#my roommate fucking hates his guts lmao

[bat-luun]

hes trying his best i swear!! hes just a little fucked up!!! :((

[oddinary4bts]

Chasing Cars | Masterpost (jjk)

☆summary: when your brother goes to study on a semester abroad, your life collides with his best friend Jeon Jungkook, who's coincidentally your roommate. Will you survive the collision, or will you crumble into dust?

☆status: completed

☆pairings: brother's best friend!Jungkook x younger sister!female reader, Hoseok x female reader, Namjoon x OC, Jin x OC, Jimin x OC, Taehyung x OC and others.

☆rating: 18+ (minors DNI, some chapters have mature content)

☆genre: forbidden love?au, college!au, slice of life!au, smut, angst (as usual a lot of it), fluff

☆total word count: 218.5k (lmao my fingers slipped)

☆a/n: I got the idea for this fic just a little over a year ago, following a power outage that lasted for a few days where I live and Jungkook's live where he kept coming back with different outfits (the white dress shirt hit me right in the gut). It took me a long time to write, as I was working on multiple other projects at the same time, but I am so so happy to be ready to share this baby with you guys <3

☆Thank you to @moonleeai and @jessikahathaway for beta-ing this monster <3 (and for all your encouragement and support)

☆And a special thank you to @wintaerbaer and @btsborahaee for encouraging me and supporting me whenever I screamed to you about this fic

☆add yourself to the taglist here!

☆discord server link here!

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If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Chasing Cars, Snow Patrol

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➳Teaser (Jungkook pov): the day he met you (1.1k)

You fucking touch her, you're dead.

➳Chapter one: when the Incident happens (11.8k)

Jungkook is Tae's best friend.

➳Chapter two: when Jungkook teases you (10.2k)

You know I hate that nickname.

➳Chapter three: when Valentine's Day happens (13.1k)

You know, Taehyung doesn’t have to know everything.

➳Chapter four: when you and Jeon Jungkook clash (9.5k)

I was just going to say that we should keep this between us.

➳Chapter five: when you have to go back to reality (12.1k)

We just pretend nothing happened, no?

➳Chapter six: when Jungkook hosts his friends over (9.6k)

I really want to kiss you right now.

➳Chapter seven: when doubt makes you question everything (15k)

Why do you want to believe the worst of me so bad?

➳Chapter eight: when secrets are unveiled in New York (13.5k)

I want you.

➳Chapter nine: when a party makes Jungkook jealous (11.2k)

You make me insane.

➳Chapter ten: when time slips through your fingers (10.1k)

I don’t want to lose you, peach.

➳Chapter eleven: when Jungkook visits Taehyung in Paris (8.4k)

Can’t wait for you to be back.

➳Chapter twelve: when it breaks (7.3k)

I can’t be with you.

➳Chapter thirteen: when it's too late (8.9k)

I have to talk to him.

➳Chapter fourteen: when the truth comes out (12.2k)

We never told each other how we felt.

➳Chapter fifteen: when you find your way back to Jungkook (7.4k)

You came?

➳Chapter sixteen: when Jungkook takes you out on a date (8.9k)

I think I was waiting for you my whole life.

➳Chapter seventeen: when forever awaits you (9k)

Getting to love you is the most beautiful thing that’s ever happened to me.

Drabbles in Jungkook's pov (might add more as the story goes on)

➳Chapter 1.5: the first party (1.6k)

Then why are you bringing him home, peach?

➳Chapter 3.5: Valentine's Day (1.1k)

We should have hung out like this before.

➳Chapter 4.5: a walk through campus (852)

You love it, peach.

➳Chapter 5.5: the return to reality (2k)

You wanted to talk?

➳Chapter 6.5: hosting his friends at the apartment (4.4k)

What the fuck is wrong with you?

➳Chapter 7.5: when he realizes (2.5k)

Isn't she Taehyung's sister?

➳Chapter 8.5: the engagement party (6.6k)

Have fun while it lasts.

➳Chapter 9.5: jealous jungkook (3k)

Shouldn’t I prove to you that you’ve got nothing to worry about?

➳Chapter 10.5: the morning before Paris (1.7k)

I promise I'll come back to you and make it work.

➳Chapter 11.5: the kiss (1.2k)

Just this once.

➳Chapter 12.5: after losing you (4.6k)

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

➳Chapter 13.5: returning home (4k)

What am I supposed to do?

➳ Chapter 14.5: losing you again (3k)

I can't believe you've been wearing the necklace

➳Chapter 15.5: a conversation with Taehyung, and his reunion with you (2.6k)

It’s never been like that with her.

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[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

[22:45]

AN: Maybe I should actually challenge myself to write something with Josh being a genuinely nice/good guy lmao. Also, I finished and edited this while sleepy sooo.

General tags and warnings: Joshua Hong x Fem! Reader, roommates AU, enemies to enemies who fuck and cheating is brought up but, no actual cheating occurs.

Smut tags and warnings: Sadistic Dom! Joshua, masochist sub! Reader, edging (f. receiving), face slapping (f. receiving), Reader cries a bit, Daddy kink, thigh riding, degradation (f. receiving), humiliation (f. receiving), choking (f. receiving), Josh has a cheating kink sort of and dirty talk.

I will block you if you are a minor and/or have no easily visible indication of your age on your blog if you interact with me in any way.

You're late. You know you've been running late for some time now. The momentary vibrations you hear from your phone on the coffee table lets you know that your friends are likely wondering where you are. You can practically see Mingyu's frustrated face in your mind. 

“I'm sorry, am I boring you?” 

Joshua's sarcastic tone snaps you out of thoughts of your friends and all of the alcohol you're missing out on. A long anticipated night of catching up interrupted by your aggravating roommate and your inability to say no to him. 

“Shu–Shut up,” you hiss, digging your manicured nails into his broad shoulders. His responding chuckle lets you know that he couldn't care less about your little retaliation tactic. The large hand on your ass remains firm, forcing you to rock yourself on his dress pant covered thigh. The same thigh he's been edging you with for god knows how long. It's covered in your wetness. The evidence that you don't quite hate Joshua as much as you'd hoped. He doesn't seem bothered in the slightest that you're likely ruining his too expensive pants. His attention focused on making you ruin the panties he hasn't let you take off yet. 

“What?” He starts, flexing his thigh and delighting in the way you gasp and chase the more tangible friction it offers, “Are we going to pretend you don't get off to my voice now?” He asks, lidded eyes never leaving your face. Determined to drink in as many of your fucked out expressions as he can. 

“I don't–” 

A sharper gasp leaves your bruised lips when you feel the familiar smack of his hand on your cheek. It stings. Tears welling in your eyes while your pussy is forced to clench and unclench painfully around nothing and dribble more of your arousal onto him. 

The knot in the pit of your gut tightens when that same hand grabs your face, forcing you to meet his stormy gaze, “I thought you knew better than to lie to me,” he coos condescendingly, his thumb wiping away the few tears that spill from your eyes. Fuck. This is always the worst part. The juxtaposition. The pain radiating from your cheek coupled with the gentle way he touches your face makes your head spin and your clit throb. 

“I–I'm sorry,” you whimper out once the words find you. Grasping at his pristine button down while your hips chase the barest bits of friction his thigh offers. You can see his smile clear as day even through your teary eyes. If he wasn't such an asshole, you'd think it was cute. However, you learned a long time ago that nothing about Joshua is cute. Your nails dig into his shirt when he presses into your freshly slapped cheek, eyes glinting when you shudder on him and grind your pussy harder against his thigh. 

“I'm sorry what?” 

Embarrassment burns hot in your gut and, the shame mixed with the pain pushes you so close to cumming that you can taste it if you try hard enough. 

“Come on, are you really going to get all shy on me now?” He asks with a raise of his eyebrow, an expression that would look incredibly stupid on anyone else in this situation. You feel his blunt nails dig into the thickest part of your ass, halting your movements and you've never wanted to cry from frustration more. That would just get him off though. “You do know I can feel the way you're soaking and humping my thigh like a bitch in heat, right? We don't have to play this game.” He finishes, relaxing against your shared couch and waiting for you to just say it. 

You've said it before. You know you like it. Maybe he'll even let you finally cum if you do. The thought more than enough to send your walls fluttering and your heart hammering in your chest. 

“I'm sorry, Daddy.” 

His grip on your face grows harsh and he drags you into a messy kiss while his other hand relaxes and lets you continue riding his thigh. “See,” he pants against your mouth, his eyes heavy with want, “Was that so hard?” 

‘Yes. Yes, it was’ you want to snark back but, you know better. You know he wouldn't think twice about leaving you like this for days and not letting you cum until you're banging at his door and are forced to face his obnoxiously smug expression. 

“N–No, Daddy,” you pant, the tangled mess of tension in the pit of your stomach growing taut with every drag of your clit on him and, the way his fingers map their way down your face. 

“See, it's so easy when you shut the fuck up and do what I tell you to,” the sweetness in his tone makes your head spin, worsening the haze in your mind. Which isn't helped by his fingers wrapping themselves around your neck and applying pressure. You're pretty sure your eyes roll into the back of your head and your movements grow more desperate, more pathetic. 

“No cumming yet,” he orders into your ear, his other hand appreciatively kneading your ass. Despite your best efforts, a whine of frustration leaves your swollen lips and the glint in his eyes returns. 

“Are you complaining?” He drawls, pressing down harder and delighting in the way you quiver on his thigh and attempt to steady yourself with his broad chest.

“N–No, Daddy,” you rush out because you really don't know how much more of this you can take. You're so wet and swollen and, everything hurts. 

“Good,” he responds. “Maybe I should edge you for another hour,” the thought makes tears well up in your eyes and your stomach drop in a way that isn't wholly unpleasant, “Send you wet and aching to your little boyfriend,” he muses into your ear, thumbing your jugular. 

“He–He's not m–my boy ah friend,” you respond in frustration, hoping the image of your friend that pops up in your mind vanishes quickly. You'd rather not think about him right now. 

“You sure about that? The way he trails after you like a lost puppy would say otherwise.” 

“Ch–Cheol doesn't do th–that,” you huff, the knife in your gut twisting when he nips at your earlobe as you maintain a pace that doesn't send you careening over the edge before he permits you to. 

“You can't be that naïve,” he says with a smile, “He practically looks at you with hearts in his eyes. He'd be so crushed to see his precious girl getting wet from a few slaps and making a mess on my thigh,” he continues with faux sympathy for Seungcheol. He doesn't give you a moment to think about the idea of Seungcheol having feelings for you. Joshua has always been fond of pushing you just to see how you break. “I bet he'd treat you so nicely. Make love to you in missionary while whispering sweet nothing in your ear about how much he loves you and how pretty you are,” he whispers, “but you don't want that right? That's why you keep crawling back to Daddy. You want someone who'll treat you like the slut you are. Who'll choke you while you cry on his cock. Who'll make you call him Daddy knowing it makes you feel embarrassed. Who'll fuck you nice and hard until you're sore and leaking with cum.” 

You fucking hate him.

You hate the way your mind grows hazier with every gravelly word he whispers into your ear. You hate the way your pussy clamps down fiercely around nothing. You hate the way that you're so close and you need to fist his shirt in your hands just to help ground yourself and not cum because he hasn't said you can yet.  Air rushes to your brain almost too quickly for you to handle. His hand drifting from your throat to the apex of your thighs. You choke on a jumbled mess of ‘Daddy’ and ‘fuck’ when his thick fingers drag themselves along your ruined panties, “I have a much better idea. I'll send you to him with your pussy filled with my cum.”

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Seventeen Masterlist | Ko-Fi

[longhands-the-second]

First thoughts on Trimax volume 1

1-

I appreciate eriks. Just like, generally. I love how scruffy he is lol.

I do wonder if he’d let his hair grow out like that if he wasn’t in hiding??? He’s had the same haircut since he was a kid though so idk. He’s very attached to his whole look, it seems.

2-

When and how did he replace his prosthetic? What was that like?

WHAT A FUCKING DUMBASS I LOVE HIM

YES INDEED, THAT WAS “FUCKIN STUPID” (Wolfwood says fuck guys omg good for him he deserves it)

I laughed out loud for real though I definitely woke up my roommate on accident oops

Oh god the hair. It’s fuckinh coming. The gut punch. (<- does not know the specifics)

Seeing him with the stubble AND the normal hair is doing something bad to my brain. Fix it. It doesn’t compute.

3-

THE GORLS!!!!

Her hair is. Not exactly bad but that’s not my Meryl.

New Miami, huh? I’m so excited to get absolutely no elaboration on this ever.

Shoutout to the little dude on page 84 who looks like fuckin Wallace

Oh. My god. How many times did he just get shot

OH MY GOD GOOD FOR THEM. God I love milly

Wolfwood is such a chickenshit.

4-

I wonder if Vash has conceptualized himself as human up to this point, and where he’s at with that now?

DAMN I wish I was that balanced

I uh. Man. Wow. I kind of want to make fun of him for doing the most Anime Shit Ever

[redacted]

Babygirl i promise you he knows how plants work lmao

Y’all really weren’t joking about the panty shots

Brad is ALSO a shit. We can’t win here.

Oh. My question is being answered. I don’t like it very much.

On the face of it, I'm pretty solidly in Nico's corner here.

5-

I love how clearly i can hear his little song in my head.

He’s full in monke mode. Just an absolute ape.

AGAIN WITH THE CROTCH SHOTS

love that nightow definitely just got sick of drawing the bullet holes in the coat

Actually looking at this a little harder he did simplify a lot of details. Good refinement, though i do miss the belts.

Vash who the fuck are you calling old. Is the old man in the room with us right now? (Yes)

6-

Oh fucking hell.

