer. For not saying goodbye. I didn’t want to have to watch you leave.”

“Thank you,” Alex said quietly. He understood Michael better now, understood why he’d acted the way he had that summer, but it was still nice to hear. He cleared his throat. “You planning on staying here again tonight?”

“If it’s not a problem,” Michael confirmed. “The generator is still on the fritz and I haven’t figured out how to fix it yet.”

“Guest room’s yours as long as you need,” Alex assured him. It wasn’t the first time Michael had crashed at his place when the Airstream was less than hospitable and Alex was sure it wouldn’t be the last. When it happened, they functioned well as roommates and nothing more, even when they were on better terms. Neither one had ever been willing to blur the lines between their relationship and their temporary living situation. No matter what other people, Maria, thought, nothing had happened between them the night before. And nothing would happen so long as Michael needed a place to crash.

Michael nodded at him in thanks and tugged his shirt on. “I’ve got to get to work. I’ll see you tonight?”

“I’ll order Chinese.”

“Sounds good.”

They exchanged soft smiles before Michael headed out, a quick detour to toss the towel in the laundry room on his way. Alex fixated on the motion for long moments after Michael left, at the easy way Michael moved around his home. It made his chest flutter warmly.

It wasn’t a bad feeling. Not at all.

[gallavichthings]

It’s finally time to interview the hottest new sensation in the fandom, the self-proclaimed fluff queen, Grayola aka @gallavichy​, author of fics you have definitely heard of, like her wips Cooperative Gameplay and Everything About You, sequence to the super acclaimed Like Real People Do, and her one-shot Inside This Room For Two.

GT: tell us a bit about yourself.

G:I was always someone who agonized over the “about me” section of their social media profile, so this is hard. 😆 I’m Gray. I’m a Pisces. I was born and lived just outside Atlanta until I was 17. I’m the middle child in a very large family, which I feel explains a lot about me. When I was 12, I hand-wrote Lizzie McGuire fanfiction for an English assignment, my teacher wrote me kind comments, and I genuinely think that changed my life. I love writing. I’ve been in and out of online fandoms since I was a young teenager, but Shameless is really the only one in which I’ve ever actually engaged and talked with people, my past experiences being simply writing things and staying on the outskirts. I love music. I’m a literature instructor. I tend to be long-winded because I can never figure out how to end things. 

GT: As a teacher, that's very nice to hear, that we can actually make a difference in people's lives.

How did you discover fanfiction? Or did you just happen to write it without ever reading it before?

G: Yeah, definitely! I was always a creative kid, always a daydreamer, always coming up with little stories, and an adult I admired praising my silly fanfiction about three characters being best friends and taking down a bully gave me a sense of validation I think I really needed--especially coming from a family in which no one cared or understood my desire to write stuff like that. Teachers are the best.

That’s really how I started writing fanfiction. It’s ALWAYS been the way I engaged in fandom, even when I didn’t post anything. I was always a kid who’d write stories about characters in movies or TV shows I liked. It wasn’t until I was around 13-14 that I learned fanfiction was a legit thing that people wrote and posted online. That was the age when I got really into fan forums and stuff like that--mostly Harry Potter--and I remember there being threads in which a person would type and post fic, bit by bit, in the replies. I never posted anything, but I read and wrote a little. I used to have a password protected document on the family computer where I’d write all my stories. Everything was super tame, no romance plots, I didn’t even swear in my writing, but fic has always been a super private thing for me, and I kept it a secret.

GT: When did you start posting your stories?

G: Back in LJ days when I was a teenager, I posted a couple things on my own personal journal but didn't promo them or post to any communities, so I think I only had maybe 2-3 readers. But then when I was in college, I posted a couple things for the QAF fandom. I still didn't get many readers, and I gave it up pretty quickly, as it was at the tail-end of my interest in the show and just before I moved on to other things, but it gave me enough confidence to keep going. It felt like a baby step.

GT: When did you start watching Shameless?

G:I'm very much a newcomer to the show. I didn't start watching it until December '19/January '20, so I'm one of those fans who came over from Netflix.

GT: What made you enjoy Gallavich?

G: Because I was able to watch all the way through season 9 on Netflix, then got a Showtime subscription through Hulu so I could catch up with season 10, I think shipping Ian/Mickey was a natural thing for me, as I was able to view the complete arc of their growth and development as characters and partners. Plus, they are the epitome of the exact dynamic I love--enemies to friends to lovers--and I genuinely fell in love with them as characters, rooted for them, felt heartbreak with them, and wanted so badly for them to be happy.

GT: Do you prefer writing Ian or Mickey?

G: I like writing Mickey through Ian’s eyes. I like writing Ian falling in love with him, caring for him. I like writing Ian experiencing Mickey's love for him. ♥️

GT: That's adorable. What's the best thing about writing them?

G:The thing about Ian/Mickey is that their dynamic can be applied to so many different scenarios that I feel like you can literally do anything with them. Additionally, their personal backstories and struggles are compelling from a writer’s standpoint. I always want to explore them because in many very general ways I relate to them, and I want to bring the characters love and healing as much as I can in a way that I think is sort of therapeutic for me. Mickey has so many feelings that he keeps inside because he doesn’t feel like he’s allowed to feel them. Ian, I think, has so many self-worth issues stemming from his experiences. I want to bring these characters hope, growth, and happiness because they deserve it.

GT: What do you struggle with when writing them?

G: I’m a fluff queen. I love writing softness and kindness. So I think my biggest struggle is sometimes writing my fluffy stories and keeping them passably in character. As a writer who’s writing for a very specific purpose (for the enjoyment of it, to tell happy, sweet stories), I’m a-okay with softening canonical Ian/Mickey in a way that some people who are super loyal to canon interpretations would find a little OOC. But! I still want to maintain their essential characterizations, even if the context has been shifted, allowing them to develop into slightly softer versions of themselves. I loved Ian/Mickey dancing and singing together in the bathroom in 11x07, as well as a lot of Ian’s sweet little lines (“Do you wanna make dinner together?” “‘Cause you’re my husband…”) in the most recent episodes because that’s absolutely something my characters would do/say, and it was sort of validating in a way lol. I remain convinced that Ian/Mickey are absolute softies, despite what the series decides to show us.

GT: They are, I agree. But they're also a product of their upbringings, so if you change that, as one does in an AU, it's reasonable to say that a lot of their behaviors would be different as well.

You said you're a fluff queen. Is that what you enjoy writing the most, fluffy stories?

G: I like to write super-long slow burns in which both characters have massive crushes on the other but no one's admitting feelings until the last possible second, then endings that are hopefully just feel-good fluff. I write what makes me feel good. I do like writing angst, but mostly angst born of personal/emotional stuff. For example, in my fic "Cooperative Gameplay," Mickey's struggling with issues related to his dad, and he doesn't want Ian to know about it, so he builds up walls that frustrate Ian to no end because he doesn't understand what's going on with him and Mickey isn't sharing. And then all my fics sort of have a running theme of "he doesn't like me the way I like him" until that's straightened out. That kind of thing is a lot of fun to write.

GT: It's a lot of fun to read too! Where do you get the inspiration from when coming up with the plot?

G: Things in my life, and things I'm into, mostly. I actually had planned to write "Like Real People Do" as a quarantine-based fic in which Ian and Mickey were using an app meant to connect people during COVID quarantine. But then I decided I didn't actually want to deal with COVID in the fic, so I tried to come up with another way Ian and Mickey could meet, still through the app premise, and made Ian an escort working through an app, instead. I've always loved reading texting/epistolary fanfic, so LRPD was my way of indulging. And then with "Cooperative Gameplay," I'm a gamer--super casually--and I was thinking about s1 Mickey playing video games, and it seemed fun to work with, Mickey as a gamer/streamer. I'm also really interested in fandom dynamics, especially on social media, and I've found it fun to explore that through this fic.

GT: What's your writing process like?

G: I outline a fic to death before I write a single word of it. That way, the writing process is basically just taking my bullet points and putting them into a cohesive story. I tend to write in large chunks for hours at a time over the span of several days rather than little by little over a longer period, and when I'm done with a chapter, I like to sleep on it before I edit and then post it once I'm done.

GT: Do you do any research for your fics?

G: Yes, definitely--particularly location stuff. It helps a fic feel "real" to me when I'm able to place the characters in real locations (real hotels, real restaurants, attractions, etc.), so I tend to use Google Maps while I write. I like to use street view and walk down the streets/explore the areas where my characters will be. I also almost always have my characters get meals from real restaurants in the area, even if I don't always name the restaurant, so I research local restaurants and their menus. My most recent "Cooperative Gameplay" chapter primarily takes place in LA, so I found myself on hiking blogs finding the best trails to see the Hollywood sign, using street view to plan my characters' routes around the city, etc. It's a little exhausting sometimes, and I often find myself with 10+ tabs open while I'm writing, but it ultimately makes me feel closer to my characters and the stories I'm telling.

GT: I do the same thing with the menus, I totally get it. It might not seem important, but it does help make the story more real, both in our heads and in the imagination of those reading it.

Which other characters from the show do you enjoy? Do you include them in your fics?

G: I adore Lip and think he's had the most relatively consistently solid storylines for most of the show's run. When it comes to writing him, I do love a good brothers moment, so he always makes an appearance to hang out with Ian and talk about life and Mickey. I also like Mandy a lot, but mostly s1 Mandy. In my fics, I love giving Mickey an annoying little sister he secretly loves and protects and Ian a best friend with whom he can be a silly teen/young adult.

GT: What about OCs? How and when do you create them?

G: I do love giving Ian and Mickey OC friends. Typically, they come in the form of giving Ian someone his age with whom to hang out and talk and giving Mickey a figure in his life that can love, guide, and make him feel safe and cared for. In LRPD, he has an elderly landlady with whom he develops a grandchild-grandparent relationship and in CG, he has an older agent friend who acts as his big sister but also does her share of mothering him. I think these characters come purely out of my desire for them to have people to love them platonically, outside the bounds of romance. Especially considering where they are at the beginning of my fics, they desperately need support, kindness, and care.

GT: I do wish the show had given them more canon friendships. Let's backtrack a little: tell me about your usernames on Tumblr and on AO3. Why did you choose them?

G: I really wish I was someone who had a meaningful username they've stuck with since the beginning of their fandom life, but I really just don't. I have zero emotional attachments to my usernames and typically create a new one for every fandom because I've never been super active and certainly not "known" before--at least enough to maintain a username lol. "Grayola" is just gray + Crayola like the crayon. And then "gallavichy" is just gallavich with the "y" suffix because suffixes after names/ships/objects were popular on Tumblr at the time I registered. I honestly sort of dislike it because it weirdly doesn't feel like me and will probably change it at some point if I can be bothered lol

GT: Well, you're definitely renowned now! What kinds of comments have you been getting? Which are your favorites?

G: My readers are some of the kindest people I’ve ever had the pleasure of interacting with, and anything they leave is absolutely cherished. I have a particular fondness for genuine reaction comments, like emojis and exclamatory phrases. They make me laugh. I love the people who take the time to leave me in-depth, analytical comments that leave me in awe. I adore hearing from people who have been impacted emotionally in positive ways by my fic. Those are the ones that really sit with me. Especially comments I’ve received on LRPD. In it, Mickey’s a 26-year-old with zero relationship experience, and I’ve heard from some folks around that age and older in a similar boat who have told me that it made them feel less alone and gave them hope that they’d find love one day. Those are really special to me. At the end of the day, that’s why I write.

GT: That's very sweet. I've seen a lot of fanart for your fics as well!

G: Yes! They're amazing! I'm so blown away that anyone would take the time to do that for something I've written. And they're all exceptionally talented! The art gives me the warm fuzzies. It's seriously the coolest thing, and I get so happy every time I see it!

GT:  Let's talk about the reading side of you now. What are some of your favorite tropes when reading?

G: Enemies to friends to lovers in the absolute most painfully slow transition as possible. I love a slow burn so much. Sometimes I completely lose interest in a fic once the pairing officially gets together. It's all about the anticipation for me!

GT: What kinds of fics do you avoid?

G: Major character death because my heart can't take it. Abuse in any form. I'm also not really into fics that go to super dark places, which surprises me because when it comes to non-fandom lit I like to read, the darker the better. I think I just tend to go to fic to feel soft, warm things with the characters I love as a source of comfort.

GT: Safe to say you haven't read Teenagers Scare The Living Shit Out of Me then?

What are some of your favorite fics and/or writers in the fandom?

G: I haven’t, but not actually for that reason! I just haven’t been able to start it yet. It’s on my Marked for Later list on AO3. The premise for that one actually sounds super great, I’ve heard it’s amazing, and Mellow_Yellow is an incredible writer. I love “Boy in the Box.” I guess the “dark” places I refer to are more the central pairing having a violent, obsessive, and borderline abusive relationship. Maybe “dark relationship places” is how I should’ve phrased it. Nothing even comes to mind in this fandom, really, but I have vivid memories of reading fics like that in previous fandoms that were objectively great but made me feel a bit uneasy.

My favorite fic is “Love is a Ballfield” by and_i_take_it. I could go on and on about that Ian and Mickey. I love everything by pink_ink, who is just such an incredible writer. Anything by BeckyHarvey29 [@beckyharvey29 ​.] Loftec [@loftec ​]. horror_business. “Two of Your Earth Minutes” by @the-rat-wins ​. “UnReal” and “Camp Kiabi'' by clovesfanfic. DodgerBear’s stuff makes me so happy. And the fic I keep coming back to because of the precious s2 summer feels is “Seal My Fate” by allyasavedtheday. I could talk all day about that one, too.

GT: Those are some great recommendations right there. As for TSTLSOOM, I agree that the theme is not something I'd chose to read normally, I remember I couldn't read it during the night because I was literally scared I'd have a nightmare, but it's so brilliantly done that I had to read it. And Boy in The Box is also incredible.

Let's talk about Shameless. What is your favorite season and why?

G: Season 4! 4x11 and 4x12, especially, are god-tier in every way. The writing is incredible, it has episodes that hit emotionally in extraordinarily impactful ways, and it's such a strong season for Mickey's character. Then it has the ending that marks the beginning of the arc of Ian and Mickey dealing with Ian's bipolar diagnosis, and though it obviously doesn't end well at the end of season 5, I do love that arc and what it reveals about the characters' love for each other.

GT:  Mickey humping the police car was an iconic moment.

G: Yes! His lines there and "You've got a demon mind and a devil's womb and heart. And your coochie smells of brimstone and sulfur!!" are my favorite lines from the show to quote. lol

GT: Oh my god, I miss Sheila! She was one of my favorite characters. And that scene was also iconic. Do you have a favorite Gallavich scene?

G: My favorite scene is “Sorry I’m late.” It's so beautiful and tender. Every time I see it, I have to watch it over and over again. Many of the Ian/Mickey scenes dealing with Ian’s bipolar, really. They tug at my heartstrings. Also, more recently, the 11x11 “barbarian” bed scene. “You’re my husband.” Literal heart-eyes.

GT: What did you think of the last seasons? Did you like the way it ended?

