#pitbulls are a girl’s best friend

[okieapache70]

[leche-flandom]

My poor baby

Surgery went well and she'll get her cast off next week yay

[psychomorphary]

They say pitbulls are evil dogs that will rip out your throat.

But Thena is the sweetest dog I've ever met. She's also my best friend.

[eilishsmuse]

the way you move on the floor

— sorority president!billie eilish x sorority president!fem reader

context. both billie and you finally meet at a SAE party after being busy with all the rushing season going on. as the night goes on, it turns out that you and the pi phi president have a lot more in common than you thought. the two of you spend the rest of the night partying, drinking, dancing, and chatting. making a deal.

cw. drinking, drugs, partying, typical frat boys, swearing, mentions of throwing up, billie is literally the biggest flirt on campus but reader is an even bigger flirt, explicit content, soft billie, lowk romantic, cutoff smut (sorry not sorry)

soundtrack. i like it – enrique iglesias ft pitbull

Finally.

After what seemed like the longest two weeks of your life, the 2024 rushing season was finally over.

Bid Day was a hit, and you congratulated all your new sisters to Delta Gamma. After all the bumping of eager girls and accepting them into the Greek life of UCLA, you could finally wind down.

Being a Big to everyone for tonight, you decided to let all your girls in the chapter know that it was time for a night out over at SAE. As a Big you were supposed to set a standard for the underclassmen, but that 'standard’ was thrown out the window a long time ago.

Plus, you technically 'did' set the standard for them. Have fun and get drunk with your friends.

Right now, you were playing beer pong against one of the newest members of your sorority.

Kaylor? Kayla? Her name started with a K, but you both were pretty buzzed, and if you said either name, you were sure she wasn’t going to care.

As you were drinking out one of the cups, out the corner of your eye, you spotted Billie Eilish, Pi Phi’s new president for this year’s chapter.

You didn’t get to meet her the past few weeks because of all the chaos of rushing and all that.

Billie was well known around campus and even when she got to UCLA as a freshman, there were already rumors she was going to be the president for Pi Phi later on. She was also known for just being hot.

And that she was.

She was also known for just being a natural flirt with everyone on campus.

Rumor has it that she hookups with rich closeted sorority girls. But then again, just a rumor…

As the alcohol settled in your stomach, you could already feel the potent drink do its work, as your worries were all of a sudden off your mind.

"Fuck. I knew I should've pulled trig tonight."

Your tone was full of annoyance and regret. You then heard your VP, Leah, laugh from beside you.

"I literally told you three times before we left the house."

Leah has been your best friend ever since you got to UCLA, and the two of you went through multiple rushes together your freshman year before you two decided to stick with DG. She's basically been your ride-or-die throughout all of college.

"Oh shit, it's Billie."

Leah pointed out, leaning back a little behind you to get a better look at Billie, nearly stumbling over at how far she was leaning back, "You think the rumors are true?"

You then turned to look at Billie as she held a drink in her hand and chatted to a bunch of blondes who laughed at whatever she was saying with the biggest grin on her face.

"Too controversial to answer."

Leah just laughed and took her turn to throw the ping pong ball, "You need to talk to her. You're both the new presidents."

Billie took a drink out of her plastic red cup, not caring that there was definitely way too much alcohol in there, but that's how she always liked it. She was on her 3rd cup at this point and had already lost count of how many shots she's had.

She was having a conversation with Sasha, one of her closest friends and a member of the sorority, when she suddenly felt her friend's hand on her shoulder, grabbing her attention.

"Is that the new president of DG? Hopefully she isn't like Grace. Fucking bitch."

She rolled her eyes as the name 'Grace' passed through her friend's lips, and she looked in the direction where her friend's gaze was directed at. Grace was last year's president, and just an all around snobby-bitch.

Billie was leaning against the wall and watching your sisters play beer pong with you, a cup in your hand.

"Who's that next to her?" Billie asked, trying to get a better look.

"Leah. Her best friend. Also the new VP this year for DG but she's more down to earth and chill." Sasha explained.

"Hm," Billie hummed, still staring at you from a distance, noticing how much you seemed to be talking to your best friend during the game.

"Is she single?"

Sasha rolled her eyes, already knowing where this was going.

"Dude," She groaned, sipping from her drink. "Do you have to flirt with every girl that shows up on campus?"

"Hey," Billie held up her free hand in defense as she downed the rest of her drink and set it down on the nearby ledge, pushing herself away from the wall.

"I'm just making conversation." She winked at her best friend as she started walking forwards in your direction. The alcohol was starting to get to her head as usual, as a small smirk tugged on her lips.

As Leah tried to practice her throw, you looked back towards Billie's direction to see her approaching the two of you, making you double take and widen your eyes.

Immediately hitting Leah on the arm to signal her, only causing the ping pong ball to fly out of her grip.

"Dude!"

You turned at Leah's dramatic tone to see the ping pong ball roll away from the table and get trampled by the dancing crowd. A wince leaving your lips and turning to her, "Sorry."

Leah turns away from you and to the little's across from the table.

"Number one rule! Never distract your partner when it's their turn!"

You furrow your eyebrows at Leah's passive-aggressive tone and roll your eyes, tapping her again. Leah turned over to you again in annoyance.

"Billie's coming."

A small 'Shit' was mumbled from Leah's lips as she tried to make herself look presentable.

Which was not happening.

The two of you were completely buzzed and not appropriately prepared to meet the other sorority's president.

Billie had a smirk on her lips, watching as the ball went flying across the room and the way Leah was yelling, causing her steps to quicken.

She was only a few feet away from you when finally approaching you both.

"Hey." She said, casually leaning against the table, arms crossing and watching as Leah tried to 'act normal'.

Her eyes then flickering over to your form, a smirk still on her lips.

"You're Y/N right? The new president for DG?"

"Billie! Hi!"

Your voice was nice and sweet. You extended your clammy hand out to shake Billie's hand.

"That would be me, yes. It's nice to finally meet you! Rushing was more hectic than I thought it'd be this year."

There was a kind smile on your lips as you spoke, not letting the alcohol that you'd consumed so far phase you. Leah, on the other hand, was still oblivious to Billie being in front of you and still applying her lip gloss.

Sneaking a hand behind your back to hit Leah on her thigh to stop doing whatever she was doing.

Billie took your hand and shook it, noting how soft the skin on your hand was.

She chuckled, still holding onto your hand even after the handshake was done. She was also definitely checking you out, her eyes roaming up and down our body.

"I feel you dude, it's my first year being pres so I'm surprised I survived." Billie joked, letting go of your hand and now wrapping one of her hands around the side of her own hip.

Her gaze moved over to Leah quickly and silently observed your friend for a moment.

She was too busy applying on more lip gloss, completely unaware of Billie's presence and how much time she was taking.

"Who's your friend? She seems...busy."

You turned halfway to Leah to see her drunken state, whipping your head back to Billie with a half smile. Hitting Leah on the arm to signal her to stop putting on her fucking lip gloss.

"This is Leah, my VP this year."

Billie let out a chuckle as she watched you try to get your VP's attention off what she was doing. Seeing her finally snapping out of it and look up.

"Hey," Leah said, a small smile growing on her lips as she noticed Billie next to you.

"Hey," Billie gave a friendly greeting, waving at Leah for a moment.

She had seen Leah from across the room earlier and now up close, she was almost as pretty as you. It was easy to tell that the two of you were close.

"Congrats on being VP this year." Billie said, now putting both hands on her hips.

"Thanks."

There was a sudden, uncomfortable silence, the music being the only thing being heard as you all looked at each other silently.

You cleared your throat and turned to Leah, grabbing her arm and turning to Billie.

"Maybe Leah should meet your new VP?"

Billie's eyes watched as you grabbed Leah's arm, and she hummed in thought for a moment.

"Yeah...sure. Sasha's over there by the wall."

Billie pointed over to the direction where her VP was standing, sipping slowly on her drink as she talked to other members of the sorority, her eyes quickly meeting Billie's as soon as she noticed where her gaze was directed at.

"Cool!"

You gave Leah no time to protest against the idea and nudged her over toward Sasha, leaving Billie and you alone. A soft smile formed on your lips as you looked at her, her blue eyes becoming very intimidating for some weird reason,

"So…"

Billie turned her gaze back to you, the smirk never leaving her lips as her eyes lingered on your features for a moment.

"So," She repeated, still having one hand wrapped around her hip and the other still resting on the table. "How you holding up so far?" She asked, knowing damn well you had both probably been drinking more than necessary.

She tilted her head to the side slightly, a hum leaving her lips as she was waiting for your response.

She was silently studying your body language, her eyes glancing from your face to your chest for a brief moment and back up.

"A little overwhelmed. But honestly excited nonetheless for this year."

Good Y/N. Play it cool.

"What about you?"

Now it was your turn to tilt your head at her and give her a small grin, taking a swig of your drink.

Billie chuckled and nodded for a moment before mirroring the action and taking a sip of her cup as well.

"I'm a bit overwhelmed myself, to be completely honest. But I'm excited for this year too.”

She let out a weary sigh jokingly, her eyes never leaving yours.

Her gaze then lowered again to your figure, this time it seemed like she was studying you a bit more closely. Seeing the way your jean shorts hugged your body perfectly around your hips and thighs and how the top you wore showed off your cleavage just slightly.

You nodded at her statement with an all knowing smile, looking around the crowded frat party. Red cup still in hand as your eyes scanned the party, settling on a guy you used to hang around with.

Your eyes immediately widening as his tall frame walked over to you with a smile. His framed dazzled in his UCLA polo unbuttoned slightly paired with a pair of blue Lululemon shorts and with his ruffled blond hair.

“Oh god, help me.”

Muttering it quickly out your lips and quickly shimming your way into Billie’s arms, grabbing her arms and wrapping them around your waist. Wrapping your around her shoulders and looking up at her as if she was saying something interesting.

“Just go with it.”

Billie was taken by surprise as you suddenly wrapped her arms around your waist and pulled her against you. Her eyebrows furrowed for a moment in confusion but she didn't struggle against it, instead allowing herself to get pulled into your warmth.

She was about to question what you were doing until you suddenly spoke.

"Just go with it."

Not knowing what you were on about, her head turned so she could glance over her shoulders, seeing the guy that you were worried about coming closer.

"Got it." She replied in a whisper.

“What do you think people would think about this? Being two presidents and all?” You say in a fake but evident seductive tone, caressing Billie’s neck with your french tipped nails. Trying to let Aaron know to just walk away.

Looking up at Billie with a hungry look that you only use when you want something.

Billie stayed composed as best she could, watching the guy for a moment before her eyes flicked back to your face, feeling your nails graze her exposed neck.

She swallowed the lump in her throat, noticing how hungry you looked, almost as if you were about to devour her. Her breath hitched slightly in her throat and she tried to form words.

"I don't think… most people would care…" Billie said, glancing down at your lips for a brief moment, realizing how much shorter you were to her.

“I’d hope not,” You whispered on Billie’s lips glancing over her shoulder to still see Aaron there. Rolling your eyes but so only Billie could see it.

“Aaron hey!”

A fake, cheery tone seeping through your voice separating your hands off of Billie’s neck and resting them on her chest so you were still attached to her.

Billie's heart began to beat faster in her chest as she felt your hands move from her neck to her chest, and her breathing came out as sharper and quicker. She was fighting back the urge to stare down at how your hands were resting right by her cleavage.

She forced the smirk back on her lips, looking over to the guy who was now standing in front of you, his body language showing how he was annoyed and jealous.

"Hey, Y/N," He said, not even bothering to acknowledge Billie.

“Sorry I never called back,” You fake apologized with a frown, soothing your hands over Billie’s chest softly, “I got busy with rushing and everything.”

Looking at Aaron with an innocent look, he was a nice guy. He was hot and tall and athletic and rich, everything you could want in a guy, but he was bland in personality. Sex was good with him but definitely could be better.

Aaron kept his gaze focused on you, noticing how your hands were caressing the other girl's chest, something he had gotten so used to you doing to him. He didn't like the way you were touching her, but he stayed composed.

"Yeah, I saw the new girls around campus." He said, keeping his words short. He then eyed Billie, who had stayed silent up to this point.

"You look familiar, have I seen you somewhere before?"

Billie looked from you to Aaron for a moment and shrugged when he asked the question.

"Maybe around campus, I'm usually on campus a lot." She said, trying to keep her voice nonchalant as she felt your hands still moving over her chest. It was increasingly becoming harder for her to keep her cool.

“Billie here is the new Pres for Pi Phi. Isn’t that right Bils?”

Glancing your sweet eyes up to hers with a million dollar smile, your hands still on her chest which could feel her immense heart beat.

"Yep…" Billie said in response, glancing down at your hands for a moment as they continued to move across her clothed chest, and back up to your face.

She wasn't sure how much longer she could hold back the urge to press you up against the table behind you and kiss you senseless.

"How long have you known each other?" Aaron asked bluntly, his eyes still lingering on you and Billie.

You looked up at Billie expectantly so she could answer the question still giving her a soft smile, feeling her hands grip tighter at your hips.

Billie took a deep breath, trying to compose herself as you looked up at her with an expectant look on your face.

Her brain was becoming increasingly clouded as her hands continued to grip your hips tighter, noticing how small you felt under her grasp.

"Uh-" She began, clearing her throat slightly. "About a month now…yeah…"

She glanced over at Aaron, his facial expression hadn't changed, he was still looking at the both of you with slight annoyance.

"A month, huh?" He said, and crossed his arms against his chest, shifting his focus away from Billie and back to you. "We've been together for like…eight months."

"Hooking up, Aaron," You immediately butt in as the blond boy finished his sentence, "We've been hooking up for eight months."

Aaron's face immediately turned into a mixture of anger and hurt, he didn't expect you to say it out loud and in front of the other President no less.

He shot you a death glare, his eye narrowing slightly and his hands clenching into fists for a moment before he tried to regain his composure.

"Why not just give it another chance, sweetheart?" He tried to convince, ignoring Billie. "We were good together."

A flash of disgust spreads on your face for a millisecond at his pet name for you, immediately covering it up with a fake smile, patting hit chest with your hand softly.

"Goodbye, Aaron."

Sliding your hand off Aaron's chest slyly and taking Billie's hand in yours, leading her past the table and weaving through the crowds of students that danced. Halting in an instant, finding a spot on the floor and turning around to Billie, giving her an look of expectancy.

Billie was silently following beside you as you led her around the table, her hand interlocked with yours as you continued to weave your way through the crowds.

She could feel the way Aaron's eyes burned into the back of her head, knowing damn well he was pissed that you were now with her of all people.

When you halted in your tracks, Billie stumbled slightly before steadying herself, suddenly being spun around to face you, her eyes meeting yours, an expectant look on your face.

"What?" She asked with a laugh, noting the expectant look you had on your face

"I love this song," You replied with a smile, 'I Like It' by Enrique Iglesias blasted through the speakers that surrounded the fraternity house. People began jumping up and down to the music, yelling the lyrics to each other, or dancing with one another by swaying side to side.

Billie let out a low hum, listening to the beginning of the song for a moment, her eyes watching the people around her who were beginning to sing and dance. Some people were even grinding on each other.

She turned her attention back to you, a smirk on her lips as her eyes locked back onto yours.

"You wanna dance?"

A fake gasp left your lips as you laid a hand on your chest and an immediate smile formed on your lips, "Why I thought you'd never ask!" Looping your arms around Billie's neck and letting one of your hands bury itself in her soft, black hair.

Billie chuckled at your reaction, watching you dramatically gasp and pout before looping your arms around her neck. She could feel one of your hands weaving into her hair, and she subconsciously leaned into the touch.

Her own arms immediately wrapped around your waist, her hands resting just above your ass and pulling you closer to her so your hips were touching.

She let out a breathless laugh as she began to sway them together to the rhythm.

They remained at a gentle swaying motion for a while, Billie's eyes looking down at you as you pressed against her, your hips now touching firmly.

She was slightly taller than you which allowed her to look down at you pretty easily, her breath still coming out in quick pants, her hands still resting firmly around your waist, her grip being just tighter than it needs to be.

"You smell nice." She muttered suddenly, her eyes roaming over your features.

"Le Labo," You commented, not letting the way Billie's hands gripped your waist go unnoticed, flashing her a knowing smile. Looking into her blue eyes and realizing how easy it was to fall for anything she did, now fully believing in the rumors. You couldn't blame the girls though, especially with the way Billie had a way with her eyes.

You gripped her hair in the softest way that you could and leaned into her ear, "Are the rumors true?"

Pulling back away from her ear with a smirk on your lips and a tilt of your head, still continuing to sway your hips to the music.

Billie's heart beat a bit faster in her chest when you moved your head closer to her, her breath hitching in her throat to hearing your whispering voice question the rumors.

She leaned in close, her lips skimming the shell of your ear as she responded. "Which ones?"

Her eyes flicked down to your smirking lips before back up to your face, her hands still holding you by the hips, not letting you get too far away from her.

She continued to sway them together, keeping a steady rhythm as they danced to the music. Occasionally she would glance around them, noticing how a few eyes were on the both of you.

Most likely from the fact that two sorority girls, leaders of the schools sororities, were holding each other so closely and dancing so intimately with each other.

Billie didn't care though. She ignored how people's eyes lingered on them and kept her focus on you.

She hummed softly, her eyes now roaming over your face, taking in every small detail, how your hair was slightly messy from dancing, and the natural redness in your cheeks from the alcohol.

“Don’t play coy Eilish…” You teased with a smile, softening the grip you had on Billie’s hair.

Letting your eyes roam to her plump, pink lips that carried a soft look that was too inviting and enticing to the naked eye. You took in a sharp breath and looked back up into Billie’s eye with a shrug, “I don’t blame you, some of the girls from the other chapters aren’t all that bad.”

Billie chuckled at the way you teased her, hearing the way you spoke her last name, something about how you said it made her heart flutter.

Her gaze shifted back to your face, watching you look at her lips, her tongue darting out to moisten them as your eyes roamed over her features.

Her grip on your hips shifted, her hands now moving to your lower back, her hands splaying across the fabric of your top and resting right above your ass.