I wonder how vash looks at humanity specifically . Is it really something familial? Or is that changing as we progress? I do see how he could be operating from that angle.

My other real question is just how old is he, like, mentally? He really does seem to have the mindset of somebody in his 20s. Knives too? Maybe that’s a thing with them, but i’ll hold off on saying anything conclusive until later. Maybe i’m too quick to say they’re both immature.

I’m sorry it genuinely makes me happy to see characters swear like real people. Wolfwood is so much more fun here.

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I hate that I'm going to get through these so much quicker now, especially now that i’m especially hooked. I’m genuinely considering reading ahead but i think i’ll explode if i do. Time will tell.

I may not get around to coloring pages in the next two weeks and just go absolutely hog wild once my class is over. I have to make my own damn comic for once lmao. Ofc i have 0 impulse control so who knows.

[askbabob]

Also fictor is in love with jimmy like MAJORLY in love

but weirdly enough despite being a god of beauty in his world he thinks thinks jimmy is out of his league (like he himself is lower than jimmy…)

oml

My oc metram is made of metal, survived people breaking in and killing his mom, people trying to kidnap him, and he is a nerdy ass teacher who refuses to eat, YET HE STILL TRIES TO LOVE MARK WHO, QUITE LITERALLY HATES HIS GUTS. LIKE HE HAS A PERFECTLY GOOD, GAY ASS ROOMMATE WHO HE HAS BROMANCE WITH YET LITERALLY CHOSE THE FUCKING MANNEQUIN they need to meet up ASAP lmao

[uzuitengensfourthwife]

Roommate (Suguru Daishou x fem!Reader) College AU

Warnings: some teasing, my bad writing but other than that none

Word count: 2371

Authors note: and this too was written back in October LKADNHDJF Im so sorry but this just had to be posted here at some point, so why not now? *proceeds to lip bite* Anyways lmao skdnnf I think suguru is so damn underrated and he isnt even as bad as people might think he is so yeah, here is my oh so badly written suguru fanfic. Enjoy!!

(2 months ago)

It was Friday evening, a day you and your roommate usually binge-watched movies and series, but not today. The sudden change in plans was a change you didn't want. After all, the change of plans meant helping your roommate to pack his stuff and help him bring it into his new Unit. A Unit that was far away from his previous one and it made you feel dejected. You wouldn't be able to see him that often anymore and for once you grew close to someone outside of Japan.

, Ow c'mon Y/N. Don't be sad. I bet your new roommate will be nice as well.'' You let out a grown as you let yourself fall down on your bed. , Yeah but he's not you and you're like my only friend here in the Unit.'' Christian let out a chuckle and then suddenly got up from his kneeling position, getting his backpack and suitcase. , Well, you'll be alright, '' he threw some of his last stuff in his backpack. ,,After all my new Unit isn't even that far away.'' - ,,Christian, what is 'not far away' about 30 fucking minutes?'' you huffed in annoyance, sitting up again death glaring your 'ex' roommate. His laugh filled up the room as he threw his backpack over his shoulder, it was time for him to go, and then again you felt miserable. You wanted him to stay, but it was his decision after all. After two full years with Christian you knew you weren't the reason why he left, he left for other plausible reasons.

,, Alright let me help you then.'' You announced, grabbing one of his bags opening the door for him. A smile was plastered across his face as he walked past you with all his belongings. Letting out a last sigh you followed him, hoping your future roommate would be as subtle as Christian...

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After helping Christian carrying and unpacking his stuff in his new Unit, you just made it back to your Unit. You were tired and felt like a piece of shit. Christian was one of the only people you interacted with on campus and the only one in your unit. The rest of your friends attended Universities in Japan, mostly in Tokyo or Osaka, just the minimum was somewhere outside of Japan, including you. Moreover, it was hard for you to find friends since you lacked in social skills. And having a new roommate would totally throw you off, you didn't even know how you wanted to welcome him, you were just too socially awkward for this.

So when you finally opened the door to your little 'apartment' and discovered a new pair of shoes next to all of your shoes, you freaked out. He was already here and you literally had nothing to offer him. Not even goddamn chewing gum. This would most definitely turn into some second hand embarrasment, you were sure about it. You closed the door when you suddenly heard footsteps slowly coming your way. ,,I'm really sorry that I just barged in but you weren't here so I let myself in.'' There he was, standing in front of you. You recognised him right away. Suguru Daisho, the high school rival of a friend of yours. ,,Well well, if that isn't our Miss Nekoma Manager, Y/N it is, right?'' he leaned onto to wall, giving you one of his smug smirks.

,,Of all people, it really just had to be you, huh?'' you spat out ironically, slipping out of your shoes as you walked up to him. ,,Ouch Y/N, you hurt my heart.'' Letting out a fake sob, he touched his chest and tried to look as hurt as possible which made you sigh out in annoyance, so you walk past him showing no reaction. ,,Jesus, you're no fun.'' - ,, Never intended to be fun, especially when it comes to you.'' As you replied to his complaint, you just plopped down on the little couch, already missing Christian. You really were so close to just change units as well. It hadn't even been 5 minutes yet, but here you are already considering to move out. What an awful day you had. And your next years in Uni would get even worse with him as your roommate.

But things turned out quite differently.

You imagined living with Suguru must be the most annoying thing ever, but you were so wrong. First, you really thought he was just trying to get on your sweet side and then act like an asshole again, but you started to reconsider when he brought home some chocolates for you. It wasn't just that, no he did so much more for you, and all of that in just two months.

He cooked for you, whenever he had time. When you woke up every morning, there was breakfast on the table. He helped you with studying and kept his distance whenever he knew you needed some time for yourself. And most importantly, he never invited friends over, since it didn't take him long to find out you just couldn't interact with people. Of course his teasing side would come out sometimes, leaving some comments here and there, but he changed and not only by a bit no, he changed a lot and even for the better.

Living with him was easier than you thought.

And yet, yet the old things would obviously come back because today you wanted to tell Kuroo, who was and still is one of your best friends from high school, that Suguru was your roommate. God, you were nervous. You knew Kuroo has always hated him and he will most definitely not stop hating him, even despite the fact that you grew quite close to him.

So when you pressed the 'call' button on your laptop, you really just didn't want to tell him, but you had to. Even if you wouldn't tell him now, he would find out somehow. You really wanted to tell him in person, rather than him finding out and then getting mad at you as well.

Once his faced showed up on your screen you smiled and waved, shoving away the nervousness you just had. ,,Hey Hey Tets!'' - ,,Hey! How're you doing over there?'' he smiled, taking a sip from the cup wich was located right next to him. ,,Well Im doing pretty good! How're you and the boys doing?'' Kuroo's face turned dark, making you worry, but once you've heard his answers you couldn't have expected less from such an idiot as him. ,,Well we're all doing pretty good.... and yet I feel broken, Kenma's ignoring me once again.'' He sobbed ironically, making you smile in an instant. You had to admit it, you missed the old times. The time you guys were still in Highschool, enjoying life and just having fun. But over all you just missed your friends, you always see them hanging out with each other, going on trips together while you were stuck with boredom and nothing but schoolwork. Of course your friends were part of the University life as well, however it seemed like they had much more time than you. Less worries than you.

,,You know Tets... I miss you guys a lot.'' You whispered as you nervously played with a stuffed animal, that was standing right next to your laptop. Showing affection wasn't really your thing, yet you missed your group of friends way too much to just ignore it like that. ,,Awe Y/N, we miss you too! Once you're back we're definitely going out somewhere! Oh and you should bring Christian as well!! Come to think of it.... where is Christian?''

You chocked on your saliva. ,,Oh god are you okay?'' Kuroo worriedly stated as you coughed. Why now, you had nearly forgotten about it, and yet all of the good had to come to an end. So when you finally stopped coughing you assured your friend that you were okay, but you most definitely weren't okay, you didn't even know where to start. You couldn't possibly just go ,,Ah yeah forgot to tell you, but Christian changed units. Suguru and I are now roommates.'.There was no way you could tell him. Literally no way.

But while you were overthinking this whole situation, suddenly Suguru made his entry.

,,Eyo Y/N can you-'' - ,, What is he doing here?'' Kuroo frantically yelled as he regocnised Suguru, pointing at him through your screen. Great, you thought. This could've gone better if you had the guts to bring it up earlier, but of course your friend had to find out like this. Luck was definetily not on your side today. ,,Oi roosterhead, still lying about your height huh?'' Suguru smirked as he placed himself right behind you, moving closer to the laptop. ,,Get lost.''Kuroo scoffed and now looked at you while still pointing at Suguru. ,,Why's he here?'' he repeated himself, not leaving you out of his sight once. Yet you looked away, trying to avoid his gaze as much as possible, you would even prefer hiding behind Suguru than sitting here. ,,He's my new roommate... Christian changed units.'' You whispered slowly looking back to see if he was still watching you.

Suguru took his chance and moved closer to you as he purred. ,,Wait, you didn't tell him babe?'' Oh god you forgot the petnames he had for you and you hated him for using them on you now. After he moved in and you finally got along pretty well, he started with all these ridiculous pet names, just like honey. And oh god...this was definitely not going to end well.

,,Can you tell him to fucking leave?'' Kuroo asked, seemingly annoyed of your roommates presence. ,,Alright alright I'll leave, just don't forget our business later.'' and with that he left your room.

The sudden awkward silence that was between you and your best friend was more than just uncomfortable for you. In fact, you hated it, you just wanted to disappear. ,,How long?'' He was the first one to finally break the silence and you knew he was upset, after all Suguru just walked in and you didn't tell him at all. ,,Two months..'' you whispered, full of regret. Kuroo then sighed, hand on his forehead as he leaned back to process what he has just heard. ,,Two months? God.... why didn't you tell me?'' - ,, Listen I was scared.... I know you don't like him but we got along so well..'' you stuttered, trying to avoid his gaze again. Honestly you were scared. All this time you were scared that you might lose your friend, although this might be a stupid reason to end a friendship, you were still terrified.

,,Hey that's fine Y/N, liking each other and having a relationship is fine! Im not even mad I promise!'' You looked at him as he smiled, to let you know that it was fine. All you could do was smile back and be thankful that he wasn't mad at you. ,,Oh and we're not really in a relationship..'' You stated and let out a nervous giggle. Kuroo on the other hand leaned in closer and then whispered. ,,Yeah right hon.'' - ,,Kuroo.'' You warned, holding up your finger just as you were about to scold him. ,,Anyways, seems like you have some unfinished business with the snake, so go for it.'' You huffed, ready to protest that there was no business to finish, but before you could tell him otherwise he disappeared from you screen.

Sighing out in annoyance, you got up from your chair to go scold your roommate for his bold words he has spoken during your videocall. So when you saw him doing some schoolwork you seated yourself in front of him, death glaring him. ,,Just what exactly were you thinking?''you hissed in such a sharp tone, that even suguru backed off for a second. But he quickly collected himself and leaned in closer just to smirk at you. ,,What do you mean babe?" he asked, his voice soft and unbothered. You groaned again, leaning in closer as well. ,,He thinks we have a thing." - ,,So?" his reply was bold, just like as if he didn't care about your current situation at all, which was weird to you since he usually never acted or talked to you this way.

You answered him, voice quiet. ,,So you're just going to leave it there?''

The confusion was plastered all over his face. You didn't really know what left him so confused, but you needed answers and as for that you waited for an answer. ,,Wait wait wait.'' he said, holding up both his hands. ,,Is that disappointment I hear?'' - ,,Never.'' You leaned back, looking away and thinking how to continue this conversation, which obviously seemed pointless to your roommate. But it wasn't pointless to you, your friend literally just hung up on you just because of this stupid statement the guy in front of you had made. ,,Why did you say these things? What did you even mean by unfinished business? That's not appropri-'' you got cut off midsentence. ,,We still haven't decided what we wanted to cook this weekend. That's what I meant babe.'' he stated, as he held up a paper with an amused expression.

,Oh' you mouthed, sitting there in embarrassment as you tried to avoid his gaze. The embarrassment just grew bigger as you realised what you were actually thinking about.

,,Well well, it's okay to have these thoughts about me. But next time you might as well share them with me.'' His grin grew bigger, putting down the paper he just lifted up a second ago. That's it, you thought, he has crossed the line. You then suddenly stood up, cheeks flushing red as you huffed out in annoyance once again. ,,You're the worst.'' you muttered, stomping away to your room in an instant, shutting your door. But something was odd. No, you... you felt something odd happening to you.

You then realised your fastened heartbeat, your hot cheeks, still flushed in a light pink shade,you...you were confused.

Just.... what... what was this feeling?

[clumsyclifford]

ooo could i send in "i don't know how to respond to that" with maybe malum? or whatever pairing you're vibing with for it -megs 💙

megs remember when i said this?

this fic is that one. here's some absolutely inconsequential drivel lmao love you

read here on ao3

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“Okay I need you to answer without thinking about it, just say whatever your gut tells you is right,” Michael says as he opens the door. “So imagine this. You’re minding your own business one day when out of nowhere Robert Pattinson appears. And he says to you that you are solely responsible for deciding his typecast for the rest of his life: either he’ll always play a hero, like a protagonist type, or he’ll always be a villain. Either way the character is always going to be mildly unhinged, because, you know, it’s Robert Pattinson. But you have to decide right now. What do you say?”

Calum blinks. “I. I don’t know how to respond to that.”

“Gut feeling, come on! Robert Pattinson, hero or villain? In movies, not in real life.”

“Uh,” Calum says. “Villain, I guess.”

“See, that’s what I said!” Michael spreads his arms as if to say finally, someone with sense. “Luke said hero.”