G: In general, I have a pretty high tolerance for bad endings due to past experiences. I had a mini-breakdown when I reached the end of QAF and Brian and Justin parted ways. The last episode of Sherlock s4 was bad enough that at first we all thought it was a fake cut after it leaked and we saw it early. So the ending of Shameless didn't truly bother me, though I genuinely hated how open everything was left because it feels super lazy. I like an open ending, but this was open to the point of making much of the season feel pointless. And overall, I just really wish the season had hit the ground running with the types of episodes that started popping up mid-season. Ian/Mickey's arc alone, they wasted so much time on them fighting that all the actual serious, emotional stuff that hit later in the season felt rushed and like it wasn't properly resolved. It kind of felt as if at the end of the season, they were just getting to where I wanted them to be all season long. And Lip's ending killed me, though I get it. I just really wanted something to look up for him, even though I feel like it definitely will in the future. Overall, I'm really happy with what it gave us Ian/Mickey wise in the end, the two of them having no doubt the best ending of the bunch. I just wish the season as a whole had leaned much more into drama rather than comedy, and I ultimately wish that the finale was more like 7x12, which I thought was excellent. I was absolutely banking on the characters coming out at the end, breaking the fourth wall, and telling us to leave, that it was over, and I'm slightly annoyed that they didn't do it because I feel like it would've been such a great touch lol. Out of all the seasons, s11 sort of feels like one of the only ones that I probably won't spend much time rewatching. But that's fine. That's what fanfic's for--to fill in all the gaps and to solve all the problems with canon.

"The ending of Shameless didn't truly bother me" I say and then proceed to list a series of complaints. lol

GT: Do you have any headcanons for their future?

G: I like to think Ian and Mickey are going to become super successful with their business (though it makes me anxious as hell that they're carrying around weapons while on parole). They'll stay at their West Side apartment for a few years, but I think they'll buy a house eventually, probably South Side, and then they'll obtain a kid they're able to give an incredible life. I hope they get financially comfortable enough that they're able to travel a bit when their parole's over. They deserve a nice, long beach vacation--maybe a belated honeymoon. I think they'll have a life that's more stereotypically "American Dream, married with 2.5 kids" than Mickey ever expected to have and one that Ian always hoped to have, but I think they'll also stick to their roots, not afraid to throw down when they have to, willing to do whatever it takes for their family. They're going to be together forever. I think they're the only couple who will last until the end. I think Lip and Tami are going to one day part ways but will be good, amicable co-parents. I think Debbie's going to struggle with relationships for most of her life. I think Carl's going to have a few [more] kids from some relationships, maybe a marriage and divorce in there somewhere, but then will eventually find someone to settle down with for the long haul. And I think Liam's going to be reasonable and responsible and will focus on other things until he's in his late-30s. Ian and Mickey, though? Beginning to end. Lasting. Sustainable.

GT: I love that. If you could change one Gallavich scene, which would you chose?

G: It’s tough for me to separate the horrible 5x12 break-up and subsequent lack of Mickey from the behind-the-scenes drama, but I just wish there had been a better way to deal with the Mickey situation rather than the complete implausibility of him being sentenced to prison for so many years for what he did to Sammi. And y'know, I also really hated them beating the crap out of each other in 11x03. I'm really glad that they seemed to have grown away from that behavior later in the season, but watching them engaged in such a violent act as a married couple was painful. I kind of just wish that scene didn't exist at all and that the two of them expressed their frustrations in a different way and were able to maturely work on their communication in the aftermath.

GT: I wholeheartedly agree, 5x12 was pure bullshit and made no sense at all. And yes, I don't understand why the writers insist on them physically fighting.

Finally, I know you have a couple of WIPs, but do you have any other projects in the works?

G: I'm currently writing, little by little, a one-shot of Ian and Mickey "obtaining" a baby. It takes place about 2 years post-canon and is a lot of fun, though I'm not sure where it's going quite yet. It's going to be a one-shot in an eventual series of one-shots, but I'm still working with the big picture. We'll see where it goes!

GT: Sounds great, I can't wait! 😍 That's all, thank you so, so much for taking the time to do this. Any final words? A message for your many fans?

G: Thank you for interviewing me! This was fun, and these are so cool! I love reading them! My "many fans" 😭😭 Stop! Haha. My readers are amazing and bring so much joy to my life. I'd just like to thank them for their support, for taking the time out of their days to read my silly little stories, and for being truly kind people who make me laugh and smile even when I don't feel like it sometimes. They are absolutely cherished and give me motivation to keep doing what I like to do, and for that, I'll be forever grateful. ❤️️

GT: They're far from "silly little stories" I am sure you bring a small to their faces as well when they read them. Thank you, you were a delight. ❤️

G: ❤️️❤️️❤️️ Thank YOU!

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High Ground - Olli Matela FF Part 7

Remember how I told y'all yesterday I wouldn't post a chapter today? Guess I tricked myself there a bit. Today is Switzerlands national holiday. Which means firework and my cat will be scared. So I will stay home, write probably some more and take care of my cat. lol.

And now enjoy and lemme know if you liked it.

P.S. once again the chapter is a bit longer.

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After Olli came back out the shower, Sara thought he looked very handsome. Like he always did. He was wearing a black button down and simple black jeans. “Looking good there handsome”, she said and walked over to him, to give him a short kiss. “I only tried to not look like a himbo next to you”, he admitted and pulled her closer to him to start pepper her face with kisses. She laughed and pushed him softly away from her. He was just so unbelievably cute she almost couldn’t handle him. “So. What do you think. Should we go and buy some liquor so the party will be more up to our taste?”, he asked her smirking. She also started to smirk and nodded her head. So out they went to the next corner store, to buy some harder stuff than beer, which Tommi probably already had at his house.

They decided to get themselves some good old cheap whiskey and because Sara was a big fan of it some Aperol. After they bought their stuff it was already time to go to Tommis place.

After they arrived no one questioned why they came together. Sara actually expected one or two side remarks, why they arrived together and already made sure she had an excuse. Gladly she did not have to use a single excuse. She would have hated to lie to the guys. “Hi guys!”, Sara greeted them with the most genuine smile she had in a long time and even pulled them all into a hug, which surprised not only her but them as well. “I brought Aperol!”, she claimed and held the bottle up high. They cheered for her and Tommi took the bottle to the fridge. “So who allowed you to look this good, madame?”, asked a beer holding Joonas and smirked at her. She couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at the cute man in front of her. “You’re one to talk. Looking all hot and fluffy here”, she answered him and motioned for him to a little twirl for here. He obliged and turned around in a circle for her and even threw a pose in there, which resulted in all the people laughing. “Dork”, she laughed at him, and asked Tommi where his fridge was. He pointed to the kitchen and she and Olli made their way inside, to grab drinks for themselves. “How am I supposed to resist you?”, he mumbeled low enough for only her ears and smirked when he noticed her blush. “Don’t then”, she winked, after she gained her confidence back, and left a dumbfounded Olli back in the kitchen. Two could play this game, she thought and sat down next to Tommi, who was sitting on a bench. They were right, when they said he looked like a teddy bear. Like there was probably no one softer in this garden than he was.

Olli also came back out and had to his disappointment noticed that there was no free space next to his angel. A little bit pissed he sat down next to Niko, who to his surprise noticed the shift in Ollis face. “Don’t be pissed, just because she gets along with Tommi”, Niko whispered so only Olli could hear. Olli was surprised. Was he this obvious? “I am not pissed”, he tried to defend himself, which resulted in Niko letting out a snorting like laugh. “Sure buddy and I am the queen of England”, he joked and hit Olli on his shoulder. There was no one who could fool Niko. He always noticed everything. “Oh! I am sorry your highness! Can I bring you something to drink? Would you like to have your corgis in the same garden as you!”, Olli mocked in a british accent and even intended to do a bow. The others in the garden were surprised but couldn’t help but laugh. “What are you doing Olli?”, Aleksi asked while Joel was holding his stomach from laughing so hard. “Niko said he was the queen of England. I only wanted to be a good servant”, Olli said and tried to subtly wink at Sara. But of course Niko had to notice. Once again! Olli decided that keeping him and Sara a secret would maybe not be hard in front of the other boys, but Niko could turn into a problem.

They were all laughing and enjoying themselves. Alcohol was there and they all started to feel a bit light headed. Sara made her way to the kitchen, to go grab her and Niko another beer. She only did it because Niko tried to act cute when he asked to also bring him one. She couldn’t say no to the long haired man. She didn’t notice that Olli followed her into the kitchen. He also drank a few beers and was feeling tipsy. “Angel. When are we leaving?”, he asked her and trapped her between the counter and his body. “Why would we leave? And why would we leave together?”, she teased him and tried to get away from him. She didn’t really want to get out from this position, but it was fun playing with him, as he was getting impatient. “We will leave together. You’re going to sleep at my place today”, he decided for her and put his head on her shoulder. It seemed like she didn’t have any other choice but to stay at his place. “Gladly”, she admitted and pulled him into a short kiss, which fast turned into a full make out session in the middle of Tommis kitchen. The thought hit Sara like a brick, and she pulled away from him. Olli didn’t really feel that and started to kiss her neck roughly, which probably will turn into a mark. “Babe”, she whimpered and he stiffened. “If you say that again, I will have to take you home this instant”, he growled into her ear and pulled away from her, to look her in her eyes. Sara noticed that his eyes darkened quite a bit. “Just one more hour and then we’ll leave”, she whispered and gave him a short kiss, grabbed her and Nikos beer and went back outside to the other men.

Olli had to collect his thoughts and calm his racing heart down in the kitchen. He didn’t know he would react so strongly to a single word this woman said. But he clearly did. He could feel his heart in his throat and his hand were shaking a bit. He went to the bathroom and splashed some water on his face to calm himself even more down. After he calmed down a bit and his heart wasn’t beating like a metronome at 189 he went back to the boys. Of course, Niko looked at him weirdly and even smirked a bit. “Were you the one who bruised the princess a bit?”, Niko whispered in Ollis ear. He looked closely at Saras neck, and he saw it too. There were really small bruises starting to form. Olli looked down, so Niko wouldn’t see his grin. “A gentleman never tells”, he winked at his friend and took a sip from his beer. Only 50 more minutes until he and Sara would leave.

After the most painful 60 minutes Sara slowly got up from her place. She was a bit wobbly. Maybe she shouldn’t have drank that Aperol. But man was she feeling amazing. “Boys. Tomorrow is a long day. I will head back to the hotel now”, she said. “Don’t be late to rehearsal tomorrow, and do not be hungover. There were never any good songs made hungover”, she lectured them professionally and gathered her belongings. “We probably all should head home”, Joel said and got up as well. Everyone expect Tommi, cause it was his garden, followed his lead and they also gathered their belongings.

After everyone said their goodbyes, they started to head in the right directions home. Olli made sure that no one looked at him an Sara and pulled her to a wall and pressed her softly against it. “That was longer than an hour”, he whispered between kisses and tried to get even closer to her, which was physically impossible, as they were already really close together. “But now you got me”, she whispered back and put her arms around his neck. After two more minutes of them just kissing, Olli pulled away from her, took her hand and started to drag her at a fast pace to the direction of his apartment. He was getting impatient, Sara noticed that.

Olli never arrived at his apartment faster, and he couldn’t even be bothered to wait for the elevator. He pulled her straight to the stairs and dragged her up there as well. He needed three tries to get the key in the hole, but when he managed he pulled Sara straight to his bedroom. “I know a few hours ago I said I wanted to wait a bit longer, but by god. You drove me crazy today”, he admitted an pushed her to lay down on his bed. It was actually Saras first time seeing his bedroom. “Did I?”, she smirked at him and watched as he unbuttoned his shirt. He just nodded at her, unable to say a word.

He finally managed to get out of his button down and crawled on top of her. He started to kiss her passionately. Slowly he put his hand on her ribs. Suddenly too shy to make the next move. She pulled him closer to her, which encouraged him to slip his tongue in her mouth. They were so engaged in each other, that they almost didn’t hear Ollis phone ring, which was still in Ollis back pocket. “Ignore it”, he whispered as he noticed her moving away. “It could be important”, she argued. She was drilled to always answer her phone. At all times. “That’s Nikos ringtone. It will probably be about a song he found online”, he tried to persuade her, but Sara was stubborn and looked at him wit a -pick it up- look. He let out a deep sigh, pulled his phone out and lie down next to Sara who was trying to fix her dress. “I am really sorry man. But could you tell me your Netflix password?”, Niko did sound guilty on the other end of the phone. Olli almost couldn’t believe his ears. Was Niko for real? He had the most beautiful girl in his bed and right now his friend had to call him and ask for his fucking Netflix password? The mood was ruined. “It’s Fuckyou1234 with a capital F”, he said and hung up the phone.

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Follow welcomedhappiness Farewell online privacy

Follow tikalgirl What happened?

xdvisyrx Trump happened.

Follow pizzaalle just get a VPN?

Follow earth-ruins You can’t just tell people to ‘get a VPN (Virtual Private Network)’. Buying a VPN is like buying a house. It’s very very important. Having no VPN or having a ‘wrong’ one can seriously damage your life. Especially for Americans because their privacy laws are garbage. I am going to try explain why you should get a VPN but bare with me, I am from Germany and my English is far from perfect. Let’s start with a simple test. Click this link here: https://whatismyipaddress.com/ It will tell your IP adres, your ISP (internet service provider), and your location. The location might not be very accurate, but then again, it’s just a simple website. Imagine what the government can do! So basically, everyone can find out where you live. But there is more danger. Your ISP. Your ISP logs your every move online and they are required to keep it in case the government wants access to it (or if a 3rd party wants to buy your data (yikes). They have everything. What websites you visit. How long you stay on a website. What you download. Your search terms. European laws are more subtle on this but if you are from the US you are #@*#&, especially because Trump doesn’t support the open internet. It’s scary but maybe in the future you can’t get a job because the recruiter knows your searched on ‘how to deal with depression’ or anythings else that’s supposed to be private because it’s your f*cking right. Or you get a $100k fine because you pirated a movie 15 years ago. You need a VPN. You’re dumb for not using one. but what does a VPN do? A VPN encrypts all your data so if it were be intercepted no one can ‘crack the code’ and damage your privacy. Usually being online goes like this (simplified): Your computer —-> ISP (—–> keeps data —–> sells it) But with a VPN it goes like: Your computer —–> VPN (encrypts data)—–> ISP (ISP can’t see shit) Furthermore, a VPN hides your IP address and location by giving you another IP address located in Spain for example (you can often choose from a list and change as many times as you want). Now that you know why you should get a VPN and what is does it is important to educate yourself because people often choose the wrong VPN. VPN providers are also businesses and have to obey the law. If you choose a VPN provider located in the US then you are throwing your money away because the laws in the US shits on your privacy. If the US gov wants the provider to give all their logs they have to obey.  The ISP  still can’t see what you are doing online and sell your data but the US gov can interfere with your VPN provider so NEVER CHOOSE A PROVIDER LOCATED IN THE US. I just wanted to make that very clear so my followers don’t buy false security. There is still more danger!  Who says your VPN provider isn’t selling your data? You need to check their logging policy. Do they keep logs? If yes, what for? For how long do they keep them? Tip: Choose a provider who doesn’t keep logs More about law  The US is part of the Five Eyes program (the worst): The Five Eyes, often abbreviated as FVEY, is an intelligence alliance comprising Australia, Canada, New Zealand, the United Kingdom and the United States. These countries are bound by the multilateral UKUSA Agreement, a treaty for joint cooperation in signals intelligence (source) There is also a Nine Eyes (bit better) and Fourteen Eyes Program (better).  You don’t want a VPN provider who is located in one the Five Eyes countries.  If you had to choose go for a provider located in a country that’s part of the Fourteen Eyes Program or even better, go for a country that isn’t part of any program! I know this is a shitty explanation and please pardon my english but now it’s time to do your own research. Take your privacy seriously. Maybe WWIII breaks out and you get killed for liking the ‘wrong’ FB-page. Go to this website: https://thatoneprivacysite.net/simple-vpn-comparison-chart/ Make sure that your future VPN provider both has green boxes for Privacy Jurisdiction and Privacy Logging. I recommend ovpn.se and trust.zone. ovpn is located in Sweden so they are part

of the 14 Eyes Program and they keep minimal logs. Their business ethics, however, are alright. Trustzone is located in the Seychelles. No country can interfere and their privacy jurisdiction is the best you can get. The US want your data but needs to get it from Trustzone? The Seychelles will simply give them the finger and wave them goodbye. However, this makes this provider very appealing for people who torrent and criminals because they keep no logs (and that is how it shoud be) Also,  there are almost no marketing efforts so this provider is one the cheapest) Also, often providers such as ExpressVPN are being called ‘The Best’ on websites about VPNs but know that this is just marketing which also makes those provider more expensive (and they too shit on your privacy) This must be the worst article you have ever read but please, please take your privacy very seriously. EDIT: I got many people asking me which provider I use. For those who want to know, I use Trust Zone. They offer a free 3-day trial with no strings attached. But still do your own research!

writing-prompt-s I am also with Trustzone but I think you forgot to explain one of it’s most important features. It protects you when you are using someone else’s Wi-Fi. If you are at Starbucks and you use their Wi-Fi your privacy is at risk. Anyone with ill intentions could steal your information. Especially if you are using an unsecured Wi-Fi hotspot. With a VPN your data gets encrypted so no one can steal it.