She rolled her eyes softly, amused by your comment.

"Oh really, you don't blame me?"

Her hands on your back began to wander, exploring the soft expanse of your skin under your shirt.

Her brain was becoming increasingly clouded as the alcohol and the sensation of you pressed up against her body began to overwhelm her. She could feel the heat from your body and it was making her head become hazy.

Her eyes were now fixated on your neck for a moment, noticing the way your skin glowed under the lights of the club. The urge to press her lips to the skin there nearly becoming unbearable.

Your heart began to beat out your chest and through every other part of your body, feeling every touch and look Billie give you, deep inside. Wetting your lips with a slow drag of your tongue across both lips, bitting your lips to restrain any feelings that were ready to fully pounce onto Billie.

Letting out a small chuckle and looking down at the necklace that rested on Billie’s chest, taking it in your hand and gently rubbing the cool metal.

“Y’know if you wanted to hook up, you could just ask?”

Billie chuckled breathlessly at your comment, her eyes following your tongue as it moved across your lips slowly. Her eyes darkened slightly as she watched your teeth bite into the sensitive skin before looking down at her necklace that was in your grasp.

She swallowed thickly as your fingers began to gently play with the metal of the chain wrapped around her neck.

Her own hands continued to move across your body, her fingers still tracing the lines of your spine. She could feel the heat growing in her stomach, burning with an all familiar want.

"Is that an offer?"

“Depends…”

Dropping Billie’s necklace back on her chest and trailing your hand on her chest and up to her neck, lightly scraping your french tipped nails on her soft, pale skin. Looking up into her beautiful blue eyes with a look she’s probably familiar with.

“What would you say?”

Billie's eyes fluttered shut briefly as your hand moved back up to her neck, her breath shuddering when you scraped your nails gently along her skin.

She shivered under your touch, her neck leaning into your palm slightly and her own hands now gripping your hips a bit tighter than before.

She let out a breathless laugh, opening her eyes to look back at you with a smirk. "You're gonna regret it if I agree to it."

A small laugh leaves your lips at her assumption before you licked your lips with a tilt of your head, narrowing your eyes in curiosity.

“Why would that be Billie?”

Billie bit down on her bottom lip, watching the way you licked your lips as you looked at her with a smirk. Her own eyes flicked over your features, her grip on your hips still holding onto you tightly, almost as if she was scared that you'd pull away from her.

She chuckled lowly as you tilted your head and looked at her with a curious look on your face. Her own eyes darkened as she looked down at you, her lips curving to form her smirk again.

"Because," she began, her breath coming out in pants. "You won't be able to walk straight tomorrow."

Your eyes widen in a sense of shock along with a laugh as you leaned your head into her chest, leaning back with a surprised smile. Closing your eyes for a few seconds to try and rid the dirty thoughts from your mind.

Opening your eyes to see Billie’s hungry gaze, “Okay then, let’s make a deal…”

Taking in a small breather and giving Billie a small, gentle smile.

“We hook up and I get to see if the rumors are true and you are as good as they all say, but if you aren’t then you have to live with the embarrassment. But if you do manage to make me not walk straight then you earn bragging rights.”

As you leaned your head into her chest, Billie chuckled at your shocked expression and laughed along with you.

Her hands still gripping your hips slightly as she watched you open your eyes, her expression slowly shifting to a look of need as she listened to your next words.

A smirk slowly formed on her lips as you gave her a smile but with a hint of a challenge. Her eyes darkened as she watched your face for a moment, listening to your words intently, her grip on your hips tightening slightly.

She nodded her head slowly, her eyes never leaving your face. "Deal."

Without warning you stopped the sway of your hips and let your hands leave Billie’s body, grabbing her hand in yours and guiding her through the party. Weaving through multiple students that were drunkenly dancing.

Finally reaching the door and bidding the president of the fraternity goodbye, Billie’s hand still in yours as she followed like a lost dog.

“Where’s your car?”

Billie followed you silently, her eyes roaming over the various frat boys and sorority girls who were drunk out of their minds and dancing up against each other, holding onto red solo cups that they no doubt filled with alcohol.

She kept her hand in yours, gently intertwining the fingers as you led her out the doorway of the fraternity house, the cool night air feeling refreshing against her heated skin.

She paused for a moment as you asked her where her car was. "Parked across the road."

Your eyes follow to where Billie motioned her head to see a black Porsche 718 Cayman and laughing softly to yourself.

“Why am I not surprised?”

Billie chuckled as you looked across the road to her Porsche, which gleamed in the street light. She rolled her eyes at your comment as she began to walk across the road, your hand still in hers.

"She’s my baby." She exclaimed as she fished her keys out of her pocket, unlocking the car and opening the passenger door for you.

As you stepped into the passenger seat, Billie shut the door behind you, making her way around the car and getting into the driver’s seat. The engine roared to life as she pushed down on the clutch and the fuel pedal, the car taking off down the street.

Billie didn’t say anything as she maneuvered her way through the traffic, her hands gripping the steering wheel, her knuckles turning slightly white.

The silence between you was deafening, but not uncomfortable as she drove the both of you to the Pi Phi sorority house.

While the drive was silent with the car radio playing in the background quietly, your heart began to beat even faster as the car passed the familiar street of sorority houses.

You’d never been nervous or anxious to hook up with anyone like this before in your life, let alone presidents to Greek chapters, but it was Billie so this was different.

After a few minutes, Billie finally pulled up in front of her sorority house, immediately putting the car into park and shutting off the engine.

The sudden silence was almost deafening as the two of you sat in the car, the only sound being Billie’s heavy breathing and the occasional car driving by.

She turned to look at you, her eyes dark and filled with a multitude of emotions as she waited for your next move.

Billie let out a small chuckle at your innocent smile that you flashed her and stepped out of the car, making her way around to open the door for you.

She offered you her hand to assist you out of the car, her blue eyes looking down at you with a smirk. “Let’s go.”

A laugh left your lips as you rolled your eyes at Billie’s chivalrous actions much different from the actions that she was going to do to you inside the house.

Accepting her hand into yours as you stepped out the car, muttering a small thank you.

As you took her hand in yours, Billie gently pulled you out of the car, her fingers lacing through yours as she began to lead you into the sorority house and through the front door.

The house was relatively quiet, with a few girls still milling around who came from parties early. Most of them were in their bedrooms getting ready for bed or already asleep.

Billie closed the door behind you both in the entrance hall, turning her gaze back down onto you as she looked down at your smaller form.

She led you through the entrance hall towards the stairs and began climbing them, glancing back every now and then to make sure you were still following her.

Billie walked down the hallway of the second floor, pausing in front of her bedroom door as she twisted the knob and pushed it open, letting you walk in first.

She closed the door behind her, locking it in the process, her hands shoving her hands into the pockets of her jeans. Her eyes darted around her room before landing back on you.

There was a comfortable silence as both of you stared at one another until your hands began to trail behind your body to unzip the corset top you wore. Keeping eye contact with Billie as your top fell to the ground leaving the top of your body nude. Kicking off your shoes to the side.

The warm light of her lamp shining on your body, your jean shorts still in as well as the necklaces the decorated your neck nicely.

Billie licked her lips as she watched you unzip the corset you were wearing, her eyes glued to your every move as you let it fall onto the floor. Her eyes widened slightly at the sight of your bare skin under the warm light of her room.

Her gaze darkened as she ran her eyes all over your body, her eyes flicking up and down your figure, taking in your every detail.

"Take your shorts off." She said quietly, her eyes now looking at your jean shorts.

A smile played on your lips as you tilted your head at Billie, “Come take them off, will you?”

Studying the way her confident demeanor still held up as she let her eyes wander on your body.

As you tilted your head at her, a smirk played on your lips as you spoke, a challenge in your tone. Billie chuckled lowly in response, her eyes wandering over your figure again, her gaze darkened as she felt you staring at her.

Without any hesitation, she took a few steps towards you, her hands coming up to grab your hips. She pulled you closer to her, her hands sliding up your bare back until they reached the top of your shorts.

Her fingers began to tug on the fabric slowly, pulling them down off of your hips.

She stepped back as the shorts fell down your legs, leaving you only in your laced panties, your body still on display for her to see. Her eyes remained on your body as she took in every detail, her hands still hovering over your hips.

"Lay down on the bed."

Her voice was commanding, her eyes looking into yours as she issued the order, her tone leaving no room for disobedience.

You shook your head before gripping at Billie’s collar and pulling her in for a kiss. A kiss that was on your mind the whole night.

Her pink, plump lips finally landing on yours as you moaned in content at the soft feeling and taste of her lips. Wrapping your arms around her neck as your hands got lost in her hair as her cap fell off.

Billie exhaled a breath as she felt you pull her in, not expecting your lips to connect with hers. Her eyes widened in surprise but quickly closed as your hands found their way to her hair, her cap falling to the floor.

She melted against you, her arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer to her. Her hands gripping your sides as she felt you moan against her mouth, her tongue gliding past your parted lips to meet yours.

As Billie’s tongue danced with yours you smiled into the kiss, gripping at her hair even harder than before. Feeling Billie’s hands trail down your back and to your ass, picking you up in one swift movement.

A yelp along with a laugh left your lips, wrapping your legs around Billie’s waist as she carried you to her bed. Still having your lips on hers as she made the small walk.

Billie couldn’t help but smile against your mouth as she heard you laugh at the sudden change in position. She held you up against her, her hands gripping onto your thighs and holding you against her waist as she carried you over to the bed, her grip on you being firm but gentle.

She laid you down on the bed gently, crawling up on top of you, her body resting between your legs without any weight being applied to you. Her lips moved against yours hungrily, her lips tracing your jaw and down to your neck.

Your head tilted back to give Billie better access at your neck as a gentle moan spilled out your mouth. Pressing the back of Billie’s head further into your neck while your free hand gripped at the hem of her baggy shirt.

“Take it off…”

Billie nodded against your skin as she continued to kiss and nuzzle your neck. She could feel you pressing her head further down, causing her to moan softly against you, the sound muffled by your skin.

Her hands came up to the hem of her shirt as her mind began to register that you wanted it off. She gripped the soft fabric in her fingers and began to pull it up over her head, dropping it on the floor next to the bed.

Your hands roamed over her now bare skin, causing her to gasp softly. Her soft lips went back to the sensitive skin of your neck as she felt your palms roaming up her sides, tracing the subtle curves of her skin.

She could smell your signature scent in her bed, it was intoxicating mixed with your presence, making her want to just ravish you.

"Fuck…" She muttered against your neck, pressing more kisses to your skin as she felt you run your hands over her abs.

She could feel her body heating up as your hands continued to roam across her skin, a shiver running up her spine as your fingers brushed against her stomach.

"I'm gonna ruin you…"

She mumbled against your neck, her lips beginning to move down your neck and to your collarbone. Her teeth gently grazed over your skin, biting and sucking here and there, leaving small pink marks in their wake.

“Fuck me already Eilish…”

The words left your lips in a dirty and hot tone, a smile evident through your voice as well. Scraping your nails against Billie’s abs down to the button of her baggy pants.

Billie's breath hitched as your words sent a sharp shiver down her spine, her body tensing up from the way you spoke. She felt your nails run down her stomach towards her pants, the feeling causing her to gasp and bite on your collarbone in response.

"Jesus, baby…"

She mumbled against your skin, her hands holding your hips tightly, her fingers digging into the skin as you touched the button of her jeans.

A low moan escaped her lips as your fingers toyed with the button on her loose jeans, her brain already imagining what was to come.

Billie's body began pressing closer to yours, slowly rolling her hips against yours, causing an obvious friction between you both. As she continued to kiss and mark your neck, her breath became ragged, her hands holding you even tighter.

Your breathing became harsh as the room began to warm with all the tension that brewed between Billie and you. A pathetic moan leaving your lips as Billie sucked at your neck, grabbing her hand that was on your waist and interlacing your fingers.

Matching the rhythm of the way her hips rocked into yours to raise the pressure on your core.

As you interlocked your fingers with hers, Billie moaned softly against your skin, her tongue gliding softly across the spot she had just marked. She felt you match the movement of her rolling hips, the pressure coming from you making her moan even more as it sent a wave of heat straight to her core.

She released your neck from her mouth, her lips going to your ear, her tongue gently tracing the shell of it as her words came out breathlessly.

"You're driving me crazy…"

The sound of Billie’s words reminded you of the fact that her defenses were down and she was just as vulnerable as you making you smile softly.

Mustering the left over courage you had, you flipped the two of you over as you straddled Billie’s thighs, her breathing heavy and irregular as she looked up at you with adoration. Slowing starting to ride Billie’s thigh as you interlaced both your hands and laid them on your hips.

Your eyebrows furrowed in pleasure while moaning softly, sometimes letting Billie’s name slip past your lips.

Billie's breath caught in her throat as you flipped her over and straddled her thighs, her eyes widening as she looked up at you on top of her. She couldn’t help but stare at you, her own defenses down as her breathing became irregular, her hands gripping onto your hips as you sat on her lap.

She watched in awe as you begin to ride her thigh, her name leaving your lips in moans and gasps, the sight and sounds making her own breathing heavy.

"Baby…" She whispered, her eyes dark and filled with need.

“Oh f-fuck baby…”

Your voice was whiny and desperate as you continued to ride Billie’s thigh, letting her hands go as you left them on your hips and laid your own hands on her abdomen. The friction of your laced panties against Billie’s jeans was a stark contrast, the dampness of yourself leaking onto Billie’s jeans.

Tossing your hair to the side as you looked down at Billie and the two of you spoke nonverbally through eye contact.

Billie's breaths came out in gasps as she watched you move on her lap, her eyes never leaving your figure as she took in every detail of you. Her grip on your hips tightened as she felt the dampness of your panties on her jeans, the contrast between the materials making her breath hitch.

She met your gaze, eyes locking together as you both spoke silently. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her body growing hotter as the tension in the room grew.

"S-Slow…down…" She managed to breathe out, her voice wavering.

Your hips stuttered as the words left Billie’s mouth, contemplating whether you should listen to her or not, finally coming to a halt as a whine was ripped from your throat.

Your eyes fluttering closed as you tried to gain the self control to follow what Billie said, opening your eyes to give a soft, pleading look to Billie. Your breathing heavy as you tried to recompose yourself, nails scraping softly at Billie’s stomach.

Billie's body relaxed slightly as your hips stopped, her breath steadying a little as your grip on her stomach loosened. She held your gaze for a moment, her eyes flickering over your features before glancing down at your fingers tracing patterns on her stomach.

She took another deep breath before speaking.

"Lay down for me."

The words came out more as a soft command than a request, her eyes never breaking away from yours.

As you laid down on the bed, Billie moved so she was situated between your legs, her hands on the inside of your thighs, gently pushing them apart. As you settled onto the sheets, she took a moment to look over your body laid out before her, her eyes scanning every inch of you before looking back up to your face.

"You're so beautiful…"

She whispered, her hands gently rubbing your thighs, her fingers tracing the edge of the lace around the waistband of your panties.

Billie slowly pulled the fabric of your panties down your legs, her breathing becoming shallow as she took them off and sat up on her knees, tossing them to the floor.

"You're not gonna last long…"

She muttered, her eyes darkened as the sight of you completely nude and spread out before her. She looked back up at your face to check on you before moving down to position herself between your legs, crawling over you slowly so your faces were level.

A small chuckle left your lips as you rested your hands softly on her shoulders, “Moment of truth then?”

Billie couldn’t help but chuckle a little at your question, her nose brushing softly against yours, her warm breath fanning across your lips as she hovered above you.

"Yep, but I’m gonna make this good for you, baby." She murmured, her voice sultry, as her hands ran up the length of your arms to where your hands rested on her shoulders.

"Just tell me if you need me to stop, okay?"

Once you nodded in agreement, Billie returned your hands to her shoulders and began to move down your body slowly, pressing soft kisses to your collarbone and down your chest. She kissed everywhere her lips could reach, leaving a trail of soft, warm kisses in their wake, her destination becoming very clear.

Once she was eye level with your stomach, Billie took a moment to look up at you, her eyes meeting yours as she paused above your center. She didn’t move just yet, her eyes flickering between yours and your core as she spoke with a hushed voice.

“Is this alright?”

“Yes,” You spoke with a soft nod and gentle smile, taking her hands in yours and interlacing them.

A regulated, unspoken gesture between the two of you now…

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fer yaps!!!

ho i’m back from the grave… lmk if u want a part two 🤗

[realcube]

HALLOWEEN COUPLE COSTUMES + hq

oikawa toru

barbie and ken. it's 100% his idea too. ideally he'd want you to go as the default barbie, with the pink dress and heels, while he'd be surfer ken with his shirt off.

nishinoya yuu

walter white and jesse pinkman. the previous year he had went as pitbull nation (rapper pitbull) with tanaka but he wanted to do a couples costume with you instead this year. so going as walter white meant he could reuse his bald cap. the two of you would go as them when they're wearing their yellow scrubs.

kageyama tobio

pro volleyball players...

kuroo tetsuro

regina george and cady heron. your friends refused to go as the plastics so doing it as a couples costume was your next best bet. when you told kuroo you wanted to do a mean girls inspired costume, he assumed you'd be regina and he'd be aaron. but you insisted he go as cady, since they are a more recognisable duo, and he has a hard time saying no to you. on the bright side, he made it work.

sakusa kiyoomi

men in black. low effort but extremely recognisable. he doesn't pose for the photos properly but it's okay because he's serving face anyway.

kenma kuzome

link and zelda. of course it has to be something video game inspired, but also he's lazy and doesn't want to put too much effort into his costume, so link is ideal since he can just buy the whole thing online. but he'd combust when he sees you as princess zelda tbh.

yamaguchi tadashi

taki tachibana and mitsuha miyamizu. he is lowk a sap for romance movies so he'd flip at the idea of getting to dress as one with you. he wouldn't mind putting time into preparing a costume, but the fact he just needs to dress in his school uniform and a wig is definitely plus tbh.

tsukishima kei

marie antoinette and the cake. tsukishima isn't nessecarily lazy but he doesn't care for halloween and therefore doesn't want to spend a lot of time/money on a costume. you suggest hundreds of low effort costume ideas to him and he rejects them everytime but this one resonates with him. especially as it means he gets to carry around and snack on a slice of cake. let them eat cake!

ushijima wakatoshi

mummies. the ancient egyptian kind, not the parental kind. it's impossible to find many costumes that would fit his stature, so your options are extremely limited. in the end you opt to just roll him up in toilet paper and call it a day.

iwaizumi hajime

spartans. you need an excuse for him to show off those athletic trainer muscles 👀

tendou satori

ringmaster and circus clown. it's up to you which one you'd rather be because he really doesn't mind. on one hand he thinks it would be awesome to dress up as a clown but also he'd love to see you as one, that would be so cute. plus he could definitely rock a red tailcoat.