“I can see that.”

“Yeah, but Robert Pattinson.” Michael takes a running start and leaps onto his bed. “Robby P. Bobby Patso."

“Yeah, I know, but a mildly unhinged hero is more interesting than a not-unhinged hero. A hinged hero.”

“That’s what Luke said,” says Michael. Dangling his feet over the edge of the bed, he kicks off his shoes. Michael is a wonderful roommate, but he’s far from tidy.

“Well then I agree with Luke.”

“No, you can’t. You already agreed with me. No take-backsies.”

“How did this even come up?”

Michael sighs. “Don’t remember. Something like how Robert Pattinson is going to be the new Batman again or some shit like that.”

“Wasn’t he already Batman?”

“I don’t fucking know, man. I’ve never seen it.”

“Yeah,” Calum says, “me neither.”

“Whatcha doin’?” Michael asks, flipping around until his head is at the foot of his bed and he can prop his chin in his hands.

“Watching TV and ignoring my responsibilities,” Calum says with an exaggerated grin.

“Ah, the usual.” Michael hums. “Wanna watch a movie?”

“Yeah, why not?”

“Twilight?” Michael suggests, waggling his eyebrows.

Calum laughs. “Really?”

“I mean…” Michael pulls an ambiguous face. It’s supposed to be deliberately noncommittal, to put the burden of decision on Calum’s shoulders. Calum hates that face. He’s a chronically indecisive person, but Michael is slightly moreso, and as a result Calum makes most of the unimportant decisions for the dorm, particularly re: movie nights.

“Maybe we should watch Batman,” he suggests.

Michael wrinkles his nose. “Ehh.”

Okay. A veto for Batman. That means he’s honestly participating in the decision-making process. Calum can work with this.

“I guess we could do Twilight,” he muses. “I’ve never seen the whole thing.”

“I’ve never seen it at all.”

Calum shrugs. “Alright then. Fuck it. Let’s watch Twilight. You can tell Luke that your insane Robert Pattinson conversation determined our movie night.”

Michael is already pulling out his phone. “I will tell him. He’ll love it.”

While Michael gives Luke the good news, Calum hunts for a place to stream Twilight. By the time Calum has pulled up the movie and set up his laptop at the foot of his bed, Michael is wearing sweats and munching on a Dorito from a brand-new bag.

“If you get cheese dust in my bed you are permanently banished,” Calum says. Michael nods his understanding. “Okay, you ready?” Another nod. “Wanna get the lights, or…?”

Michael gives him a look like I’m already comfortable. Calum sighs and slides out of bed to do it himself. Then he returns, hits play on the movie, and leans back against his pillow.

“Have you read this?” Michael asks. Calum shakes his head. “I read the first one in middle school.”

“Really? How was it?”

“Not good,” Michael says genially, and crunches a chip. “Absolutely awful. I’m so excited to watch this.”

Calum laughs and reaches for a Dorito.

-

By the time they’re in bed with the lights off, they’ve pretty much exhausted every possible avenue of mockery about the movie.

“But when you really think about it,” Michael says — out of the blue after five minutes of silence — “Cedric Diggory was the first mildly unhinged hero he played. Before Edward Cullen.”

“Cedric Diggory wasn’t mildly unhinged,” Calum says, affronted.

“Maybe not outwardly,” Michael says, “but on the inside…you know there was some dark shit going on in there.”

Calum laughs. “You can’t just assume that! Besides, the whole point of Cedric Diggory was that he was this cool-guy character that everyone loved. That was Robert Pattinson’s pre-unhinged era. Before he was unhinged, he was Cedric.”

“‘Before he was unhinged, he was Cedric,’” Michael muses. “That’s a tagline for something. That’s the slogan for the Cedric Diggory: Origins movie, in theaters this fall.”

“For the Robert Pattinson biopic.”

“My God, can you imagine a Robert Pattinson biopic?” Michael rolls onto his side and there’s a grin in his voice. “Or even better, if someone did a documentary on him? Imagine the content if you could just get Robert Pattinson to do one of those confessional-style shots. What would you even ask? ‘Who are you?’”

“I would ask him if he would want to play unhinged heroes or unhinged villains for the rest of his life.”

Michael snickers. “I’d pay real money to get his answer to that question.”

“What do you think he would choose? If he could.”

“Villains,” Michael says, like he’s already thought about it. “I just think he’d have more fun.”

“I don’t know, I kind of think it would be more fun for him to invent the genre of unhinged heroes than to just sort of…live in the preexisting genre of unhinged villains. Like you expect villains to be unhinged, so it’s not surprising when they are. But an unhinged hero, like, you know, Sirius Black immediately post-Azkaban — I can see him doing that role today. Or like…” Calum gasps. “Like Macbeth. I could so see him playing Macbeth.”

Michael ohhhs. “Okay, yes. I can see him as Macbeth.”

“Maybe his niche is actually just protagonist in Shakespearean tragedies and he hasn’t discovered it yet.”

“See, David Tennant had a similar arc, because he was whatshisname in Harry Potter and then he was Hamlet. And the Doctor, who’s definitely a mildly unhinged hero.”

“Robert Pattinson is the next David Tennant, is that what you’re saying?”

“I think that’s what I’m saying,” Michael says. “I guess? Though I refuse to consider that David Tennant will be giving up his crown anytime soon. But I could totally see Robert Pattinson filling those shoes.”

“But they’re different brands of unhinged.”

“I know, but it’s close enough.”

“Robert Pattinson as Crowley,” Calum considers. “Yeah, I guess. I guess I can see it.”

“Exactly,” Michael says, self-satisfied. “I’m glad we solved this mystery.”

They’ve solved absolutely nothing. They’ve barely concluded anything.

Calum smiles at the ceiling. “Me too. Goodnight, Mikey, love you.”

“‘Night, Calum. Love you too.”

“Don’t forget to set your alarm.”

Michael mutters shit and there’s a rustle of sheets, and Calum giggles to himself and closes his eyes.

[pxjiminsi]

Glass of whiskey

Synopsis: You get drunk the night before your little sister’s wedding as you dislike weddings in general due to your past, but all is about to change when you meet Yoongi at the open bar handing you a glass of whiskey.

Fic type: One Shot

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: SMUT!!! A little bit of angst

Warning: a few cuss words, blow job, cum in breasts, unprotected sex (please take care, my readers), clitplay.

Wc: 2.1k

A/n: Hi! I really enjoyed creating this one as I relate too much from the op about feeling sentimental about weddings lmao. Let me know how you feel about it!

You've always hated weddings. Always hated it. You always looked forward to it when you were a kid, wondering when it’ll be your turn, and by the time you thought it’s your turn, it blew up in your face. 

Your mom was ecstatic when you finally got engaged with this doctor a year ago after dating for a year and a half. You felt like your world had finally set into place. Then a month before the wedding, your happy ending, your son of a bitch fiancé slept with one of your bridesmaids. And if you think that’s the worst part, he didn’t even have the guts to tell you himself, because he broke up with you through text. Eloping with your bridesmaid.

It’s been a year and your life has been nothing but crap. You lost your job after being depressed for so long, had to settle in a small apartment because you don’t have a job to pay dues. And your relationship with your mom fell apart when she blamed you for letting your fiancé sleep with another woman.

You’ve always sworn you’ll never attend one of these events again, that you’ll harden your heart whether it’s your baby sister who asks. But jokes on you, after 2 months of swearing, you hear your little sister’s engagement. Of course, she wanted you to be her maid of honor, she is your best friend after all. You knew how hard it is for her to ask you that, you bet that when she got engaged she’s still thinking of you. You almost ruined your relationship with her because of your depression and how you cut-off people in your life after the incident.

Now the night before the wedding, you’re getting drunk on the wine at the bar of what’s left from the rehearsal dinner, trying to write your maid-of-honor speech of how love is blah blah blah and forever blah blah. You squint your eyes shaking your head trying to figure this out. And before you know it, someone slid you a glass of whiskey. “You look like you need it,” A man with black hair wearing a white long-sleeved and fitted black jeans said, sitting 2 bar stools away from you. You squint your eyes, skeptical about the drink then looking back at him. He looks at you with those piercing cat eyes that you can’t help but feel intimidated by. He grabs your drink and takes a sip, raising his eyebrows, proving he didn’t slip anything in it. 

“Thanks,” raising your glass and chugging the remaining whiskey. “I’m Yoongi,” he held his hand. “Y/n, nice to meet you,” you said, shaking his.

Few drinks in, you’re already beside his seat raving about what a drag this wedding is, not revealing that you’re the maid of honor and the one getting married is your sister. He flashed his gummy smile of his unwittingly, as he placed one of his hands in his thick thighs that you can’t help but be attracted to. You practically have to cross your legs to avoid jumping on him on that bar stool. Even if you’re both talking about different things, you connect with this guy. He has this stabbing cold stare, but when he starts to speak you can feel how soft and gentle his personality is. Especially his listening skills. Maybe because you know you’ll never see each other again after tonight, you spill your guts on him. 

You spilled how your fiancé cheated on you, how you prefer white wine over red, how you hate your roommate because she keeps borrowing things from you without permission. You feel your body getting light for relieving your pent up stress and anger from the past year. He was such a great listener nodding at every story he relates to, laughing at your drunk stories, and shaking his head at your unbelievable adventures. “Thanks, you know, for listening” that’s all you can say sipping on your wine. He just shook his head with his smile, gesturing it’s okay.

“I better head up, one more drink, and I’ll pass out,” You try to hold on to the counter to push yourself up from the barstool but slides accidentally holding his thick thighs instead. He grabs you by your arm, to help you not fall. “I’m walking you to your floor, I’m going up anyways.” He drinks his remaining whiskey and gently leads you on to the elevator.

You both entered the elevator and you stood behind him on the corner. “What floor?” He asks without turning at you. “18th” he then pushes the 21st floor and the 18th. “You’re on the 21st?” you blurted out. You don’t know why you asked but it’s painfully obvious that his room is on the 21st. “Yeah, you alright?” He looks at you brushing his hair up. Tipsy as you are, you scanned his whole physique right in front of his eyes, remembering how you kept your legs crossed the entire time you’re at the bar to ignore your pulsing wet clit from his musky crisp clean scent,  slightly open chest from his half unbuttoned shirt, and thick thighs almost bulging out from his pants. 

And it’s not just you, you can see how he’s eyeing your exposed neck and collarbone all night down to your figure and exposed thighs from your short body-fitting dress. You flood the whole elevator with unspoken sexual tension even without looking at each other.

You snapped out of your trance when the elevator dings at your floor. You step out slowly from the elevator, wanting to see if he’ll stop you. “Nice to meet you, Yoongi” prolonging your interaction. He just slightly smiled and nodded with arms crossed, and as soon as the elevator door started to close, you placed it in your hand, shocking Yoongi. He huffs and smirked, not expecting what you did. “You’re not really going to do anything?” Silently thanking the alcohol for this sudden surge of confidence about what you are saying. “Do what?” he cockily asks “You wanna fuck me?” he continued piercing you with his dark gorgeous eyes. He caught you off guard, dumbfounded as to what answer you are going to give him. The elevator continues to ding with your hand in it. 

“Do you want to fuck me?” He repeats himself with a more sultry and muggy voice changing his stance as he walks towards you. You can feel your heart beating faster and faster. Your heart jumps as the elevator dings again, but you’re even surprised as Yoongi pulls you by the waist letting the elevator door close. He pins you at the wall, his mouth on yours, a frenzied moan escapes your mouth as he pushes his tongue inside. 

You pressed your body in his core arms in his neck pulling his kiss deep in you. The elevator dings at his floor. You both composed yourself for a minute, his hand in yours as he leads you to his room. He starts to kiss you again as he swipes his key card and the room to his door opens.

He gently pushes you to his bed, never removing his eyes on you and your body, as he takes off his jacket and pulls his necktie loose to the side. You pull him down by his tie kissing him deeply as he slides his right hand from your legs to your thighs to the lace of your panties. You continue to grind your remaining leg on him feeling his hard cock in his tight pants. 

He started to kiss your neck, gently placing love bites to your collarbone, down to your chest, he then raised your dress while licking you from your tummy to your breasts. You can’t stop the moans escaping your mouth as you turn over. It’s your turn to push him into the bed. You take off your dress and bra leaving Yoongi biting his lower lip admiring your form. You pull his tight pants as his massive thick cock cast out of it. A small drool came out of your lips as he guided your face towards his cock and before you knew it, he was thrusting his hips with a hand on your head. You try so hard to control your gag reflex grabbing his thighs pressing little crescents, his skin begins to sting but he didn’t mind. You started to tear up as he thrust on your mouth for the last time before placing your dripping wet pussy on his cock.

He slaps your ass as you ride him with your back facing him. He guides your hips up and down fucking you vigorously with one hand rubbing your swollen clit. “Fuck, y/n, your pussy is so tight,” as he slams on you harder, feeling your lower body snapping at every thrust. Your mind goes numb hearing those words. You can feel your cum building up from your core, with legs even spreading. You help him play with your clit as you rubbed yours faster. “Oh, fuck I’m going to cum,” you scream as he places his finger from your clit to your mouth. “Cum on me, baby” Yoongi moans. Hearing his moan shot your body with arousal that radiated all over your body.

He then lays you down not removing his cock from your inside, you can hardly keep up with his pacing as you’re still too dazed from your release. As rough as he is in you, he places gentle kisses on your lips, almost reminding you that you’re more than a quick fuck. After a few more thrusts, his jaw started to clench as soft curses left his mouth. “Where do you want it, baby?” You can see sweat forming on his forehead and chest. “Anywhere” you answered panting. He gripped your ass tight as he pulled from you gripping his shaft. A few pumps in and thick spurts from his cock cover your breasts with soft grunts escaping his mouth.