Follow rabbittiddy Wait, what’s going, on? Did trump destroy internet privacy with a bill or something? Where’s the news? Oh wait, why am I getting visions of Alex Jones and selling water purifiers?

Follow thecrystalfems He hasn’t yet but he says he wants to. And if he is serious about it it would be really easy to do. Since all our data is already recorded, as the person above explained.

Follow coltrer Trump wants more surveillance of Muslim Americans. This in a country where internet privacy is already close to non-existent. Trust.Zone has a free trial. Use it.  btw this post only has 11k notes? That’s quite disappointing for something this important. Don’t reblog this post to save a life. Reblog this to protect an entire family!

Follow imthedoctor12 @earth-ruins @writing-prompt-s Should I get trustzone for my mobile device?

writing-prompt-s If you use public Wi-Fi, then yes. Which VPN you use is up to you, amigo. Take @earth-ruinsadvice. Do your own research first.

writing-prompt-s @elvesfromthedeep​ just brought the current situation in the US to my attention (March 30, 2017). SourcesAnger as US internet privacy law scrapped  Congress just voted to let internet providers sell your browsing history  To all my friends in the US, please read this entire post. Making everyone aware of VPNs is going to be my mission. Your privacy matters. Please reblog this post.

Follow greeneyespurpleheart Don’t tell me you just wanted to scroll past this. Stop looking at pictures of cats for a moment, okay? Don’t you realize how important this is? This is dangerous! ‘America, the best FREE country in the world’ my ass. With this new law your ISP can sell your Internet history which could include passwords, usernames, religion, credit card numbers, race and much more to the highest bidder. So here is what I want you to do. You are going to read the whole thing and before you think ’this is so important. Let me reblog this real quick and go back to admiring cats again-’ NO! Don’t reblog this. Take action first. Then reblog. Sign up for a free trial! Trust.Zone offers one (here). Yes. It might be difficult to set up a VPN for some people. But is that going to stop you from protecting yourself and your family? 30 minutes. 30 minutes is all that it takes. 5 if you know how to install software. The problem with some of you is that you see ‘difficult’ as something negative. I want you to see difficult differently. I need you to push through this stuff. You are going to protect yourself. There is nothing negative about that. VPNs are fun and costsaving too! A VPN bypasses geographical restrictions so you can access websites you normally can’t or you could start Netflix’s one month free trial over and over again- forever. And it’s legal! (unless you use it to buy weapons etc.,) Don’t tell yourself that you are too tired and that you will do this tomorrow. Because that isn’t going to happen and you know it. You have to do this right now. You only have to click on it. Don’t let this/shit/life just happen to you. Take yourself seriously. Get a VPN. Privacy is not a privilege, it’s a fundamental human right

joyfuldefender Ok sorry that it’s so freaking long and also sorry for the language, but this is extremely important. Please reblog!

Follow li-ionsandtigersandbears Reblogging again bc this is important

Follow mermaidz4ever We have a VPN you should get one too

killmongersbaby Please read.

Follow bae-in-maine Can you get them for your phones?

Follow kika-lei ^ you can. & when you have a subscription you can use it on your phone and computer. no need for separate subs or purchases. it is absolutely so important for safety. but one of my fave things to do with my vpn is access non-US netflix. I mean other places have all the new good place eps, all the ‘classic’ bggo eps…

i-cant-remember-who-i-am IMPORTANT

Follow theriflemanofroblox reblogging so new people can be aware :)

Follow facelessnamelessanarchist Long as hell, but read it!!!

Source: welcomedhappiness

————————— I found this post and I thought it was important but tumblr wouldn’t let me reblog it for some reason so I copy/pasted it because I’m not very tech savvy

[darkmacademia]

hi! this is a stupid question but anyway. i’m doing my alevels (uk) so going to uni next sept. i’ve got my actual exams next summer too. the thing is, i rly want to do well and go to a good uni and my teachers have told me it’s possible. but the problem is i just can’t like study. i’ve bought books for extra reading and i told myself to watch ted talks and to write up study notes but i just can’t seem to motivate myself to actually do it. i know i’ll regret it if i don’t but i still can’t (1)

(2) find the motivation to knuckle down and study. i even wake up early and i still am not nearly as productive as i should be. i’m just tired when i come back from school so it’s easier to just watch netflix then read a book. do you have any advice/tips because i could really do with some!!! thank you so much. p.s. your blog is amazing and it makes me rly happy when i see your posts on my dash!

[long post]

Thanks for the question, it’s not stupid at all! Sorry to hear you’re struggling with studying, it can be a very stressful time. I’m not super qualified to give advice but I’m gonna try anyway! I’ll relate the tips to myself if you don’t mind, just for context. (For reference, I finished Australian VCE in November 2018)

Usually when you’re struggling with something that is totally in your power to do but you just Can’t, it might not be due to the actual task, but something about it or adjacent to it that is stopping you, e.g. fear of failure, wrong studying techniques, etc. Maybe try and analyse what exactly is stopping you? For example, when I was really struggling with writing practice essays for English (like i wrote Nothing, ever), I found that it was because I didn’t like sitting alone trying to push out ideas onto a blank page, it was just suuuper boring for me. 

So instead, I grabbed my friend and we sat for hours just chatting (and sometimes arguing very passionately) about the text and occasionally jotting down ideas to write about later. This made me actually passionate about my ideas and enjoy the work rather than it being a chore. It wasn’t because I couldn’t write essays, but because the way I went about it before didn’t work for me. (I ended up doing really well in the exam even though I started the year doing zero work). This is sort of vague advice, but if you want to chat more, feel free to send a chat message. I’d be more than happy to talk!

But for more concrete tips, these are some that I’ve found work for me personally:

1) Making it less effort to start: sometimes we don’t want to study because that involves getting out notes, setting up stationary, chargers, text books, waiting for the planets to align, etc. So what I did was make it as easy as possible to just get right into it. I’d organise my supplies on my desk so I could literally just sit down and start. That initial hesitation can set you back, especially when you don’t want to do the thing.

2) Studying with friends: this might not be practical for everyone, but I personally find it terribly difficult to motivate myself when studying alone. Find some similar-minded friends and just sit together and study. It helped me a lot to know that I wasn’t the only one suffering lmao. This leads onto the next point:

3) Pomodoro sessions: a common study technique is splitting up your time into 25+5 minute blocks, as it’s not as daunting as sitting down and telling yourself you’ll study for 2 hours straight. Especially if you’re with friends, you’re rewarded with those 5 minutes of relaxing, chatting, getting a drink, so it doesn’t seem like hours and hours of hell. (No joke, this video was my favourite video of 2018, she’s amazing). My classmates and I would find a quiet table, put that video on and just work in silence for 25 minutes, which is actually a lot less time than you think.

4) Studying is hard, but doesn’t have to be complete agony for you to do well: something I learnt during the HOURS of tediously making 500+ A3 pages in my visual diaries (I counted) for my two art subjects. Yes, doing well isn’t easy, but success is NOT synonymous with pain. Yes, you’ll have to do those equations somehow, but grab a hot drink, play some music, put on a cute outfit (idk why this helps, it just does), study with friends. Learning is meant to be fun, don’t let study get in the way of that. 

5) You can’t do everything at once: ever get overwhelmed with the size of the task? I got super scared at all the Chinese stuff I had to memorise and it totally shut me down for weeks. I had to remember that I physically could not do all of it at once, so I stopped trying. I broke everything down into weekly/daily tasks that I could manage short-term. The sheer pressure itself was stopping me from working, not the tasks themselves.

6) This is for the more extreme scenarios, but lock your social media: my friend @acastemia and I legit couldn’t stay off our social media during Year 12, so we got the other to change the passwords for all our accounts and not let each other have them until we proved that we did the work for that week. Obviously a dramatic move, but dear god it helped in those final months ahaha

7) Other random stuff that might work: this app for staying off phones, this app for getting better sleep, cleaning your desk - seeing a clear space helps clear ur mind I guess?? Studying in different environments - alternating between cafes, libraries, parks, at home. 

Whoops this is super long but I hope that helps somewhat! Please please message me further if you have more questions, I’m very passionate about navigating the hellscape that is the education system and want to see everyone do well ! Best of luck, I’d love to hear how you go in the future. xx

[apeironaxiomaton]

tagged by @7rc thanks!

10 quarantine songs:

1) this is a cheat, but just the whole first side of fleetwood mac’s 1979 album tusk (I keep listening to like all of tusk because it just fits the quarantine vibe so perfectly, but this stretch of it is esp. good and I listen to it a lot by itself  because of the undeniable combo of “over & over” AND “think about me” AND “sara” and the two lindsey buckingham songs are also pretty good but really just along for the ride)

2) “everywhere” - fleetwood mac (we have been on not one but several 48 hour fleetwood mac lockdowns and I guess I didn’t notice it but maybe I think christine mcvie is their best songwriter? hard to say because all three of them are good, but maybe i think that.)

3) “martin” - car seat headrest

4) “life during wartime” - talking heads

5) “MGMT - Kids But It’s September By Earth, Wind & Fire” - william maranchi (this shouldn’t work and most of this guy’s mashups are a lot more cursed but this is just aural dopamine)

6) “i steal pets” - rachel bloom

7) “the steps” - haim

8) “celebrity skin” - hole

9) “don’t be a lawyer” - crazy ex girlfriend ost

10) “angel” - fleetwood mac (again, tusk; again, underrated)

Are you staying home from work/school? yes, we are doing both remotely. I work on campus, but fortunately my department’s website direly needs updates so I’m still getting hours and easily able to do it from home.

If you’re staying home, who is with you? I have one roommate who’s stuck around but he lives at the other end of the hall and was already pretty sparse (although he finally got a replacement key the second week of quarantine) so usually he just shows up at 10 or 11am, showers and bumps around for an hour or two, and then leaves and I don’t see him again until 10 am or 11am the next day. so I’m basically by myself.

Who would be your ideal quarantine mate? my family or my friends anna and madeline.

Are you a homebody? yeah although I’d just spent the last year learning to be much less of a homebody, so it’s kind of a bummer to be shoved back here again when I was doing so well at getting out.

An event you were looking forward to that got canceled? I was going to present the first part of my undergrad thesis at a really niche conference in my field that I was helping to put on, but that’s moved back to the fall! I was also really excited about sitting in on a class on simone de beauvoir this summer, and that’s technically still happening but it’ll all be online and it’ll be different and lesser because of that. 

What movies have you watched recently? double feature of portrait of a lady on fire (stunning) and lady macbeth (intriguing but flawed) last saturday night. a week earlier, I started with a trio of comfort food classics (frances ha, stop making sense, the hudsucker proxy) before watching stuff I’d been thinking about seeing in the back of my mind, but had never gotten around to: alien (would have been better as a short film; its reputation ruins all the best twists), true grit (solid mid-tier coens), hard eight (a nice lowkey character study), the witch (superbly crafted but I like it when a film, you know, has a point and this one fools you into thinking it does and then...doesn’t), married to the mob (a lot of fun, but something about it always felt just a little off which made it harder for me to get into), hot rod (popstar is the superior lonely island film by far), and an unintentional pairing of two films themed around “step siblings with a complex relationship that’s complicated even further when their parents don’t stay together”: mistress america and step brothers. I watched as many movies that first week of quarantine as I had the whole rest of this year before, but most of the first time watches were honestly only okay? idk if that says more about them or the emotional state I watched them in.

What shows are you watching? I have been so blessed that my apartment installed a big tv in the common room during those miserable renovations last year and that two of my friends had given me their netflix, hulu, and prime-with-an-hbo-subscription passwords. also cursed, because in the mood quarantine puts you in, all you can do for much of the day is watch tv and this setup really enables that. during the past three weeks, we’ve started and finished barry, derry girls, fleabag, and crazy ex girlfriend. derry girls was my favorite. 

What music are you listening to? so after previously only knowing the four big songs from rumors, I’ve spent a good deal of quarantine getting really into fleetwood mac. they’re mellow and cheesy and comfortable in way that’s very appealing right now, but there’s also this nice undercurrent of mysticism, weirdness, and interpersonal tension to their songs that prevents them from descending into soft rock gloop. tried getting more into the cure, but they’re a little too dour for right now. bruce springsteen, carly rae jepsen, and haim are also heavily factoring in.

What are you reading? since quarantine started I’ve finished taylor jenkins reid’s daisy jones and the six (this is responsible for all the fleetwood mac if you’re keeping score) and toni morrison’s the bluest eye, which I read for a class that’s basically just my favorite philosophy professor doing a book club. I’m in the middle of reading italo calvino’s if on a winter’s night a traveler, albert camus’ the stranger, daniel lavery’s something that may shock and discredit you, and gradually working my way through ted chiang’s short story collection story of your life and others.

What are you doing for self-care? taking a lot of long hot showers, avoiding getting things done (works short term; causes less self-care long term), going on a hike in the local canyon foothills, doing a remote existentialist literature reading group with some friends.

tagging: @animesemplemcpherson, @aahsoka, @theraisincouncil, @curtailedwhale, @teddy-stonehill and also you if you’re interested in filling this out.

[angelic-holland]

Drive North // th x fem!reader

Summary: Dating a famous person can suck sometimes, this is one of those times. You may hate LA but you sure do love your boyfriend. 

Part of my Drive North series. Take a listen to the song Drive North as it inspired this fic.

Warnings: Insecurities, smut, nsfw, 18+ please

Word count: 3k

You never wanted this, the “fame” as Tom called it that came along with dating him. You actually really hated it, you hated that you two couldn’t go on normal dates without being swarmed by people, that you couldn’t go on Twitter or Instagram without people saying you looked fat in a dress you wore out with him or that they thought he would be better off with someone like him, someone famous. And you most certainly were not famous. You were studying to become a guidance counselor, nowhere near as glamorous as the life Tom led but it’s what you loved, what you’ve always wanted to do.

You and he were on a little vacation in California, the Far From Home premiere finished, you both wanted to relax a little, so you rented a car and drove as far away from LA as possible, towards the mountains of Northern California. He rented a small lake house which you said was totally unnecessary but he insisted upon it.

You flopped down on the large bed, Tom insisted you rest while he brought your bags in since you drove. You pulled out your phone, absentmindedly opening twitter. You were about to turn to your private account, the one only your friends followed, you had a different name, your profile picture wasn’t even a picture of your face just so people wouldn’t find you by accident. You cleared your notifications from your public account, seeing you and Tom tagged in a few pictures of the two of you from the premiere. You made the mistake of clicking on it, seeing the second picture is a close up of your face. Granted, your period just ended and you were dealing with the aftermath of your pimples and spots.

The caption is what got you, normally you ignored them but your hormones got the best of you.

Can you believe Y/N couldn’t even be bothered to cover up all the spots on her face? She’s on a red carpet not going to the grocery store.

