#so real actually i wanna kiss josh's ears

[amymbona]

This is like THE Josh O'Connor statement.

[pilliepollie]

Day6 react to you "calling” another guy

Thanks so much for liking it! I actually had a lot of fun coming up with these scenarios! (LINK for those of you who haven’t read it)

Jae

It was late into the evening and you and Jae are finishing up cleaning after dinner. Being the cheeky devil you are you decided to pull a little prank. Walking over to the couch you sat down and pulled out your phone, “Hey what’s up JUSTIN! You haven’t called me in a while and I just wanna know how you been?... Good good, oh me? I just ate dinner, yeah not much happening right now.” Listening from the other side of the kitchen washing dishes, Jae begins to get confused since name he hasn’t heard ever, Justin? Who’s Justin?! Y/n’s never talked about him before. That Justin guy better not get near Y/n. “A date? At the movies? Tomorrow at 7-”, interrupting your lil act your boyfriend comes storming in, “HEY WAIT A MINUTE NOW WHO DOES THIS CHUMP THINK HE IS?!” You laugh hysterically, wheezing while trying to capture this moment of him in his angry stance, “Babe it was just a prank 😂🤳.” You turn around to show him your phone, there was nothing on the screen except a cute photo of you two. Speechless, he still even had his bright yellow dish gloves on, holding a sponge in one hand and a spoon on the other, “Oh you are so done. C’MERE YOU😤 ” The night ended with Jae chasing you around the house trying to catch you with his wet soapy gloves still on, “COME ON BABE YOU AT LEAST OWE ME A HUG AFTER ALL THAT!” 

Sungjin

My goodness, this man would just stop in his tracks as he listens to your so called conversation with “Kyle”🤭. Good thing your back was facing him, otherwise your wide grin would’ve ruined the whole thing. You planned on doing this prank as soon as he gets home from work. Hearing the keys entering the lock and the knob turning, you proceed with the prank. “Haha yeah I remember that... Me? KYLE you’re asking me if I’m free tomorrow?” Being the protective boyfriend he is, Sungjin starts to get a little mad, “Alright I’ve had enough of this.” he murmured. Walking over to you, Sungjin lightly taps your shoulder and motions his hand to let you give him your phone to give “Kyle” a piece of his mind, “Hey Kyle, this is Sungjin, I’m not sure if you know me or are aware of our relationship but I’m Y/n’s BOYFRIEND, I repeat, B. F. BOYFRIEND. So run along now and go ask out someone else because she/he’s taken buddy.” Hearing you giggle from his passive aggressive response to “Kyle”, he turns to you with a confused face, “What? I can’t just let some random guy take my girl/boy can I?”, “Babe look at the screen.” Looking over to your phone, he sees the notes app being opened up with the words, “Who’s Kyle? Sounds like a made up guy to me ;)” Congrats, your boyfriend is now jaw dropped, and eyes widened 😲. “You little-” 

Young K

The only member to catch onto your little joke in my opinion. But before finding out, he’d just stare at you like “ಠ_ಠ... So you just gonna let this happen huh?” In between your guys’ dinner, you decided to pull the prank, needless to say, saying another guy’s name was all it took for Younghyun to completely stop eating. With a mouth full of spaghetti he continues to listen, *What’s he saying? Is he asking you out?!* he mouthed. You shook your head, *Not telling*, I guess that’s what made him think that it could possibly be a prank, which it was. Being the annoying Brian he is and wanting to test his so called “theory”, he did what any boyfriend would do, or any annoying, crazy, and out of their mind kind of boyfriend would do. Thank god it wasn’t a real call because it would have been a major rollercoaster trying to explain this man’s actions. “OHH Y/N! GOD THAT FEELS SO GOOD!”, “YOUNGHYUN WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!”, “YEAH JUST LIKE THAT BABY MMM RIGHT THERE YEAH THAT’S THE SPOT!” At this point you’d have to stop, god you could see the smug written all over his face, “You think you can prank me like that? I don’t think so babe 😘.” Needless to say, never make him suspicious during any REAL phone calls otherwise you’ll be in royally big trouble 😅