You relax on the bed covering your bodies with the blanket after cleaning up. “I’m so pathetic. This is so pathetic” you cover your face with your arms. “No you’re not, you were great.” he kisses your forehead, letting you be the little spoon as you drift off to sleep.

The next morning, you see him already gone. I mean what did you expect, that you’ll wake up to his kisses or him bringing you breakfast in bed? You take a deep breath, as much as you enjoyed last night, you can’t wait to get home drunk again tonight after the wedding.

As much as you hated weddings, you didn’t mind the ceremony at all. Seeing your little sister say her vows, her friends cheering, and her getting married to the love of her life made you feel nostalgic about your childhood with her. And you feel nothing but happiness and love for her.

As the guests started to arrive at the reception hall, you went straight to the open bar waving the bartender for a glass of wine. A beautiful melody covers the reception hall as the acoustic singer started to play his guitar. His voice is so soft and sullen, mesmerizing in fact. You turn around to see who this enigmatic singer is. You can’t believe your eyes as you see Yoongi, his eyes direct in yours as if he’d seen you since you entered the room. He finishes the song never leaving your eyes, nor did you in his. 

The only time you broke eye-contact is when the crowd started to clap and he started thanking them. He sang a few more songs until the emcee took over, starting the reception ceremony. He walks towards you. Your heart pounding, he looks so beautiful in his all-black suit and his piercing eyes that you don’t know, but it makes you forget your name. 

He slides you a glass of whiskey and asks, “Tough wedding? You look like you need this” exposing his gummy smile. “Not so bad anymore,” you said as you took a sip of your drink.

[rigginsstreet]

JULIA’S FICS MASTERLIST

so it’s my wifes ( @fredheads ) birthday and im a flop who doesnt have her birthday fic ready (it’ll be done... before the end of the month. absolutely should not take that long but thats the only definite timeline i have lmao) SO to celebrate, i think you all should read her fics and leave nice comments because it’s what she deserves :)

MULTI CHAPTER (unfinished)

She's The One (fem!fredsythe)

Just Like Heaven (fredsythe, alice - fred escapes the Sisters au)

talk about a dream, try to make it real (fredsythe, gladys - college au)

quiet mercy (fredsythe - the OG fred & the sisters of quiet mercy fic)

Papa (fred and artie exploration)

wanna be your backdoor man (fredsythe - h*rny neighbor antics)

With a Girl Like You (fred and gladys friendship)

all our costliest treasures (baby fredsythe at christmas julia i would like to see more... its your birthday i should not be requesting things my apologies)

but your kids are gonna love it (archie and jughead - back to the future au i never saw that movie so i cant say for sure but they do time travel so that checks out to me)

Riverdale High's Last Annual Father-Daughter Winter Fling (fred takes veronica to the father/daughter dance because hiram is in jail =/ )

i say the phrases that keep it all going (different takes of fred fp archie and jughead dying in each others arms julia where is the fredsythe one... just asking)

MULTI CHAPTER (finished [according to ao3])

wouldn't it be good (ensemble - everyones paired up and has to raise an egg)

love is like a heat wave (fredsythe summertime antics)

burnt toffee (halice - working at an icecream shop, falling in love, v cute)

if only in my dreams (penelope lies about having a boyfriend)

let nothing you dismay (alice cooper fixing christmas)

there's a blue light in my best friend's room (hal and fred bonding hour)

The Trials of Cheerleading (or, "Throwing In The Megaphone") (the parentdale bible just read it and forget anything else anyone [ras] has ever told you)

fred andrews adopts a gang (bet you cant tell what this is about)

from the rich to the poor they are mostly unkind (i think this is a sweet pea centric fic?? julia really has something for everyone but dont expect her to do this again)

fp's adventures in domesticity (fp taking care of the andrews household while fred recovers from getting blasted in the chest)

Oblivion (all the times fred has experienced god)

west of memphis (jarchie post 107 thats all i can tell you idk)

ONE SHOT

Wherever you go i'll be with you (fp and archie - a timeline after freds death)

that's as close as i'll get to loving you (fremary - fred asks mary out)

i'm only good at being bad, bad (gladys hating her deadbeat husband <3)

and all the miles in between (fp and tom on the bus to basic training)

excerpts from the same party (freds interactions...at a party... the title is pretty self explanatory but who doesnt love a party fic ammirite ladiez)

don't you know these days you pay for everything (fred, fp, mary - i remember this being fp playing wingman to get fred and mary together cuz he likes mary better than hermione.... read more to find out if im right)

tying faith between our teeth (fredsythe - au where fp goes to college and doesnt ruin his life)

and they were roommates (fredsythe - another college au)

The Construction Tree (jarchie - idk what this is about i dont read kid fics im sorry... but julias a bomb ass writer so im sure the jarchies will love it anyway)

flowers grow through cement (fred gaining weight and feeling insecure)

night creatures call and the dead start to walk in their masquerade (HALLOWEEN FREDSYTHE BABYYYY!)

get me a prescription for that one perfect touch (fredsythe sick fic)

i don't know where else i can go (more hal and fred bonding hour)

everybody's got a hungry heart (fredsythe sexy time with food... that sounds weird.... listen either youre into it or youre not)

not so typical love song (fp and mary bonding hour)

all the redemption i can offer (fremary after the shooting... im pretty sure... listen i have a bad brain i cant remember things just read it)

Simply Irresistible (fred is a ho)

took the words (right out of my mouth) (four times fred and fp say ‘i love you’)

if you wanna get it done you gotta do it yourself (fp and mary loving fred... who is a ho)

people livin' in competition (more fp/fred/mary nonsense with fp gay pining what a good triangle i would have liked to seen it...)

buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight (mary works at youth crisis hotline and fred calls in)

that's what they say when we're together (halram post high school au)

a good old fashioned romance (hiram flaunting his wealth instead of displaying emotions)

you don't know what (you) got (fred has great friends even though hes a bit of a putz)

watch your weight (more fredsythe food shenanigans)

Valuable Lessons Learned On The Tilt-A-Whirl, or "Babe, You Ought To Quit This Scene Too" (alice hermione fred and fp go to the fair)

what once was (jughead and the andrews after freds shooting)

you must remember this (i have no recollection of what this is about but it sounds jughead centric)

takes guts to be gentle and kind (idk what this is either lmfao but i know julia saved moose and midge in it... idk midge but good for her [granted this also takes place after 202 so keep that in mind])

FP Jones and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad House Party (or, "Nothing Good Ever Happens At One Of These") (oh i remember this one.... mmmm. title tells you all really)

and so please help them with your youth ( ‘fred teaches archie to walk. archie returns the favor’)

andrews & son (more fred and archie post 201)

Blueberry Pie (fredsythe - my review of this fic is just me clutching my chest saying ‘oh god, oh fuck’)

never drill for oil on a city street (part 1 of mary working at a youth crisis hotline and fred calling in and i should put this above the other fic but like... you can figure out one and two on your own i believe in you)

The Perils of Faking Illness (or, “two times Fred Andrews faked sick to get out of class and one time he actually needed a hospital”) (read the title)

healing, in three parts (fred fp archie and jughead attempt a roadtrip)

all along the watchtower (#fredandrewsisriverdale)

guess that we were too much of the same kind (fred getting visitors in the hospital)

sometimes wonder what's beneath the mess you've become (fred and alice bonding hour)

nice day for a white wedding (fredsythe hospital times babyyyy!)

The Unexpected Perks of Feminist Activism (or, "Fingertip Rules") (fred gets fucked in a skirt by fp thats all you need to know)

Any Way You Want It (reggie x moose idk what it is but if you like them here you go)

fun, fun, fun (till her daddy takes the t-bird away) (beach antics! freds a menace but fp loves him anyway...)

hands over the ears of my heart (fred and hermione share a bed but platonically)

the apocalypse comes sooner than you think (fredsythemione antics)

small as a world and large as alone (a series of drabbles about archie jughead and fred post 104)

do a good turn daily (archie x reggie post 103)

seven minutes in heaven (archie and reggie picked for 7 minutes in heaven)

tell me every terrible thing you ever did (archie drops jughead off after the pep rally)

[slccplessnights]

This blog is still kinda new so this might not show up, but... I’m really in the mood for some 1x1 rps (preferably on discord), if anyone’s interested! I’m a full time student so I get a little busy for replies sometimes, but I am always on for hcs, plotting and all that fun stuff! Gonna add all the info down below because I have a tendency to ramble so I’m sorry it’s a lot lmao.

general info about me: 

I’m 23, so I’d prefer my partners to be at least 18+. GMT+5 timezone, but almost always online and replying on discord because insomnia lmao. 

As mentioned above, I am a full time student and have classes mon - fri with my busy days mostly being tuesdays and wednesdays. 

I write all pairings m/m, f/f, m/f, nb, etc. My personal preference is m/m or m/f. 

I’m pretty open with the kinds of plots I do, let me know and we can talk! I’m a sucker for cliche tropes. Good with nsfw content, darker themes and smut, but the last bit isn’t the most important thing for me so if you’d rather not i’m 100% good with that too. 

Only faceclaims I won’t write with are deceased fcs, underaged, or ones with abuse, racist, etc histories. 

things I really want to do: 

lets start with fandom pairings: 

Buddie from 9-1-1. I love them so much, friends to lovers trope??? THE BEST. and who doesn’t love hot firefighters? I’m down for literally anything with them, canon, aus, etc. just gimme. I can play either of ‘em but my preference lies with playing Buck. 

Reddie from IT. Another pairing I love with all my heart, I’d be down for any au with these two as well. All the tropes, all the aus, fix-it timeline? Lets go. I play Richie, but I could try my hand at Eddie. 

Justin/anyone (OCs included) from 13 Reasons Why. I just love Justin Foley so much, and I wanna rp him against someone, please? I’d give you anything you want lmao. 

other fandoms include: Teen Wolf, GoT, Stranger Things (Byler, Lumax, Elmax, Stancy mostly, possibly Mileven or Jancy), The 100 (I play Murphy).

non fandom plot ideas: 

alright, so like one specifically for m/m would be frat bros. They sneak around and hook up and it’s all “no homo lol” until they realize that it’s actually very “yes homo” and no matter what they say that it’s just sex, deep down they know it’s not and it leads to complications and frustrations, even jealousy mayhaps? bad explanation but we can talk and i can explain my thoughts better lmao. Could have joined the frat together in freshman year and are best friends that start hooking up, or one muse could be a pledge or new initiate, the other is a slightly older member. for the latter I wouldn’t mind playing either muse. 

this one’s for f/m and I’d prefer the f, but could def do m too! The idea here is that f was never in a serious relationship because she was always busy and focused on her goals, but she started dating m and he understood her priorities and supported her. they had a good, strong relationship and before either of them knew it they’d been together for 2-3 years and that made f panic because she felt trapped even though she loves him and ends up sabotaging their relationship and sleeping with someone else. She tells him and he breaks up with her but they’re both still very much in love and maybe trying to work through it as friends? But can they remain just friends? lets find out! he may also be trying to make her jealous but that’s neither here nor there. 

an idea for f/f. One’s a popular cheerleader and the other’s a little nerdy and unpopular. They’re either best friends that grew up together and both harbor secret feelings for each other but never acted on it, or they’re even already dating and we have the cutest relationship where they’re just in love and so fucking soft. Or they could hate each other’s guts but there’s always this sexual tension under that both are refusing to admit until it spills over and a heated argument leads to another kind of passion. 

m/m, f/f, m/f, m/nb, f/nb, nb/nb, any. And they were roommates!! They’re pretty good friends and roommates, but there’s always been a spark of something. Neither acted on it, but they’re also super domestic and get mistaken as a couple by people that don’t know them at parties or friends’ get togethers. Always side by side at those occasions, getting each other drinks. Muse A gets tired and walks over to Muse B who’s having a conversation with someone else, just tugs on their sleeve and Muse B knows it’s time to go home, excusing themself from the conversation to grab their coats and go home. Just super cute domestic stuff, it starts platonic but grows to more. Lets throw some jealousy in there if one time Muse B doesn’t wanna leave and decides to stay and flirt with the person they’re with so jealousy and angst! 

m/m. where muse A, closeted and in denial, calls a phone sex line on a dare expecting to talk to a girl but gets muse B instead, a shockingly sultry-voiced dude who just laughs at the mistake and keeps on flirting with muse A until he gives in and lets muse B talk him into one of the best orgasms he’s ever had — and after that he can’t seem to stop calling back, be it for sex talks or regular talks, eventually getting weirdly close with a guy he’s never seen and who’s never seen him, but who already might know him just a little bit better than most of the people who are actually in his life do. ( I got this from @softhvnds but the blog doesn’t exist anymore so i can’t credit them! ) 

f/m, m/m, m/nb. This one’s probably like a politician’s adult child (maybe a college student, etc) and their surly bodyguard, because I just love that cliche okay? The politician’s kid is kinda spoiled and maybe kind of a wild child, always partying and sneaking away, and the bodyguard always has to track them down and drag them back or go with them and make sure they don’t get too messy. just anything and everything about that lol. 

m/m, f/f. They’re kids of super rich rival business/magazine owners, politicians, etc, idk something like that. Basically just enemies, feuding families and they’re always trash talking each other every time they see each other as well. both spoiled and used to getting their own ways, probably go to school/college together and share a lot of classes, get paired up and hate every moment. See each other at social events too, always bicker, but maybe one day the bickering and arguing leads to a heated make out sessions and now they’re sneaking around to hook up and they totally don’t like each other, it’s JUST sex, nothing more, nope not at all. They’re both lying to themselves about that. 