You didn’t ever really wear makeup, your skin was sensitive and foundation made you break out and since you were already breaking out with your period, you had the makeup artist who put together you and Tom just put a very light layer of tinted moisturizer on. You figured you’d deal with the backlash from random people online easier than your face breaking out even worse. It was a lose, lose situation; they’d make fun of you for not wearing enough makeup then, but if you did wear enough makeup to cover your spots, they’d make fun of you later when your face broke out even more.

You didn’t even realize you were crying until you heard Tom drop your bags on the ground at the bedroom door, rushing to your side.

“Baby girl, what’s wrong?” He says as you put your phone on the bedside table.

“Nothing, just stupid,” you say, wiping a tear from your eye.

“Nothing’s stupid,” he says, crawling up onto the bed and laying down on his stomach next to you. You groan, your face pressed into your arms so he doesn’t see you cry.

“Just, someone said something stupid.”

“Well if it’s stupid why’re you letting it bother you?”

You knew he meant well by what he said if what they said was dumb if they wouldn’t understand the half of it, if they were strangers on the internet why let it bother you?

“Because, they’re kinda right,” you mumble, sniffling a little.

“What’re they right about love?” He asks, his hand rubbing your back as you take a few deep breaths.

“I should’ve worn more makeup, for the premiere, looked dumb next to everyone else with their perfect skin.”

“What? Nobody’s got perfect skin, you know that, I had some spots they covered up, only difference is I can use that hardcore makeup that could cover up a murder or something, my skin doesn’t react bad like yours. But we’re all different.”

“I know, just wish I didn’t see the tweet.”

“People suck,” he says, as you look up at him. His thumb wipes away a tear from your cheek as you nod.

“Don’t know how you and everyone else does it, fucking hate how people treat you and every other famous person.”

“It gets too much sometimes, just gotta realize that you’re better than people who are leaving strangers hate on the internet.”

“I know, just wish I dealt with it better.”

“Everyone deals with it differently, you’re allowed to deal with it like this, cause I’m always gonna be here for you darling.”

“Thank you Tommy,” you say as he kisses your temple, lips pressed against your skin.

“Always love,” he whispers, arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you snug against his side.

“Wanna watch a movie or something?” He asks after a few moments of comfortable silence, you nod, trying to rub the red from your eyes.

“Come on love, let’s watch your favorite, Ragnarok,” he laughs, getting up and grabbing his laptop from the backpack he left by the door.

“Gonna thank everyone for all the love from the premiere first,” he says, “Wanna set up the movie? I’ll be back.”

You nod, all the love, because you’re sure you got all the love too. His fans would praise his looks, how hot he was, how amazing he was that he did the Brothers trust event, talk about how good of a person he was, all while bullying you. Albeit, not all of his fans were like this, almost none were he assured you time and time again. But of course you were going to fixate on the bad ones, it’s the human condition isn’t it?

You open up his laptop, typing in his password, you’ve never hid passwords from each other, you never had anything to hide anyways. You opened up Netflix and typed in Ragnarok, by far your favorite MCU film, Tom loved to tease you about it, asking why your favorite wasn’t Spiderman. You’ve both debated the topic time and time again and neither of you would budge so he let you have Ragnarok as long as you indulged him by watching Homecoming every few months with him.

You paused the movie at the start, knowing he’d be back shortly, wanting to watch it with him. You grabbed your phone, checking your texts. Your sister had sent you about 100 messages and you rolled your eyes.

Queen, literal queen

Y/N I can’t believe you both looked so god damn GOOD

Legit how are you the hottest couple to exist

She sent you about then pictures and then screenshots of tweets praising your look, and Tom’s, how the two of you matched, how Tom looked so much better on this red carpet than his Homecoming one. The she sent a long message with just a plethora of heart emojis. You smiled a little, the tweets were all really nice, hyping you up like she was.

You: thanks sis, love you so much

You got a notification that Tom posted to his Instagram story and made a post, opening Instagram.

You smiled at the picture he posted, the two of you on the red carpet, he was smiling at you, you rolling your eyes, you’re pretty sure this was taken right after he called you his princess. He put a grayscale filter on the first photo, you swiped to the next which was the same but in color. You scrolled down to the caption and almost cried.

tomholland2013: you’ve made this seemingly dull world full of color, love you princess

You smiled as Tom came back into the room, laying down next to you again. You didn’t realize you were crying until his hands cupped your face, wiping away the tears.

“I hope these are happy tears,” he says, kissing your cheek, your forehead, and pressing his lips to yours. You smile into the kiss, nodding as he rolls on top of you.

“Love you,” Tom whispers against your lips as your hands push up his T-shirt. Your hand rests on his chest, feeling his beating heart as he kisses down your neck.

“Love you too,” you say, voice turning to a whimper as his hands glide up your stomach under your shirt, lightly gripping your breasts.

“Still wanna watch that movie?”

“Maybe later,” you say, tugging his shirt off. He pulls off your shirt as well, helping you sit up to get your bra off.

“So gorgeous,” He says, kissing down your neck, lips leaving soft marks behind. Your hands are lightly gripping his hair when you remember the laptop sitting precariously at the edge of the bed.

“Wait,” you say and his lips leave your body, sitting up.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong? We don’t haveta-,”

“No, no just the laptop, don’t want it to break,” you laugh and Tom reaches up in front of you and grabs it, shutting it and putting it on the bedside table.

He continues kissing down your stomach, taking your nipple in his mouth, his fingers pinching your other nipple. You softly whimper his name.

He’s about to continue lower when his phone rings and you both groan.

“Stuff’s gotta stop interrupting us,” he mutters, pulling his phone out to check who’s calling.

“Just Harry,” He says about to click it off.

“No answer him,” you say, sitting up.

“What?” Tom asks, a little pissed off that Harry was interrupting you.

“Oh thank fuck,” you hear Harry groan into the phone.

“What?”

“You uh, did you know you had your Instagram live on?”

“My what on? How was it on?”

“It was streaming for the past like eight minutes.”

“Oh fuck,” Tom says, face paling as he looks at you with wide eyes.

“Is it off now?” You ask, you’re shaking, did the entire fucking world just hear you and Tom about to fuck?

“Is it off Harry?” Tom asks, running his hand through his hair.

“Yeah, turned off when you answered my call.”

“Well thank god I did,” he says, “wait do people save those? Was it just, wait did you watch it what did you see?”

“Nothing just blackness since I’m guessing it was in your pants pocket, just heard, well heard everything.”

“Oh my god,” you groan, Tom laughing against you.

“Not funny Tom, people screen record that shit and keep it forever!”

“Okay, it’s not recording anymore so I’ll, uh, let you two work things out,” Harry says, hanging up.

“How could you even Instagram live anyways? Didn’t you just post a photo or something?”

“Made a story, here we can see it,” Tom says, opening Instagram and clicking on his profile. He played the story for you.

“Hey everyone! wanted to thank you all for the love for Far From Home, Y/N and I are going to take a little vacation for the next week, I’ll probably take a little break from instagram so again thank you all so so much, bye!” Tom waves in the video and fumbles with the camera before the video cuts off.

The live video Harry was talking about wasn’t up anymore but there were swarms of comments on his latest post that you two laughed about. You didn’t see any mean ones, mainly people joking about Tom not understanding technology which was true, he’s had plenty of Instagram mishaps before.

“You okay?” He asks, head resting on your bare shoulder.

“I mean, is that video like, of us, saved? Or do people have it saved or whatever? Cause I was being all whiny.”

“I mean, wait what’s screen recording again? You record what the screen shows? Does that include sound?”

You nod.

“Maybe? But I mean, I would hope they respect the both of us enough to not spread it around.”

“I guess,” you say, eyebrows furrowed.

“Hey, thank god you made me pick up the phone then or else they’d get a sex tape out of us.”

You groan, head resting on top of his own, “I could only imagine what they’d do with that.”

“Oh I don’t want to sweetheart,” he says, arm wrapping around your bare waist.

“What would you rather do?” You ask as his fingers run up and down your side.

“One second,” he says, taking his phone and yours and jogging out of the room. You giggle when he runs back in.

“Just in case,” he says tugging off his shirt.

You roll your eyes as he tugs his jeans down, you do the same with your shorts, wanting to move things along. He climbs back on top of you, kissing you sweetly as your arms wrap around his neck.

“Love you,” He says as his hips meet yours, you buck up at the feeling of his hard cock straining beneath his underwear, rubbing against your core.

“Love you too Tom, just please,” you beg, moving your hips against his.

“Please what princess?”

“Fuck me Tom,” you whimper as his hands play with the edges of your panties.

“No, no fucking tonight, we’re gonna make love tonight princess,” Tom says, smiling against your neck as he pulls your panties down your legs, tossing them to the side.

You whimper at his words as his fingers swipe through your juices, he’s never really said those words “make love” before. You’ve done it plenty, when you both wanted to move a little slower, when you wanted to take your time, worshipping you, telling you how much he loves you and your body.

He kisses down your neck, fingers slightly dipping into your entrance before slipping out again, making you whine.

He makes his way down your body, lifting your legs over his shoulders. You look down at him, sitting between your thighs, hands holding them up, he’s got a wide grin on his face before he kisses along your thighs, slowly making his way to where you wanted him the most.

He gently breathed against your core, making you squirm against him before kissing right above your clit.

“Tom, please,” you whine, hands tugging his hair.

“Got you princess,” he says before kissing your clit, pushing a finger into your dripping hole.

He slowly pumps his finger, crooking it to find your sweet spot almost right away, his tongue lapping at your clit. You whimper against him, hands gripping the sheet.

You moan his name as another finger slides in beside the first.

He continues his motions, fucking you with his fingers while he switches between lapping at your clit and lightly sucking on it.

“Gonna come for me princess?” He asks, looking up at you behind heavily lidded eyes. Despite being incredibly embarrassed just a short time ago, you still were on edge, wanted to come so fucking bad.

His teeth graze your clit and you were a goner, coming with a cry of his name.

He slows his movements as you come, clenching hard around his fingers as he kisses up and down your thighs.

His fingers slip out of you and you almost come again when he sucks them into his mouth, moaning around them as he moves back up your body, dropping your legs to the bed.

Your hands push down his underwear, he helps you pull them all the way off, legs straddling your own.

“Please,” you whisper against his lips, arms wrapping around his neck to play with the short curls there.

“Please what princess?”

“Please, make love to me Tommy,” you say before his lips press against yours, tongue meeting your own. He guides his cock to your hole, slowly sliding in as you kiss, his hand moving to grip your hip.

He pauses once he’s fully inside you, kissing down your neck as you whimper, legs locking behind his own, urging him to move. And he does. But slowly. He takes his time, making every thrust deliberate. He’s leaving marks down your skin, usually he made sure to leave them light enough so that they would fade within a day or two but he was going to town on your neck, determined to make the marks last.

One of his hands traveled between the two of you, thumb gently pressing against your clit, causing you to gasp and arch your back against him.

“Tommy,” you whine, feeling yourself get close.

“Love you,” he groans, his hips stuttering, cock twitching inside you. You knew he was close as well.

“Fuck, love you, love you too,” you stuttered as you came, arms right around his neck as your legs fell to the bed.

“Love you, love you, love you so fucking much, Y/N,” Tom groans as he comes, collapsing on top of you as your hands card through his hair, kissing him as his cock softens inside of you. You stay like that for you don’t know how long, enjoying the feeling of him inside you and the warmth of his body on top of you before he’s pulling out of you, gathering your body in his arms once he’s stood up.

“Come on, let’s go clean up,” he says, carrying you to the bathroom. You wrap your arm around his neck, holding on as he moves. He sets you down on the toilet before turning on the shower.

You pee and try to clean yourself as best as you can before washing your hands, Tom is testing the water and pulling out two fluffy towels from the small closet by the door.

“You know, if you hate LA so much, why do ya stand me?” Tom asks as you both step into the shower.

“Because Tommy, I love you.”

“Mean it?” “Hmmm, I mean it so much I can’t even describe how much I love you,” you say as his chest presses up against your back.

“That’s okay, I know how much ya love me.”

“Love you enough to tolerate all that,” you giggle as his hands rub your shoulders.

“Love you too, Y/N,’ he kisses your neck before helping you wash your hair.

“Think we should lock our phones up for the week though.”

“And I should learn how to use instagram.”

[lovemesomesurveys]

What battery percentage is your phone on right now? 44%.

Do any medical afflictions run in your family? Cancer and diabetes. 

Who did you last talk to in person and what did you say? My mom. We were talking about the story being covered on 48 Hours on the ID channel.

What's your favourite Mexican dish? I like burritos, especially from this local Mexican restaurant. It’s simple, just beans, rice, cheese, cilantro, sour cream and guacamole, but it’s so good. I like to have this gravy and cheese dip on the side for dipping, too.

Have you ever been to a professional sports game? Yeah, I’ve been to a hockey game once.

How far do you live from New York City? I’m all the way across the country on the opposite side in California. 

How often do you talk to your parents? We live together, I see and talk to them all the time.

Do you prefer pads, tampons or something else? I just used pads. TMI, but I say “used” because I don’t have a menstrual cycle anymore due to health reasons.

What was the weather like in your town today?  It’s supposed to be 77 F today. It’s slowly been starting to cool down. I need it to drop down more for my liking, though.

Are there any phrases or words that you say a lot?  Yes, but for some reason whenever I’m asked this I can’t think of an example.

How many boyfriends or girlfriends have you ever had? One.

Have you ever ordered a specially made cake from a cake shop? Yeah, my childhood birthday cakes were ordered from a cake shop.

What was the last movie you saw and who did you watch it with? In the Tall Grass on Netflix with my mom and brother.

What's the name of your first real boyfriend or girlfriend? Derek.

Do you clean your ears daily? Not daily, but a few times a week.

What accent do you have? As a Californian I feel like I don’t have one, but I guess it would be a Californian one? *shrug* Like I said, I don’t feel like I have one but everyone does. It’s not distinctive like someone from Boston or North Dakota, ya know? Ha, I Googled Californian accent and it even says, “Their accent is indeed similar to General American, meaning it sounds to American ears like it isn't an accent at all. Everyone has an accent, however.”  Then it talks about how we pronounce certain sounds/words differently and some of our sayings and slang. Ha, it also brings up how if anything, non-Californians would probably think of a Californian accent being valley-girl or surfer dude, which yeah that’s true people do tend to associate us with that and words like “hella” and “stoked.”

What scent of air freshener do you keep in your bathroom? It’s a pumpkin cinnamon scent or something like that.

Have you ever dated a model? No.

What's the best job you've ever had? I’ve never had a job.

How about the worst? --

Do you have naturally straight hair? No, I have wavy hair.

What is your ultimate goal in life? I don’t know. 

Have you ever visited someone in prison? Yes.

What months were you and your siblings born in?  I was born in July, my younger brother was born in February, and my older brother was born in November.

Do you write down your passwords in a physical place to prevent losing them?  Yeah.

What are your three favourite vegetables? Potatoes, spinach, and broccoli. 

How many times a day do you check Facebook or any other social network? I check Facebook and a few other social medias a few times a day.

When was the last time you had a blocked nose? It gets stuffy now and then, but it doesn’t tend to last long. I haven’t had a real stuffy nose, like because of a cold, since earlier this year.

Who is your favourite comedian? I don’t have one.

What colour are the socks you're wearing today? White.

What did you have for dinner last night? Wingstop. 

What was the last concert you went to? Green Day back in 2009.

Are you an ugly crier? Yeah. I’m also just ugly.

What scent is the soap or body wash you use in the shower? It’s just Caress bar soap, it smells clean and soapy.

Have you ever had sex in/on a vehicle? No.

Who do you live with? My parents, brother, and doggo.

What letter does your street name begin with? --

Do you do anything to groom your eyebrows? I pluck them.

When was the last time you ate at McDonald's? A few months ago.