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Chapter 5

Summary: You’re unable to grasp the luck you have. You were raised to run from danger, to go the opposite direction of bad influences. So when you somehow find yourself right in the center of it, you discover that running wasn’t exactly what you were taught. It only took GhostFace and a pretty girl to remember that.

previous part <- -> next part

"Aww, man," you whine, crossing your arms over your chest childishly. "I missed a surveillance op?"

Danny pinches the bridge of his nose, annoyed, while Tara finds your words amusing.

You all gather in your sister's home, in the kitchen where there's less mess. You sat on the floor, entertaining Blackie while Remy betrays you, choosing Tara over you. You offered the idea to discuss a few things in the home, wanting to give the sisters some puppy time. They say dogs help relieve stress, and these two do a good job of it for you. You figure they could help relieve a little of the stress before you go kill some psychos.

"How did you guys know it was me they were after?" You pat the German Shepherd's head, snapping your fingers and pointing down. He sits and pants in front of you. "Dude, go entertain the tall one, you're drooling on me," you point at Sam.

Blackie whines, glancing at Sam. Sam stares back at him, eyebrow arching. He saunters over to Sam and lifts his paw onto her knee. She rolls her eyes, but you and Danny don't miss the smile on her face as she kneels down to pet him.

"We waited for him to call us," Tara explains, smiling down at the pitbull, rubbing his belly. "But he knew we were expecting his call."

"He said he was visiting the suburbs," Sam continues, both hands holding the dog's face. She shakes his head in her hands gently and the puppy pants happily. "Then he tried to confuse us, telling us there was an old friend he needed to see first."

You raise a brow, looking over at Danny for help. He shrugs, just confused as you are.

"When he hung up, Kirby tracked his phone to two different locations." Tara explains, brushing her fingers on the top of Remy's head. The dog lays on Tara's lap, trying his best to fight off the sleep she's lulling him into. "Here and Gale's apartment."

"There are two!" you exclaim, almost giddily, because you were right.

"No," Sam deadpans, your smile dropping. "Gale just got a call. She's okay. Mindy, Chad and Ethan are with her now."

"Ethan?" you ask incredulously.

"His alibi checked out," Tara informs you and you huff again. "Anyway, we drove here as fast as we could. We used the sirens," she grins, amused by your reaction.

You groan, throwing your head back. "Aww, man, you guys drove a police car?" Tara nods, laughing at your reaction.

"This doesn't make sense," Danny speaks up, ending the intense eye contact you and Tara were having. "Why did he go after you? No offense, but you don't really have that much of a role in the recreation of their supposed movie."

"Offense taken," you comment before Sam intervenes.

"It could be you have some sort of connection to the originals..." Sam offers an idea, standing up, leaving Blackie to lay down with a whine.

"Uhh, no," you draw out, shaking your head. "My family's boring. The only interesting we have ever gotten into was them losing me at DisneyWorld," you point at Danny to verify.

Danny chuckles at the memory. "Oh yeah," he shakes his head. "Their mom nearly got them to shut the entire park down. Turns out, they were at the teacup ride just riding it over and over."

You smile, proud. "I broke the record for the most rides in a single day," you frown suddenly. "I also got my ass whooped when we got home."

"Maybe it's not about your past all," Sam crosses her arms, pondering the reason. She arches a brow at you. "Maybe you pissed them off, you have done nothing but annoy them."

Danny laughs. "It's second nature," he sends you a pointed glare.

"I make jokes when I'm uncomfortable!" You defend, lifting your hands up in mock surrender. Suddenly, you gasp, earning confused glares. "That's who Gale looks like of. Monica!"

Danny pinches the bridge of his nose again.

Sam ignores your words. "Or maybe it could be your friendship with Tara," she glances at her sister, who sends her a warning glare. "We don't know how long he's been watching us, Tara." She explains.

You furrow your brows. "I got here during summer semester," you say, confused by Sam's words. "I got stuck with Anika as a roommate because I didn't want to stay with my sister and Danny doesn't have a spare room."

"I offered you my spare room," Danny retorts. "But you didn't want to pay rent."

You wave him off. "I didn't really meet Tara until..." you tilt your head, unsure. You look over at the girl, sending her apologetic look. "We didn't meet until the party, so I don't think friendship is the right word."

Sam notices the way her sister's entire demeanor changes. Her sister avoids eye contact, clearly affected by your words.

Remy lifts his head up, snarling at you. You lift your hands up, glaring back at the dog. "What did I do?" You narrow your eyes at him.

Tara smiles again, petting the dog gently from head to tail. He wags his tail and nuzzles his face back down into her lap.

"We met at the bookstore," Tara finally speaks, drawing your attention away from the dog. "I overheard you talking to yourself about the prices of pencils being high."

You don't recall. Summer was...it was a blur. It was a summer full of airplane rides to Atlanta and back. Your dad's health was deteriorating and you actively searched for reasons to not be there to see it.

There's a sudden shift in the room, a tension that becomes noticeable only to Danny. He can see your expression change from confusion to sadness in seconds. It's then Remy stands to push his nose against your lap, pleading for you to give him space to let him be with you.

"Um," you clear your throat, unsure of where the knot came from. "GhostFace brought up my...habit of running. It's what I did this summer."

"He usually attacks emotionally first," Sam says, understanding.

"The thing is, no one knows but my family," you look at her, trying to piece together this whole thing. "My dad died last month," you finally say it out loud, but tears don't form in your eyes.

Danny feels Sam's eyes on him, but he keeps his eyes trained on you, ready to console you if you need it.

The day you got the call from your mom, you recall having plans with Anika to meet her friends. She wanted you to meet her girlfriend only, it was to show her girlfriend she didn't have to worry about you. But Mindy came with a package, her twin and Tara. And with her twin, Ethan.

You faintly remember being annoyed by their laughter. The group's loud way of communicating. The stare Ethan had on you when he thought you weren't looking.

"So, Y/N–" Tara tried to get you to join the conversation. But you're too out of it to notice.

You stood up. "I gotta go," you ran then too. You went MIA for a week before the funeral, and you only showed up to give your mom the cash you got when you sold your car.

Tara's expression softens as she listens, her fingers continuing to stroke Remy's fur, the dog returning to nestle in her lap. There's a heavy silence, one that feels loaded with the weight of what you've just revealed. Even though you've held the tears at bay, the grief is there—raw, and unspoken. You've tried running from these feelings and clearly its caught up to you.

"I'm sorry," Tara says quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

You give a small shrug, your eyes fixed on the floor. "It's... whatever," you mutter, but the strain in your voice betrays your attempt at indifference. "I wasn't even there when it happened," you add, and that's when the guilt hits, almost visible in the way you hunch your shoulders slightly.

Sam steps forward, her arms uncrossing. "GhostFace knows things," she says, her tone serious. "Things he shouldn't."

Blackie pushes your arms and plops down on your lap, the strongest one between the two puppies. You got this guy when he was just six weeks old; his previous owners pieces of shits so you rescued him from them. You gifted him to your sister and her husband when you moved in with them; and that was only so they could allow him to move in with you.

He favored you more than Remy did. He knew you inside out, probably better than you knew yourself. But never more than your dad.

Your dad did train him for the first six months of his life though. Maybe he picked up on a few things.

You stare at the German Shepherd, and he feels you staring so his eyes glance up at you. A soft smile crosses your lips, patting his head gently.

Your brows furrow then, and you finally meet her eyes. "But how? No one but family knew. And it's not like I broadcasted my family stuff."

"That's what's bothering me," Sam says, her gaze narrowing in thought. "It's almost like someone close to you told him."

"Impossible, I don't have friends," you comment, half-joking, but the weight of it lingers.

"Or they've been watching for a lot longer than we thought," Sam offers another idea.

"Nope," you dismiss that idea as well. "I'm paranoid. I am always on guard and question everyone's intentions."

Danny's voice breaks the tension. "You had a full conversation with a homeless man last week," he deadpans.

You chuckle at the memory. "Yeah. He was nice." You defend Lionel, the homeless man. He was nice.

But Tara isn't laughing. She sits up a little straighter, her eyes flicking between you and Sam as she pieces something together. "What if they weren't just after you because of me or the others? What if it's because they want to break you down—push you to run again?"

A knot twists in your stomach, and you feel the gravity of Tara's words sink in. "Why would they care about me running?"

"Because it's what you do, right?" Danny interjects, his voice steady but sympathetic. "You run when things get tough, but maybe this time, they want to control when and where you go. They're using your fear against you."

It hits you like a punch in the gut. "I'm ruining his plan," you finally realize, your voice quiet but firm. Danny's eyes lock with yours, and you can see the recognition in his expression. "He wants me to run because I'm ruining his plan. The plot. The whole thesis or whatever film jargon Mindy would use. I'm not the hero—I'm the fucking cock block... in theory." You finish, unsure of the term but knowing you're onto something.

The room falls silent, your revelation weighing heavily in the air. Sam's eyes flick between you and Tara, while Danny's gaze remains fixed on you, understanding dawning in his expression. It's as if the pieces are finally starting to fall into place.

"You...may be right," Danny says slowly, his voice measured. "You're not following their script, the role you took on by happening upon it. They want you to run, because you happened on this whole ordeal. You weren't suppose to go to the party, you weren't suppose to be at Sam's place when he went to attack."

"Nope. I was forced to go both times," you explain, laughing gently. "Dumbass. Everyone knows you need a backup plan."

Sam's brow furrows, arms crossed as she paces a bit. "So, he doesn't want you to be the hero... and he wants to get rid of you." She stops in her tracks, thinking aloud. "And if they couldn't get you to leave, he was going to rid of you his own way."

Tara shifts uncomfortably, her eyes darting between you and her sister.

"And they failed." You say triumphantly.

"Who knows what else you ruined in their plan?" Tara shrugs.

Sam narrows her eyes, her lips pressed into a thin line. "Maybe Quinn wasn't the only planned killing for that night."

You shift uneasily, the gravity of the situation settling in. "So, what? I just stick around and hope I don't mess things up even more? Hoping it doesn't get me killed in the process."

Danny lets out a humorless chuckle. "Or you stay and mess things up in his plan instead."

You look at him, confused, and a little insulted.

"You told me what Mindy said," Danny continues. "You're the wild card. You're not playing by the rules, and that's exactly why he's targeting you. If you run, you make it easier for him. But if you stay—"

"I ruin his movie," you finish for him, your voice more confident now.

Sam gives a small nod, her expression hardening. "And if we know anything about GhostFace, it's that he hates when things don't go his way."

Tara smiles faintly, a glimmer of hope returning to her eyes. "We've got an advantage now. We know what he wants you to do—and we're going to make sure you don't do it.

With a head shake and smile, you say instead, "Or maybe I do..do it," you couldn't help but giggle at your words. Danny shakes his head in disbelief, but chuckles as well. When you see Tara frown, you shake your head and stand carefully, making sure not to bother any of the sleeping dogs. "We make the idiot think I did run..." you look at Sam, hoping she gets where you're going.

Sam's eyes narrow, her arms still crossed as she processes your words. Slowly, a grin tugs at the corner of her lips. "You want to bait him," she says, her voice low with understanding. "Make GhostFace think you're running—play into his narrative."

"Exactly," you say, pointing at her, feeling the adrenaline start to course through your veins. "We make him think I'm doing what he expects, what he wants."

Danny raises an eyebrow, catching on. "We make him think you run, but really, you're leading him right into a trap."

Tara's frown fades, replaced with curiosity. "That could work," she murmurs, glancing at Sam. "If he thinks he's controlling the situation, he'll get overconfident, make mistakes."

Sam nods, her mind already racing through the logistics. "We'll need to set it up carefully. Make it believable."

"But tell no one," you say, looking between them all. "We can't risk anyone listening and it getting back to him somehow. Mindy, Chad, Kirby, Quinn's dad and definitely not Ethan." You emphasize.

Tara laughs quietly, shaking her head.

"Fine," Sam steps forward, and everyone follows. "We know the plan..."

"Oh, Captain America speech," you bounce on your feet excitedly. You purse your lips when you receive deadpan glares.

"We know our roles," Sam continues, glancing at each of you. "We make him regret ever trying to write any of us into his twisted movie."

You rest your hands on your hips, a proud smile forming on your lips. It radiates, drawing their attention to you. You shrug. "I just..." you smile, feeling more determined than ever. "I've spent my whole life running away from things. I think it's about time I run toward something—toward ending this for you guys."

Danny pats your shoulder gently, his grip reassuring. He's proud of you and your smile only widens at that.

Tara steps closer, her gaze soft but resolute. "Thanks for doing this," she looks over at her sister, her eyes full of gratitude before locking back on you. "For staying."

Danny and Sam share a look, feeling the clear attraction between you and Tara.

"So," Danny clears his throat, breaking the moment with a knowing smile. "The plan?"

You blink a few times, getting out of stupor. "Right..." you glance at your cousin, Sam then Tara. You feel caught so you hurry to move on. "We trap him, but we're gonna need all the help we can get.."

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You know a plan is good when you start to believe it's bad.

"You know, the more we talk about it," you begin, pacing back and forth in front of them. "The more appealing it sounds." You chew your nail, a nervous habit you know you'd get reprimanded for if your siblings or parents were around.

The group sits in Gale's apartment building's lobby, being called over by the twins. They explained the need of wanting to end this. Chad told Sam of Mindy's worries of this ending worse than before. So Sam suggested they join them, hoping to console Mindy with their presence. She knows the twin worries when they are too far apart during situations like this.

Danny arches a brow. "What does?"

You clear your throat, coming to a stop by the door. "My mom called me," you say, avoiding their stares and keeping your eyes on Danny. "She wants me to come home. Even my brother said I should leave, and he's the one who convinced me and my sister to go to New York in the first place. So maybe I should...go back home." Your words come out reluctantly, because you're starting to mean them.

Danny glances at the others, a flicker of understanding crossing his face. "Wait... you're serious."

You nod, playing into the part. "Yeah. Maybe it's time I listen to them." You shift your weight, making your hesitation believable.

Mindy stands abruptly, her voice rising. "Woah, hold up," she steps closer, shaking her head. "You can't just leave. You're part of this now—our hero!" Her tone is pleading, eyes wide with disbelief.

You shrug off her words, refusing to meet her gaze. "I'm no hero, Mindy. I'm just some idiot who stuck around too long. Like a bug stuck to a car's grill." You glare, directing the frustration outward, glancing at Chad and Ethan sitting nearby. Ethan looks back at you with that same innocent expression that's always unsettling.

With a huff, you shake your head and turn toward the door.

"GhostFace or not," you say sharply, turning back to face the room. "Maybe staying in New York was the wrong choice from the start. There isn't anything for me here, anyway."

The room falls silent for a moment, your words hanging in the air like a weight. Tara shifts uncomfortably, glancing between you and Sam. Danny looks torn, as if he wants to say something but is holding back.

"You can't just leave," Chad finally speaks up, breaking the silence. His voice is quiet, uncertain. "I mean, come on, you're part of this now. We need you."

"Need me?" you scoff, incredulous and bewildered at his words. "So he can kill me while you all survive again? No thanks."

Danny clenches his jaw, your words surprising him. "Y/N, relax. No one is dying-"

"He's tried to kill me twice," your voice raises, frustrated and exhausted. You feel Tara's sad eyes on you and it takes every ounce of will power you have not to look at her. "That's twice too many. And they say third's time the charm? Yeah, no, I'm not giving him the chance."

Ethan watches you, his gaze intense, but he says nothing. His expression is hard to read, but you don't let it throw you off. Not now.

"My family's suffered one loss already," you say, stunning Danny into silence. "I'm not going to put through another." Your words hit hard, firm and serious.

You mean it, Danny can tell. You're not acting on the role you told them you'd take on.

Mindy steps forward, her hands gesturing wildly as she speaks. "This isn't just about you! If you run, you give GhostFace exactly what he wants. He'll pick us off one by one if you're not here."

You look at her, then your gaze travels to your roommate sitting right behind her. You managed to grow a friendship with Anika, she has been nothing but nice to you. But this isn't about you, it was never suppose to be about you. This is their story, with an ending they can deal with.

"It was nice meeting you all," you say as you take tentative steps back towards the door. You don't miss the disappointed looks on their faces. "Really. I'm sure if the circumstances were different, we would be great friends. But, god, I hope I never see you guys again."

You say, final, turning on your heels, making your exit.

Danny looks down, ashamed.

Chad looks at the door, hoping you changed your mind. Minutes tick by, nothing but silence surrounds them. That and a few lingering policemen, making sure GhostFace didn't linger behind, hiding somewhere.

With no sight of you returning, Chad turns to the group. "What do we do?"

Sam looks at her friends, their fright obvious and palpable.

"Maybe he wins this time," she says softly.

Ethan leans forward where he's sat, an exasperated look on his face. "I'm sorry, what?"

Sam stands, looking at them all. "This was never suppose to involve any of you," she sighs, the sad look on her sister's face hurting her the most. "I roped you guys into this. He wants to punish me... Me. Maybe I let him."

"You want to give up?" Mindy asks, some disgust lingers in her tone.

"Everyone thinks I'm this terrible person. Maybe they're right." Sam says, then looks at Tara again. "You said it. It's not like I have a plan for my life anyway. If this is what I need to do to keep you all safe... then it's worth it."