[heyauntieeee]

I don’t have anything specific but college Erik is my favorite Erik 🥰🥰🥰

Title: Study Buddy (Lame ass title I but I couldn’t come up withanything else lmao)

College!Erik X Black!Reader

Summary: Erik helps you study for your TEAS exam

Warnings: Language, Slight smut (my first time bear with me)

This would be my first time writing college!erik but I hope you enjoy it. This subject is currently relating to me because I’ve been studying for the entrance exam for nursing, so here it goes!

The both of you were currently onspring break, however, while your roommates went home, you decided to stay atcampus to study for the TEAS exam and your boyfriend Erik is staying with yousince he doesn’t have any family outside of you. Since this test was one of theonly things, besides your grades, that was standing between you and the nursingprogram, you made it very clear that there couldn’t be much fooling around asyou were taking the test in two weeks time.

The two of you were sitting on yourcouch in your campus apartment. Your books and notes litters on the coffeetable. There was a highlighter between your teeth and a pen between your indexand middle fingers. You were deeply engrossed in your notes focusing on thescience section in particular seeing as it was the most important section ofthe exam. 

You could feel Erik staring a holein the back of your neck, so you sit up and squint your eyes at him.

“I thought you were gonna help mestudy.”

“You tryna be in them books, I’m tryna be in them guts. It’s beena minute since I seen you baby girl, I miss you.” Erik proceeds to startkissing your neck and while you missed him too, God knows you did, you couldn’t be distracted at themoment. You shrug him off of you and mush his face trying to push him to theother side of the couch not caring about the fact that he was so fucking bulkyhe didn’t budge, he snorts at your effort.

“Daka you know this test isimportant,” You whine. “I can’t be fucking around I need at least an 85% onthis thing.”

He sighs, knowing you were rightand not willing to come between you and your education. He had faith that youwould pass considering you excelled in your prerequisite courses. You were everthe over achiever, willing to succeed by any means necessary. He could recallnot being able see or talk to you for days, when you were in high school andthroughout your time in college because you had to study for exams or completeprojects and papers. Hell, if it weren’t Spring Break this would undoubtedly beone of those times. Trust and believe he was the same way, but for the week hejust wanted to lay up under his girl.

“Aight, how about this, every timeyou get an answer right, I’ll kiss you wherever you want.” The proposition, ascorny and cliché as it was, piqued your interest. As fly as Erik was, he’s had his fair share of being a cornballsometimes.

“Is this to help me or to helpyou?” You ask.

“I’m helping the both of us getwhat we need, princess.” Surely you weren’t gonna pass up on his offer. Youthink why the hell not.

“Ard, quiz me.”

Excited, he grabs one of the studybooks and tells you that they’ll do science questions sincethat’s what you’ve been focusing on for that particular day, then flips the pages to the back of thebook where the practice questions were. He looks over the question beforeraising his head to meet my eyes. His gaze makes you squirm.

“First question: What crystallinesolid contains ionic bonds with the least covalent character?”

You scrunch yourface up. “So, you just gon come out the gate with the hard questions? Youknow I hate chemistry.” 

“Ion give a fuck, you answering thequestion. Tic toc lil nigga.” You kiss your teeth and think hard. Chemistry wasnever your strong suit. In all honesty you still don’t know how you managed topull a ‘B’. Must’ve been by the grace of God. Finally, you just give upand guess.

“I don’t know, Sodium?”

There was a pause for about fiveseconds before he lets out this obnoxious buzzing noise scaring the living shitout of you.

“DAMN NIGGA! Did you have to be sofucking loud?!”

“Did you have to be so wrong?”

“Don’t make me smack you Erik.”

“You ain’t slapping shit over here,I dare you.” You roll your eyes.

“Anyway, what’s the answer,” you ask impatiently.

“Lithiumfluoride. We coming back to that question.”

“Or we canskip chem all together,” you mutter.

“NOT ON MYWATCH!” He yells as he slams his hand down on the book startling you onceagain.

“Aight,Iyanla Vanzant wannabe next question!”

He flipsthrough some pages again saying more slick shit under his breath. Some thingsto the effect of ‘not letting his babyfuck up her grade cause she don’t know the difference between coefficients andcovalent bonds. She gon learn today.’ When you think about it, it’s reallysweet, but he can be so damn aggravating. He finally finds another question andreads.

“What eventoccurs simultaneously with the end of systole?” This one you definitely knew.

“The rightventricular pressure reaches a minimum value.” Erik grins.

“That’s whatI’m talkin bout baby! Where you want it?”

You thinkabout where you want to be kissed and remember he didn’t kiss you when he camethrough the door earlier, he only greeted you with a weak ass half hug becausehe was on the phone when he walked in, which he knows you hate but themotherfucker still does it anyway.

You thenpoint to your lips with a pout. “I never got my kiss when you came in, justsome lame ass hug.”

“My bad mama,I was handling business.”

“I know.” Andyou knew exactly what that business was.

Erik goingaway on his secret missions, coming home bruise, bloodied, and new additions ofscars to his body. Of course, you didn’t like seeing him that way and everytime you fussed over him and cleaned him up, he’d remind you that this was allpart of the plan that he was destined for something, greater and that our timewould come.

You’rebrought out of your thoughts by the feeling of Erik’s soft full lips on yours. Youinstantly start kissing him back, your hands grip his forearms, longing tobring him closer. He leans more toward you, his large frame towering over youas he deepens the kiss. You lean back further into the couch and allow him torest between your legs. He brings one of his hands to your next and it reststhere for a second, then you feel the slight pressure of Erik squeezing yourneck with just enough pressure that causes you to gasp, letting his tongueenter your mouth. The taste of him is unreal, even after all these years ofbeing with him, kissing him like this, he still tastes better than the firsttime you kissed him. You let his tongue dominate yours and roam around in yourmouth. You let a small moan leave your mouth and get an ‘mhm’ in reply. Thebass in his voice sends a shock down your spine and straight to your core. Youmoan again as you feel the wetness between your thighs.

The sound ofthe book falling to the floor caused you to break apart. Erik gives you one morepeck and pulls away, picking up the book and flipping back to the questions asif nothing happened. Meanwhile you’re a panting mess lying on the couch.

“Come on lilbit, we gotta finish.”

Not wantingto move, you pout. “But-” He quickly interrupts.

“Ion wannahear that whining shit, you said you wanted to study so that’s what we doing.Sit ya thick ass up and get to work.”

“Ok” you sayin a hushed tone as you reluctantly sat up.

“Aight nextquestion…”

After a answeringa series of questions, getting only a few wrong and being subjected to Erik’sloud ass buzzing noise and the ones you got right, well… let’s just stay you’reglad you won’t really have to step out of the house for the week. You bothagreed to avoid kissing the lips to avoid further distraction. So, you had himkiss you in simpler places, your forehead, cheeks, the back of your hands. Butwhen he got to your neck and torso, you would’ve thought Erik was a wild animalthe way he marked you up. Dark hickies littered your neck and torso. What wassupposed to be a light peck and nibble, turn into a ravishing of your body. Hewas now examining his work with pride.

“And when wego out, you ain’t covering them shits either.” You scoff and roll your eyes asyou examine yourself in the mirror with horror.

“N’Jadaka Ican’t leave the house looking like this!”

“You thinkthat I give a fuck? Cause I don’t. You mine and everybody gonna know it. Andwhen they fade Imma put more on you.”

“Everybody oncampus already knows that I’m yourstrust me. You ain’t marking up my body no more nigga.”

“We’ll seebout that shit.” You make your way toward the couch with a yawn, ready to bedone with this study session. Your brain was officially fried, and you justwanted to go to bed.

“Aightprincess last question. You get this one right and I’ll pick where I get tokiss you ok?”

“Ok,” You sayready and nervous for the next question.

“What hormonehas rapid effects that are similar to effects associated with the activation ofthe sympathetic nervous system?”

You almostdrew a blank. You had studied the endocrine system from top to bottom and itwas just on the tip of your tongue.

“Thyroidhormone?”

There was along pause and you almost disappointed that you got it wrong until…

“YEAH BABY!HELLYEAH! WHO GETTING IN THAT NURSING PROGRAM? YOU GOT THAT SHIT IN THE BAG”his shouting startled you but excited you all the same. Erik picks you up andspins you around showering your face with kisses making you giggle. He settlesyou down to your feet and looks you deep in your eyes. His dark eyes staringinto the very depth of your soul.

“You got thisshit Y/N. No matter how much you doubt or worry or stress you one of thesmartest people I know. You getting ya ass in that program and you gon killthat shit. And know, no matter what happens, I got you, for life. You hear me?”

You stare upat him with tear in your eyes. You never thought it could be possible to lovein even more than you did in this moment. Struggling to find the words to say,you say the only words you can form. “I love you baby.”

“I love you more.Now lemme give you your reward. Lay down on the couch.”

You excitedlylay back look at Erik in all his glory. All you can think is how could you havegotten so lucky. You watch as he removes his hoodie with the shirt underneathto reveal his muscular form and scar riddled chest. You lick your lips inanticipation.

“You gon letDaddy reward you?” his voice was low and husky; his eyes were filled with lust.You bite your lower lip and nod your head.

“I need wordsbaby.”

“Yes please.”

He settles himselfbetween my legs like before. He places his lips on your and you start to kissback. He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, and you moan into his mouth. Erikreleases your lips and trails more kisses down your neck, and you moan somemore. Everything about him drove you insane. You sit up and remove your shirtand bra. Erik immediately start put the left breast in his mouth, twirling histongue around the nipple letting the bud harden. You arch your back as he gentlybites the nipple.

“Ah!” yougasp.

“You alrightbabygirl.” Erik asks blowing air on the wet mound, making your nipple hardeneven more.

“Yes.”

He gives you anotherkiss, repeats the actions on the other breast. He works his way down, nippingand licking your torso until he gets to the top of your shorts. You sit up on yourforearms and watch with anticipation. Erik looks up and peers at you intently.

“You ready?”

“I’m ready” yousay breathlessly.

He begins toslide your shorts off at an agonizingly slow pace and to his delight, you weren’twearing any underwear. He throws your shorts to the floor.

“Look at thatshit,” he hissed, dragging a finger along your glistening slit and you moan at thetouch. “You so fuckin wet, who all this for?”

It’s for yo-fuuuckkkk” You were cut off as her slid a finger inside your core. He leans forward,brining his lips to your ear.

“I didn’thear you, who you said it was for.” His voice was even deeper, and it was drivingyou crazy as he start to pump his finger inside you, brushing your spot withevery movement. You moan louder

“It’s for youDaddy!” That gains a growl from him.

“That’sfuckin right!” He inserts another finger and pumps faster, massaging your clitwith his thumb. You were panting at this point, gripping the back of the couchholding on for dear life.

“It feels sogood.” You cried.

“You bout tofeel even better.” He sits up, removes his fingers, brings them to his mouth andstarts to suck every drop of your juices, never taking his eyes off you. Youshudder. He pulls his fingers out with a pop and licks his lips.

“Damn yousweet.”

He lower himselfbetween your legs and began to kiss your inner thighs, nipping all the way downto your core. He smacks a loud kiss right on your clit.

“MWAH! Love thatpussy!”

“Stop playin,E.” you giggled.

“Ain’t nobodyplayin. I’m showing this pussy some love, putting respect on her name.”

“Are youfinished or are you done?” you decided to go alone with the Bird Man reference.

He growls andyanks you toward him throwing your legs over his shoulders and began devouringyour pussy.

“Shit!”

He sucked onyour clit hard, swirling his tongue around it repeatedly. Erik dragged his tongueup and down dipping it inside your core every time. He lifted his face and spaton my clit, beard wet and all.

“Goddamn,”you say. “You so fuckin sexy keep doing that shit.”

“My pleasure.”

“Nigga thisain’t Chic-fil-a, eat my pussy!”

“You gon shutthat smart shit up Y/N keep playin.”

“Keep eatinand I won’t have nothing to say.”

He muttersabout having something for your ass later then lowers his head once again. Hebrought his face to your wetness once more and sucked on the clit while movingtwo fingers inside of you at a fast past. You gripped his dreads in one hand ashe curls his fingers to hit your spot once again.

“Fuck yess!” youscream feeling so close, you were almost there.

“Cum for mebabygirl, gimme that shit.” His words were more than enough to bring you to theedge. Your back arched as you moaned loudly, you could feel your wallstightening around his fingers. Erik lapped up your release, a deep growl camefrom his throat.

“So fuckin sweet.I’d eat you all day everyday if I could.” He kisses his way up your body as youpanted in exhaustion finally reaching your lips. He kissed you deeply dippinghis tongue in your mouth. You moaned as you tasted yourself on his tongue. Hereleases you from his mouth and looks you in the eyes.

“You likeyour reward?” you smiled.

“Yes, thankyou study buddy.”