What's your favourite Popsicle flavour? Not a popsicle kind of gal, really.

Who was the last person you sent a Facebook message to and what did you say? My aunt. She was just checking in and seeing how I’ve been doing.

Do you have any injuries at the moment? Yes.

Have you ever been to an ophthalmologist? I’ve been to the optometrist numerous times, but I don’t think an ophthalmologist. 

Do you own any animal print clothes? No, not my style.

Are you tall, short or average? Would you change this? I’m short and “I wish I was a little bit taller.”

When was the last time you went to a drug store/pharmacy? Hm, I don’t recall. My mom or brother always pick up my medicines for me, I haven’t gone in awhile.

Do you ever binge-watch TV shows? Yeah. My current binge-watch is Sabrina: The Teenage Witch (the one from my childhood with Melissa Joan Hart). 

Have you ever mustered up the courage to tell someone how you feel only to be rejected? Yep. Twice. Not a fun time...

Do you keep your files and documents organized in one place? Unfortunately, no. I’d like to be organized with that kind of stuff.

What's your favourite sweet treat to bake? I don’t bake anymore, but I used to like making cupcakes or cookies during the holidays.

Are you good at flirting and letting people know you're interested? Ha, no. I’m too awkward. There’s been times I thought it was obvious I was interested only for them to be like, “I had no idea.” 

What did you have for breakfast today? It’s 1:22AM.

Do you prefer sweet or savoury breakfasts? Savory.

Do you like chick-flicks? Yeah.

Have you ever taken an acting class? Yes, which is really shocking for someone as shy and awkward as I am. I actually took two while at community college.

What is your favourite kind of berry? I don’t have a favorite. I really only like strawberries out of the berry choices, but I couldn’t even tell you the last time I had any.

When was the last time you watched one of your favourite movies? I’ve been watching some of my favorite horror movies. I plan on watching a lot this month.

How often do you use Youtube? Quite often.

Do you prefer Prince or Michael Jackson? I like more Michael Jackson songs, but I like some Prince songs as well.

What's the coolest thing you've ever dressed up as for Halloween? Not sure about “the coolest.”

Are you ignoring anyone right now? I guess that’s what it’s called when you don’t respond to messages or make any attempt to contact or reach out to them. :/ That was never the intention and even now it’s still hard to admit that that’s exactly what I’ve been doing the past few years. They eventually stopped trying to reach out and I don’t blame them. I’m such a shitty person.

How do you usually style your hair? I throw it up in a pony tail or bun; not much styling going on.

Do you have any tattoos? Tell me about them. Nope.

Have you ever worked in a store while someone shoplifted there? I’ve never worked at a store. I’ve witnessed it happening while shopping at stores, though.

When was the last time you used a stove? I just made my ramen.

Is there anything you absolutely refuse to eat? Insects, seafood, stuff like bull testicles, etc. 

Are you sitting, standing or laying (or something else) right now? I’m sitting on my bed.

How many hours per week do you typically work? Zero.

What was the last pill or tablet you took? My pain medication.

How far away from your house is the closest grocery store? Just down the street.

Have you ever lived in university/college campus housing? Nope.

Who was the last person you complimented? My mom.

Are you the type of person to take naps, even if you've slept plenty? “Even if you’ve slept plenty” ha, right.

Do you have a crush on anyone at the moment? Nope.

The age old question: dogs or cats? Dogs.

When was the last time you saw your best friend? I see her everyday, all the time. We live together. She’s my mom. 

Do you know any couples who resemble each other? No, but I’ve seen couples who do.

Have you ever been fired from a job? Why? Nope.

Are you tired right now? I always am. <<<

Do you like spring rolls? Yeah.

What do you live on in terms of a street, road, crescent, place, court etc? Lane.

How many purses or handbags do you own? Six. Do you get along with all your aunts and uncles?  There’s one uncle we don’t talk to for reasons, but otherwise yeah. I haven’t seen any of my aunts or uncles in awhile, some I haven’t seen in years, but there’s no drama with them. I have one aunt that I’m really close to, though.

Have you ever eavesdropped and heard something you didn't want to hear? Yes.

When was the last time you used a pen, pencil or marker? I used a pen yesterday.

What's your favourite type of curry? I don’t eat curry.

Do you often go to do or say something and then just forget? It happens. Brain fog.

Who makes you laugh the hardest? My mom and brother.

Have you ever had casual sex? No.

What was the last thing you paid for with cash? Food.

What's the last letter of your middle name? Nah.

If your phone rang right now from a number you don't know, would you answer? Nope.

How long is your hair? Down to my butt.

What was your first pet's name and how did you pick that? The first pet whose name I picked was our dog, Scruffy, when I was about 4 or 5. I’m not sure how I chose that name. Do you drink diet or regular soda? Regular.

Have you ever been to Europe? No, but I’d love to.

Do you worry about your own health? Always. Yet, I admittedly don’t do some things I should be doing. I certainly could be doing a lot more.

Who did you last make plans with, and what plans did you make? Uhh, I made plans to watch something on Netflix with my mom tomorrow haha. Those are the only kind of plans I make nowadays.

Can you smell anything right now? My ramen.

How old were you when you got your first cell phone? 15.

When was the last time you bought a pair of shoes? I got a new pair for my birthday from my mom. All the shoes I have were birthday or Christmas gifts, to be honest. I don’t recall the last time I bought a pair of shoes myself.

Do you like fruit and vegetable combo juices? No. Or any kind of juice, period.

Have you ever been on a spring break trip? Yeah.

Would you rather be warmer or colder right now? I’d like if it were cold enough to need a blanket. We’re still not there yet in California even though it’s almost mid-October. :(

How tall are your highest heels? I don’t wear heels. I couldn’t even if I wanted to.

What's your favourite flavour of frosting? Good ol’ vanilla is the best, but I like strawberry, lemon, and cream cheese as well.

When did you wake up today? I haven’t gone to bed, yet, it’s 3:58AM.

Do you change your appearance often? No. I haven’t in quite awhile.

Have you ever blocked someone on Facebook? Why? Yes.

How many people do you work with?

What was the last thing you ate? Ramen.

Do you have any plans for three hours in the future? Probably attempt sleep.

Has anyone ever made a comment about your weight that offended or upset you? Yeah, it’s frustrating.

[cherryblossowm]

Love is not worth it. (Part 1)

Pairings: Peter Parker x Reader! Stark

Warning: None

Summary: Tony sent you to one of the best high schools in New York to improve your abilities, meeting three new people who became your best friends. But in the end, everything went to trash, feelings, and your whole reputation too.

You were Tony Stark’s and Pepper Potts daughter, their one and only baby princess. You after Tony, were one of the most intelligent girls in your class. You always helped your parents with their projects, and one day, maybe you’ll be an avenger, who knows. You we’re on vacations so there was no need to stress out for your new high school, the best in town where all the intelligent kids in New York studied at, after all, your parents just wanted to prepare you more and be better than they already are. You liked being at home, relaxing and watching some movies or shows, sometimes helping your parents or the avengers for training. You weren’t a street or party girl, but sometimes you went out for a walk at the mall, park or across the city with Happy or the Avengers, when they weren’t working.

Every night, after having dinner with Tony and Pepper and taking a shower, you laid on your bed with your pajamas on, and would watch at the ceiling imagining how it’ll be your first day at school being the new girl.

And that day arrived sooner than you hoped for.

Once the bus arrived and you went in, waving goodbye to your parents, you turned around seeing a lot of new faces. Some looked at you like a weirdo, some smiled, some guys winked at you and some just, didn’t care, but neither you.

Walking thru the bus hall, a girl smiled to you and asked if you wanted to take a sit next to her, which you agreed.

‘Wow, my first day and I already made a new girl friend’ you thought to yourself while your new friend was making a bunch of questions and telling you some stories from school and about her two best friends. Her name was MJ, she was funny, yet kinda scary sometimes. But all your care for was her friendship.

On the other hand, Peter and Ned were sitting at the very front of the bus, talking about you and glancing when you didn’t notice theirs stares.

“Dude! Don’t you think Mr.Stark’s daughter is pretty?? She looks so cute, doesn’t look as shitty as the popular ones. That includes, Flash the diva.”

Ned burst out in laughter. “Aw dude, if only flash heard that, you will be dead by now. And I can’t allow you to die before we finish our Star Wars project.”

“Yeah, yeah, you right.” Peter say calming down his laughter.

He turned around to take one last glance at you, he was so hypnotized by your beauty that he didn’t notice when you saw him.

While MJ was still talking, you looked out of the window, and then at the front. That’s when you saw a cute guy looking straightly at you with gloomy eyes. He seemed nice so you waved and smiled at him. Peter nervously reacted and waved back at you before returning his eyes back at the front, chatting with the other guy.

“Looks like Peter likes you.” MJ smirked at you.

“Oh, so he’s the famous Peter Parker you were talking me about? He looks nice.”

“Yeap, those dorks are my best friends. I’ll present them to you once we get to school.”

“Sounds nice. They look like nice guys.” You said, finally arriving to school. MJ and you got up from your seats and begun walking thru the buss hall. Peter and Ned following after. Once you got off the bus, everything was so big, so nice, different from your old school. “Nice, uh? OH! Here assholes, I’m here!” MJ shouted to Peter and Ned. Peter and Ned came right after both.

“So, (Y/N) this two are Peter and Ned, stupid ass #1 and stupid ass #2 she’s (Y/N), the new student.”

“OMG YOU’RE IRON MAN’S DAUGHTER, THAT IS SOOO COOL!! I’m Ned! My friend Peter likes you!” He screamed excited giving you a big handshake.

“Hi I- WHATS?!?” Peter eyes got as big as a plate.

“Sorry, what?” You looked at both boys in confusion, MJ already sighing at Ned messing up, like always. “He means, “YOU”, that Netflix series!” Peter pinched Ned’s arm. “Riiiighhhht, NED?!” Peter looking at his buddy’s face, grinning. Ned noticed. “AH- Yeah! Have you seen it on Netflix? Is a cool series about a stalker who murdered all her crush/gf ex’s”

‘So that’s why they’re MJ’s best friends, nothing strange.’ You thought. “I don’t, but we should watch it together, right Peter?” Peter laughed nervously. “It would be cool! Of course, if you want to.”

“Of course I do! Nice way of making new friends.” You smiled and let out a laugh. Peter never heard a laugh sweeter than yours.

“Well, we have to go to class, dorks, so hurry up and stop flirting, you make me wanna vomit.” Said MJ, with a gross face. You all three laughed and entered your new school, passing by all the other students. Tony left Peter in charge of showing you your new locker and all the classrooms, and where you should go period after period.

Peter has always seen you at the Stark Tower, but he’s not supposed to meet everyone there yet. He has always thought you were cute, admirable like your dad, and of course, beautiful, and now, you were at his school. Of course he already knew you were gonna be here, Tony told him to watch out for you, just trying to not creep you out like a stalker.

You two were walking, not saying a single word. He still felt embarrassed from what Ned said, and being with you made him nervous, also, he didn’t present himself properly, so Peter decided to start a conversation. “I forgot, my name’s Peter Parker and it’s nice having new students around this school.” You noticed Peter’s blush. “Aw, thank you Peter, as you may now by now, I’m (Y/N) Stark, and yeah, I already know you.” Peter chocked. ‘SHE KNOWS ME? DOES SHE KNOWS ABOUT ME BEING SPIDERMAN, MAYBE SHE’S SEEN ME FIGHTING CRIMINALS OR OR-‘ Peter tried to look calm. “Yeah? From where?” Peter asked as anxiety was eating him up.

“MJ.”

“WH-WHAT? What did she tell you about me?” Okay, now he was freaking out, not as before, but somehow the same. “On the bus she was telling me how you and Ned were her buddies and that you are one of the most intelligent guys here, nice, innocent, dorky, and oh! I forgot, YOU GOT AN INTERNSHIP WITH MY DAD!? He never told me about you.”

‘Oof, at least she don’t know ‘bout Spiderman.’ He finally breathed all the air he was holding in.

“Yeah, kind of, I’m gonna work some technology projects with him and pay me everything.”

“That’s so cool!” You looked at him in awe.

“Yeah, not much, is tiring, but fun.” Finally, you got to your locker. “Here’s you new locker, won’t have to carry all your books so just leave them in here, and this is your password.” Peter handed her a tiny piece of paper with her Locker’s password on it. “Thanks.” You said taking your stuff out of your backpack and placing them on your locker. After you were done, he handed your schedule to you, you were having your first period with him, Ned and MJ.

Both of you walked down the corridors reaching your first period. After you presented to the class, you took a sit next to MJ, who was saving it for you. You went later to your next period with Ned and Peter, then with Peter and Ned, then had lunch with the them, another period with only MJ, and finally, your last one. The teacher left some homework that MJ and you finished quickly and had the rest of the class free, so you were talking with her in low voices.

“How was your first day at school, girl?” MJ asked.

“It’s nice, calm, everyone is doing their homework, are nicer, unlike my other school.. they just partied around all day and never letted me concentrate.”

“What makes you think we won’t do that here too? Come on, it’s high school, have some fun before we grow to boring adults who just drive cars, work, take charge of the world and responsibilities, the only cool thing is we can vote.”

You laughed at her comment. “Maybe you’re right, just lemme get used to here first. I already like it here. I already have three best friends!”

“And this is just the beginning, by the passing of the days, you’ll love it here soon. Enjoy your adolescence.” She patted you on the shoulder and continued to draw some classmates boring faces.

You’ve never felt like this before, your new school was awesome, you had three new best friends, your teachers and classmates where nice too, everything here felt so nice, you felt happy. This was gonna definitely be your high school year! You thought while watching MJ draw.

Oh, silly you. You were so inoccent to know the double faces of people here.

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[holyfuckthisfishcandrive]

Broken Glass Diamonds; Chapter Three

Word count: 2184

Warnings:

Summary: The year at the hotel continues.

AO3 Chapter One Two

Roman studied the large blackboard. On the plan of the week, they always wrote down not only the date but also how many weeks it had been since the beginning.

Now it read 46.

Forty-six weeks of physical training, first aid, lessons in controlling powers and finding ways out of all kinds of theoretical predicaments. Later the situations would be training simulations and then, maybe one day, they would be real.

They had started out with 200 people and true to what Thomas had announced at the very beginning it had been watered down to 75.

"Are you coming?" Patton's voice startled Roman out of his thoughts. "I already checked. We have free time till lunch."

They wore a dress and had a frog clip in their hair.

The elevator had gotten stuck just a few days ago and had been closed off completely since then so they had to take the stairs up from the basement.

Not-Julian, who still refused to tell Roman his real name, didn't look up from his laptop as they passed him and just gave them a quick wave. The kid looked sickly pale lately but Roman hadn't asked what was wrong. He had been busy and he was pretty sure that the kid wouldn't come to 'work' if he was actually ill.

"I heard there's a shopping mall somewhere around here," Roman mentioned as they stepped outside. "I don't have much money but we could just look around and stuff."

"Sounds great! I'd like to be around other people again," Patton beamed. "I mean - civilian people."

"Yeah, I get it," Roman smiled back at them. "Plus, I haven't seen the news or read a paper in forever. What even happened since we got here? Has the world been taken over by corn - wielding cows in astronaut helmets?"

Patton giggled at his theatrics.

"Why astronaut helmets?" they asked.

"I don't know. Maybe they're alien cows. They came from a galaxy far, far away to conquer Earth because someone send a TV signal out into the Universe and they saw all the alien invasion movies. So they thought it was a party. An invasion party," Roman shrugged.

Patton laughed. "And who send the signal?"

"Mhm. Good question," Roman stroked an imaginary goatee. "NASA? Nah, too obvious. Maybe it was Netflix and they somehow got someone's password?"