Wonpil

I actually think Wonpil wouldn’t do anything, he’d just sit there not knowing what to do and kinda just wallow in sorrow around the house all day until you’d have to tell him that if was just a prank. “Babe what’s wrong? You’ve been walking around the house and looking like someone sucked the energy outta you.”, “Well I don’t know.. just leave me alone and go over to TYLER’S place because he asked you to come over and it SEEMS like he’s a funnier guy than me. >:( ” Lowkey about to be on the verge of tears until you started laughing over his jealous and bratty state, you walk over to him and squish his cheeks, making his lips pucker out in a cute way. “It was just a prank Wonpil, a skit, a one man show. I just wanted to see how you would react if it actually were to happen.” This poor boy would just stay quiet for a few seconds, trying to put 2 and 2 together 😂, “So Tyler isn’t a real person 🥺️?” “No babe he is not.” You and I and the whole myday community both know that Wonpil is the crybaby in the group so you best believe the waterworks will start flowing. “WAAAAAGHHHHHH”, making ugly sobbing noises with a running nose starting to form. “OH BABY NO I’M SORRY I WON’T DO THAT AGAIN I PROMISE!” Looks like you’re going to him a coddle him up with lots of kisses and I love yous because the poor man just went through a whole set of emotions within those few hours. Lesson learned, this man’s level of emotions will be the downfall of him someday.

Dowoon

Chilling on the couch, Dowoon has not given you any attention what so ever this whole evening, instead he focused all his attention on his Nintendo switch. “Woonieee~ can we cuddle 🥺️?” Only to hear his response a few seconds later, “Sorry Y/n I gotta finish these last levels, I’m so close to getting to gold tier.” A few minutes later~ You come back to the couch with your phone in hand and up to your ear, “Yeah I could eat... Chipotle sounds great... see you in 10..JOSH.” Pretty sure it took him a few minutes to comprehend what just happened, when he did his fingers slipped leading to the game console to fall on his face. He gets up and goes over to you, mouthing the words *Y/n what are you doing 😕.* Ignoring him, you proceed with your act, “Oh are you on your way right now?” purposely smiling. Dowoon snaps and grabs your phone, lifting his arm way up into the air so you wouldn’t be able to reach it. “HEY DOWOON GIVE IT B-”, “I’LL CUDDLE WITH YOU FOR THE REST OF THE NIGHT AND GIVE YOU FULL ATTENTION JUST PLEASE DON’T GO SEE A RANDOM DUDE OK!”, “Oh ok 😏”, “Wait what.” Confused over your quick response, he brings his arm back down and looks down at the screen, “Google search: Ways to get your boyfriend’s attention... Number 1- Pretend you’re calling another man.” Dowoon looks up at you like he’s just seen a dead man, “Y/n I lost all my progress because of you.” Giggling, “Yes I know,” you say, skipping happily to the bedroom, “Now quit standing around it’s time for cuddles 😊.” Laughing in disbelief over your whole act, “You’re lucky I love you.”, “Yes yes I love you too now get your cute ass over here.”

[howdoyousleep3]

your last drabble was AMAZING, but now i raise you- daddy fucking baby bucky while BUCKY is on a call. maybe it’s some guy from one of bucky’s classes that was too stubborn to take a hint, or maybe an intern at steve’s work who always flirts w bucky when he’s there

“Fuck, Steve I swear our roles should be reversed. D’you sometimes think you want sex too much? That you’re too horny?”

Steve chuckles into Bucky’s neck before giving his ear a nip for his sass. His hips press and settle into the cushion of Bucky’s ass with a hefty exhale, his heavy cock stretching his sensitive rim, filling Bucky right up in a way that has his toes curling. His words are all fun, all bratty, with little bite behind them; both of them know Bucky would never complain about how much sex they have.

“Never thought I’d see the day a little slut like yourself would complain about getting’ fucked too much,” Steve bites back as he pulls his hips back oh so slowly, and Bucky whines, brings an arm up to bury his fingers into short silky hair.

“Yeah? Now who’s the slut?”

Bucky has a soft spot for this position, lazy on their sides with Steve’s body tucked behind his own. He adores Steve’s hands on his body in such a way, cradling Bucky against his chest, mouth on his neck and right at his ear. Bucky is weak for the way his head rests in the crook of Steve’s elbow, the way that arm wraps around his neck, hand sliding across Bucky’s chest, the way he can tighten it when wanted.