[ohlukcs]

( alex wolff, male ) did you hear how LUKAS TOZER is applying to columbia university as a FILM & MEDIA STUDIES major ?! the 19 year old is living in the WALLACH HALL. i heard that they got in because they are + PASSIONATE and +THOUGHTFUL, but honestly i think HE can be -ASSUMING and -CYNICAL. they’re a real MAVERICK. oh well, only time will tell if the SOPHOMORE will make it til the end.

about the mun !!

hi hello my name is sam (she/her), im 22, and im a big fat mess at all times :) um but a lil more about me is that i’m australian and a recently graduated film student lmao. i’ve been rping for like ten years now i think idk but i am a NERVOUS BITCH !!!!!!! and it sometimes takes me forever to reply to things (ic and ooc) bc of that so pls be patient with me lmao. anyway, happy 2 be here !! if u like this post i’m gonna assume u wanna plot with me and my idiot and hit u up !!! lets mcfreakin lose it !!!!

about lukas !!

full name: lukas joshua tozer

nickname(s): luk-ass idk whatever u can come up with lmao

age: nineteen

gender: cis male

pronouns: he/him

hometown: jackson, new jersey

date of birth: nov 4th

occupation: student ( film and media studies, sophomore ), cook/server at a nearby 24hr pizza joint

relationship status: single

drink / smoke / drugs: yes / yes / yes

faceclaim: alex wolff

positive traits: passionate, thoughtful, creative, ambitious, untethered, humorous

negative traits: assuming, cynical, insensitive, rebellious, resentful, irresponsible

if he was in a hogwarts house: slytherin

now some more dot points that are just me talking about lukas !!

was born in fort lauderdale florida but there is a vERY low chance he will ever admit that, he’ll just say he’s from new jersey. as far as he’s concerned, he’s always been from new jersey even if his family did move there after he turned twelve

speaking of things lukas probably wont ever tell u but i’m including them anyway: his family is kind of messy. not majorly but like a little bit more than average. he had two brothers, now he only has one. i’m not gonna include a whole lot of nitty gritty here i’ll save it for when i write the real bio and can actually do it justice but its the reason they moved from florida and it has had a pretty major effect on lukas over time obviously

he’s the baby of the family and he’s pretty much always been treated like one. it has left him pretty immature and irresponsible. still learning that his actions have consequences and that he cant just be a total dick all the time. he’s improved in those areas a fair bit since he started at columbia a year ago but he still has a long way to go

he didn’t ever really expect to go to columbia, he’s from a middle class family and his dad didn’t even go to college. he applied for columbia just as a might as well give it a go thing. like maybe it will happen. they had a film course and although the course itself isn’t really great, the connections to the industry available at columbia were valuable enough for him to try. he was wait listed up until basically the last minute, preparing to go to a college in boston instead but when he was accepted he knew he had to go. for himself, for his family, and for his lost brother.

obviously irresponsible attitude has led to some Bad Decision Making including but not limited to partying and drugs. he doesn’t prioritise that lifestyle over his school work (bc he knows how lucky he is to be at columbia at all) but he is a big believer that you need to experience things to be a great artist and he plans on being the greatest artist so bad decision town here we come !!!!

he has a pet goldfish named michael bublé pls dont nark

for more info on him click here to check his about page, no bio there yet but hopefully soon

wanted connections babey !!

course friends/rivals/anything: i am writing these before acceptances happen so i have no good god damn idea if any other characters are film majors but hit me the hell up if they are bc i would love to plot some stuff out

old roommate(s) : lukas was probably an entertaining roommate but probably verged on annoying pretty easily. he’s messy, gross, probably didn’t respect the do ur fucking dishes rule in first year ( probs still doesnt tbh ). but he also has a password to every streaming account plus a phat hard drive full of movies and shows that he is absolutely willing to share with u so just depends what ur into i guess. maybe this connection led to friendship or maybe they hate each other now. im down for either/both 

dealer: hi welcome back to bad decision town. lukas isn’t into any hard stuff but is a big weed smoker (to my understanding medicinal cannabis is allowed but lukas def doesn’t have a prescription), then after that it’s kind of just experimenting. will chat more details if u wanna take this connection

booze leachers: so yes lukas is 19 but he has four, thats right, four fake ids. he is not willing to give u his contact for fake ids but he is willing to buy u booze if u pay him. dont hate the player hate the game

gang gang: pretty much just a close group of friends. i imagine all pretty relaxed, all pretty chill. idk what to say here except i want people to care about him and let him put on dumb movies and watch them with him and probably have dumb matching stick and poke tattoos and hog a communal tv to play mario kart but lets talk about it

fast food workers deserve respect too: as mentioned, lukas works at a 24hr pizza joint near campus which means he’s seen some shit. one of the things he’s seen multiple times is drunk student trashing the place. whether it be vomit, forgetting how to hold a cup, or bet try at a food fight lukas has seen it and he’s cleaned it up too. this connection could be that maybe he helped someone out and cleaned them up and got them back to campus when their friends ditched and now they look out for lukas too and its a positive connection. or maybe lukas hates their guts and spits on their food whenever they show up ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ who’s to say

hot girl bummer by blackbear: now listen here’s an angsty connection i want, and i def want to plot it out way more with whoever takes it on but basic outline of what i have in mind: they’ve kind of sort of been dating for a while but they’re just falling out of whatever they had to begin with. they were never official, they probs def fucked around with other people while they were ““““together”””””, lots of oh sorry ur taking it so seriously i thought we were just chilling bullshit. all of this girls friends probs hate lukas and he definitely hates them back. were probably once really good friends and had a really good time together but they’ve lost it. will they find it again or will it fizzle out? lets find out together xoxo

new girl(s) : i hate the connection title too but i couldnt think of anything better. we’re in bad decision town and now we’re going to thot street babey. since things have been falling apart with hot girl bummer and even before that lukas a little bit of a thottie. this doesnt mean he’s good at it, please also feel free for a part of this to be that they rejected lukas and he got butt hurt about it idk lukas being attracted to them is basically this whole idea and i would wanna plot the rest of it more depending on specific characters wooo

lukas is a bad influence: if u have gotten this far u may have noticed that lukas is not a very good influence at all. this is someone probs his age or younger that wants to loosen up and have a good time and lukas completely encourages that. bonus points if this connection is a combo with the above connection bc lukas is a gross boi and would be like wow listening to my bad ideas thats so sexy and cool of u ya know. but also doesnt have to be that ! could just be lukas thinks its funny and thinks that someone listening to him is just like good content that could get him on barstool

lukas is badly influenced: this is basic as hell but someone that tells him to leave his impluse control at the door and encourages him to be trash. probs older than him and i def see this as more of a masc connection than a fem but like all my plot ideas: lets talk about it. this one probs v much depends on ur character so gonna leave this one nice and short

lukas is good-ly (??????) influenced: also basic as hell and p much just the opposite of above. someone who is a good influence on lukas. encourages creativity and ambition instead of straight up recklessness. again, i see it as an older character but no gender seen here. a lot of this would be based around ur character so lets chat

michael bublé’s co parents: lukas has a goldfish named michael bublé (or just michael), i picture him having got it while high as heck during the day and just being like This Is A Good Idea. maybe ur character was with him and they were co parents from the start or maybbe they came into the picture later ??? i’m honestly down for whichever just give michael the love he deserves pls

and probably just about anything else these are just some ideas, i totally wanna plot further and brainstorm so please still hmu if none of these fit ur character we’ll plot something up !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[vennilavee]

One I Want

Pairing: bucky barnes x reader (college AU)

Summary: It’s Halloween, and you’re in for a scare.

Warnings: cursing, shitty writing

Word Count: 2784

A/N: OK so the moment I saw the words ‘Halloween’ my mind went straight to celebrating Halloween at college lmao. Also, ‘thirsty Thursdays’ is a term for when you can go out and drink without the worry/responsibility of early classes on Fridays. IDK if this is along the lines of what you wanted, anon! Hope this made you happy, though

Halloween was on a Thursday this year. Meaning that this year’s Halloweekend would be unparalleled to last year’s. A year that Halloween fell on Thirsty Thursday was an auspicious day, and you were fully prepared. You were hosting a pre-game at your apartment with your roommates and a few of your friends.

A few people would turn into more than just a few people, but you were prepared. You thrived amongst people- you loved hosting parties, attending parties, making friends,  introducing your friends to each other. You were friendly with almost everyone on campus. Your university was small and cozy, meaning that everyone knew of each other.

And everyone knew of your penchant for partying. As a newly turned twenty-one year old, you had decided that the world was your oyster. After all you could only be reckless once, right?

The apartment was decorated with black and orange streamers, bats hanging off the ceiling, and fairylights were strung across the white walls of your apartment. Trays of Jell-O shots and cases of beer were sitting on your tiny kitchen island, a long table was in your living room to play drinking games on. You had even mixed together a concoction of shitty vodka, and various sodas and flavorings to ease the burning of the shitty vodka.

You had always liked making drinks.

Your roommate was almost the opposite of you in every way imaginable. One of the few things you had in common was your enthusiasm for a good time. It’s what made you such good friends initially. Once you got to know each other outside of going out and being reckless, you realized that she was a great friend and so you had decided to become roommates with her during your final year of college.

“You’re being Jasmine again?!” She exclaimed as she emerged from her room, a mask resembling the masks from the Purge in her hand. She walked out in a white button up that was several sizes to big for her. You could see her black bralette peeking out from her shirt. 

“That’s princess Jasmine to you,” You informed her, “I don’t even know what you’re supposed to be.”

“I’m that dude from the Purge,” She slid the mask over her face, “24 hours, bitch. Watch out.”

“I’m quivering in fear,” You rolled your eyes. Your curly hair wasn’t long enough to put into a braid like Jasmine’s so you opted to leave it down. This was the third year in a row that you had decided to dress up as princess Jasmine. As much as you loved Halloween, you could never decide on a costume and always fell back on this one.

You connect your phone to your speakers, and the sounds of Drake burst out. Your apartment wasn’t huge. You and your roommate shared a bathroom but you had individual bedrooms. Your kitchen and living room space was combined. It wasn’t much, but it was purely yours, and that was enough for you.

A mixture of anticipation and excitement flutters around in your gut at the thought of spending the night with your closest friends.

“Wanna start drinking?” Your roommate asks you, already handing you a red solo cup full of the concoction you had made.

“You read my mind, boo,” You grin. And so, you and your roommate begin your drinking, waiting for your friends to join you.

Bucky likes being early to things. Being on time for him meant that he was late. Steve is the same way. Sam, however, was the reason why they were running late and he was the reason that Bucky was stewing in annoyance.

Steve had always been more patient with him. 

“Oh my god, Wilson, what the fuck! It’s Halloween not fuckin’ prom,” Bucky scowls in Sam’s direction.

“Nobody told you to wait for me, Buck,” Sam says with a roll of his eyes.

“You’re right,’ Bucky’s scowl disintegrates and he moves to put his shoes on, “I’ll meet you there.”

“No loyalty out here,” Sam mutters. Bucky leaves, shouting that he’s leaving to Steve, and grabs his mask before making his way over to your apartment.

You move rather sluggishly when you hear the knocking at your door. When you throw the door open, you’re met with empty air. You turn your head to peer down the hallway with a frown, not seeing anyone there. All of a sudden, a mask on a body appears in front of your face and the scream that rips from your throat is loud enough to shatter glass.

Bucky takes the mask off of his face as he doubles over in laughter, leaning against the wall. He can hardly get a word out before you slam the door in his face, your heart still racing.

God. You hate him. 

You open the door again, carefully this time, and you glare at him. 

“Really? Really? I fucking hate you,” Your hands are on your hips as you resist the urge to shout at him. He knows how jumpy you are and how easily you scare.

“I couldn’t resist,” Bucky says, “You make it so easy.”

“You’re an ass,” But your glare softens and you smile. 

“Why the fuck did you just scream bloody murder?” Your roommate asks, making her way over to you guys. You hand Bucky a cup of alcohol.

“This guy thought it would be funny to scare the shit out of me,” You inform her.

“Damn, I’m sad I missed it,” Your roommate sighs, “I guess we have all night, right?”

“Wow, screw both of you for tag-teaming me,” You deadpan, tossing your drink back and refilling your cup, “Where are Sam and Steve? And Natasha?”

“I dunno, you want me to check on Find my Friends?” He asks semi-sarcastically. 

Because if you asked him to move mountains for you, he’d try his best to move Mount Everest just so you’d be able to catch a glimpse of it. 

“No need to be sassy, Buck,” You say with a playful push of his shoulder, “Hey, how was your exam on Tuesday? You get my good luck text?”

“You’re probably my lucky charm, cause I think I did pretty well,” Bucky says, his blue eyes drilling into your brown eyes. You falter for a moment, unable to formulate a coherent thought in your brain.

“I’ll drink to that,” You manage to say, clinking your cup to his.

“You’ll drink to anything,” Bucky teases, “I’m nothing special.”

“You are, though. You are,” You say earnestly. You squeeze his forearm in reassurance. He thinks maybe you two are sharing a moment, by the way you’re gazing softly at him, your eyes wide with slight intoxication. 

He says nothing, though, because you’re bounding away from him, answering the door and enthusiastically welcoming all your friends inside. 

Soon enough, you pre-game is in full swing. Sam, Steve, and Natasha have arrived, engulfing you in warm hugs as you thrust drinks into their hands. You’re already tipsy by the time they get there, and they can tell. By your wide smile, your twinkling eyes, and the way your voice goes up a few notches. There is noise everywhere, the chattering of people, the bumping of the music, the exuberant yells as people are playing games. 

You play a round of beer pong with Natasha as your partner against Steve and Sam. Of course you lose, because you’re drunk and your aim is barely there.

You make your way to Bucky, who’s chatting with your roommate near the alcohol and snacks. Your roommate winks at you before pouring you another drink and shoving it into your hands. She leaves, waggling her eyebrows at you suggestively and you ignore her.

He looks nice, you decide. He always looks nice. Regardless of what he wears- neon green, bright blue, dark red, dark green, black. He always looks nice.

“Jasmine again, huh?” Bucky asks, his smile infectious.

“Yeah, and?” You say defensively, crossing your arms against your chest. 

“And nothing. I like it,” He says softly, “You look pretty. Being a princess suits you.”