They went on like this, Patton asking questions and Roman building out the story of the corn - wielding alien cows in astronaut helmets. Which, by the time they got to the mall, apparently also had a burning hatred for Justin Bieber and an undying love for beagles.

The mall had big windows but a solid roof, much to Roman's relief.

They walked around aimlessly for a while, just looking around and trying on a few things here and there. It was the kind of stuff Roman's friends had tried to get him to do when he was younger but he had never had the time for. But now, as a legal adult, he found that it was actually kinda fun. Especially with Patton,  who switched the green 'they' wristband for the blue 'she' one at about ten o'clock.

"Hey, let's get some ice cream!" Patton suggested and pulled Roman towards the food court.

"I told you I don't really have money," Roman said but let her pull him along anyway. Mostly because he was pretty sure that he couldn't escape Patton's grasp unless she let him.

"I do. I can just pay for you!"

Roman went to protest but Patton didn't let him.

"It's not that much! I really have more than enough to invite my best friend out for ice cream!" she smiled at him over her shoulder and Roman knew that he had lost.

"You can be so stubborn sometimes," he muttered with no real malice behind it, shaking his head and Patton laughed again.

There was no queue by the ice cream parlour since it was still before noon and most people were either still at work or getting actual meals for lunch.

There were a lot more flavours than Roman remembered from when he had been younger. He did his best to ignore both chocolate and banana even if they were the only ones he actually knew.

"What can I get you?" the man behind the counter asked in the most deadpan voice Roman had ever heard. His nametag read Chad.

"Er, I'll take a scoop of cookies with rainbow sprinkles... and what do you want?" Patton played with her wristband.

"The same," Roman blurted out. If Patton ordered it, it couldn't be bad.

"That'll be 3.60$," the cashier said, still without any inflexion and put the first ice onto the counter.

"Hey, we have the same glasses!" Patton noticed excitedly as she pulled out her money.

The cashier looked up at her and raised an eyebrow. "Yes?"

Roman could tell that the guy was getting feed up with them so he quickly took both ice creams and gently pushed Patton away, only stopping to tell the man to have a nice day. He didn't respond.

The ice was good. Roman closed his eyes and could perfectly picture the small kitchen back at home where he and Remus would steal some of the dough on the rare occasions that Mamá baked. It tasted just like that raw dough and even had some chocolate pieces inside.

"Let's head back," Roman suggested. "So we're not late for lunch."

Patton stopped abruptly.

"Wait! I forgot something!" she handed Roman her cone. "I'll be right back!"

With that, she vanished into the crowd.

Roman stared after her for a moment. She hadn't had a bag with her that she could have left anywhere as far as he could remember and he had no idea what she could have possibly forgotten. Had she wanted to buy anything that she just hadn't mentioned?

With nothing better to do Roman licked off some of his sprinkles and chewed on them.

A few minutes later Patton appeared again with a small paper bag under her arm.

"Sorry I made you wait," she smiled apologetically and took her own cone back.

"It's fine," Roman shrugged. The question of what was in the bag burned on his tongue but he didn't ask.

Patton took ahold of his now free hand and together they walked towards the exit they had come in from.

The walk back was mostly silent and Roman finished up his cone just as they arrived outside the hotel. Patton had eaten a bit faster than him.

Someone had apparently oiled the door while they had been gone because it opened easily and quietly. Roman wondered if they had repaired more than that but the one neon light was still broken so he guessed that they hadn't. Baby steps.

Not-Julian didn't look up as they came in. He looked even paler now. Maybe he was sick and just too stubborn to stay at home. It sounded like something Roman would do and - if he was honest - had done multiple times. Except that he had done it because he couldn't afford days off. He was pretty sure that Not-Julian didn't have the same problem.

The next time they got a day off was on Christmas.

They were allowed to go home over the holidays or stay at the hotel if they didn't want that. Naturally Roman chose to go home.

He had enough money for two tickets with him, one to get home and one to get back to the hotel, and Patton had insisted to loan him some to get his Mamá a small present. They had also given him one, with the strict instructions to not open it before Christmas morning.

Roman took the first possible train. It was foggy and smelled like snow. While waiting at the platform he made a small ball fire between his hands to keep himself warm. It had become so much easier to control his flames over the past months.

He wondered if Remus would be there. Most likely he would. Would come back from somewhere and for just a few days they would all be together again and would catch up with each other about everything that had happened while they had been apart.

They train came, Roman got on and just a few minutes later fell asleep.

He woke up just barely before his stop but at least he was awake now. Well, more or less.

The walk from the train station to the apartment building they lived in wasn't very long but as soon as he turned the first corner Roman was made aware of how long he had been gone.

The place where the rundown cinema was supposed to be was empty. Something new was being built in its place but the constructions had barely started with the fundaments.

Roman hadn't know that the cinema would close, let also be torn down. A poster by the sidewalk showed an apartment building with prices. One of the flats that hadn't even been built yet was already sold.

With a heavy feeling in his, stomach Roman continued on.

There were new graffitis on the walls. A new store, selling cigarettes, alcohol and lottery tickets. Too many new things.

The apartment building was the same.

Roman slid his key into the lock and turned it and the door sprung open. The elevator was still full of the same writings and scribbles. The tenth floor, where Roman got out looked as grey as ever.

He pocketed his key and knocked. They had a doorbell but the sound of it gave Mamá headaches.

He heard shuffling and then the door opened.

Mamá wore her old apron, her hair was up in her usual bun and held back by a blue headband with polka dots on it.

"Hola, Mamá," Roman smiled and opened his arms.

"Estás en casa," she enveloped him in a tight hug.

In the kitchen, a timer beeped loudly and demanding and Mamá ushered him inside.

"Your brother will be here in just a few hours," she informed him in Spanish and went to put on her baking gloves. But Roman beat her to it and pulled out the tray barehanded. Another thing he had discovered through the program; he wasn't immune to only his own flames.

For the next hours Roman told Mamá everything while they made dinner.

He told her about the hotel, Patton and how they had become friends, Thomas and the other instructors, Not-Julian and his weird family and everything he had learned.

Mamá listened, asking questions from time to time and smiling at him almost the entire time.

It was already getting dark when Remus came.

He had grown a moustache and a patch of his hair was grey. He grinned at Roman and one of his teeth was missing.

But he didn't talk about where he'd been.

He stuck a toothpick into his gap to find a way that it would stay there but he didn't tell them how he had gotten it.

He joked that now he and Roman finally didn't look the same anymore but didn't give a real answer when Mamá asked why he had dyed his hair, other than claiming that he hadn't.

So Roman continued to carry the conversation during dinner and after until they wished each other goodnight and went to bed.

Christmas itself was almost normal. They exchanged gifts, ate cookies they had baked yesterday and lit candles.

Still, something felt off.

Roman couldn't figure out what was wrong until he stood on the train station again and hugged Mamá goodbye.

The promise of departure.

The fact that no matter what happened they'd have to leave again.

Not-Julian sat on his counter when Roman arrived late in the evening. There was a plate of sweets next to him and a lonely string of Christmas lights had been hung up over the key wall. It looked sad in the otherwise grey environment.

"How were your holidays?" Roman asked, trying to strike up a conversation.

"Alright, I guess," the teen shrugged. Roman noticed that his voice had gotten a lot deeper. "Babushka couldn't make it because she was the main suspect for the murder of her fourth husband, so that was kinda disappointing. But otherwise, it was okay. Uncail Ronan introduced us to his new partners and they are pretty cool."

Roman stared at him for a moment, trying to figure out whether he was supposed to ask or not.

"How was yours?" Not-Julian asked before he could decide.

"It was nice. I got to see Ma and my brother again," Roman shrugged.

"That's nice," Not-Julian said in a way that Roman couldn't tell whether he meant it or not. "By the way, your friend is here too. Same room as before."

"Really? Thanks," Roman smiled and swiped a chocolate bar in passing. The elevator was still out of commission so he jogged up the stairs and dropped off his bag in his room before going back to visit Patton. He had missed them.

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So, I'm not completely sure yet, but this might be the last chapter of Broken Glass Diamonds. I might write one more but likely not.

I am not done with the story tho (by far). But since it'd probably get boring to only have Roman's view for the entirety of this story I want you to please comment or send in asks about who's PoV you want to see. Whether to see the story continued from their view (for that only Roman and Patton would currently be options) or to get some more information about them (basically everyone mentioned so far except for the people that die in the first chapter and Remus). Depending on the person some parts might be a bit shorter tho.

Have a nice day!

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Play Pretend

*I’m back... kind of... maybe?*

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who the fuck allowed him to be hot while I was gone I need answers

You opened your fridge, looking for your water pitcher and pouring a glass for yourself. The cold water refreshed your dry throat and you filled another glass before placing the pitcher back. 

"You know it's rude to just enter people's homes, Kookie."

"How did you know it was me?" You shut the door, revealing your best friend, Jungkook's face. He's been clinging to you since you were two were in elementary school. He always had trouble building sandcastles and you always helped him out. He would always say that once he found out the magic you used to build the sandcastles, he would build them on his own. You guessed he never figured out that he was forgetting to add water.

"You're wearing those beat-up jeans in the middle of winter like an idiot, who else would it be?"

"It's fashion, Y/N, fashion. I know it's hard for you to fathom, I mean."

"I need to change the locks one of these days."

"I'll just knock on your door until you open up."

"You're so annoying." He smiled, grabbing your hand holding your glass to make you pour a sip in his mouth.

"Get your own glass, lazy."

"Why? You had a perfect glass in your hand." You rolled your eyes, walking past him and sitting on the couch. Jungkook sat next to you, grabbing the cushion to his left into his chest. 

"I really don't know what I was thinking when I gave you a spare key."

"I do. 'Wow, my awesome best friend can now stop by and hang out with my dull self!'"

"My awesome best friend? Who, Jimin?"

"When did you and Jimin get friendly? Has he been here too?"

"Why? Does that not make you feel special anymore or something?"

"No, what makes you say that?"  

"Aww, Kookie, don't worry you were always normal to me."

"You're worse at providing comfort than this cushion."

"Come on, Kook, you know you're always going to be special to me." He turned his head away from you, hiding the large smile that followed hearing you say that. You took a swig of water, looking at the tv and Jungkook fumbling with your cushion. He would occasionally voice over some of the characters, you joined him and the two of you chuckled to yourselves.

"Do you still have that dude’s Netflix password?”

"Yeah, why?”

“I need to catch up on Yu-gi-oh.”

“Seriously, this is the third time this month. You know he might catch on that I still have his password with your weird anime choices.”

“Y/N, you know how legendary Yu-gi-oh is? How it paved the way for card games- “

“Didn’t you say the same thing about Pokemon?”

“Yeah.”

“And Bleach?”

“Yes.”

“And Soul Eater?”

“I’m standing by my words, Y/N.”

“If I get kicked out this account, you’re paying for a new one.”

“Don’t be such a worrywart, that will never happen.” So, he said.

You gave in, Jungkook binging the show while you went to bed. He would occasionally sing along to the openings, his melodic voice oddly soothing despite the lyrics.

He was asleep on your couch, clinging to a cushion and his feet sticking out. You noticed him shivering, making you rush to your linen closet to cover him with a blanket.

“You’re something else, Kook.”

You turned off the tv before walking into the kitchen to grab a snack. Your warm bed welcomed you with open arms as you slipped under the covers, enjoying your snack before falling asleep again.

“So, um. I got good news and bad news.”

You dropped your bag on the ground, seeing Jungkook sitting on your couch. It was after work, you really wanted to soak in your lavender bath salts and relax with a glass of wine.

“Is the good news that you’ll start calling when you come over? Or that you’re giving a Netflix subscription for a year? Or-”

“No, but something even better than that.”

“What is it?”

“I scored a hot date with this girl-”

“How is that good news?”

“I said I had good news, I didn’t say it was good news for you, sweetheart.”

“So, you came to brag about your love life?”

“A little bit I need your help.”

“Me? What’s in it for me?”

“Aren’t we best friends? Don’t best friends do stuff for each other because they care about each other?”

“Jungkook, you.” You couldn’t finish your sentence, looking at the shit eating grin on his face. This kid has his way with words, you had to admit.

“I need to practice the perfect date and who’s more opinionated than you, Y/N?”

“I don’t know whether to be offended or pleased.”

“Look, I only know places that just lead to me getting some, but this girl is different, I want it to be special and shit. She deserves a nice date, not some hump and dump type of date.”

“If I can get past the way you just said that, it’s kind of sounds romantic? And I thought the most romantic thing you would ever do was offer a girl a drink after sleeping with her.”

“It’s called aftercare, Y/N. How do you think I keep them coming back besides for the mind-blowing-?”

“I don’t think you can last an hour without mentioning your dick. Let alone a whole date with a girl.” You went into your room, wanting to change out of your work clothes and shutting the door,

“Wait, Y/N.” Jungkook was stopped by your door, you sighing as you slipped off your socks. You changed, putting your work clothes away from opening the door to Jungkook standing in front of you.

“Look, I’m serious. Can you teach me how to properly date?”

“Are you going to pay for everything?”

“Um, yeah, I guess.”

“Are you sure you can behave?”

“I promise, just say yes.” It was odd seeing Jungkook so serious and desperate about something of this subject, Jungkook was more into hookups, video games and anime. A normal young man, you could say but he’s never been that serious about a girl like this. You’ve seen him date a girl for a few months at a time but rebound quickly. Once, he broke up with a girl to only be seen with another girl a few hours later.

“I’ll help you. When is the little date you planned?”

“Uh, next Saturday.”

“A week, huh? When do we start?”

“Is this a job interview? I’ll just call you.”

“Not every girl likes spontaneity, Kook.”

“Get used to it.” You rolled your eyes, it hasn’t even been five minutes and you’re already regretting agreeing to go on pretend dates with someone as infuriating and annoying as Jungkook.

“Jungkook, what was the bad news?”

“Thought you would forget about that.”

“I’m not simpleminded like you.”

“I almost don’t want to tell you.”

“Jungkook.”

“Fine, it was that you would have no choice but agree to my proposition.”

“That’s bad news?”

“Yeah, you’re stuck with me now, sweetheart.”

“Oh, great.”

“Oh, and the guy kicked us out of the Netflix account.”

You sulked, sitting in Jungkook’s car and he sighed as he shut off the car.

“I said I was sorry, didn’t I?”

“I didn’t even get to finish Black Mirror, I was this close to finishing it too.”

“Isn’t that the show where some dude has to fuck a pig? Didn’t know you were into those kinds of things, Y/N.”

“Why did I agree to this?”

“Come on, stop sulking and let’s start this dating stuff.”

“How romantic.” You got out of the car, walking next to Jungkook as you entered the building. Jungkook stuck his arm out, you looked at him confused before he looked at you annoyed.

“Your coat, stupid.” You tossed your coat over his head before walking over to the security guard checking IDs. Jungkook joined you as you approached the front desk, the receptionist looking at the two of you.

“Brought your girlfriend this time, I see.”

“Yeah.” He’s been here before?

“I hope you two enjoy.” Jungkook grabbed your wrist, pulling into the back room and you followed him.

“Jungkook, what is this place?”

“Take a look for yourself.” You two entered what seemed to be an arcade, multiple games filled the large room with a bar to your left. There were a few people in there already, but it wasn’t intimidating.

“Was this an excuse to just play games without having to go to your house?”

“I thought dates were supposed to be fun, not boring like eating at a restaurant.”

“Having a nice dinner is not boring.”

“Whatever, you talk too much, come on.” Jungkook took your wrist again, dragging you to what looked at Mario Kart, a mischievous smirk creeping on your face. You’re going to cream him at this.

“You’re right, Jungkook. This is going to be fun.”

“I know that look in your eyes, don’t cry on my shoulder too much when I beat you too much.”