Tara's expressions changes at her sister's words. "No." She snarls, getting on her feet. "Fuck that. You came back to Woodsboro to protect me. And you've been protecting me ever since. We're all still alive because of you."

"And Y/N," Ethan adds, earning glares from everyone.

"They aren't here anymore, you don't have to kiss their ass," Anika glares at him. He cowers down where he's sat.

With a deep breath, Tara takes her sister's hands. "Maybe it's time you let us protect you. We're a team, remember?"

Sam's eyes soften as she looks at her sister, Tara's words slowly cutting through the guilt and exhaustion she's been carrying. For a moment, the tension between them breaks, and the weight on Sam's shoulders seems to lighten, just a little.

Tara tightens her grip on Sam's hands, her voice stronger now. "You're not in this alone anymore, Sam. None of us are. We can't just give up and let him win."

Mindy steps up. "We're a family."

Chad brightens. "Hell yeah! Core four!"

Danny tilts his head in confusion, but doesn't comment on it.

Sam crosses her arms. "He's going to keep coming for us."

Ethan shakes his head. "I think Y/N had the right idea," he speaks up, capturing their attention. "Can't we just hole up somewhere safe?"

Anika looks at him in disgust. "Ugh, god, I hope you are GhostFace so you die at the end," she grumbles under her breath. Ethan stares back at her with wide eyes.

Mindy laughs but gets a shove from Chad. "Oh," she mumbles, clearing her throat. "Anika." she tries her best to sound authoritative.

Tara gives Ethan a pointed look. "And hiding won't solve anything. He'll just find us, like he always does..." she trails off, coming to a realization as soon as the words come out of her mouth. "I have an idea. Chad, give me your phone," she orders without an explanation.

Chad does as he's told, handing his phone over to the short girl. She does a quick dial of the number and soon, the man picks up. Tara explains the plan to the detective, who doesn't seem at all convinced or sure of it. She doesn't bother on insisting him to liking the plan, just wants to know if he wants to be apart of it.

"Are you gonna help us?" Tara asks once she's done with her explanation.

"Yes," Bailey relents with a sigh, glancing around his surroundings. "I'm stuck here, but Gale gave us the keycards to the theater; it has heavy security and surveillance cameras, we can use that against him. I'll get Kirby to meet you there and join you as soon as I can."

Tara glances at Danny, who wandered off to make a phone call. She can see him actually frustrated, and she can't even guess what about.

"Travel in public," Bailey pulls her out of stupor. "Remember, the more people around you, the less of a chance he can take a shot at you before you get here."

The walk to the subway is unnervingly quiet, tension settling like a fog over the group. Sam walks beside her sister, hyper-aware of their surroundings. She's ready for anything, but the weight of the plan lingers heavily on her mind. Trusting Bailey and Kirby felt like a gamble, but it was the only option they had. She steals glances at the others as they walk in an uneasy silence—each of them lost in their own thoughts, wary of every shadow, every passerby.

Danny lingers behind, phone pressed to his ear again. Faintly, Tara hears, "Yo, this is Y/N, I don't check voicemails so send me a message..." then a beep.

Danny grits his teeth and slips his phone into his pocket, catching up to the group quietly.

Tara turns to the others, her voice tight. "You guys don't have to come with us," she tells Ethan, Anika, and Danny. Sam nods beside her, silently agreeing.

"Right," Ethan scoffs. "We peel off and the killer takes us out one-by-one? No thank you."

Anika squints her eyes at him, mimicking her girlfriend's glare. "I'm going to keep an eye on him," she says, pointing at Ethan, who lifts his hands in mock surrender, incredulous.

"Safety in numbers, right?" Danny speaks up. "I'm not my cousin. I don't run," he looks at Sam, trying to offer a reassuring smile.

"Let's get to the theater," Sam nods just as the train arrives.

They all stand together, but the flow of passengers getting off the train separates them. Ethan, Anika and Mindy are pushed back by people. Mindy grabs Anika's hand, steadying herself.

"Hey!" Mindy shouts after them, standing on her toes to get a glimpse of them. She spots her brother on the train. "Chad!"

Chad waits by the doors, hoping his strength is enough to keep them open. He watches his sister and her girlfriend struggle through the crowd, pushing their way forward. The thought to get off and help them crosses his mind, but then he feels someone yank him back. The doors snap shut, his eyes widening as he hears his sister call out his name again.

Mindy and Anika run, but can't make it onto the train in time. A hand grabs Mindy's shoulder, and she jumps back, pulling Anika with her. Ethan stands there, eyes wide with innocence.

"Get your Ghostface ass away from me, Ghostface." Mindy distances her and Anika away from him, ignoring the hurt expression on his face.

"Where's Mindy and Anika?" Sam asks when Chad and Danny finally join her and Tara.

"They missed the train," Chad admits, his voice tight. "I would've waited with them, but Cute Boy pulled me inside," he adds, glaring at Danny.

Tara's suspicion flares. She trusted Danny because of you, but now—with you gone, really gone—she isn't sure who to trust anymore. The plan was for you to text Danny once you had finished your part, but Danny hasn't mentioned anything to the group.

"I was trying to keep us all together," Danny defends.

"By splitting us up?" Tara asks, her voice sharp as her glare.

Chad pulls out his phone, revealing a text from Mindy: We'll get the next one. Don't wait for us. We'll meet you at the theater.

Chad locks his phone after the sisters read the message, then looks up. His eyes widen, his stomach twisting into a knot. "Shit," he mutters.

The others follow his gaze, their nerves skyrocketing. The subway car is packed to the max with Halloween revelers dressed as every horror movie character to ever exist—Freddy, Jason, Pinhead, Michael Myers, Leatherface.

But it isn't those characters that send a chill down their spines. It's the dozens of people dressed as Ghostface, their masks seemingly trained on the group, unmoving.

Tara swallows thickly. "How many stops?"

"Ten," Sam answers, her voice barely a whisper as she checks the map.

Danny grips the pole, his knuckles white from tension. "Great."

[visionarymode]

Seeing Double

✧ warnings: smut, language, 18+

✧ pairing: jimmy uso & jey uso x female reader

✧ word count: 4,285

You locked your car and speedily walked to the front door as the cool breeze picked up. The sound of the music and chatter behind the door grew louder as you approached it. You rang the doorbell and waited for a few seconds before Solo opened the door. 

“Hey, come on in,” he greeted with a warm smile and a quick hug. 

You stepped inside and immediately locked eyes with Jimmy, an enthusiastic spark igniting inside of you. He was a few feet away from the door chatting with one of his cousins, flashing you a warm smile as soon as you came into his view. You felt that warmth rush throughout your body from how sexy he looked. He had two braids in, wore a long black sleeve and black joggers. He had his silver chain on but with that pretty ass smile of his, his teeth out brightened that chain. 

“Let me take your jacket,” Solo interrupted your thoughts. 

“Wh- oh yeah thanks,” you smiled handing him your jacket. 

“Finally your ass made it!” You looked back up to see Jimmy with the biggest grin on his face coming in to embrace you for a hug. 

“You been waiting for me?” you teased, pulling back with a smirk. He let out a chuckle and leaned into you. 

“You want a drink?” he spoke in your ear so you could hear him as the music blared in the living room. 

“Yeah!” you replied as he walked over to the counter to pour you your favorite, tequila. 

“Hey girl!” one of your closest friends Jasmine walked over to give you a hug. 

“Hey! Ooh you look hot,” you complimented flicking back her front curls. 

“Says you. You look like you’re here to show someone what they’re missing,” she teased playfully spanking you. 

“Now why would you say that?” 

She raised both of her brows and jokingly scoffed in response. 

“Babe you wore the jeans that make your ass look the best and your boobs are about to spill out that top any second now,” she giggled, spinning you around. You wore light blue jeans with a white lace cropped tank top that did indeed threaten to spill out your breasts. 

“It’s a party…I wanted to dress up a bit.” 

You knew damn well you were lying and she was so right. You spent an hour picking out the right outfit knowing they’d be here. 

“Tequila sunrise ma’am,” Jimmy sneaked up behind you, resting his hand on your lower back, causing slight goosebumps to rise on your skin.

Jasmine shot you a wink and you quickly glared at her and took a sip from your glass. 

“Mmmm thank you…” you trailed off as your eyes landed on his. There he was, chilling on the couch with his legs spread  open, intently watching you interact with his twin brother. A girl you didn’t recognize sitting a little too close to him was trying to whisper whatever the hell in his ear, but he didn’t seem to care at all. You had his full undivided and adorned attention, like you were the only one in the room who mattered. He gave you a questionable nod, taking another sip of his drink. 

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Hey Baby by Pitbull & T-Pain blared through the speakers as Jimmy held you close with your back against his chest, his right hand gripping your waist as he drank with the other. You were fairly drunk at this point, but you weren’t drunk enough to feel his bulge poking your lower back provoking you to subtly throw it back on it. You felt him get harder, sensually humming in your ear. 

“You better stop doin’ that before I take yo sexy ass upstairs…” he whispered in your ear, wrapping his arm around your bare stomach. You cheekily grinned and turned around to see him looking you up and down as he licked his lips. You took a few steps backward and playfully shrugged your shoulders and headed up the stairs. You walked down the hallway, the music downstairs still faintly thumping in your chest. 

“Where you goin’?” you turned around to see Jimmy following you, taking another swing of his solo cup. 

“I…don’t know I don’t live here,” you looked around giggling at the countless doors to choose from. 

“You’re drunk as hell,” he laughed enlacing his fingers with yours as he knocked on the door to the right. You both heard a woman loudly moan on the other side. You covered your mouth while Jimmy made a disgusted face making you laugh.

“This Solo’s room too he’s gon’ be mad as hell,” he chuckled nudging your arm. 

“Maybe it’s solo in there-“ you got cut off as you saw figures reaching the top of the steps. 

“What are y’all doin’?” Solo walked down the hallway with his arm around his wife. Your jaw dropped and you and Jimmy both looked at each other busting out laughing. 

“We wanted to sit down somewhere quieter the music is louuuuuud,” you expressed with a whisper. Solo laughed and opened the door to his left. 

“Y’all can chill in here. Chill only. Take care of her,” he looked at Jimmy and bowed down to his brother in response to his instructions. You both walked in, Jimmy shutting the door behind him as you both plopped down on the bed with a big sigh. 

“Whatchu’ been up to?” he asked, resting his hand on his thigh, taking another swig of his cup. 

“I’m at a party,” you answered obviously. 

“I know. You know what I mean,” he chuckled nudging your thigh with his own. 

“Nothin’ really. Been busy with work,” you shrugged taking another sip of your drink. 

“No boyfriend?” You paused mid-sip and slightly dropped the cup below your eyes revealing a focused gaze waiting for your answer. 

“Nope,” you sighed. 

“Mm. I find that hard to believe.” 

“Why’s that?” 

“I mean shit…look at you,” he softly expressed as his eyes fell over your chest and back up to meet your low eyes. 

“What about me?” you hesitantly asked with a low whisper, still gazing into his deep brown eyes. 

“Don’t know how someone this fine could be single,” he answered not breaking the eye contact. The heat between your thighs became unbearable. The silence in the room was loud yet the sound of your heart pounding rang in your ears as you moved your foot, your leg dragging down his. 

“Let’s go…” you giggled getting up to head towards the door before he grabbed your wrist, making you turn back around. 

“Where you goin’?” 

“Downstairs, people are probably wondering where we are-“ he pulled your wrist again so you were standing between his legs. 

“Uh uh…” he gripped your hips and his fingers found the belt hooks of your jeans as he pulled you onto his lap. 

“Jimmy…” you breathed out nervously. 

“What baby?” his deep, soft, and husky voice asked looking up at you. The silence in the room was extremely loud but not as loud as the sexual tension inches between the both of you. 

“You still wanna go?” he asked cradling the side of your face, his thumb lightly fondling your bottom lip. 

“Fuck…” you sighed, instantly giving in and locking your lips with his. His lips were so soft, intoxicating yet addicting like a fresh glass of cold water. 

He adjusted your legs to wrap around him as he fell back on the bed with you landing on top of him. You whipped your hair back and out your way, holding his bearded face in both of your hands as you slipped your tongue in his hungered mouth. 

“You’re so damn sexy…” he deeply moaned, slapping your ass and groping both cheeks with his large hands inviting you to grind harder on his growing bulge. This being the first time you’ve shared a kiss, it was insane how your tongues naturally danced together. The liquor and your vanilla bean lip gloss mixing together, making you moan in his mouth.

“Jimmy…” you softly breathed out as he left wet kisses down your neck, slightly snatching the top of your shirt with his teeth, snaking his tongue above your breasts. 

“Hm?” he grabbed your cheeks with his right hand, forcing you to look back down at him as he bit your bottom lip.

“We should go back…” you shakily whispered before abruptly turning you over on your back. 

“Should we?” he taunted as he got on top of you, irritatingly slow, yet calmly rubbing his hands up and down your legs. He ran them back up your body, cupping your face in his hands. 

“I-I don’t know,” you stumbled over your words as he caressed your cheeks ever so slightly, a smirk creeping up on his lips. 

“So no?” he deeply chuckled, hovering over your conflicted face as his cold chain tickled your collarbone. 

“Mm. Mm.” you shook your head with a smirk defining your answer, pulling him by his chain to get back on your lips. 

“Yeah that’s what I thought…” he mumbled against your saliva-stained lips as he tugged on the hem of your cropped top, helping you slip out of it as he admired you in your laced nude bra. 

“God…” he growled before slowly flattening his tongue in the middle, sliding it up to your neck causing your back to arch, and he took that opportunity to unclip your bra as he threw it across the room. He cupped your breasts in his large, warm hands before twirling his tongue on your left nipple and enclosing his lips around to softly suck, his wet kisses audibly smacking. Suddenly Jimmy’s phone started ringing, making you open your eyes to the blaring sound and turn to find where it was coming from. 

“Y-Your phone…” The last word rolled off your tongue as a moan at his dedication to stimulating your nipples with his long, warm tongue.

“I don’t care…” he mumbled continuing to slide his tongue up, down, and around your nipple as it loudly and sloppily popped out his mouth. 

“But what if it’s-“ he stopped you as he wrapped his hand around your throat, making you open your once-fluttered eyes as his lips grazed yours. 

“I said…I don’t care,” he whisperingly insisted while unzipping your jeans, his hand slipping down your pants and over your drenched panties. He lowly chuckled at the contact. 

“You don’t seem to give a damn about that phone either, huh?” he mumbled down your stomach as he left a trail of his wet pecks. You giggled, feeling yourself melting into the sheets before three pounding knocks at the door made you both freeze and look back at the sound. 

“Aye Jimmy!” You knew exactly whose voice was behind that door. 

“Man, I know yo ass is in there!” You frantically pushed him off of you and quickly put your bra and top back on in lightning speed. Jimmy looked at you for approval before opening the door as you fixed your hair. You stood off to the side in an attempt to hide before he swung open the door only revealing his figure. 

“What?” he snapped.  

“Uce we need more drinks from your car, let’s go.” 

“Man that’s what you here for?!” he kissed his teeth in response. 

“Cuzzos just got here and all the drinks are gone. Let’s go get ‘em!” Jimmy peeked back in to mouth “You good?” You nodded your head before he shot you a wink and left with his brother. 

You took a deep breath, your mind still fuzzy from that encounter before slightly opening the door and tip-toeing back down the stairs to the party. You thought they would’ve been out the door by now, but no. There they both were at the bottom of the stairs. Jimmy dabbed up one of the guests and Jey caught you coming down, keeping a steady gaze on you. You locked eyes for the second time tonight, this time was way more intense than the last. He let you walk past as you found Jasmine and asked if she wanted to take shots with you. You were chatting and drinking for the next twenty minutes, as Jimmy stayed close to you casually holding you by the waist or wrapping his arm around you including you in conversations. You giggled from a joke his cousin told before you saw him, again, subtly glaring at the two of you. What is his issue? 

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom,” you whispered in Jimmy’s ear as he nodded letting you go. You made sure not to look in his brother’s way before quickly heading up the stairs and shutting the bathroom door behind you. You rested your hands on the counter staring at yourself in the mirror, letting out a big sigh. You fixed a couple strands of your hair before the door swung open, startling you as Jey let himself in. 

“What the fuck?!” your hand flew to your chest at the sudden burst. 

“Man what you doin’ with him?” he snarled at you as his grillz peeked out, quickly locking the door behind him. 

“Don’t you fucking knock?” you snapped back. “I could’ve been using the bathroom.” 

“Then you should’ve locked the door,” he sarcastically replied pointing towards the door knob. You were about to come at him again before you looked at the doorknob and giggled, forgetting locks even existed. He chuckled at your drunkenness and moved a strand of your bangs out of your face, his hand dropping down to caress your cheek. You felt like you were seeing double as his touch felt similar to his brother’s, the same touch that made you swoon just half an hour ago. 

“What?” you softly asked, as you naturally rested the side of your face in his palm, feeling butterflies fluttering in your stomach. 

“I was waiting to see you all day, and you been with Jimmy the whole damn night.” he expressed. 

“What, are you jealous?” you shockingly laughed not expecting him to confess his feelings like that. The last word made him furrow his brows, slight hostility taking over his facial expressions. You tried to walk past and reach for the doorknob before he extended his arm and rested his hand on the door blocking your only exit. 

“Where you goin’?” his deep, spine-chilling whisper making you slowly turn your head, your faces inches apart. 

“D-Downstairs…” you stumbled as his deep brown and piercing eyes studied your lips before peering up to meet your gaze, searching for any kind of hesitancy. You felt like you were under a spell. A very, very intriguing and compelling spell. 

“That what you want?” he softly asked, cupping your chin. You felt your heart rate quicken, the throbbing between your thighs just as fast. 

“What else would I want?” you asked, holding his wrists as he grabbed your face with both hands. 

“Looked like you wanted my brother but I’m about to change your mind real quick.” 

“Who said I want my mind changed?” you dropped your hands to cross your arms and raised a brow. He looked down to the floor with a chuckle, surrounding you as he leaned against the counter. 