"I could be your princess,” You wink at him, trailing your finger up and down his arm.

“You wish, baby girl,” Bucky smirks at you. Despite all the chatter and noise all around you, all you can hear is him. All you can see is him.

You want to ditch going out for the night and ask him to stay in with you. But you bite your tongue. You don’t see your roommate doing shot after shot with Natasha, or Steve throwing drinks back with that guy who sits next to you in one of your psychology classes.

“Maybe I do,” You whisper, your smile fading. This flirting has been going on for weeks, maybe months now. It was fun in the beginning, but now it feels almost painful. Flitting around feelings that you know are there from your end. But you’re not sure they’re there from his end.

And you’ve just bared out your whole heart, your soul in front of him. Maybe he thinks you don’t mean it. 

Bucky knows that you mean it though. You are nervous, your hands playing with the sleeve of your blue crop top. Your brown eyes refuse to meet his and he wants to lift you chin up to meet his gaze, but he doesn’t.

Natasha pulls you away from Bucky, throwing Bucky a look with the quirk of her eyebrow. Bucky shrugs and makes his way over to Sam, ignoring anyone else around him.

The intensity of which you want Bucky scares you. You know it’s not just because you’re drunk. Well, maybe that’s enhancing it a little bit. You just want him around you, always within arms reach. The flirting is absolutely killing you, and you want something more. Something real.

College was stupid, you rant to Natasha in the bathroom as she’s fixing her make up. She’s dressed as the duchess Anastasia, from during the Romanov dynasty. You always tell her that she has a slight resemblance to the pictures you’ve seen of the duchess and she tells you that you’re imagining things. But hey, her last name is Romanoff. That can’t be a coincidence right?

“College is stupid, boys are stupid, and I’m the stupidest of them all.”

“You are so dramatic,” Natasha rolls her eyes, “Just tell him how you feel.”

“At what cost, Nat? At what cost?” You sigh dramatically. You don’t want to risk your pride over it.

“Well, that’s a solid argument,” Natasha deadpans, “This is killing you. Just say something. I promise if he doesn’t feel the same way, he won’t make it weird.”

You nod. Natasha and Bucky had dated briefly, back in freshman year. It lasted all of three months before they mutually ended it. You hadn’t been friends with them during that time. Somehow, they were still friends which had always been fascinating to you. Since it wasn’t often that exes could work out their differences and be friends.

You can’t imagine your life without either of them. And they know it. You know it, too.

It’s getting late by the time you check your phone for the first time in hours. It’s about time that you all should be heading out to the bar.

But right after you make the announcement for your friends to leave to catch the special at the bar, you realize that your roommate is drunker than you thought she was.

She’s head first in the toilet and you are tying her hair back with your hair tie as you rub her back soothingly. The sounds of her throwing up fill your ears and you try to block out the stench of her vomit, knowing that it’s worse for her than it is for you. 

You flush the toilet for her and hand her a cup of water to rinse her mouth with. She’s mumbling apologies, her limbs loose as she clings to you but you don’t mind. How many times have you both done this for the other?

When you exit the bathroom with your roommate draped around you, you’re glad that everyone has made their way out of your apartment. Suddenly, you’re exhausted, and the thought of going out isn’t so tempting anymore. 

Bucky is sitting on your couch, scrolling through his phone. He looks up when he sees you and you beam at him, touched that he had waited up for you.

“Give me a minute? Lemme just put her to bed,” You say. 

By the time you’ve changed your roommate, placed a glass of water and some Advil next to her on her nightstand, you’re exhausted. But you’re giddy, that Bucky is out waiting on your couch for you. 

Maybe he’ll stay.

“Is it bad that I don’t even feel like going out anymore?” You murmur as you sit next to him, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“I thought you love Halloween?” He teases.

“I do, I’m just tired,” You say with a yawn, “So tired.”

“Me too,” Bucky agrees with you. 

You look up at him curiously, “You don’t want to celebrate being done with exams?”

“I am celebrating,” He says without missing a beat, “I’m with you, aren’t I?”

“Okay, Romeo,” You roll your eyes with a smile, “Wanna stay here with me?” 

“You want to skip out on going out? Who are you?” Bucky pokes your cheek and you glare up at him.

“Don’t be mean. Just cause I like going out doesn’t mean anything,” You say defensively, pulling away from him, “I’m still a person.”

“I’m just teasing, princess,” Bucky says quickly. Your glare melts away the moment you see the earnest look in his eyes.

“Wanna watch a movie with me?” You ask, rising to take him into your bedroom.

“Only if it’s a Saw movie, if you cuddle with me, and if I get to kiss you when you decide you don’t want to watch anymore.”

“Jokes on you, cause I love scary movies.”

“You’re scared by everything, though.”

“So? I can’t like scary movies?”

You take his hand in yours, your fingers threading through his, and bring him into your bedroom. You pop your head into your roommate’s bedroom, making sure she’s okay, before walking into your bedroom.

You’re lounging on your bed, in your pajamas and your face free of make up as you wait for Bucky to join you. You have the movie ready to play on your laptop. 

He sits next to you on your bed, leaning back against the headboard.

“Comfy?” You ask. He nods and you un-pause the movie, letting the sounds fill up your room.

You’re hardly paying attention to the movie, though. Your mind is wandering to thoughts of the man next to you. You don’t want to play games with him anymore. Nat is right, you decide.

Your hand floats over to his, stroking it lightly. You notice him tense up a little before relaxing. He glances over to you but your face is mostly stoic, besides the small up-turn of the corners of your mouth. You drape your legs over his, so that you’re almost in his lap but not quite. 

“Tell me this isn’t just in my head, Bucky,” You murmur. Your heart feels like it’s going to burst out of his chest and he can probably hear your pulse quicken.

“What’s not just in your head?” He tilts his head, looking at you. So fuckin’ clueless.

“This,” You say simply, “The flirting, the touches, all of it.”

“Well, what is it in your head?” Bucky asks. You want to scream. He’s being so difficult.

“You are so infuriating, Bucky Barnes,” You murmur. Your brown eyes meet his and your fingers find your way through his hair.

“Yeah? What you gonna do about it?” He murmurs, pulling you into his lap. You shrug with small smile and lean down towards him. You decide to just fuck it and lean down further, your lips ghosting over his. He’s breathing the same air that you are, he can feel the small puffs of breath that you are exhaling onto him. He leans up and captures your lips in his.

The whole entire dramatic build-up to this moment is worth it, you think. The world could explode from outside your bedroom and you wouldn’t hear it. All you can hear and feel is Bucky- Bucky’s hands gripping your waist and pulling you down to hm, Bucky’s soft lips molding against your own, Bucky’s nose as he’s caressing you tenderly, Bucky’s whispers of how you are the girl of his dreams in your ears.

Everything, everything, is Bucky and that’s something you’re content with.

tags: @coal000 @hottrashformarvel

[devilsbound-a]

*ﾟ· ˚  ✧ wolfie zaharov ⁞ ❛ devil in me.  /  introduction.

what’s up sluts ! admin fox here with yet another blog & yet another character .... if we’ve never met before, damn ya lucky ! but anyways lmao i’m fox, i’m twenty years old ( twenty-one next month woop woop ) and my pronouns are she/they but really whatever u wanna use is fine. this muse is kinda old but i’ve never played him in a group setting so i’m really excited to throw my garbage son into the world ! if you’d like to plot with wolfie, just give this post a ♡ or message me !

pro tip: add /mobile to the end of my url so it is easier to read !

⋆ ◦ ° ☾ matthew daddario + cis male + he/him — have you met wolfgang ‘wolfie’ zaharov? they are a twenty-eight year old known around town as the dirtbag. they currently work for the savages as a pimp, though they are also a preacher. they are a bisexual scorpio, which means they are amicable + hard-working, as well as selfish + untrustworthy. all black clothing. shaky tattoos. rosaries laying over chest hickeys. 

*ﾟ· ˚  ✧ wolfie zaharov ⁞ ❛ devil in me.  /  history.

wolfie is ajax anderson’s oldest kid ( that people know of lmao ), and he was raised by the man. his mother abandoned him with his dad when wolf was just two months old, being a drug-addict stripper that certainly wasn’t looking for the responsibility of raising a child; wolf has no memory of his mother, and the only information he has of her is the name on his birth certificate. 

ever since he was a teenager, ajax always raised wolfie to be his heir, to follow his father’s footsteps and to, one day, run the town’s local brothel. wolfgang was never interested in it, actually. for as long as he could remember, wolfie was always disgusted by his dad’s actions. he hated the life of crime, hated that his father was running a brothel, hated the gang running the town. 

wolfie’s version of teenage rebellion was to join the local church. he swore celibacy and to uphold God’s words when he was just seventeen, being one of the youngest preachers in town. wolf spent a couple of years traveling the world to spread the word of god after that, and the time away from his family and his town only made him realize the mistake he had made. 

deep down, wolfgang has always been amoral with a penchant for trouble. as he stood in front of a packed church reciting the bible, all wolfie wanted to do was hang out with the cute guy from the bakery next door and smoke some weed. he drowned his personal demons for years, denying his own pleasures because that was what he was taught to do. about five years ago, however, he simply couldn’t do it anymore. 

wolfie came back to valdez about eight years ago, and at one point he simply broke. he came back to his father with his tail between his legs, begging for a job and some comfort. it was balthazar’s idea that he kept his day job as the town’s preacher: despite his wrongdoings wolf is still a very religious man, and balthazar caito saw advantage in having some good blackmail material on the local church in case he ever needed it. 

*ﾟ· ˚  ✧ wolfie zaharov ⁞ ❛ devil in me.  /  personality.

wolf is... an ass. he does only what he wants to, either it be having sex with strangers, beating someone in a bar fight or nearly overdosing on a friday night. he has no impulse control, and doesn’t care how his actions may affect the people around him. 

despite his infidelity when it comes to romantic relationships, wolfgang is loyal to the core when it comes to everything else, which is why he didn’t leave the savages when his father did. wolfie started our with the savages, he intends on dying with ( and for ) them.

he can be pretty arrogant too--- wolfie knows he’s a hot mess, but he’d rather focus on the ‘hot’ than the ‘mess’. 

will probably hit on you. and your sister. and your dad. and your mom. 

he’s still a good shoulder to cry on, if you need. during his years as a preacher wolfgang became a pretty good therapist, and he still gives off advice to anyone who may come to him. ( he’s the definition of ‘do as i tell you not as i do’. )

*ﾟ· ˚  ✧ wolfie zaharov ⁞ ❛ devil in me.  /  appearances.

he’s 6′5, with a mess of dark curly hair he hardly ever brushes. 

always with a scruff bc he’s too lazy to shave everyday, though he never lets it turn into an actual beard. 

he has a bunch of tattoos, none of them very well done. most of his tattoos are black and white and can easily be considered doodles. usually only gets a tattoo when he’s plastered. 

wolf has a silver nose ring on the left nostril, but he doesn’t wear it too often anymore. 

dresses in mostly black or dark clothing; he’ll put on a leather pant whenever he’s trying to get fucked but usually he’s in slacks and a black button down. 

*ﾟ· ˚  ✧ wolfie zaharov ⁞ ❛ devil in me.  /  plots.

a best friend — more like a confidant, the one person that gets to see wolf with his guard down; probably one of the few people in town that doesn’t underestimate him.

a childhood friend — wolfie left town at eighteen, and he also left this person behind. maybe they had a lot of plans of moving away together, of escaping life in a small town and becoming somebody together in the big city; instead, frank walked away in the first chance he got and abandoned this muse without second thought.

an ex — they dated for around two years, maybe even lived together for a while ? either way it ended horribly because wolf just couldn’t keep it in his pants.

a friend with benefits — wlf doesn’t do exclusive relationships very well, but he’s great in the sex department; this character would know that well, since he is constantly hitting them up for some fun with no strings attaches. 

an enemy — maybe they had beef before wolfie moved away, maybe they just met. either way, thy are constantly butting heads, maybe even brawling a couple of times.

a hate-sex type of fling --- they hate each other for some reason, can never be in the same room without screaming at each other. that is, until they’ve had a couple of drinks and end up sleeping together as often as they fight.

a protective friend --- wolf definitely doesn’t have his shit together. maybe this person doesn’t either, but that doesn’t stop them from caring for wolfie like the mother he has never had. 

workers --- wolfie currently runs his father’s old brothel. maybe some of the escorts work for him ? we could always add more to this plot, maybe wolfie is also a regular client, maybe the escort hates his guts, maybe they feel protected by him.

a neighbor — maybe they get along, maybe they hate each other with the passion of a thousand suns. who knows ?

a roommate --- wolfie is probably the worst roommate ever; he’s constantly bringing strangers home at late hours, he drinks and do too many drugs in the living room, probably doesn’t know how to clean up after himself. he makes really good food and pays his part of the rent on time, though. 

a party friend — wolfie loves to go wild, and this person isn’t stopping him. in fact, quite the opposite, with the two constantly egging each other on.

a cuddle buddy — wolfgang is definitely a touchy person, and so is this muse. they are always pda’ing in public, though it’s very platonic for the both of them.

a partner in crime — wolfie is constantly up to no good. some nights it’s just sitting in a parking lot drinking his weight on vodka, some nights it’s nearly getting killed in a knife fight at the local bar. whatever it is, this person is always there to back him up.

a childhood best friend — this two were attached by the hip all throughout their childhood and teenage years. in the past couple of years they grew apart, and are now trying to light up that flame again; which creates several awkward hang out sessions and late nights of doing the weird stuff they used to do as kids.