It’s the position they find themselves in when they are lazy, when they wake up in the morning or want one more taste of each other late at night. Steve chooses to not hold Bucky’s leg this time and instead runs his free hand up his stomach, his chest. The small arch in Bucky’s back makes the stretch of Steve inside of him incredible, makes the slide of his cock compel Bucky eyes to roll a little on their own accord.

Bucky hadn’t realized he was making so many noises, which is how it tends to happen, but Steve moans softly in his ear, kisses at Bucky’s neck.

“You were saying?”

Asshole.

He tightens his fingers in Steve’s hair, tugs a tad in retaliation right at the same time Steve’s hand runs down to squeeze at Bucky’s cock. The touch is timed perfectly with Steve’s thrusts, with that gutting roll in, one that makes Bucky let out a whine of, “Ohh…”. Steve acknowledges him with a hum, a warm noise that he lets out right into the skin of Bucky’s cheek. When Steve fucks him this way it’s always slow, always focused around feeling and sensation, sometimes even stopping to take the time to get carried away kissing, all tongue and lips until Bucky has to beg Steve to move again.

These are the times Bucky truly feels like one with Steve.

“Love lovin’ on you like this. Look how sweet you are for me, Buck,” Steve whispers in his ear, arm under his head curling to grasp at Bucky’s opposite shoulder. It pillows Bucky’s head against the meat of Steve’s bicep, such a comfy home, but the thrill of the squeeze is there, the hold and the pressure. All Bucky can say in response to Steve’s sugary words is a small, “Daddy…”.

“Yeah, baby god I’ll never get tired of this, never. I should, I fucking should be sick’a you but fuck I’m not, I’ll never be. Could stay right here and love on you for—”

Bucky doesn’t hear his phone ringing. The only thing that pulls him from this filthy foggy mindset is Steve stilling.

“You wanna get that?” Steve whispers and Bucky scoffs.

“R’you for real?”

“I don’t know, Buck. You don’t get many phone calls and that isn’t Nat’s ringtone.” Bucky rolls his ass back. The phone continues to ring.

“Steve, quit it, come on. Please…”

“Who’s Josh?” Bucky’s eyebrows furrow some as he tips his head back to press a set of wet kisses along Steve’s chin. The phone continues to ring.

“He’s…he’s my lab partner. Can we not talk about him while we’re having sex please? Come on, Daddy, while I’m not entirely turned off?”

Bucky doesn’t expect Steve to start moving again, honestly doesn’t expect for him to have maintained his erection, but god bless him he has. Steve’s grip on his shoulder tightens some, his other hand running sensually down Bucky’s chest, his stomach and both let out a pleased noise. His knees have crossed some, one laying over the other, in the movement and pause of the phone call, and it makes Bucky feel like he’s absolutely stuffed with cock and he loves it. He’s about to let out another moan, one from the back of his throat, when his phone goes off again but this time it’s a text.

They ignore it. But then it goes off again.  

Bucky ignores it but Steve—

“Guy can’t take a hint, can he?” Bucky wants to chuckle at the irony but also rip Steve’s hair out for not ignoring his phone like Bucky has.

“Yeah, he’s…he’s been real persistent,” is what Bucky mistakenly says through his hazy mindset and clenched teeth and this time Steve does stop moving.

Shit.

The hand on his stomach moves to grip his hip, his other arm loosening as well, and Bucky can feel Steve look down at him.

“What do you mean, Buck?” Bucky wants to whine, does when he arches his neck, wants to ask Steve for what feels like the fiftieth time to please just keep fucking him, but he knows he won’t get out of this one. The hand in Steve’s hair is brought back down and Bucky wraps it around Steve’s arm around his neck.

“Josh uhm…Josh has, he’s been flirting with me recently and uhm…trying to get me to g-go to dinner with him,” and before Bucky can get half of the words out Steve is tucking and pulling him back into that thick wall of a chest with a noise that Bucky can only describe as a growl. Bucky gasps when Steve rolls his hips a few more good times, fucking into him a little harder, a little deeper, and he’s both surprised and not surprised at Steve’s actions.