“Whatchu’ still doing here then?” he looked back up to ask, his face dangerously close to yours. 

“I-“ you paused as he caught you off guard with the question. You didn’t know what you were still doing here. All you knew at that specific moment was the enticing aroma of his cologne, his soft pink lips screaming at you to meet them, and his deep and insanely convincing voice pressuring you for answers. 

“I don’t want nothin’ from you. I just wanna make you feel good…” he muttered as your lips brushed against each other as he spoke, your mouth starting to part and he took that chance to slide his tongue in your mouth. You moaned with relief, sucking on his tongue letting your aching pussy and drunk, horny mind take over. He gripped your hips to pin you against the counter. Your mouths hungrily sucking and licking each other’s thoughts away, your pants and breaths growing heavier as the kiss became sloppier. He kept his right hand on the nape of your neck, his thumb resting on your cheek as he glided his tongue down your neck, a shaky whimper escaping your mouth. 

“Stop…” you whispered feeling a tiny inch of guilt swarm your mind. 

What the hell are you doing fooling around with both twins in the same damn night? Not even in the same night, within the same hour. 

He quieted those thoughts down as he unzipped your jeans, swirling his tongue on the sensitive, smooth skin below your jaw. He licked at your sweet spot, an audible smacking sound filling the room causing a moan to roll off your tongue. 

“Your mouth is saying one thing but this pussy is telling me another…” he growled in your ear as he dragged his finger up and down your soaked entrance, opening your folds ever so slowly as he nibbled your ear. Your eyes fluttered and a low yet high-pitched whimper escaped your lips as your forehead fell on his shoulder. 

“You want me to stop?” he breathed against your neck, teasingly gliding his finger up and down, over and over between your slick folds. You subconsciously bucked your hips forward, desperately needing the pressure of his fingers to pull the trigger. 

“Fuck…” you whined with a whisper, looking down at his tanned and tatted arm and bracelet moving with the vertical slides of his fingers inside your pants. Without warning he slowly slipped his long, thick finger inside your dripping hole. You held onto his shoulder for support, your mouth falling open as a whispered moan followed. 

“Jey..” you lowly gasped as he pushed in another finger, knuckles deep inside of you causing you to clench around his digits. 

“Yeah baby…” he pressed his forehead on yours as he sloshed his finger in and out of you, hitting your g spot. Your pants became heavier against his lips that he licked, a soft groan slipping from his mouth watching you in deep pleasure. 

“Say the word and I’ll stop…” he muttered as he bit your bottom lip, his sharp fangs making a breathy whine roll off your tongue once again.

“Y/N?” 

Your eyes snapped open hearing Jasmine’s voice on the other side and you clasped your hand over your mouth. It felt like someone just woke you up from a really, really good dream. 

“Y-yeah?” you asked. You thought Jey would’ve had the right mind to stop finger fucking you with someone calling your name right outside the door, but no. He was trying to hide his giggle and smirked at you, slowly removing his coated fingers out of you to suck your wetness off of them. Watching him take his time devouring your juices like it was his favorite snack made your knees buckle, literally. 

“You okay?” she asked. You quietly reached towards the doorknob to lock it. You opened your mouth to answer before he snatched your attention within seconds. You locked eyes with him as he dropped to the floor, taking off your jeans and you naturally lifted each leg helping him. You realized he wasn’t going to stop and snapped back to it as you nudged his shoulder shooting him a glare. 

“Yeah I’m good!” you tried to reassure her. 

“Okay, girl. Well I’ll be downstairs pouring me another drink. Or I might just get one of those Samoans to do it for me because damn they are fine…” 

You listened to about half that sentence as you both stared into each other’s eyes while he left soft kisses right above the hem of your panties. He started slipping them down, running his hands up and down your thighs before parting them slightly apart. 

“Shoot your shot g-girl,” you tumbled on the last word as he impulsively flicked open your slick folds and started lapping his warm and wet tongue up and down your entrance. 

“You sure you’re okay? You want me to come in?” 

“N-no no no,” you hurriedly breathed out. You tried to cover it up with a fake laugh. “I’m g-good!” 

“Who you talkin’ to?” you heard a man’s voice behind the door. 

Oh my god. 

“Oh my god…” you moaned out loud as your head fell back while he took turns scooping your wetness up with his tongue and wrapping his lips around your pussy lips making out with it like there was no tomorrow.

“Y/N, she just needed a little breather.” 

“Y/N you good?” he softly asked.

Yeah, I’m doing great your twin brother’s head is just buried between my thighs right now. 

He continued lapping up your pussy at a faster speed, gripping your wobbly thighs to keep you in place. 

“Yes, yes I’m good I’ll be out in a minute,” you quickly stumbled, gripping the edges of the counter as one of your hands slipped. Jey removed his lips to let out a little snicker, knowing damn well you were gonna be here for longer than a minute with that tongue of his. 

“Alright. Tell me if you need anything,” he voiced closer to the door. The sound of his voice near your ear and the way his brother slurped up every inch of your streaming pussy heightened your climax. You looked down to see Jey sticking up the middle finger at his twin who couldn’t even see him. You bit your lip trying to hold back your moans and cries making sure they were gone before you let them out of your system. He swiftly snatched your left leg off the ground and hung it over his right shoulder as he buried his face deeper inside, rigorously  driving his tongue in and out of your hole. 

“Oh my gooooood…” you loudly moaned followed by a shaky whimper as shockwaves took over your entire body. You used the foot of the leg hung over his shoulder to push against his back allowing you to ride his face. 

“Mmmm give it to me baby…” he coached you with a moan as you enlaced your fingers in his hair, letting out one final cry, your creamy nectar squirting all over and in his mouth. You felt your juices dripping down your inner thighs before he slurped every drop licking you clean. 

“He can’t get this pussy dripping like this, huh?” he muttered with a groan as he squeezed your thighs, savoring you as your breathing slowed down. Your eyes fluttered, feeling drunker than before as he gently dragged your panties back up and around your hips. He noticed you motionless and stood up to meet your faint gaze, running a hand over his drenched beard. 

“You okay?” he chuckled, running his hands up and down your upper arms as you looked at him with shock. 

“What the fuck just happened…” you shook your head, still breathless from that orgasm. 

“I made your pretty ass cum the way you deserve that’s what happened,” he smirked against your lips before pecking them as you felt the aftertaste on his lips. You found yourself smiling back, his lips so soft, warm, and wet it left you wanting seconds.

“You ready to go back down?” he asked as he tilted your chin up. 

“I need a minute. You go…” you mumbled pulling up your pants and turning around to look at yourself in the mirror. He noticed your uneasiness and wrapped his arms around your waist. 

“Relax…you good baby,” he reassured you as he kissed your shoulder and you felt calmer than you did ten seconds ago just from his comforting tone. 

“We’ll see you back down,” he shot you a wink and closed the door behind him. You furrowed your brows at his statement.

Who’s we? Oh, the guests. The party. That’s what he meant, duh. Right? 

You reapplied your lip gloss, fluffed up your hair, and took a deep breath before opening the door as the blaring music practically woke you up and brought you back to reality. You went down the stairs and looked around to find Jasmine but instead, your eyes landed on Jimmy and Jey by the speakers having a conversation. 

What the fuck is he doing? 

You felt your heart racing and didn’t realize you froze in the middle of the stairs before one of their cousins told you to watch out as he placed his hand on your shoulder. You didn’t even pay him any attention as Jimmy’s eyes landed on you. You tried to read his face but failed when he didn’t seem angry or happy. He seemed unfazed, almost clueless as to what just happened in the bathroom. Jey found you next, a small smirk creeping on his lips and you felt like you were suddenly trapped. You saw one of their friends walk up to them to dab both of them up as they got indulged in the conversation. You furrowed your brows, shaking it off. You were just overthinking. It’s been a long, long night. Yet it just started. You continued to walk down the stairs seeing Jasmine on the other side of the room. 

“Hey! Where the hell you been?” she asked with a giggle hugging you close. 

“Where you been?” you shyly asked covering it up with a laugh, looking around with nerves. Your phone vibrated in your back pocket indicating a text and you pulled it out. You squinted and blinked a couple of times making sure your drunk self was reading it right. 

Jimmy: Meet me upstairs in 5.

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7. Do You Miss Me?

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Azzi Fudd

Warnings: None that I know of but please let me know!

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New Years Eve

The balloons and confetti fill the air while bottles of booze litter the table. The UConn Womens’ Basketball team; along with the rest of the UConn athletes, have taken their New Year's festivities to a club. It’s loud and packed. It makes the perfect distraction which is what Azzi needs. 

After her nauseating conversation with Caroline, the curly-haired girl was left to face the truth about her relationship with Paige. It’s fragile but teetering. Every interaction pushes it closer to being destroyed; yet it sits on edge, slightly wobbly, but intact. Azzi knows she’s to blame for the current state of their friendship. Though they’ve had rough patches, she never thought it would get this bad. The pair haven’t had a real conversation in weeks; both doing everything they could to avoid the other. In the three conversations they have had, they argue. It’s exhausting, but Azzi is grateful for the disagreements. It means that there’s still some fight left in Paige. Some fight left for them.

Despite how happy she is to be fighting with the blonde, she wishes that they were making up more. The brown-eyed girl has missed her counterpart over the last month. The two don’t have designated time to spend together anymore, don’t go out of their way to borrow the other’s clothes, or simply just cuddle. Azzi misses Paige. It’s not a new concept as their entire friendship is based on missing each other but Azzi is desperate to have the blue-eyed girl near her. She misses the presence of her best friend more than anything. 

She wonders if Paige misses her too. 

Though she imagines that the blonde-haired girl doesn’t because across the club, Paige is making her way to Cameron. Azzi watches as the football player notices the blonde making her way to him. Azzi watches as she slips into the space next to him; pressing her side into his as his arm snakes around her shoulders protectively.

It’s a nauseating sight that results in Azzi throwing back her shot and quickly ordering another one. And another one. And another one. 

“You should slow down,” Caroline says as she sits down next to Azzi.​​ The sentiment, while appreciated, does nothing to deter the curly-haired girl from ordering another shot. She’s being irresponsible, this much she knows, but she needs to forget. She needs to not feel. “It’s New Years Eve. I’m allowed to get drunk.” the girl grumbles out. It’s hard over the music but her teammate hears every word. “You are,” Caroline agrees, “But New Years isn’t why you’re sitting at the bar, drinking alone.”

Azzi turns to face the couple on the other side of the club. She watches as they talk to one of the football player’s teammates. Paige laughs at something and throws her head back. Azzi wonders if Cam loves that sound the way she does. Or does he prefer her giggle that she probably lets out when they engage in banter? 

These thoughts and more occupy the curly-haired girl’s mind more than she’d care to admit. The thoughts alone are suffocating but to watch is like dying a thousand deaths. So Azzi doesn’t bother with a response. Instead, she downs her shot before heading to the floor to dance. The younger girl isn’t sure how long. All she knows is that Waka Flocka turned into Pitbull which turned into Lady Gaga. It doesn’t matter though, because Paige is still connected at the hip to Cam, and Azzi still wishes that was her instead. 

-

Azzi is drunk. The younger girl is standing in the club bathroom with 30 minutes to midnight trying to get herself together. She came in to use the bathroom but that proved to be difficult when she couldn’t even stand straight. The basketball player eventually got that much figured out but couldn’t really do much else besides hold onto the sink for balance. 

The brown-haired girl had just about gotten a hold on herself when a group of girls walk in. Two immediately head towards the big mirror by the sink Azzi is currently occupying. The other two girls head into the stalls but the conversation between the group never falters; which is the only reason Azzi is able identify one the girls as Riley. In fact, the volleyball player is looking at her through the mirror. 

Azzi is drunk but she isn’t drunk enough for this. She supposes she can’t be surprised. Riley is a volleyball player and most of the UConn athletes are at this club tonight. Still, seeing your ex that broke up with you because of your feelings for your best friend who you still aren’t with is very uncomfortable. Talking to them even more so.

“Hi, Az-”

“Hey, Rile-”

They both start but before laughing. The tensitiy in the air lessens and the athletes watch as the other’s body relaxes. Suddenly, talking to each other isn’t that bad but then again, it could be the alcohol. 

“How are you?” Azzi asks.

“I’m good. How are you? How’s Paige?” Riley replies. The answer must reveal itself on Azzi’s face though, because the volleyball player’s eyes widen before she snaps her head in the direction of the taller girl. “You aren’t together?”

The basketball player shakes her head no and Riley’s eyes widen even more. “Listen, I know I said a lot of things that night but I never would have imagined that you two didn’t figure it out.” Azzi laughs in response. “Well, it doesn’t help that she asked if I have feelings for her and I walked out of her apartment.” The statement earns her a slap on the arm and a scolding from the shorter athlete next to her. 

“Why would you do that? It’s obvious that you do!”

“I’m scared,” Azzi starts. Perhaps it’s the alcohol that allows her to be this open because her next words have never been spoken. “I’m fucking terrifed of loving her. I’m terrified of her loving me. Every single time I look into her eyes, she’s got these intense emotions pooling in them and I don’t know how to handle that. Paige looks at me like I’m her forever. She looks at melike I can hang the stars and the moon. Fuck, she’s just so intense and sometimes I worry about it being too much. Sometimes I worry about being too little.” 

“You’re a coward, a liar, and a thief.” Riley states. She says it even toned and softly as if all three of those words were not insults of some kind. 

“Excuse me?” Azzi exclaims. The insult clearly catching her off guard. 

“It’s the truth,” Riley shrugs. “You’re a coward, a liar, and a thief. Until you begin to work on that, allowing yourself to be happy will be hard. You’re self sabotaging and you don’t even know it.”

The basketball player isn’t exactly sure how to respond. She watches as her ex moves toward the bathroom door before turning around.

“Once you figure it out, I hope you get everything you want.” and then she’s out the door. Azzi shakes her head and checks her phone for the time. She tries not to give what Riley said another thought, at least not while she’s this intoxicated. 

There’s five minutes until midnight. 

Azzi walks out of the bathroom and heads towards the section occupied by her teammates, and Cam. A bitter feeling creeps up Azzi’s throat and invades her senses. Would Paige kiss him at midnight? It’s a thought that produces sickening images in the younger girls’ mind. Though as she reaches the section, all she can hear is her ex’s voice in the back of her mind.

I hope you get everything you want.

While she isn’t sober enough to work out whatever Riley thinks she needs to, Azzi can accept that she should after whatever she wants. It is a new year afterall. 

The words repeat themselves as the girls flood the floor along with the other athletes to start the countdown. Azzi can feel the tequila and adrenaline pumping through her veins as she watches Paige separate herself from the football player to be with their friends. 

10

Should she do it? Azzi thinks she passes through the club to get to Paige.

9

Maybe she shouldn’t. She continues walking anyway.

8

Coward. Azzi gets closer.

7

Liar. And closer.

6

I hope you get everything you want this year. 

5

They’re standing face to face.

4

Azzi pulls Paige closer.

3

“What are you doing?” Paige exclaimed

2

“Getting everything I want” 

1

Happy New Year!

Azzi crashes her lips onto Paige.

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[yourmamakira]

The Group Chat w/ a Hello Kitty girl!Reader

"Head Cannons of The Group Chat living with a Hello kitty girl." TW: None || pronouns — she/her/yours/you.

Reader is absolutely OBSESSED with ANYTHING hello kitty, she's what we would call a "hello kitty girl" with a Horrendous spending problem. It doesn't have to be pink but best believe if it has her girl hello kitty on it, she needs it IMMEDIATELY.

Issac:

Issac is SUCH a bad influence! he actively encourages your horrible spending problems. He's helping it in-fact. Anytime he sees Something online he's sending you the link and it's at that house the next day.

Issac is just as bad if not worse then you at spendings. So before you moved in the other boys were already used to the mountain of boxes, now it's an endless tower of random shit ordered. 😭

Half the boxes in delivery are yours, let's just hope boxes don't become scarce soon, because if they did, you would be the number one leading cause.

“Y/N!!” “Yes?” “40 packages. Really?” “🤷🏽‍♀️”

Isaac’s not big on matching clothes but he will if you and him are going on like a date. Or even if it's platonic he'll match hello kitty just for the pictures because he knows it makes you happy. Plus you always drip him out so win win.

Nick:

Nick is buying the other half of your shit. Most the things you have in your closet, are from nick. When he's out shopping and he sees hello kitty, his card is coming out no hesitation.

While Issac is like "oh dw about spending, you spend as much as makes you happy, here are some things you should buy on impulse." Nicks like " don't spend at all. Don't lift a finger, put that card down girl. You know what?- I'LL BUY IT FOR YOU. I'LL BUY IT ALL."

Essentially just a suger daddy atp, bcs you see how much he likes getting things for his friends. Now if you were dating him?! Expect morning gifts, afternoon gifts, midnights gifts. This kid just doesn't stop spending money and most of his debt is because of you. 😭

Nick literally has rich problems and half of said problems are you.

Nick LOVES. MATCHING. Not like the cringy couples who go over board but like His shoes or hat will match your outfit or y'all will wear corresponding shit that always slays.

Like he loves that you like doing it so much so he's down every time, even if y'all are platonic he never misses a beat.

Matter of fact, one of the most common edits of the two of you are with that one tik tok sound that goes like "the shoes match the pants, the pants match the belt, the belt match the shirt, the shirt match her skirt, and then her skirt match the hat."

And they eat. Every. Fuckin. time.

Tanner:

The amount of hello kitty items Tanner has in his room because of you is insane. He has so many knickknacks and doodads because you like giving him tiny things for his shelf. And he keeps them all there and keeps track of them all, as soon as he sees one of them even slightly moved he's all like "okay. WHO THE FUCK WAS IN MY ROOM TOUCHING MY SHIT"

Tanner isn't as big of a spender as you are, but best believe you two are always shopping online for the Stupidest shit for him to put on his shelf, and if he comes across Something he knows you'll love, he'll add it to his cart so fast.