[choerrypuffs]

i am about to

throw these fists

so hard at you anon

bitchy???? talentless????? oh my god anon the guts you have to say it

holy shit dude i am blown away lana, cat, and moon are literally the nicest fucking writers ive ever come across on literally any site???? also, do you not get that they are human like literally if you can get mad they can too theyre not supposed to be angels all the time.

and if you get mad/upset at them i dont know, you might be bitchy as well, no? if being upset is being bitchy, then bitch i might as well be the bitchiest motherfucker on this earth because of how upset i am rn at you anon

sigh

anw hi lana you dont deserve this i am so shocked at how people can still be so??? like its just a collab and if you think it's too selfish or self centered or whatever to do it amongst themselves then idk thats like a group project where the whole world can participate lmao

know that like 100000 more people are so happy because of the collab and not upset at it!!!!!!!!!

also, no, i sadly didn't wear anything to the cinema :( it'd be super weird here where i live

also???? there was this group of teens who came to watch right and they sat behind me and my roommate and naturally we assumed they were marvel fans but instead they???? kicked our goddamn seats and were on their phones the whole goddamn time liek??? hello what are you doign here i will throw my popcorn and can of sprite at you

SORRY FOR THE LONG ASK DIFHDFUKJ LOVE YOU LANA BYE <33

- ccsa anon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ccsa anon, we love you <3333333333333 thank you so so so much for your kind words!! we are all so appreciative of the support we've been receiving and for every hate message, there's always 1000 more kind ones 💕💕💕 i urge everyone to send cat as much love as possible since she's receiving the brunt of it!!

and yes i completely agree with you!! how does that anon expect us to respond politely after being bitchy to us first?? 😭 FSKDKL PLSSS YOU'RE NOT THE BITCHIEST MOTHERFUCKER ON THIS EARTH YOU ARE SO SWEET AND KIND AND FUNNY ILYSM

also how are we any different from the rest of the content creators that have closed collabs?? and besides all of this energy getting mad at us for doing a closed collab could be used towards making their own open collab

aw i'm sorry that you can't really dress up where you live :((( BUT IM EVEN SORRIER THAT YOU HAD TO DEAL WITH THOSE ANNOYING KIDS 😡😡😡 i HATE people like that in the movies the RAGE that burns inside me when it happens omfg !! i hope you did throw your popcorn and sprite!! no one would've been mad at you 😤

ILY2 DON'T APOLOGIZE I LOVE LONG ASKS!!!

[lavidademarimar]

~ Catch up on Praia, the first part of the story of Jack x Elena ~

~ Masterlist ~

Elena opened the door to her flat and it seemed no one was there. She rolled her suitcase into her room, and fell with a thud on her bed. Her phone vibrated. She grunted and took it out of her pocket. 

Jack: Did ye make it home all right?

“Does he have a GPS on me?” Elena wondered out loud. 

A knock on the door brought Elena back to reality. “Jell-o? You back?” a man’s voice came from the other side. 

“Yeah, come in! I’m here.”

Carlos, Elena’s roommate made his way into the room. He is also Venezuelan, and considerably taller than her. He hugged her and put his hands on her shoulders.

“You’re so fucking tanned. I’m so jealous.”

“The beach life is the best life. Shame we left home.”

“Yeah, but we escaped communism, so we kind of won.”

“True.”

He sat on the sofa in Elena’s room. “Did you just get in? How you feeling? Do you want to get fries and you can tell me all about your trip?”

“Give me an hour to shower. I should also unpack,” said Elena, pointing at her messy suitcase.

“I’ll go get the food and we’ll have it here,” Carlos said. 

“Ugh, even better. You’re the best.”

Carlos and Elena were the best of friends. They had been since 2006. Elena was sure Jack would hate his guts. 

“So, you’re dating a Scot that lives in London?” Carlos asked, sceptical. They were sat in their little dining room table.

“Pretty much,” said Elena, dipping a fry in Samourai sauce. 

“And in a couple of days his best friend is staying with us because he has work here?” Carlos really had no idea what was going on. Every new information made his question the entire trip, even more than Elena had done on the flight back.

“Yup.”

“I’m sorry. Did you get married and didn’t invite me? Because I will fucking lose it right now,” Carlos was dumbfounded. 

“Yeah, I guess when you say it like that it sounds weird,” Elena shrugged. 

The door to their apartment opened and a shorter man walked in. This is Andres, their other best friend.

“Hey! You’re back!” He walked over to Elena, gave her a kiss on the cheek and a hug. 

“No, dude, and wait until you hear what she has to say. She got married in Portugal and didn’t invite us.”

Andres grabbed a chair and sat next to them. “What?”

“I’m seeing this guy,” said Elena. 

“What?”

“I met a Scot in Portugal and we had two weeks of fantastic sex. We didn’t want to leave it, so we’re going to try and see if we can manage seeing each other.”

“Yes, that will most definitely work,” said Andres, deadpan, not believing a word Elena said, standing up and grabbing a beer from their refrigerator.

“What makes you believe he doesn’t have a girlfriend back in London?” asked Carlos.

“He’s the insanely jealous type, so I doubt he likes to share with anyone. This includes himself.” The words came out of her mouth before she could truly grasp what she was doing. Elena had been surrounded by boys her whole life, and they always got possessive about her. These boys, their group from high school, were the worst. By saying Jack was the jealous type, he immediately became a target. 

“Oh god, Elena, seriously? Are you going out with a prick? Again? Can we let you go on holiday in peace?” Andres shook his head, annoyed.

“Let me guess, Olivia encouraged this,” said Carlos with a hint of disdain. Those two had dated in Venezuela before everyone went their separate ways, and it didn’t end very well. 

“She would have actually married me if Lucy hadn’t intervened,” Elena laughed. 

“His best friend is coming next week and staying here with us,” Carlos announced to Andres, who clearly did not approve of everything he had heard for the last hour. 

“Guys, I have absolutely no faith in this, okay? I honestly don’t think this is going to work, but he’s great and the sex is amazing, so if I can get some regular dick without the commitment of having to see someone once a week, I’m going to take it.”

“I am absolutely unconvinced. When is he coming to introduce himself?” Carlos asked. 

“I told him I’d tell him when he could come. I wanted to settle back into my real life before he’d show up.”

“A sensible choice,” said Andres.

After what felt hours of Judgement Day, Elena was finally on her bed, naked. Summer in Brussels was awful, and the heat unbearable. She was glad she’d bought a fan when they were still cheap and that made it less horrible. She was reading on her iPad when her phone vibrated again. She knew who it was.

Jack: Birdie, I haven’t heard from ye all day. Are ye okay?

She had another one that made her giggle.

Tom: Mate, could you please just tell him you’re fine. He’s been making us miserable with his shitty mood. 

Elena: Joke’s on you for living with him. 

Tom: Fuck off! 

Elena: I dare you to tell him I replied to your messages but not his. 

Tom: No thanks. I need to be alive next week. I hope you’re cleaning the sofa I’ll be sleeping on. 

Elena: Yes, I hope you’re keeping the allowance they gave you because you’re taking me out to dinner.

Tom: of course, love. I’ve the money on me. I arrive Thursday morning. 

Elena: fantastic, just in time to mingle with the young adults and get drunk at Plux. 

Tom: Plux?

Elena: You’ll see what I mean. Let’s talk tomorrow. I’m going to reply to your friend now. 

Tom: See you soon xx

Elena: Hey, made it home okay. I was catching up with Carlos and Andres. How was your day?

The phone vibrated almost immediately. 

Jack: This is yer roommate and your neighbour, no?

Elena: Yes. Best friends from school. 

Jack: My day was less than thrilling. Coming back to this fucked weather made me miss Portugal already. 

Elena: How’s settling in with your new flatmates?

Jack: I have no idea why the bloody fuck I thought this would be a good idea for all of us. 

Elena: LMAO that well?

Jack: I am going to murder Harry before the year is over. Remember this.  

Elena: you’ll go to jail :(

Jack: would ye miss me?

Elena: who would I tell that I’m naked right now in my empty double bed?

Jack video-called Elena. She picked up.

“Very smooth. Very very smooth,” said Elena laughing loudly.

“Let me see ye, please.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t want you to get used to this happening every night,” she said sternly.

“Birdie, please,” his voice begging made Elena close her thighs to create a bit of friction but was cut off by a muffled sound that came from Jack’s door and some banging. 

“What’s that?” Elena asked. 

Jack let out an exasperated sigh. “Let me show you.”

Jack switched the camera and the door opened to reveal Harry with a bottle of wine in his hand, wearing nothing but boxers.

“Mate, what are you doing? Come drink with us.”

“I’m on the phone.”

“Who are you talking to? Is it Elena?! BIIIIIIIRDIEEEEEEEEE!!!” Harry screamed, grabbed the mobile and left Jack’s room. “How are you? How was your flight back? Are you knackered? Boys, say hi to Elena!” Harry was bubblier than usual. How he always managed to have that amount of energy was beyond Elena’s belief.

Fionn waved and laughed at how angry Jack was behind Harry. 

“I’ve spoken with her today, I don’t need to see her again,” said Tom.

“Hey, Thomas, I resent your tone,” said Elena, stifling laughter. 

“Sorry, love. I don’t want to get sick of you. I’m spending a week with you next week.”

“True.”

Harry whined. “I’d forgot Tommy gets to see you next week! When am I going? Why are you ignoring me? Why is Tom your favourite?”

Elena laughed. She knew Harry loved to push Jack’s buttons and he was unbelievably successful doing so. “I am not ignoring you! I’m talking to you right now. Tom is my favourite because he’s not bloody drunk all the time screaming ‘More wine!’ every five minutes.”

Harry put his hand on his chest, acting as if he were hurt. “Mate, that fucking Portuguese wine is delicious.”

“Harry, mate, could I please have my phone back?” Jack was seething. 

“Yeah, yeah, it’s fine. See you soon, love. If you don’t tell me when I can go, I’ll just show up at your doorstep. I’m sure Jacky would love it.”

Elena shook her head. “Jacky can love whatever he wants. You’re his friend, not mine, babe. It’s his poor choice in friendships being judged here, not mine.”

The boys laughed loudly. 

“You see why I love her? See you soon.” Harry handed the mobile back to Jack, who ripped it from his hands and locked himself up in his bedroom. 

“Why did you move in with them? You can afford a place of your own,” Elena laughed. She didn’t understand why Jack insisted on torturing himself like that in the first place. He loved his uni mates but he was very much his own person at that point, being the oldest of the bunch. 

“I know, but I spent a lot of my savings in Shanghai, so I want to get that money back and then get me a place of my own.”

“Ah, the expat bubble. A true gem,” said Elena, deadpan.

Jack laughed. “I miss yer smart mouth.”

“Where do you miss it?”

Jack coughed. “What?”

“Where do you miss my smart mouth?” Elena repeated. She turned on her pink nightlight, an IKEA cheap purchase that made her room look like a weird 80s porn movie. She flipped the camera so Jack could see her body. “I could show you where I miss your mouth,” Elena said as she caressed her thighs and moaned softly. 

He stood up and locked his bedroom door before making his way onto the bed again. 

“I don’t want to risk Harry coming in to me wanking to ye,” huffed Jack.

Elena laughed. “You don’t have to apologise for that, babe. Now… where were we?”

“Show me where ye miss me.”

“Well, my boobs don’t really miss you because they can move freely now, so I won’t show you those.”

Jack laughed. “Best pillows in the world. How do ye make Skype sex funny and arousing?”

“I am a girl of many talents, as you know.”

“Show me yer talents. Touch yerself.”

“Where?”

“Ye know where.”

“I think you’re going to have to… guide me…” her voice trailed off and Jack started grunting. 

“Circle yer clit.”

“I want to see your cock now.”

“Yer wish is my command.” Jack flipped the camera and he was already naked from the waist down. His member hard just by the sound of Elena’s voice. 

“Ughhhhh hi babyyyyy I miss you so much already. My mouth is not the same without you in it.”

Jack laughed and squirmed as precum leaked out of him. “How the fuck do ye manage to turn me on so much?”

“I want to see you wanking. I don’t want to see your cock by itself if I’m not there taking care of it.”

Jack started pumping himself and Elena teased him until both released in a calm but necessary orgasm. Skype sex would never be the same thing. 

“I miss ye already.”

“Yeah, I know.”

Jack sighed. “Yer regretting it already, aren’t ye?”

“Why do you think you can read me like an open book?” Elena said defensively.

“Because ye are.”

“I just don’t see it working out.”

Jack sighed again. “Birdie, why don’t we try one day at a time? We’ll be fine. Just… don’t overthink it.”

Elena sighed. “Good night, Jack.” 

She hung up. 

Jack had forgot he had made a mess earlier and stood up to clean himself up. After changing and a cold shower, he unlocked the door to his room and faced his new flatmates, who were in a circle, laughing and drinking the wine Harry had brought back. As soon as they saw his face, Harry stood and got another glass of wine. Jack sat next to him and shook his head. 

“It’s okay, mate. I’ll talk to her when I see her,” said Tom. 

“Mate, you knew it wasn’t going to be easy, knowing how she is,” said Fionn. 

“One day at a time, mate. She’s the most challenging bird you’ve been with to date, but don’t worry. We’ll help you get on and be victorious!” Harry put his arm around Jack’s shoulders and gave him a kiss on his temple. 

For a minute, Jack had remembered why he had decided to move with his mates. 

Day one back had proved challenging already, and he wasn’t going to Brussels for another two weeks.

NEXT: Casablanca Picnics

A/N: This would be the first instalment of the Praia sequel. I’m not really sure how many parts it will be, even though I have a general idea where I want to take the story. Let me know what you thiiiiiink :) <3