“Those are big words, Kookie. Hope they taste good when you have to eat them.” Two seats opened next to each other, you and Jungkook quickly sitting down and you two picked a track.

You lucked out with the items you got, hearing Jungkook curse under his breath and you smiled devilishly.

“Good luck, Kookie, I think you’ll need it.”

You easily beat him in a landslide, Jungkook wanting a rematch only face the same result of you winning over him every time. A crowd began to form around the two of you as Jungkook cursed after losing his eleventh race to you.

“I swear to god, are you cheating or something?”

“Jungkook, just admit you’re not on my level.”

“Never, air hockey now.”

“You’re on.” He raced you to the air hockey table and inserted some coins and the table lit up.

Jungkook was a lot better at air hockey than you played him last, then he was average at the game. You two were on your last lives, both of you eager to beat the other. You had the puck, trying to knock it into his goal and he blocked it.

“You got to do better than that.”

“The game isn’t over yet.”

“Give up and it will be.” He tried to distract you, but you blocked his shot. You thought about the best way to win this game, knowing that a crazy trick isn’t enough to beat Jungkook’s reflexes and a direct shot would be a waste. Maybe speed is something that he can’t beat.

You angled your shot, appearing to try a direct shot and Jungkook scoffed.

“You know better than that, sweetheart.”

“Then you don’t know me well enough, Kookie.” You hit the puck as hard as you could, hoping the speed would be enough to get past Jungkook and you were right. Kind of.

Instead of the puck entering his goal, it found its home in Jungkook’s crotch. Or in his words:

“My fucking dick, shit.”

“Jungkook, there are kids around.”

“I won’t be able to have any kids around with your psycho trick shots.” You walked over to him, part of you wanted to laugh at his dramatics and another part slightly worried that you hurt him that bad with a rubber puck.

“It’s not that bad, is it?”

“No, but this makes it better.” He plucked the puck off the ground and took a direct shot into your goal, winning the game.

“You cheated!”

“You left your side, I didn’t do anything.”

“Faking that you got hit in the dick isn’t anything?”

“But you did hit me in the dick, I only over exaggerated the damage, sweetheart.”

“Best 2 out of 3 and looks like it’s my turn to pick what’s up next.”

“Give me your worst.” You looked around the room, seeing anything that you would have a clear advantage over Jungkook in before you spotted it.

“Say, Kookie, how about a game of basketball?”

“Bring it.”

You took off your seatbelt, Jungkook still sulking after he turned off his car.

“Jungkook, wasn’t that fun?”

“No.”

“Gosh, you’re such a baby, it’s hard to believe that you’re 22 years old.”

“Even that little girl next to you got more than me.”

“It was just a game, Kook.”

“I still want a rematch.”

“Why did I believe you when you said you would behave? This fake date is going sour.”

“I guess the arcade isn’t romantic, huh.”

“It could be but you’re too competitive for your own good.”

“What can I say, I’m a master at all trades.”

“Pretty sure that’s not the saying.”

“Well, I’m good at everything.”

“Would it kill you to not boast?”

“Maybe.”

“Goodbye, Jungkook.”

“Wait.” He grabbed your hand, the sensation making you feel weird. Was his hand always this large and warm?

“What?”

“Pack a swimsuit.”

“Why-”

“Just do it.” He let go of your hand, you pull your arm back to your side and Jungkook shutting your door from the inside. He drove off, leaving you on the sidewalk and you huffed.

What a bossy brat.

You were in the middle of packing a bag, looking for some snacks when you heard your door crack open.

“Yo are you done?” He walked into the kitchen, standing next to you while you were on top of you

“You shouldn’t rush a lady, Jungkook.”

“I’ll keep that in mind when I meet one.”

“The things I have to put up with.”

“I’ll behave… starting now.” You rolled your eyes; does he enjoy purposely dancing on your last nerve?

He grabbed some snacks for you, packing them in your bag for you before zipping it up. He picked up your bag, you hop off the counter and grabbing your keys before locking your apartment.

“So, which beach are we going?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“Surprise? You’re not good at that kind of stuff.”

“I came prepared. Close your eyes.”

“Jungkook. What are you-”

“Trust me.” You closed your eyes, Jungkook placing a blindfold on you. He took your hand, leading you to the stairs and he stopped.

“Get on my back.”

“Jungkook, I can walk to the car without the blindfold. We haven’t started driving.”

“Doesn’t the suspense make it better?”

“How so? I’m not too sure if you’re not planning to murder me.”

“Wouldn’t I knock you out first?”

“Have you thought about this before?”

“Of course not, why would I? Don’t answer that and just get on.” He led your hand to his shoulder, you get behind him. He hoisted you up, you hold onto him as he walked you to his car.

His scent travelled to your nose, the smell of coconut shampoo and vanilla came to mind as the steady sound of his steps relaxed you a little.

“Alright, I’m letting you down.”

“It won’t be the first time.”

“You make it hard to be nice.”

“Sorry, it’s a reflex. I’ll play nice.” He snorted, you resist the urge to hit him and taking a seat with his help. You heard him quickly sit in the driver’s seat before driving to the secret place he wanted to show you.

“I’m still wondering why you told me to pack a swimsuit if we’re just going to a regular beach.”

“It’s not the beach that we always go to. It’s somewhere else.”

“This surprise thing better be worth it; my anxiety is through the roof.”

“I’m not going to kill you, who else is going to let me watch Netflix for free?”

“No one else because you let the dude catch on to us.”

“I figured out the password, we’re back in.”

“How did you?”

“I’m more than just beauty and brawn.”

“Good because there was something new with Black Mirror and I was so close to creating a subscription.”

“Aren’t you forgetting to say something?”

“Oh, I’m restricting your Netflix privileges. We got caught once, can’t get caught twice.”

“Why do I bother?”

“Because I’m worth it?”

“You’re something else.” The conversation continued, you become more at ease with the blindfold with Jungkook’s voice distracting you.

“We’re almost there.” You felt his hand reach for your seatbelt, his fingers haphazardly touching you and you shivered.

“Is it cold? Should have told you to wear warm clothes.”

“You look perfect the way you are though,” Jungkook said under his breath, the words barely audible to you.

“What was that?”

“Nothing. Let me help you out.” He reached for your hand, you hold onto him as you two walked to wherever he was leading you.

“Jungkook.”

“Almost there, I promise.”

“You said that 5 minutes ago.”

“I mean it this time.” You sighed, Jungkook continuing to walk with you. Finally, he stopped, and you stood still.

“Alright, I’m taking your blindfold off now.” He took off, you instantly shocked by what your eyes laid upon. It was a grotto; the dim light revealed the shimmering water and grey rock ceiling.

“How did you find this place?”

“Well, my crush likes the beach, but I figured the beach isn’t as exciting as this grotto. How did I do this time?”

“Better. It’s cute that you remember little details about her when you picked this place. I’m kind of jealous of her, this was supposed to be for her eyes only, right?”

“So, you’re jealous?”

“Is that all you heard?” You deadpanned, he really goes from cute to annoying in a few seconds flat.

“Well, I had to show you first, so it’ll be perfect for her. That’s the only reason why we’re here.”

“I know.”

“Now turn around, or not, I don’t mind stripping for you.”

“Thanks for the gross mental image.”

“Anytime.” You turned around, quickly taking off your clothes to reveal the swimsuit you wore underneath.

“Wow.”

“Is that good or bad?”

“I mean you don’t look horrible.”

“Is it hard to say something nice?”

“It feels weird to say that it looks good on you, okay.” He spat out, you smirking as he looked away.

“Don’t be shy, Kookie.”

“Shut it.”

“Tsk tsk, didn’t you say you would behave?” He started to walk towards you, his feet dragging along.

“What are you doing?” He kept coming closer, causing you to back away from him. The expressionless look on his face made your heart race, what was he thinking?

The thought didn’t occur to you until you backed yourself into the water. The plunge swarmed you with the cool temperatures of the water and Jungkook’s laughter echoed in the grotto.

“Oh, you think this is funny?”

“A little bit.” You grabbed his ankle, pulling him into the water and he fell in with a splash. He came up, shaking like a wet dog and hitting you with water.

“Hey!”

“You pulled me in.”

“I didn’t think you would shake like a wet dog.”

“Sorry for wanting to breathe.”

“You’re forgiven.”

“Wow.” You smiled, the expression only lasting a few seconds before Jungkook splashed you with water.

“That’s how you want to play, huh?” You splashed him back, him retaliating and the two of you continued like this until you were both breathing heavily.

“Truce?”

“Truce.” You sat up on the rocks, hugging your knees when Jungkook joined you.

“What is she like?”

“Who?”

“Your crush, idiot. What is she like?”

“She’s crass, sarcastic, hit me a lot-”

“Is this your way for telling me you’re a masochist? She doesn’t sound that great.”

“I wasn’t finished, child. She’s also kind, thoughtful, she got her walls built up to hide that side of her. Sometimes I wish she would show that side of her more, it’s more beautiful than she normally is.”

“Oh.”

“I didn’t mean to blab about her that much, I just really like her.”

“Yeah, you’re crazy enough to ask me for help about her.”

“You’re the only one dumb enough to agree.”

“You know what-”

“What?” You glared at him, Jungkook having a similar expression and you pinched his cheek. He did the same, the pain from the pinch sent tingles down your spine.

“Let go.”

“You first, Jungkook.”

“You let go first, Y/N.”

“On the count of three?”

“Ya. We’re not 5, let go!”

“Fine.” You let go, him following suit and you pouted while rubbing your cheek.

“Why are your cheeks so red? Did I pinch that hard?”

“Yeah, with your claws for hands.”

“I didn’t dig my nails into your cheeks, now they’re pink.”

“Quit staring at my cheeks, weirdo.”

“Why are you getting so snippy about your cheeks?”

“I’m going to go get towels.” He got up, leaving you to your vices and you scoffed. You stepped into the water again, going under to scare Jungkook.

You heard him coming back, dunking your head back under until he was close enough for you to pop up.

“Boo!” He barely flinched, you had your hair covering your face and he sighed loudly.

“The only scary thing about you is how you look when you get out of bed.”

“You can’t just pretend?” You got out of the water, standing in front of him.

“No can do, sweetheart. Don’t girls appreciate honesty or some shit?”

“Yes, but you can still play along, dude.”

“Here.” He put the towel over your head, drying it for you.

“You don’t have to.”

“Just stay still. There.” You moved the towel to your shoulders, blowing some hair out of your face.

“Thanks.”

“What was that?”

“I. Said. Thanks. You. Ass.”

“I don’t think you said that the first time.”

“How would you know? You didn’t hear me the first time, right?”

“Touché.”

“So, what’s next, Mr Romantic?”

“Dinner.”

“When did ice cream qualify as dinner?”

“They serve burgers too.”

“Jungkook.”

“Y/N. You like ice cream.”

“But I’m not her.”

“I wouldn’t date a girl that doesn’t like ice cream.”

“That isn’t the point, this date was perfect until this.”

“Not everything is perfect unlike me.”

“Did you really need to add in the self gloat?”

“Force of habit. Think about it like this, it gives me time to get to know her plus I doubt she would wear something fancy enough for a restaurant. I mean look at you.” You were back in normal clothes, a simple t-shirt and shorts. Jungkook was dressed casually as well, it’s doubtful a restaurant would give you a table dressed like this.

“You have a point. Wait, what was that supposed to mean-?”

“I’m glad you can agree.” You hit his hand, making his ice cream cone smear on his nose and you tried to stifle your laughter.

“Come here.”

“No way.” You started to run from him, making it a few meters before he caught you. He caught you in a hug, your back against his chest.

“Caught ya.”

“What are you going to do to me?”

“Hmm, what should I do with you? There’s so much I want to do to you right now.”

“That sounds so weird, just say it.”

“Clean this up, Y/N.” You pulled out the pack of Kleenex you kept with you, wiping Jungkook’s face and placed it in Jungkook’s hand.

“Don’t want to keep it for good luck?”

“What luck can I get from having your DNA?”

“Plenty, maybe you’ll find a man and quit clinging to me.”

“Says the one who comes to my house every day.”

“I didn’t come last Friday.”

“We went out last Friday, idiot. Taehyung and Jimin had to carry your drunk ass home.”

“It took the two of them? Weak.”

“Jungkook, you could barely stand. They were literally holding you up.”

“Don’t remember.”

“Thought so.”

“Alright, let’s go.” He reached for your wrist, pulling you along to his car.

“You’re not going to blindfold me again, are you?”

“Why, are you into that kind of thing?”

“Why is everything sexual with you?”

“When you’re built like a Greek god, you would understand.”

“You’re more like a buff teddy bear.”

“Way to boost my confidence.”

“Your confidence is already larger than this universe, it doesn’t need my help.”

“True.”

“I guess so.” You sighed, Jungkook smiling to himself while he drove you back to your apartment building. He parked, you get out as he unbuckled his seatbelt.

“What are you…”

“I’m walking you up to your place.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I want to.” He walked up next to you, the two of you not saying much until you were in front of your door.

“So, how was it this time?”

“It was great, you’re seeing her tomorrow, right?”

“Yeah, I’m really pumped.”

“Tell me how it goes.”

“Sure. Night.”

“Night.” Jungkook turned his heel, walking to the elevator and you entered your apartment. You felt a pang of jealousy; this mystery crush that Jungkook’s never mentioned before gets to see a side of Jungkook that you’ve rarely seen.

She gets to the thoughtful and careful side of him, his irresistible charm and you are left to wonder alone.

You shook the thoughts from your mind, this is Jungkook you’re thinking about. He’s your annoying but dependable best friend who sees you as a sister. Right?

There’s so much I want to do to you right now. Those words sent shivers down your spine, making you shiver, and you tried your best to distract yourself.

It’s been a week since you saw Jungkook, work served as a good distraction until it was the weekend.

You dialled Taehyung’s number, the phone rang twice before you were greeted by him.

What’s up, buttercup?

“What’s up with Jungkook?” You were in your room, just arrived home from work.

Did you guys fight again?

“No. He told me he had a date with his crush last Saturday and he hasn’t called or came back for a week.”

Date? What date? We had a movie session last Saturday. Kookie even said that you were too busy to come over.

“He said that?”

Yeah, I was surprised since you never miss movie nights.

“Yeah.”

Do you want me to tell Jungkook you’re looking for him?

“I’ll just call him myself. Thanks, Tae.”

No problem just come over once in a while! I miss you.

“Miss you too, I’ll come over soon, I promise. Bye.” He bid you goodbye before you hung up. You sat down on your bed, your mind racing with possibilities.

What reason would Jungkook have to lie about a date? Did he really have a hit in his confidence?

You texted him, shut off your phone and found yourself something to eat.

In midst of one of your favourite shows, Jungkook swung your door open while panting.

“Would you like a glass of water?”

“Why was… your phone… off?”

“Dunno, why did you lie to me about having a date last Saturday?”

“How did… you… find out?”

“Thanks for telling Tae and everyone else that I was too busy to come for movie night.”

“Goddamnit Taehyung…”

“Did you strike out or something? Did she turn you down?”

“No.”

“Then?”

“Because.”

“Is this really the time to be fucking stubborn? Spit it out, Jungkook.”

“Close your eyes.”

“Dude. Seriously?”

“It’s for my sake, please.” You rolled your eyes, what has gotten into him? You complied, hearing Jungkook walking over to you and stopping.

“I know I seem like this overly confident guy who doesn’t know the right time and place to say things, but I wanted this to be different.”

“I know I already fucked this up, but I didn’t know how to tell you without being a wimp. So, here it goes.”

“I’ve been in love with you ever since you showed me how to make sandcastles. I figured out that you added water but by then, I loved being around you that I needed an excuse to stick around.”

“I’m sorry that I couldn’t just say this, but I wanted to-”

“You’re an idiot.”