Like it’s so funny that next to all his little cute hello kitty plushies you gave to him because you had accidentally baught extra, next to his big as poster on his wall that’s Pitbull or Shrek Dressed as Hello kitty.

Tanner doesn’t give a shit if y’all match tbh, if you say you wanna match HES like, “okay! Dress me like a mannequin bb”

But you and Tanner do most of your matching at the gym. y’all would have like cute gym clothes that you bought bcs you need a new pair and the matching were adorable, and he happily wore them every time on y’all Romantic or platonic Gym dates <3

Yummy:

Yummy is actively trying to stop your crippling spending habits. While everyone on the house actually doesn't care, Yummy is constantly on your ass every time you pop up with more shit. And he's definitely on your ass if all your boxes keep ending up in his space or room somehow.

"Ano–ANOTHER PACKAGE?! GIRL YOUR INSANE!"

I can't see yummy as a massive shopaholic like you but when he is shopping online he will go out of his way to get you replacements of any of your broken shit, just because he knows you'll complain about it. And he may not act like it, but deep down, he hates seeing you sad. :(

Yummy only matches occasionally, or it takes hours and no stop bugging and asking to convince him. And after he likes it more then he admits and ends up taking (secret) pictures anytime he can.

"Do you like our outfits?"

"No I fucking hate them, they're ugly."

He's says while in the process of smiling at all the pictures he's taken of you guys liking them and adding them to his instagram story.

You never tease him about it, so you let him live in his delulu world in peace

Larry:

Now giving that Larry's so small, he could definitely fit into most of your clothes and this is apparent ALL the time. So while you’re buying mountains of clothing, you’re basically buying it for the both of you. For example,

Everyone will just be chilling in the living room and You will come downstairs looking mad and look at everyone then your eyes will land on Larry then you'll just be like

"Larry."

Already knowing he's in trouble he just looks at you scared,

"Yes?"

"Is that. My new shirt."

Larry holds in his laugh as everyone looks at him, the shirt in question fitting his body so perfectly no one knew it was yours.

Your fits be too fire and Larry loves your style. You usually don't mind but of course dingus had to steal your Brand new shirt fresh out the package 😭

"Okay. Just ask next time weirdo 😀"

Larry likes matching occasionally, more then Issac but less then Nick, he likes making you happy and once again you always have him in the best drip so he doesn't ever mind.

Grunk:

Now Grunk has to watch his back because don't let you trap him in a corner and force him to be your own personal Hello Kitty model.

Grunk is all in for a fashion show, and you like to go the whole nine yards. Then he's Hello Kittyed OUT.

I'm talking full hello kitty chain, the Pants, the shirt --which is occasionally more then not a cropped top-- the shoes, and you definitely got the eye liner on and mascara on point.

Now obviously Grunk is your son, and you definitely treat him as such. You love love love love love matching with Gunk, even though he's over there and your over here, you travel ALOT so your at Grunk's house at least one time a month JUST to take pictures and match with him.

Like I can just imagine LTLVC, it's one of those points in the challenge that there's no challenges going on and usually gets edited out for times sake and Both you and grunk are unusually quiet. then grunk sits back in frame all dressed up in hello kitty and he's just like,

"Guys! Look what she's done to me!"

And here it is, I love writing for the group chat, some of my most favorite people. And I will still be writing Yummy in as part of the group even if he's not anymore, just because I love him to much to write him separately. But, Let me know what else you want to see in the future, or let me know if I should make a tag list as well. I need more followers who follow me for the other things I write about, so please support!! 😭

[emo-batboy]

i'd like the chart thanks!

Also, there's another person who wants to rp Leo, can they?

Okay a few people are asking for the chart so here’s the current chart!! (I took out some characters that are still not as fleshed out. That includes Nathan, Ria, Nina, Ashley, Zoe, Ray, Maggie, and the hater and Metropolis characters, but they’re all filler characters rn)

A Wild Battinson Character Lore Continuity

- Felicity

- Oldest of the bunch, right between Millennial and Gen Z

- Works at an office, besties with everyone there. Corporate girlie (does use the term girlboss)

- Like if a Gothamite/Bruce Wayne fan was swiftie-coded?

- She has a pet pitbull, you know that kind of white girl

- Tatum

- Goth U, Comp Sci major

- Keeps everyone he knows online at arms length so we don’t know much, has a small close knit friend group irl but he’s also mutuals with everybody on twitter because he’s that kinda guy yk?

- But they’re slowly convincing him. He’s getting there

- Marzia

- Oh god poor Marzia

- Italian, born in Northern Italy, English is her second language but you wouldn’t be able to tell if it weren’t for her slight accent

- Biggest Bruce Wayne stan, will go feral, but only gets replies from him at the worst moments possible

- *snorts like cocaine* “Please don’t do cocaine” is my personal favorite

- Goth U, she gives art major vibes but tacked on a double major in psychology last minute so now she’s staying a fifth year

- Reads smut, writes smut, part of the poetry club, def on booktok, you know the type

- Alejandro

- Runs an ice cream stand in the park on the weekends when it’s warm enough

- Bi, Dating Leo (pfp is them holding hands because he’s a whipped son of a bitch)

- He’s like if that normal-looking kind of athletic guy who always wore sweatshirts and basketball shorts to class just suddenly mentioned he had a boyfriend one day.

- He’s straight-coded but more specifically “the straight guy that gay guys have crushes on against their better judgement”-coded

- Knew the whole time he was bi but never REALLY liked a guy until Leo 🥺. whenever he looks at Leo, he’s got those madly in love eyes

- Thinks Batman is hot and suffers constant torment from Leo (who has a crush on Bruce) because of it

- Ale just wants to be bench pressed is that too much to ask? But It’s his fault he’s a twunk dating a twink so—

- Goth U, Really interested in tech stuff but he’s actually a sports medicine major. He wants to be a physical therapist for athletes

- Cannot hold his liquor

- Smile Watch

- Who knows

- It’s a mystery

- Lela

- Goth Girl

- BFF’s with Nico (goth girl, e-boy solidarity)

- Also good friends with Natalie, they lined up all their gen Ed’s together

- Chill in a Morticia Addams kinda way. She is Morticia Addams actually

- Mom owns a convenience store, she helps out after classes a lot

- Studied for the MCAT, did pretty well, she wants to be a doctor (probably neurosurgeon but it depends on what internship she gets)

- Currently completing the undergrad to grad program at Goth University with a masters in public health

- Natalie

- Former intern, now ASSISTANT at Wayne Press

- Got the job because she impressed Bruce with her good reporting skills, now works mostly on organizing press releases and maintaining Bruce’s public image

- Great at her job because she knows social media and Bruce Wayne Stans the best (she is one obv)

- (Babysits Bruce when Alfred is busy, how did this happen, why is this her job now? She’s tired of his shit lol)

- Still technically working part-time because she hasn’t gotten her degree yet, but she’s set to work full time after she graduates Goth U in May

- Sometimes while sitting at her desk she just gets that perspective shift where she’s like “how did I get here” Bruce Wayne Stans’ dreams do come true

- Caleb 🤡

- Literally 18/19 but aging faster than humanly possible with the stress he’s under

- Used to work at Bat Burger, left because the babysitting gig required more time

- Lives with his aunt who’s already retired (used to live alone, she never had kids or a husband so she’s loaded) He’s staying cuz his parents are super busy and travel for work :) and guess what crime-filled alley their window overlooks? I’ll give you one guess

- Babysits Tim, used to be a less serious gig but his parents have been out of town a lot lately (just vacationing without their child 🙄) and thankfully Caleb lives right across from their swanky apartment so he’s practically a nanny now (read: older sibling/third parent)

- Took a ton of childcare courses for this job and now he’s kind of interested in working at a daycare maybe? If Tim doesn’t kill him in his sleep first

- Recently graduated Goth High, now takes online classes at Goth Community College while deciding what to do with his life

- Jarod

- Recently graduated Goth High, now taking a gap year before starting GothU in the fall. Him and Caleb were always in the same classes so they’re super close (they’re the youngest)

- Future Comp Sci/English major (he wants to be a video game writer)

- Has a younger sister, and technically the oldest child but spiritually he’s the middle child.

- His parents and Priyanka’s parents are close friends so he kind of grew up seeing Priyanka as an older sister. That’s why they’re Like That.

- Literally so fed up with Priyanka, it’s not even funny (yes it is) but the second you’re rude to Priyanka, he will deck you, watch yourself

- Katie (Sweater Thief)

- ER Nurse at Gotham General Hospital, mostly does night shifts

- Gives chronically online energy when she’s online, but everyone in real life wouldn’t suspect a thing because she’s so good at having her life together (the code switch will give you whiplash)

- Surprisingly older than most of the others despite being Like That.

- Literally graduated with a 4.2 GPA how tf?

- BFF’s with Leo then became BFF’s with Ale too after they started dating (she is slowly corrupting Ale and I think that’s beautiful)

- Creator of the Babygirl Bruce Wayne Agenda and PROUD

- Priyanka

- Works at coffee shop owned by her mom called Caffe Mood. She plans to run it one day. Currently a barista

- Goth U, business major (accounting)

- Bilingual, knows Hindi

- LESBIAN QUEEN

- Despite being gay, She is allowed to think Bruce Wayne is hot, that is her Right

- Mad fucking crush on Georgia, calls her Georgie. Intends to never tell a soul. Will fail miserably

- Dead fucking set on the idea that Batman’s a vampire

- But she thinks everyone’s a vampire so—

- Her parents and Jarod’s parents are close friends so she kind of grew up seeing Jarod as a younger brother. That’s why they’re Like That

- Jarod is constantly on her nerves, wtf Jarod (but be mean to him and she’ll kill you)

- Leo

- Works at bookstore called Gotham City Bookstore

- Gay, Dating Alejandro

- Twink (derogatory)

- Swears his gaydar is the most accurate there is (always wrong)

- Made being gay his entire personality because he had an identity crisis in middle school and proceeded to have a massive crush on some straight guy all of high school (that guy was Ale, Leo’s gaydar is so off)

- BFF’s with Katie despite being a few years younger. They were in a high school production of Sweeney Todd together and the rest was history

- Calls every single celebrity gay as a joke, Ale reigns him in if he’s getting too out of hand

- Used to have a mad celebrity crush on Bruce, still kinda (definitely) does

- Attends GothU, undecided for a while but ultimately settled on mathematics because it’s ironically his best subject

- One of those mf’s that needs to be held back at all costs, god help Ale

- Rose 🌹

- Works a tailoring job full time

- Good friends with Felicity, she’s like the black cat to Felicity’s golden retriever

- 70% super nice and chill, 30% wild card party girl

- Gets drinks with friends a lot, tweets when drunk but no one can tell the difference. It’s amazing

- Does not seem horny, is horny. But like normal about it? If that’s a thing

- Nico

- Kinda plays the straight man of the group if the straight man was emo

- BFF’s with Lela (e-boy, goth girl solidarity)

- KING of twitter roasts. He makes memes to end lives.

- Pansexual, single, and probably writing bad poetry in his diary about it but don’t tell anyone

- Goth U, actually dunno the major. Probs public health with Lela but doesn’t want to be a doctor. More like research parallel to social sciences

- Has a 8/9yo sister named Madelaine whom he would die for despite not expecting to be an older brother so late in the game (what were his parents thinking)

- Has tea parties with her and all that jazz. She steals his eyeliner and chain accessories all the time, also she’s friends with Dick and Barbie (yes, Barbara Gordon) so sometimes he watches over their play dates

- He’s a “tough emo boy” so he totally doesn’t laugh at Madelaine’s puns. He’s a bitch ass liar

- Kellyanne

- GothU, marine biology. Transferred from GCCC with an associates degree to save money but now she’s got a full ride cuz of the WE higher education fund

- More recent Bruce Stan

- Pretty poor upbringing, that’s how she met Bruce Wayne. He bought her whole family groceries one night after her card declined at the convenience store trying to buy dinner

- Now she’s in it for the long haul :)

- Lia

- GothU, fashion merchandising

- A GIRL’S GIRL

- Older sister also attends Goth U, but she’s in med school

- More recent Bruce Wayne stan, still not particularly in with the culture and jokes but getting there

- Friends with Georgia and Elizabeth irl. Elizabeth was in the same sorority before graduating first. Got to know Georgia after Lia found her dog with Bruce at the park outside GothU. They party together now

- Elizabeth

- Graduated GothU last May and worked an internship at LexCorp, immediately regretted it but snagged a job at WE (thank god)

- Now works as a research assistant at Wayne Tech in the R&D department for commercial products

- Didn’t really get the whole Bruce Wayne Stan thing until Bruce Wayne personally wished her a happy birthday?? The man is so sweet?

- Absolutely loves her job but still screams at rubber ducks over faulty code in her little cubicle, but that’s the industry she chose so it’s a give and take

- Met Natalie through Stan twitter and now they DM each other about working at Wayne Enterprises

- Doesn’t post much on twitter but follows the main Bruce Stan accounts, irl friends with Lia and Georgia

- Georgia

- Has a dog named Bean

- GothU, majoring in like three languages, polyglot (including Hindi 😏)

- Works at a retail home decor kinda store (home goods?)

- So lesbian-coded, but does not know it yet. Priyanka is her gay awakening. She is now a regular at Caffe Mood (She thinks she just likes the coffee (yeah right))

- Works at Goth U’s admissions department over the summer too

- Once got drunk and locked herself onto a roof by accident, ended up hanging out with Batman (he offered to break into her apartment for her but she said “nah”)

- Jane

- Works at Wayne Enterprises

- Runs bring your kid to work day (idk what her actual job is but she’s an Essential Worker, okay?)

- Very sweet, 10/10, looks on the bright side but never in a toxic positivity way

- Super social too, became work friends with Bruce because she’s nice but not draining to his social battery? They have lunch on occasion

- Watched the Graysons die with Bruce, call that trauma bonding

- Watched her toxic ex’s car burn to a crisp after a joker spree and took a selfie with it (she can have a little revenge, as a treat)

[okieapache70]

Solomon #pitbulls #dontbullymybreed #showmeyourpitties #pitbulladvocate #photooftheday #pitbulllove #proudpitparent #whogivesapit #pitbullproblems #proudpitbullowners #pitbulllivesmatter #pitbullmom #pitbullsarelove #pitbullsareagirlsbestfriend

[cod-dump]

I have a little funny question

What dogs would you think the 141 + Laswell, Graves, and Nikolai would be?

-🫠

Hmm… interesting question. I don’t exactly have particular breeds in mind for everyone but I have some that feel right.

———

Soap is a labrador retriever (or at least mixed with one). He’s energetic, very smart, a great family dog but also protective. Definitely was trained to sniff out bombs and after he was retired he went to a home with a big family with tons of kids who love him to pieces. He sleeps with the family’s four year daughter and is her constant shadow. He loves to go camping with his family, run around in nature and get filthy… then he has his humans chasing with him to try to get him clean.

Ghost is a rottweiler. Gets a bad rep for being dangerous (and he is, don’t forget that), but he is also very sweet and playful. Was in the dog fighting ring for a couple years before it was broken up, then he was bounced between shelters and foster families until he was adopted by a veteran who needed a companion. That man became Ghost’s entire world. He brought out the sweetness, the playfulness. During thunderstorms they cuddle and wait it out, and when it passes they step outside to breathe in the air.

Gaz is a Belgian Malinois and he was given to a college girl by her parents so she wasn’t alone when she moved out. He is very protective of her and very judgy of any new person she introduces him to. Without a doubt Gaz is her best friend and has been her rock for years. When her wedding day came, he was there. Best man? No, best boy. Her fiance worked on winning him over since day one, and it paid off because now Gaz has two people that he loves fiercely.

Price is a live stock guardian of some kind. Was born on a farm and given to a family friend who just lost his old guardian. Price was raised with a small herd of goats and they became his world. The family who owns the farm he lives on has a couple kids who come out and spend time with him. There are plenty of pictures of Price laying around with baby goats running around and jumping on him. He has jumped the fence more than once to chase off anything that might be a threat to his family.

Laswell is a mixed breed between a German Shepherd and a standard pitbull. She’s scary smart and very protective. She’s lived with the same old couple since she was a puppy. Laswell is very laidback at first but she’s very anxious and constantly moving between rooms to check on everything. She loves when her owners’ grandkids come over and latches onto one of them until they leave.

Graves is a pitbull. He’s big, scary, and a dork. Very protective and sassy. He’s owned by a police officer and that man is his best friend, Graves wouldn’t hesitate to fight someone over him. He has fended off an armed robber, getting stabbed in the process. But he did not stop fighting until he knew his human was safe. He has a gnarly scar as a reminder of that night but he doesn’t have any care. Though he’s much more jumpy at night, his human doesn’t mind it, he feels safe when Graves is on the job.

Nik is a mutt. He’s big, fluffy, and very laidback. He was passed around for a few years before a teenager bought him on impulse. His parents were very nervous about their son bringing home a huge dog whose history they had no knowledge of, but they quickly got over it. Nik is their gentle giant who loves to nap all day, though he is known to have occasionally zoomies that rock the house. He loves his family and would fight for them is the need came up… but he hasn’t had the chance to. One bark and anyone or anything that was suspicious tends to run off.

[libraryofloveletters]

Written In The Photos - Social Media Series

decided to take a little break from writing (I will still be writing after this, don’t worry!) but I didn’t want to leave you guys without content so I present the Written In The Photos series. each driver/player has a song and their post is inspired by said song :) I hope you guys enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed making it <3 // special thank you to my bestie @themandaloriansdiaries for all her help with song choices and all the cracked out convos we had to put it together. 

Carlos Sainz Jr - Smooth Operator by Sade

late nights, jet leg and messed up sleep schedules lead to words spoken which would normally be kept to themselves. 

Jack Grealish - Hot Girl Summer by Meg Thee Stallion 

party after party, Jack seems to be spotted with the same girl over and over again.

Lewis Hamilton - Loveeeeeee Song by Rihanna and Future 

he’s sick and tired of seeing you in private, he wants the world to know you’re his. 

Sergio Ramos - Way 2 Sexy by Drake 

working for a footballer isn’t easy, it’s even harder when everyone thinks you’re dating. ( footballer x pr manager)

Max Verstappen  - Can We Still Friends by Tyler, The Creator

even the best of the friends can have falling outs, especially when you’re on opposites side of the track.  (teammate/rival!reader)

Andy Robertson - I’m Still In Love With You by Sean Paul ft. Sasha and Jeremy Harding

so many years apart and you’re still in love with the same guy you’ve always been in love with.

Lance Stroll - Stuck With You by Ariana Grande 

every relationship goes sour, except for the one you had with a certain brown eyed boy. 

Pato O’Ward -  Sunday Candy by Nico Segal 

snapshots of love and life with the love of your life.

Jude Bellingham - P Power by Gunna ft Drake  

young and in love, you two find yourselves making headlines more often than not. 

Sebastian Vettel - Promiscuous by Nelly Furtado and Timberland 

can’t keep his hands off you and can’t keep the flirty comments away. (redbull seb) 

Kylian Mbappe  -  Hotel Room Service by Pitbull 

secrets unravel when you’re caught together in spain.  

Jenson Button - Money by Cardi B 

diamonds are a girl’s best friend after all (sugar daddy!jenson)

Ruben Dias - Golden Hour by JVKE 

you supported him through it all, it only made sense you were the one there in the end. 

George Russell - London Boy by Taylor Swift 

grey weather is a bit of a downer, unless you have someone by your side. 

Bukayo Saka - Star Boy by The Weeknd

proud, proud, proud; you showed everyone just how proud you really were. 

Mick Schumacher - Dark Red by Steve Lacy 

he only has eyes for one girl and it’s the one girl he wasn’t supposed to be looking at. (vettel!reader)

Neymar Jr - Tití Me Preguntó by Bad Bunny 

he promised to change, you were stupid enough to believe him but people never really change do they?

Lando Norris - Young, Dumb and Broke by Khalid 

regret makes people do crazy things. 

John Stones - I Wanna Dance With Somebody by Whitney Houston 

your husband winning the treble calls for celebration and you two finally get the night out you deserve. 

Esteban Ocon - Sure Thing by Miguel 

attached at the hip; the sunshine to his rain. you were everything to him. 

Erling Haaland - Sunday Mornings by Maroon 5

sunday mornings were a bit of a tradition for you, everyone notices when the pattern changes.

Pierre Gasly - Creepin’ by The Weeknd 

loyalty runs both ways, until it doesn’t anymore but nothing ever really changes, does it?

Virgil Van Dijk - Let ‘Em Know by Bryson Tiller 

some things never change, no matter how much you try. 

Fernando Alonso - I’m Still Standing by Elton John 

looking up and looking down, it never felt so right. 

Jordan Henderson - If I Ain’t Got You by Alicia Keys 

with your 10th anniversary around the corner, you both get a bit in your feels.

Charles Leclerc - A Sunday Kind Of Love by Etta James 

races, weddings and races again; sundays hold a special place in his heart. 

Trent Alexander Arnold - One Kiss by Dua Lipa

all it took was one kiss and the floodgates were opened. 

Daniel Ricciardo - Woo by Rihanna

monaco is good to those who are good to it, especially those who win. every winner deserves a prize worthy of a king.

Christian Pulisic - Unforgettable by French Montana and Swae Lee

the star player and the ex girlfriend of his closest teammate are spotted together; you’re too unforgettable.

Kostas Tsimikas - Boyfriend by Ariana Grande and Social House

you were his until you weren't, but then you were again. the two of you tangled in the sheets and in a web of confusion; were you or were you not?

[hotricebowlsoup]

you play stupid games, you win stupid prizes

(evamon + lots of other side interactions, 6k, sequel to this)

Life goes on as per normal, for Damon. His routine doesn’t change much, if at all; wake up to study at seven, have breakfast at eight, call his mother on the way to his first class, have lunch with Cassidy’s gang, attend afternoon classes, and resume studying at the Corner. The only thing that’s possibly slightly different in his daily schedule is the new presence he welcomes every late afternoon.

‘Welcomes’ is a little understatement. To be exact, he asked ( not pleaded, asked) Eva Tsunaka of the Mathematics course to leave her dormitory room and study with him through the lonely evenings instead.

It’s not like the new presence is life-changing, or anything. From Damon’s perspective, it’s always great to study with company, moreso if they are just as diligent and quiet as he is. It makes for good motivation to keep going, when the words in his notes start to not make sense.

So, why does literally everyone keep insisting there’s something more behind the scenes?!

i.

“I don’t believe you.” Cassidy Amber, for all her spunk and laughter, says very solemnly, staring Damon down with an unusual grouch on her face.

“There,” Damon sighs, already getting tired before the clock strikes midday, “is nothing to believe. Let it go, Cass.”

“Nuh uh! There’s totes something going on between you and Math Girl!”

Damon does not associate himself with these idiots, thank you very much.

He doesn’t even know when he even got dragged into this… messy group. He was perfectly fine sitting by himself, undisturbed while having lunch, until a few months after freshman orientation when these seniors just decided to sit with him. Uninvited.

“You looked sad and lonely, and we’ve always wanted to adopt a junior of our own!” The masked senior says, bumping shoulders with his energetic redhead best friend, who nods so passionately Damon wonders how her hat didn’t fall off.

“You have him,” Damon pointedly says, referring to an obviously rather reserved boy behind the loud duo.

“Not enough! As Pitbull once said, three’s a crowd, but four’s a party!”

“Actually,” The reserved boy speaks up, “that’s not—”

Okay, yeah. Their introduction was messy. The way they eat and talk is even messier.

Damon would never ever ever admit it upfront, but now that he’s given unlimited permission to have lunch with the two rowdy seniors, along with his fellow freshman Mark, he doesn’t see himself sitting alone ever again.

Even if they are messy. Even if he was forced into it. Even if they relentlessly tease him about what they insist is a secret relationship between him and Eva.

“Jett,” Mark Berskii, the most normal person in this odd group besides Damon, picks at his food and mutters to the masked man. “If you call her ‘Math Girl’ again, Damon won’t let you hear the end of it.”

“Hell yeah! We wanna know more, that’s what we’re here for!”

Damon groans, and runs a hand through his hair. “We’re not dating.”

“No way! Damie, you literally personally invited her to my game tournament,” Cassidy shakes her head, waving her fork rudely at him. “And she showed up! And you even introduced her to us, which is like, totally cool, ‘cause I’ve always wanted to meet more fans of Sublime Slam Sisters. But like, whaaaaaaaat? ‘Cause who does that for a girl they knew for a week?”

“Someone in love, of course,” Jett unhelpfully snickers. “And broskii, before that, you said you were gonna go out the lounge for some fresh air. And what happened?”

A sigh from his left. Mark picks at his food harder. “...I don’t remember.”

“No, you definitely told us that Da-bro and Math Girl were squatting outside, holding hands!” Jett insists. “And what’s more? Damon was apologising, right? Apologising??? ”

“For a girl he knew for a week?!” Cassidy gasps scandalously, “You can’t tell us that wasn’t straight outta a shoujo, bargain bin!”

“Dude, I been saying!!!!!”

Cassidy and Jett excitedly high-five each other, the combined ‘smack’ of their palms sounding like a firework heard up close. Damon buries his face in his hands, ears red from both embarrassment and fury.

“I’m leaving,” Damon grits out, but he shows no real will to. Mark sympathetically pushes his drink towards him.

“Pardon my intrusion, but I’m afraid I’m not quite following,” Jean DeLamer, who was sitting to Jett’s left, chews thoughtfully. “You held Miss Tsunaka’s hand, and spent time alone with her outside of the student lounge? That’s the sort of intimacy you don’t just show to any friend, aye.”

“Any normal friend is what you mean,” Cassidy laughs boisterously, answering the muscular senior she had graciously welcomed into their lunch gang some few weeks ago. “If Damie here isn’t dating Math Girl, then he’s gotta have a crush on her at least!”

Nobody is taking Damon’s humiliation seriously. “You’re all wrong, I—”

“Yo, ten bucks Damon gives in and asks her the fuck out by the end of next month,” Jett suddenly butts in, voice loud and serious.

“Are you kidding?” Cassidy gasps, “ twenty Math Girl does it instead ‘cause Damie’s too busy being pussy.”

“Fifteen the girl does it, but before this month ends,” Mark adds, and Damon turns to him, utterly betrayed.

Jean chuckles from across him. “I see we’re all placing bets now. Hm, I’ll put fifteen bucks on Damon confessing before this month ends. I have faith in him.”

“No one’s,” the subject of the bet screeches, face flushing hotly, “confessing anything!!!!”

At Damon’s frustrated outburst, the group only laughs in kind.

ii.

“What was it like…” Damon swallows, face scrunched in a grimace, “to confess?”

Desmond Hall, professional archer and charmer extraordinaire, chokes at his sudden question. Damon awkwardly watches as the usually composed senior wheezes and flusters.

“Uh, you…” The older boy turns to his junior, cheeks beautifully darkened, “Sorry, repeat that?”

“...I don’t want to.”

“Ah, sure,” Desmond rubs the back of his neck, still a little too embarrassed to look at Damon again, “...but when you said ‘confess’, did you mean it in…?”

“...in that way, yeah.”

“Ah, right. In that way.” Desmond pokes his cheek, eyes looking up to the sky. “Gotta be honest, I don’t remember it at all. At that time, it was a pretty big thing, sure, but after it happened I completely forgot I was nervous.”

Damon huffs. “That’s not helpful enough.”

“Sorry, I don’t really know what your situation is,” Desmond awkwardly chuckles, “Is it courage that you want to build up, or are you just not sure on what to say?”

Twiddling his thumbs, Damon mumbles, “Just… if it’s even worth doing it.”

From the corner of his eye, Desmond smiles, empathetic and kind. He sits a little closer to Damon, clearing his throat. “You always have to take the leap for things you want to change, Damon. You never became the best speaker on the Debate Team by waiting around. You never got into Eden’s Garden Academy by hoping for a miracle. You never knew what the outcome would be, yet you made the first move anyway, which ultimately led you to where you are today. Who says confessing isn’t the same?”

Damon looks at his senior, who fondly chuckles, “Personally, I think that confessing was super worth it. I wouldn’t be waiting outside for Eloise right now if I didn’t.”

A breeze passes. It blows against Damon’s face, and carries Desmond’s words with the wind. He presses his lips together, letting the archer’s words sink in.

He closes his eyes, and dreams. Of a possibility, a world where he confronts Eva, and gazes into steel grey, far longer than he should. A world where he works up the courage to say the words he was too afraid to spill in ink. A world where his hands hold hers, and she stands close, and his mouth runs faster than his mind can think.

A world where she opens her mouth, demure and quiet, and says…

When he opens his eyes, he thinks that being at the mercy of a bloodthirsty murderer would be a much more favourable position.

“What if…” he trails off, looking blankly to the front. Desmond notices the way his eyes dart everywhere, the way his fingers fidget on the wooden bench, and the way his Adam’s Apple bobs uncontrollably. “What if… she says no?”

“If she’s got the high and mighty Damon Maitsu to fluster like this,” Desmond gives him a friendly nudge, getting a ‘yip’ out of him, “why would she?”

The few minutes of silence that follow gives plenty incentive for Damon’s thoughts to run amok. Fortunately, Desmond’s girlfriend finally arrives, having been in fencing training prior to Damon seeking him out.

“Thanks for keeping me company, Damon. I hope all goes well on your end,” Desmond encourages, making his way to the approaching Eloise. “Who’s the lucky girl, by the way?”

“I’m not telling you, go away.”

Desmond laughs and bids his junior goodbye, walking off with Eloise’s hand in his.

Damon watches them go. When Eloise gives Desmond a quizzical look, most likely referring to the unexpected conversation between the two, his senior only shrugs, pressing his lips to the fencer’s temple.

Damon watches, and for a moment, sees a curly haired girl and a blond haired boy in their place.

He slaps himself quickly afterwards.

iii.

“Going out to see Damon, again?”

Eva stops still, very still, in her tracks, and turns around at a snail’s pace. Diana Venicia doesn’t look directly at her, still looking for something in her makeup drawer, but Eva can see the bright smile that pokes out from her half-turned face.

“...Does it matter?”

“Well…” the pink haired girl giggles, and faces Eva, “You’re hurried in your movements today.”

“I don’t like wasting time. You’re holding me back.”

Diana’s smile drops quite noticeably, and Eva feels the massive need to look away. “Ah… sorry, I didn’t mean to do that.”

You probably don’t mean a lot of things either, Eva bites her tongue.

Her hand rests on the cold metal of the doorknob. She turns it, not yet pulling it open, and keeps her hand there. Then she stays in her spot, silent in thought for so long, that Diana carefully comes up to her to ask if she’s okay.

Even as she’s rushing, Eva doesn’t feel quite ready to leave their shared dormitory room yet.

“My roommate’s friends with your roommate, apparently.”

She bites her lip, mentally preparing herself.

“You…” Eva starts cautiously, getting Diana’s immediate attention, “You told Damon’s roommate about me.”

“Well, he did ask, in Damon’s name,” the latter fidgets nervously, “I’m really sorry if you didn’t want me to tell them, but Kai seemed like he really needed it, so…”

“It’s alright,” the bespectacled girl says, using the softest tone she’s yet to use with her roommate. “Things turned out well, in the end.”

Slightly embarrassed, alongside the reminder that she would be running late for the daily study session, Eva fully turns away from Diana, pulling the door open.

She almost mumbles a soft ‘thank you’ when the other girl stops her this time.

“I’m a little hurt, you know,” Diana says, voice kind and lovely, even with the sad smile on her face, “I heard that he introduced you to his friends because you said you didn’t have any. I thought I was a friend to you.”

Eva’s head turns slightly, not enough to look Diana in the eye.

The soft hand curled around her wrists burns in its spot.

Shaking her head, Diana withdraws her grip, holding her own wrist close to her chest. “Sorry. I just… since we became roommates, I’ve always wanted to be your friend, and know more about you. I really try my best to reach out, even when you leave the dorm earlier and come back later than I do.”

Eva hears, for the first time. Fully hears Diana.

All her life, she’s lived and breathed alone like it was her purpose. Because when people did actually reach out, no matter if they were an adult or peer, they always had an ulterior motive in mind. There was always something to be used. There was always someone to be used. And that someone would always be Eva.

All her life, there was no such thing as true kindness without a give and take. So when the pink haired girl stumbled into the room on the first day of orientation, catching her attention with a big bright smile, it blinded her vision and she locked herself away. There is no light without darkness. Surely, her optimistic roommate must be putting on a front, too.

But, Eva concedes, as she sees the way Diana’s hand anxiously clenches her clothing, hasn’t she been far too mean to her?

While she’s still not brave enough to look at her, she nods, very slightly, and notices how Diana’s figure relaxes a little.

“If you want me to stop,” the pink haired girl offers, albeit dejectedly, “I won’t bother you any more.”

“No,” Eva says, before she can stop herself, before she realises she even opened her mouth. 

Diana looks up, eyes wide and jaw hung open.

“I— Um.” Eva fumbles, “Thanks. For doing it.”

She takes a quick glance at Diana, meeting her eyes, and very shyly looks away just as quickly.

Even then, she can feel the other girl’s posture straightening itself, and she’s back to being cheerful, bouncing on her toes.

“Okay,” Eva hears the cheer in her roommate’s voice, and the corners of her own lips almost twitch up by themselves. “I’ll keep reaching out, if you don’t mind.”

She sucks in a breath for courage, and looks up at Diana, who’s smiling as bright as the sun. Choosing to put her point of focus on the pink haired girl’s cheek, instead of her jovial doe eyes, Eva raises her left arm, stiff and awkward.

She brings it up to shoulder level, then, even more awkwardly, clamps it on Diana’s shoulder. She raises it again, slightly, and brings it down. Pat. Again. Pat.

Diana blinks, her smile growing wider, even with the confused look in her eyes. “Was that a… shoulder pat?”

Eva doesn’t speak. But her cheeks burn, and she swiftly turns the opposite direction to hide her expression.

“Oh my goodness,” a giggle from behind her, and she can feel the flush spread to her neck and ears. It must be glowing right now, even. “Eva, that was so cute!”

Hastily fixing her spectacles, all she can mutter out is an ‘I have to go’, and pulls away from Diana, running out the room in embarrassment. The giggles get softer behind her, the faster she runs away.

Left in the room alone, Diana forces her laughter to come to a stop. But she keeps an overjoyed expression on her face, eyes smiling at the adorable memory of her roommate. She sincerely, sincerely hopes there’ll be much more fun times like this with her. And maybe, now that Eva seems somewhat willing to open up, they’ll come pretty soon.

“All the best with Damon,” The pink haired girl whispers, and closes the room door, “I really hope you’ll be happy, Eva.”

iv.

“You there, clad in the dark jumper and green tie,” Toshiko Kayura, self-proclaimed professional matchmaker of Eden’s Garden Academy, addresses Damon from behind her fan, “are going through a tumultuous period in the perilous journey of romance. Hmph, from the way it oozes out of your soul, I can practically smell it from where I am sitting.”

“Who the fuck,” Damon responds, blinking, “are you.”

Toshiko stomps her foot on the ground, already going on a tangent about her “reliable” matchmaking skills. Ah, and Wolfgang Akire of the Law course, the other bane of his existence, is sitting there too. With his legs crossed elegantly, and a picture perfect smile on his flawless face.

Damon feels ready to head to bed at eleven in the morning.

He almost walks away when the young girl quickly composes herself. Clearing her throat, she continues from behind the fan, “What is it that troubles your soul, Damon Maitsu? I simply cannot bear to let you walk around with that… unrest oozing out of you. Not when it disrupts the zen of those like me.”

He fiddles with his hair and grumbles, giving Wolfgang a pointed look. The law student who challenges his stare only smiles in kind. “It’s not particularly something I want to say. Definitely not in front of Wolfgang, at least.”

“Are you afraid I might ridicule you?” the man asks, the smile on his face looking almost condescending.