“I’m proclaiming my love for you and you’re calling me dumb?”

“Yes. I like you too, I realized it after you brought me home and didn’t talk to me afterwards.”

“Guess we need to be more honest with each other.”

“Excuse me, mister. I’m not the one who tricked the other into fake dates.”

“But weren’t they fun fake dates?”

“You should take me on a real date, Kook.”

“Of course, still got some tricks up my sleeve.”

“And tell me the truth from now on.”

“You sure about that?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Well…” He glanced down, you followed his gaze and landed on his obvious bulge.

“You really don’t know about time and place.”

“It’s not my fault, you’re hot and I can see your bra a little…”

“Jungkook-” He leaned in for a kiss, his lips were rough in their motions, but the gentle touch of his hands distracted you.

You massaged his bulge, a groan escaping his mouth and his hands gave your butt a squeeze.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”

“Do you have to say it like that?”

“Are you getting shy on me, sweetheart? Cute.” He lingered kisses down your jaw, each kiss adding to the heat pooling in your body.

“You make it seem… so natural.” He purposely grazed his teeth against your neck, his lips scoping out your sweet spot.

“Mhm.”

“J-Jungkook.” You moaned as he found the sensitive spot of your neck, his lips immediately sucking the delicate flesh.

You began stroking his erection once again, eliciting grunts and groans in response before you reached into his jeans. You allowed your hands to feel his length, amazed at the size. Jungkook would always boast about his dick size, you dismissed it as him exaggerating but it was the truth.

“Shit, baby.” He grunted near your ear before giving you a teasing nibble. You began pumping his cock, Jungkook stealing a kiss between.

“Bedroom?”

“Okay.” You pulled your hand out, Jungkook reaching for your other hand and quickly rushing to the bedroom. He shut the door before he was kissing you again.

You stumbled to the bed on underneath Jungkook, his hand on either side of you as your hands grip his shirt to pull him closer.

“Wanna kiss you until your lips are all swollen.”

“Touch me first.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice.” He muttered, slipping off the bed to let you move up before he situated himself between your legs. He took off your shorts along with your panties before looking at your newly exposed cunt.

“Don’t just stare…” He spread your lips apart, his tongue making quick work of the growing wetness. You mewl his name softly, the motion only making you unravel. He began fingering you, his tongue focusing on your clit.

The slow pace of his finger drawn out small bouts of pleasure with the circling of his tongue on your sensitive clit brought a chorus of moans and whimpers from your lips.

“Oh, fuck.” You cursed under your breath.

He added more fingers, his pace quickened as your mind began to pool along with the wetness of your cunt.

“Taking my fingers like a good fucking girl. My good fucking girl.” He murmured as his thumb rubbed against your clit, further stimulating you.

You could feel the brink of your orgasm for a moment before you were washed over with euphoric bliss.

“Why are you so hot?” He was fumbling with his belt, kicking off his bottoms and you bit your lip while watching.

“You tell me.”

“I’ll show you.” He rolled on a condom, placed his hand on your thighs and slowly entered your slit.

“So fucking tight.” He slipped his fingers between yours to hold himself up and you squeezed his hands while he continued to slide in. You urged him to begin moving with a clinch around his dick.

“Don’t do that, fuck.”

“Why not?”

“Unless you want me to come in 3 seconds, go ahead.”

“That’s how long you can last? I expect better.”

“Says the woman who’s already came once.”

“Don’t get cocky, Jeon.” He smirked, you clinched again, and he began to thrust harder.

“Going to mess you up so much you’ll remember how to scream my name.” He growled in your ear, his lips connecting to your neck again as he sucked a new hickey on your neck.

The slick of his cock thrusting into you was filled out by your shameless mewls and broken sobs. Your ears perked to the sounds of his groans and grunts as his hips slammed into yours.

“Shit.”

“Just like that, fuck.”

“M-Mmm.”

“Clinch for me.” You obliged, Jungkook letting out a drawn-out string of curses as you felt him coming. He pulled out of you, you sit up on the bed and he unrolled the condom.

He lied down next to you, you rest your head against his chest while his arm naturally settled at your hip.

“Y/N.”

“Yes?”

“You wanted me to be honest with you, right?”

“Kookie.”

“I honestly need round two.” Needless to say, the truth set him free.

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What's your favourite type of bird? I...‘ve never really had a favorite bird. How many friends do you have on Facebook? Good for you, I’m not feeling lazy to check tonight. 629. What was on the last sandwich you ate? This question was also in another recent survey I took haha. Ham and cheese. What sort of music did you listen to when you were in high school? It was punk rock that mostly carried me through high school, but I also listened to some pop rock and alternative rock from time to time. Do you prefer gold or silver jewellery? Silver. I reeeeeeally am not into gold.

Have you ever gotten back together with an ex? Yes. How far away is the closest store to your house and what is it? There’s a 7-11 and a drugstore just across the main gate of our village, but you have to take a u-turn to get there because it’s in the main highway.

What is your favourite Thai dish? Pad thai and green curry. How many contacts do you have in your phone? Too many. There was a time when I used Gab’s number to sign up for some stuff online so her contacts got synced to mine as well, so it doubled the amount of contacts on my phone. When was the last time you made out with somebody? Tuesday night. What month of the year was your mother born? September. Do you have any friends that seem to know all the hot gossip? Kate, but she graduated and she’s working now and not very gossip-y these days :’( Second to her would probs be Angela. Are there any candles in your bedroom, and what scent are they? No, I don’t really spend on candles. What tv show(s) have you been watching currently? Just Friends. I want to continue watching Queer Eye, though. When was the last time you went to a birthday party? I’m not sure about birthday parties per se but the last celebration I went to was the birthday dinner Angela hosted at Frankie’s. How many apps do you have on your phone? Meh, I have quite a lot and now I’m too lazy to count. What pet names do you use with your significant other? I’ll take a pass at this question lol. Do you have to wear a name badge where you work? I don’t work but some college buildings are stricter about IDs than others, yeah. Do you have a dress code or have to wear a uniform where you work? There is no dress code in UP, which is one of the reasons it’s the best (and top) school in the country. What brand is your toaster, if you have one? We don’t have one because we wouldn’t really use it if we got one. Have you ever dated a smoker? If not, would you? I guess I am dating one now. Gab started vaping recently and I hopped on the same train not long after. LOOOOOOOOOOL I am such a CLOWN Are there any movies you've seen so many times? Two for the goshdang Road. And the first Twilight movie. What was the last thing you purchased with cash? Pad thai and this iced drink called choco coffee at a Thai food stall in school. I don’t usually treat myself to that much food but it was my last day of school before the 5-day weekend started, I had just finished a brutal workout in PE, and I just felt like I deserved some kind of reward. Can you hear anything right now? The whirring of the electric fan across me. Is there anybody else in the room you're currently in? Nope, just me. What's the name of the store you usually get your groceries? We don’t have a permanent grocery but my mom would typically go to SM groceries or in a local grocery called Freshto that’s really near our village. Would you rather travel to Japan or Scotland? Japan. Does your house have a porch/balcony? It originally had one, but we refurbished the balcony and turned it into my brother’s room. We still kept a part of the original balcony intact though because it’s where my dog got used to peeing, and we didn’t want him to lose that space. We might’ve lost the balcony but we still have a rooftop if we wanted a view. What's your usual order when you go to a coffee shop? It depends, because the coffee shops I usually go to each have different drinks that I like; like I’d get an iced caramel macchiato in Starbucks, an iced mocha from Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf, an iced hazelnut drink from this other local cafe we go to, etc. But I think in general, my security blanket is caramel macchiato. Have you ever seen a theatre show? Not a professionally-produced one. I’ve seen many recitals and amateur productions, though. What was the last movie you saw and who did you watch it with? El Camino. I watched it alone. What is your mother's first name? Abigail. Do you like to dance? Only when I’m super super super tipsy, haha. And even until then it’s still a hit-or-miss if I’ll end up dancing. It’s just not my thing, overall. What's your favourite type of bread? Brioche. Do you receive catalogues and brochures in your mailbox? As far as I know, we don’t.

What colour is the sky right now? Black. Do you share a middle name with any of your siblings? Nope, my parents didn’t do that to us. We obviously all have the same maiden names, though. Have there ever been any bushfires/wildfires in your area? No. Have you ever taken a ride in an ambulance? Nope, never happened. How would you label your sexual orientation? Demisexual, which is under the umbrella of asexuality. When was the last time you took a nap during the day? Just yesterday. What did you have to eat for dinner last night? I skipped dinner last night because of my toothache, so I stuck with the potato chips that my sister had bought that day but never got to finish. Have you ever been a member in a band? Nah, I never really wanted to be in a band. I wanted to learn the drums, but it didn’t mean I also wanted to have a band of my own. Are you double-jointed? I am not. What was the last thing you had to drink? Coffee. Do you currently have any bruises on your body? Not right now, no. Or at least none that I know of. Who was the last message you received from and what did they say? “Impossibleeeeee” from Gab when I told her I saw someone selling AirPods for way cheap. They were selling it for P2,400 or something like $46 lmao it’s ridiculous. What colour are your eyes? Black. Can you cry on command? If so, have you ever used it to your advantage? No I can’t. Do you consider your goals easily achievable or are they pretty grand? They’re pretty grand. What's your favourite kind of accent? You know how Claire Foy speaks in The Crown? That’s my faaaaavorite accent. What time does the sun go down where you live at this time of the year? By this time of the year, the sun sets preeeeeeetty dang early. It’s completely dark by 5:30 PM. Do you prefer beer, wine or spirits? Spirits, def. I hate the first two, especially beer. When was the last time you ate Mexican food? A couple of weeks ago. My mom has loved this Mexican place for ages and so we went there for lunch. Have you ever watched yourself on video? Of course. I think that’s pretty unavoidable by the time you’re 21, lmao. What time did you wake up today? I woke up at 11:30, probably because I took two painkillers the day before. What time will you go to sleep tonight? I have no clue. I still have an entire cup of coffee to finish, so we’ll see how that goes. Do you have separate emails for personal and business? Kinda? I use my personal email for social media stuff, and my school also provides us with our own emails for more academic, serious-y, professional matters, but not necessarily business. Are you the eldest, youngest or a middle child? I’m the eldest. What's your favourite vegetable? Broccoli. What colours are you wearing today? A grey sweater that’s like 4x my size. Do you have a subscription to any streaming services like Netflix? I use Netflix and Spotify but I’m not the one paying for both. Would you rather eat Italian or Indian food? Indian. Are you sitting, standing or lying down right now? I’m sitting up on the couch. Have you ever missed a flight? Nooooo no no my parents would make sure that never happens. Are you someone who always needs a coffee before you can function? No. I can do fine without coffee. Do your neighbours have any pets? Have you ever met them? I’m sure some of them do, but seeing as I don’t really talk to our neighbors, I obviously have never met their pets. When was the last time you washed your hair? This afternoon. What colour is your bedroom door? Brown. Have you ever seen a lunar eclipse? Yeah, I saw the super blue blood moon last year. Pretty fucking wicked. Do you know your significant other's passwords? I know the password to her laptop, but that’s it. What was the last thing you said aloud? “Nope, I’ll do it” I told my sister when she asked if I wanted her to turn off the AC in the living room. Do you know anyone who writes huge essays when they message you? Not really. People tend to type in short, quick messages when they wanna say something long haha. What's your favourite type of salad? Spicy tuna saladddddd.

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Hey so I’ve had a few requests for a jealous reader/jealous of Lana, so I thought I’d put them into one if that’s okay. Hope you enjoy. I’ve made this one a bit longer so let me know if this length is too long or if you prefer shorter imagines! Or maybe you guys like reading longer ones? Let me know! A Weekend of Hating Lana Condor Friday. It had been just over two hours since Noah had left for London. Checking your watch, you saw he’d be halfway over the Atlantic by now. Sighing, you glance around the massive empty house. Noah had left you plenty of food and had left the password to Netflix for you. Opening a cupboard, you are surprised with at least seven different types of popcorn and an alarming amount of chocolate. Settling down on the couch with an armful of candy and food, you turn on the massive flatscreen tv. The surround sound makes a welcoming ding as it switches on and you scroll through looking for something to watch. It occurs to you that you’ve never seen one of your boyfriends’ movies. Maybe now would be a good chance? You type in his name and To All the Boys You’ve Loved Before comes up. Nodding you watch it. It only takes a few minutes before you wish you hadn’t. You’d heard Noah talk about Lana plenty of times before, and it had never really bothered you. Up until now. She was like pretty. Something you knew you could never measure up to, with her dark sleek hair, tiny body and perfect skin.You watch the hot tub scene, and for some reason it really bothers you. It’s a movie, you tell yourself. They’re just good friends and that’s all. Biting your lip, you go to take another mouthful of popcorn, but decide against it. Lana probably doesn’t eat popcorn; how else would she be so small? You finish the movie. Unsatisfied, you wander about the house. You refuse to spend your whole weekend thinking about her. Noah and Lana are just friends, they go to premiers and stuff all the time together. This is nothing new. Right? Feeling more irritated, you head over the marble floor, up the winding staircase to the master bedroom and indulge in Noah’s newly renovated bathroom. The shower, large enough for four has at least twenty water flow options, with temperature control and in shower speakers. You manage to forget about Lana for a while, until later in bed when you message Noah. There is no response, but you’d expected that. He was probably still on the plane. Maybe he’s sitting with Lana right now, having drinks and nibbles on the aircraft bar. Maybe they’re even sitting next to each other, or even sleeping next to each other. She probably looks perfect when she sleeps. Changing into one of Noah’s baggy t-shirts, you climb into the massive bed. You don’t look perfect when you sleep. Saturday. You lay on the large king size bed, pillow under your chin and phone in your hands. You see a message from Noah and open it instantly. Morning babe. Sorry I didn’t reply last night, we ended up going out in London for a few with the movie gang. Got the premier tonight but I’ll talk to you tomorrow evening your time. Miss you babe. Lana says hi. N xxx Fucking Lana. The thought of her spending all that time with your boyfriend honestly makes your skin crawl. “What the heck is wrong with me?” You say out loud. You’re not usually the jealous type. You’d been able to handle all the other girls/boys pining after Noah, but for some reason, Lana seemed to really bug you, despite you never having met her. You roll over and pull out your laptop, and you do the one thing you knew you’d regret. Opening google, you type in Noah’s name, and then Lana’s name. Your stomach writhes as you scroll down through all the photos. You read article upon article about rumors of the two of them dating. They look so perfect together. His perfect tan and perfect teeth, and her slender frame and beautiful face, you wonder why Noah would even look at you. Why me? I’m nothing special.  Sunday.  The sun beams down over Malibu and you decide to make the absolute most of it. Changing into a swimming costume, you head down to the pool which is glimmering in the morning light. After a light breakfast of fruit and coffee, you seat yourself on the pool’s edge in one of the lounge chairs. Pushing your sunglasses up your nose, you lay back and watch some YouTube which always makes you feel happier.As the video comes to an end, a suggestion comes up with Noah and Lana’s latest interview. Scoffing, you can’t help but open it. “Yeah she’s great. I love her so much, I couldn’t imagine working with anyone better.” Noah says in the interview. “Noah stop being so nice oh my god.” Lana says slapping Noah lightly on the shoulder as she giggles through perfect teeth. You watch another interview of the two of them playing the chubby bunny challenge. You even laugh for a moment, forgetting that you’re watching your boyfriend and the most beautiful girl eve in very close proximity. Deciding against watching anymore interviews, you put your phone down, take off your sunglasses and slip into the pool. The water is cool, but not too cold. You let your head sink under the water as you completely submerge yourself. After a couple of laps, you pull out of the inflatable floaties and lay back in the warm summer sun. Noah will be home soon and you’ll have him all to yourself again, and you can just forget about Lana.