“Absolutely.” Damon squints. Absolutely no doubt he would, if it’s about Damon.

“Hmph! Fear not, unwise one,” Toshiko’s eyes crinkle, amused. “A shared joy is a double joy, but a shared sorrow is half a sorrow. Believe me, it will alleviate your turmoil to speak your mind.”

He raises an eyebrow, unconvinced.

The young girl flutters her eyelashes, expecting.

Damon notices the action, and for a split second, steel-grey eyes come to mind.

It disappears just as quickly as it came, but even then, it doesn’t stop the heat that he feels travelling up his skin from his neck to the tip of his ears. Instinctively, he looks away and scowls. Big mistake, because Wolfgang Akire lets out a low chuckle at his unfiltered expression, and if Damon weren’t trying to hide his vulnerability, he’d totally be sacking the other guy right now.

On the other hand, Toshiko Kayura sees his visceral reaction, and all but giggles, offering the seat in front of her. Damon doesn’t see any other option, so he just sinks into the chair, hiding the lower half of his face with both his palms.

“So?” She leans forward, impatient but thrilled, “What is it that ails you?”

Damon shuts his eyes, gears in his head turning. Is this really something he wants to talk about out loud? The great Damon Maitsu, veteran debater, throwing his dignity away to ask for help in confessing to some girl?

“How’d you even know I was deep in thought?” He asks, trying to stall.

“One never doubts a matchmaker’s intuition!”

“I do.”

Toshiko huffs and fans herself, expertly keeping her face covered. “Perhaps I should forgo the skirting. You have feelings of affection for someone you have yet to be closer to, but because of the odd characters you both possess, you are unsure whether to proceed. Am I wrong?”

The blush that had previously subsided from Damon’s face returns, in full blossom. “How did you—?” he screeches, startling some passersby.

“How peculiar,” Wolfgang laughs lightly, unfortunately still present. “Damon, this might be the first time I’ve seen you so flustered. I’m rather curious about who they are now.”

“Do not interrupt this sacred moment, Wolfgang!” Toshiko silences him, snapping her fingers in front of his eyes. Then, her eyes crinkle again. It’s suggestive this time. “Or would you like to share your successful endeavors with Miss Madison?”

Wolfgang draws back, a small flush taking over his neck and cheeks. He coughs into a fist, letting out a slightly strangled, “...Apologies. Please continue, Miss Kayura.”

Damon internally cheers at Wolfgang’s small defeat, almost forgetting he’s still being interrogated about his own romance issues.

“Back to you, Damon Maitsu. I implore you to take my advice, for if you don’t… I’m afraid disaster might strike.”

“This is,” he deadpans, “about a confession.” He’s so glad he’s normal. Everyone else is so weird.

“Verily! My point stands!”

“Right, so,” he begrudgingly humours the young girl, fidgeting with his tie, “What exactly should I do to avoid this so-called “disaster”?”

Her eyes light up. “Communication, of course!”

“...Right.”

“Take me seriously, Damon Maitsu!” Toshiko kicks his leg, causing an immediate reaction from him. Who knew fourteen year olds had so much strength in their knees? (No, Damon is not weak, others just happen to be stronger. It’s not strange at all in Eden’s Garden Academy, really.) “Without proper mutual understanding between you and your beloved, you will find your relationship to be as sturdy as a sandcastle in front of the raging sea.”

“What Miss Kayura says is true,” Wolfgang interrupts again, to Damon’s chagrin. “We’re both students in the Humanities, Damon. I’m sure you’re aware of the significance of a well articulated speech.”

“Why haven’t you run back to your girlfriend yet, Wolfgang? She’s the only one who actually likes you.”

“How crude, Damon.”

Toshiko raises a hand to silence the two men. “Ahem! Damon Maitsu, that is all I have to say for your situation. You are your own obstacle, in any case.”

As Damon stands to leave, she leans in one more time. He sees a twinkle in her eyes that screams mischief, not uncommonly found in a growing teenager. He braces.

“All the best with Miss Tsunaka,” she giggles, “Damon Maitsu.”

Damon draws back, eyebrows shooting up. “You— You knew?”

“One never doubts a matchmaker’s intuition,” Toshiko repeats, looking very proud of herself. What an odd kid. He should’ve just left from the beginning. Why did he even bother to stop and listen to one of his greatest academic rivals and some fourteen year old?

But as he leaves, ignoring the polite wave sent by Wolfgang, he ponders on the advice he was given. If everyone except him was succeeding in their respective romantic fields… maybe… there was merit to be had. After all, as Hegel mentioned, “Truth is found neither in the thesis nor the antithesis, but in an emergent synthesis which reconciles the two.”

Communication, huh?

v.

“Oi, idiot,” Kai yells, slamming the door open on a fine Monday. “Why the fuck aren’t you and Eva dating?”

Damon jumps in his place on the bed, halfway through taking his sweater off.

Kai gags. “Eugh, don’t strip in front of me.”

“Maybe don’t barge in without a knock???”

The door slams shut just as loudly, making Damon flinch again. Kai drags his feet as he enters, making sure to slouch backwards and groan as dramatically as possible.

He flops onto Damon’s bed, right beside him, despite the blond boy’s protests. And then, instead of loudly complaining about his terrible day like usual (Kai has a terrible day everyday), he just lies there, quiet in thought.

Kai thinking scares Damon. Genuinely. He’s not even trying to be mean.

“Did something happen?”

“You happened!” Kai bites back quickly. “Dude, I didn’t beg Diana for Miss Mathlete’s name so that you could go up to her, apologise, play video games, and still not get to first base!”

“You’re so dramatic. Diana would have told you without you needing to go on your knees.”

“Nuh uh. Your rizz is like, freaking negative, dude.”

Damon rolls his eyes, pulling his sweater off completely, having been interrupted earlier. Unbeknownst to him, Kai’s eyes follow the movement of his arms, gaze intense and longing, allowing silence to take over instead of opening his mouth and betraying the way his voice might overflow with desire.

Gods, if Damon doesn’t hurry up and get with the love of his life and out of Kai’s, he thinks he might kill himself from all the pent up tension.

“Kai.”

“Hm?”

Damon opens his mouth, but stops himself and just shakes his head. “...Nevermind, it’s nothing.”

Kai rubs his eyes, knowing exactly what his roommate’s so hung up on. “You’re so… stupid, man. I don’t get it, I really don’t. You like the girl, the girl likes you, so just… go for it.”

“You don’t know that,” he hears the uncertainty creep in Damon’s voice, as he turns around in his seat to look at his influencer roommate.

“No,” Kai whispers back, because Damon couldn’t be more wrong. He does know. He does know the difference between the look of someone who is utterly besotted, and someone who isn’t.

The look on Damon’s face when he talks to Eva. The look on Eva’s face when she talks to Damon.

The look on Damon’s face when he talks to Kai.

Kai shuts his eyes.

“No,” he repeats, firmly. “I do know that. I couldn’t be more sure of it.”

He might’ve overdone it with the forced coolness, because Damon, literal master of picking apart debate arguments, does pick up on the uncharacteristic behaviour.

“Huh,” Damon’s lips quirk up a little, “I never realised you wanted me to get a significant other this bad.”

Kai smiles, trying to keep the bitterness out as much as possible, “Nah, just don’t like seeing you mope around. It’s minus aura.”

“You and your online lingo.”

The air is a little lighter, and Kai’s chest unconstricts.

Saliva rests heavy at the back of his throat, along with a thousand words. Don't go. I hope you'll be happy. She's bad for you. She's good for you. Choose me instead. She's everything I'm not. I love you.  

Instead of spilling all over, he reminds himself that this is one of the last few moments of peace special to both him and Damon alone. So he soaks in it, crossing his fingers, hoping it lasts longer. Just a bit longer.

Kai dozes off, gripping loosely onto the fabric of Damon's dress shirt. He relishes in the way he isn't stopped.

Eva will have him soon, but for now, this moment is his to treasure.

+ i.

“Damon.”

No reply.

“Daaamon.”

There’s an annoyed grumble, but the boy stays focused on his work. The clack of his laptop keys sound louder and harsher.

Eva taps the top edge of his laptop screen, wobbling it a little. Damon looks up, a scowl on his face. “What?”

The girl blinks at him, sitting still, before moving her chin to rest on her hand. She doesn’t say another word.

Damon huffs. “Are you serious?”

She blinks again, silent and cat-like, and enjoys the way he bristles further.

He turns back to his laptop screen, glaring at the material on it like it personally challenged his bloodline. His eyes flicker, left and right, left and right… and then he just sighs and gives up, and closes his laptop.

“You’ve got my attention.” Damon frowns, “What do you want?”

“This is of utmost importance, Damon. It’s crucial that you absorb everything I am about to say next. If you don’t, a world shattering event will take place at once.”

…This can’t possibly be the ‘disaster’ Toshiko was referring to. “What is it?”

“Are you ready to absorb the weight of the universe?”

“Hurry up, Eva.”

“Did you know,” Eva says, looking directly into green eyes, speaking very solemnly. “black holes vomit.”

Ah. It indeed wasn’t. “...Eva.”

She leans in further, and with the flawless poker face she wears, he genuinely cannot tell if she’s trying to joke or not. “To be exact, they can ‘burp’ up stars that they’ve previously swallowed, and no one can explain why this happens.”

Damon stares, and stares, until his eyebrows droop outwards in utter disappointment. This is the girl he chose to crush on?

Eva Tsunaka ignores the pointed silence from the boy across her, and leans back, with an unspoken satisfaction with her own ramble. Said boy caves and lets out a very long sigh that spans approximately twenty seconds long.

“Why do I even deal with you,” he mutters, pinching his nose.

“You like me,” she replies, swift and easy.

He stops cold, eyes shooting wide open.

In front of him, Eva returns to her work, completely unfazed, while Damon stays frozen in place. Did she… did she…?

How could she confess with such a straight face, when he’s been tormenting inside all over for the past week?

Wait, there’s literally no guarantee that she means it in *that* way. Damon breathes in deep, his fingers shaking as he brings them down to his lap. Yeah. Maybe you’re just misunderstanding because you’re nervous.

Although, he has long been waiting for the right time to spill his feelings.

Surely, now that she’s made the first move, he could at least return the favour, right?

“I…” Damon begins, sounding like a strangled whisper. He clenches the fabric of his pants tight. “I like you, too.”

And then, Eva Tsunaka looks up at him.

And goes back to her work barely a second later. “Yeah, duh.”

?????????????????????????????

Oh, okay, sure. Yeah.

Leave it to Eva Tsunaka to remain nonchalant even as they’re spilling the very depths of their vulnerable souls, while Damon’s heart is pounding at a thousand miles per minute.

“You— You’re—” he splutters, “Why are you so calm about this?”

“About what, Damon?” she raises her head, exuding the very definition of calmness.

“I— You just confessed, and I confessed back, and— you’re acting like this is a totally normal day!”

Eva’s brows furrow. She sets her pen down, fixes her glasses, and steel grey stares into green for the second time this afternoon.

“Confess?” she asks, “I didn’t… Damon, we’re dating, right?”

We’re.

We’re WHAT?

Damon squints so hard at her, letting utter confusion seep through his expression, that he forgets to reply.

At the long silence, Eva’s cheeks dust with pink, and she repeats, much softer and much slower. “Damon. We’re dating, right?”

“Are—” He answers intelligently, “Were we?”

The mathlete blinks repeatedly, cheeks growing a dark shade of red, and only now does she have the audacity to look like she wants to run. 

She buries her head in her arms, letting out a strangled, guttural sound from her throat, and Damon winces. Oh no. Oh no. He didn’t even get to confess properly, and he already fucked it up. Way to go, you stupid loser. Pushing his own confusion and embarrassment aside, he leans over his side of the table and grabs onto Eva’s wrists, not wanting a repeat of the last time he scared her away with his insensitive words.

“Don't run away,” he insists, voice teetering on desperate, “We need to talk this out.”

Eva, ears burning red, goes silent for a while, and lets out another high pitched whine. But she doesn’t move from her seat, which he takes as a win.

Damon sighs, letting one hand go to ruffle his hair. He stands up, other hand still holding onto her wrist, and crosses over to her side of the table. Bending over her slightly, he exhales, breath hitting her ears and turning them even more red. The girl refuses to turn her head and spare him a glance.

“Eva,” he begins, cautious and soft, “look at me?”

A fidget, a grumble. Then a few seconds later, she complies, slowly turning her head so one eye is visible.

He sighs, noticing the way her spectacles are twisted awkwardly whilst being crushed by her arms. It must be uncomfortable for her. Stretching a nervous hand out, he gingerly coerces her face off the table, and when she reluctantly lets him lift her head, he slips her glasses off her. The action is gentle, intimate almost, in the way his fingers tremble while unlooping the earpiece behind her ear. If Eva jumps slightly at the ticklish touch, Damon chooses to ignore it.

Silence ensues, as steel grey struggles to meet green.

“Why did you think we were dating?”

She licks her lips. Her fingers fiddle. “When you invited me to your friend’s gaming tournament… and apologised to me outside. I thought…”

“Ah,” Damon sweats, “I didn’t know that was a… declaration of love.”

“I didn’t know it wasn’t!” Eva defends, “Damon, I told you I’ve been ostracized all my life. Where do you think I have the time to know what romance is?”

“You think I know what romance is, either?!” He argues.

They squint at each other, baffled. And then, it dawns on them.

They’re just two idiots. Two idiots, neither of which has ever been in a proper relationship before. Neither of which, despite achieving excellence in their respective academic fields, know how to do anything remotely sappy. Neither of which know how to properly cross the line, nor hold the hand of the one they want to do it for. Just two big idiots, who don’t know how to write their own story.

At the unspoken shared realisation, Eva is the first to laugh, in the form of a strange, amused huff. The corners of her lips quirk upwards. Damon is quick to follow, a small exasperated smile blooming on his face. He kneels right beside her seat, chest heaving with relief and joy, as quiet chuckles fill their Corner.

He’s never knelt in front of anyone before. He’d rather die than to have someone else literally look down on him like this. But when steel grey finally gains the courage to gaze into green, eyes crinkled so fondly, being on his knee doesn’t seem so humiliating anymore.

“We’re… kind of stupid, aren’t we?”

“Nope,” Damon has never been more glad to see Eva smiling, “That’s just you.”

He grumbles, all in good sport, and she laughs and extends an arm. It rests on his left cheek, and he’s very aware of the lithe thumb that brushes his lower lip.

“Because…” She leans in, and he gulps. “I believe I’m smart enough to do things at my own pace.”

Damon shuts his eyes on instinct. In the next second, a soft warmth presses against his lips.

A nose crashes into his, too.

“Ow!” he pulls back, hand flying to his nose. “Eva, what the hell?”

She blinks, and looks away, rubbing her own nose. “That was intended.”

“No, it was not!!”

But even as Damon massages his own nose and complains about the pain, his cheeks stain a beautiful pink, vividly remembering the lips against his.

“...Eva.”

“...Mm?”

“That was your first kiss, wasn’t it.”

“...Mm.”

He sighs in fond exasperation. A few more moments pass in silence, where all there is to be heard is the deep breaths taken by him. Before she can finish recovering from the embarrassing mishap, he reaches out and pulls her face back close.

“Don’t stop,” Damon whispers, and Eva can tell the moment his eyes dilate. “until I tell you to.”

In another context, it would’ve come off as commanding, or even seductive. Eva recognises this in the stories Diana talks about, the princely kind that makes your knees buckle. But this is Damon she’s talking about. Prideful, pathetic Damon, who’s never kissed a girl in his life. And if anything, he just sounds silly. Desperate. Full of want, dignity forgone. Not audacious, nor a prince.

If anything, it makes Eva’s heart flutter more.

Who is she to stop him when he pulls her in again?

Seconds feel like hours, when all they can focus on is the awkward and tentative brush of the other’s lips against their own. Too conscious of the other’s breath. Too aware of the other’s teeth. Too unsure of what to do next. It’s so embarrassing. It’s so special. It’s theirs.

“Your lips,” she murmurs when they pull away, soft and flustered, “are chapped.”

“They… I speak often.” he replies very cleverly, and also very soft and flustered.

“Oh, do you.”

Eva doesn’t give him a chance to speak.

She’s a smart girl, and she learns fast. It doesn’t take long for her to know when to pull away, when to return, when to let out a soft sigh that she knows drives him crazy. But Damon’s also a smart boy, and he also learns fast, and it also doesn’t take long for him to return the favour, eliciting gasps out of her when he figures out when to follow after her and when to swallow her sighs.

He’s going crazy. He’s never done this before. He wants to do it again.

And when she lets out another audible breath, nearly pushed over the edge, he strikes.

“Quiet,” he brings his hand up to the back of her head, “you’re still in the library, Eva.”

He pushes her over. She falls.

He follows.

[skeletalgoats]

RANDOM KEEGAN HCS

Because I love him and that sexy voice of his 🛐🛐🛐

● Most definitely a fan of people like Pitbull, Kesha, and maybe Usher.If you catch him listening to music, it's probably one of them

● He plays bass, and he's really good at it too.He was forced to learn it as a kid for some reason

● Genuinely loves cats.He found a stray bicolor cat one day on the streets one day and decided to pet it, ever since then he became obsessed

● He had long hair before he joined the military, he shaved it all off sadly

● An absolute flirt to like every women possible

● This guy becomes so scared of you when you're mad.He doesn't like you screaming at him even though he was trying to help

● He dated this person as a teenager, but quickly found out that the person he was dating was a femboy....and the child of his biology teacher

● He is so down bad for goth girls, he even had a crush on his best friends sister, even dated her secretly.But that stopped once he found out she was pregnant with his cousins child.

● Has the darkest humor ever.His jokes are so offensive and you have to stop him from speaking during a funeral because GOD knows what's gonna be coming out of his mouth

[lisaphantasia]

Hear me out

Never in my fucking wildest imagination did I ever think that a girl getting fingered by her best friend in a carriage while Pitbull is playing would be the most romantic thing I've ever seen

And yet here we are... It was Unhinged and I lived for ever second of it