“S’that so?” Steve grits out into his ear and Bucky wants to roll his eyes at just how dramatic Steve can be sometimes but his eyes end up rolling for an entirely different reason when Steve uses his vice-like grip to slip and slide that thick cock in and out of Bucky a few more times. His thrusts are sharp, like lightning down Bucky’s spine, and he can’t help but whine out some, let it bubble out through his lips.

“He…he s-stopped after a few days but…but doesn’t seem to get it,” Bucky tries, his voice bouncing with the movement of Steve’s body, heavy exhales let out right into the skin of Bucky’s temple.

“Call him back,” is what Steve says but those can’t be the words he actually ends up saying. There’s no way Steve is actually telling him to call Josh, his lab partner, back while they’re still fucking.

That’s exactly what Steve is telling him to do.

“Steve, Daddy no, no there’s…oh there’s no reason to, come on,” Bucky tries but it’s no use, not when Steve has heard that there’s someone who won’t stop harassing his baby even after he’s said no. Bucky tries to see it from Steve’s perspective, knows how protective he can be, moans some at the thought, but Steve is in his ear, cock still moving.

“Call the prick back.”

Bucky doesn’t even have to move on his own, Steve rolling Bucky onto his stomach so he can better reach his phone on the bedside table. To be manhandled has Bucky whining, has him already arching his neck back into Steve’s mouth, his teeth. Steve doesn’t even stop fucking into him, adjusts and flows into this new position with ease forcing Bucky’s head to drop forward into the sheets.

As he grabs blindly for his phone his brain struggles with what to focus on but all worried thoughts, hesitant ones, are quite literally fucked out of his system with each deep and gutting roll of Steve’s hips. He tries once more to object, bites out a low, “Daddy…” but is met with a nip on the nape of his neck, a warning.

He’s opening his phone and hitting the call back button before Steve can say another word.

Steve doesn’t fuck Bucky like this often, tends to only when they are wanting something rough, when Bucky asks Daddy to make it hurt a little bit, to make him take it. Bucky hates how much he loves this position, the feeling of Daddy straddling his ass and just riding him into next week, hands planted on either side of Bucky’s head. Steve’s on a mission now, a fucking filthy one, runs a hand up Bucky’s spine just to dig into his hair, to tug on it right in time for—

“Hello?”

Bucky didn’t even think about needing to talk.

“H-hey, Josh. Sorry…sorry I missed your call; I was a little busy.” Steve growls from above him, tugs on Bucky’s hair a little harder as he takes a seat on Bucky’s ass and grinds. Bucky barely stifles his whimper, can barely fucking breathe.  

“Hey, Bucky! No, it’s okay, it’s cool. You kinda ran out after lab today and you didn’t get to answer my question. Just wanted to follow up.” Bucky can barely hear Josh on the other end of the line, can barely even comprehend if the words he is saying are English or not. He tries hard to keep his breathing steady, to not make it super obvious that his Daddy is fucking the life out of him at the moment.

“What…what question w-was that?” Bucky asks and before Josh can respond properly Steve is bending, his warm breath hot on Bucky’s unoccupied ear.

“Lemme talk to him, Buck. Lemme tell him how sweet your little pussy feels.”

How he doesn’t squeal is beyond Bucky. He feels like his whole being gets caught in his chest, threatens to explode and combust with a bang.

“Wanted to see if you’d go to dinner with me. You know I’ve been trying for a few weeks now. I’ll get you eventually, come on. What’dya say? Thursday?”

Bucky is not a violent person but he almost wishes Josh were here in person so he could knock his lights out. Steve’s cock digs into his sweet spot, makes Bucky let out an untimely ngh noise, and he can feel the victorious grin on Steve’s lips against his cheek. He thanks his lucky stars that Steve can’t hear Josh on the other line; who knows what would happen if he heard Josh’s words.

“Ohh, right. Heh. Well…”

“Should I tell him somebody already owns this boy pussy? That he should move onto the next slut?”

“Ohh, I uhm…that’s k-kind of you to offer yet again but I think I’ll have to pass.” Steve’s teeth dig into Bucky’s jawline, lock on like a feral animal, a not-so-subtle reminder of why Bucky is passing on a date with anyone else. Steve’s hips slow then and Bucky wants to cry because slow is always what Bucky wants. Bucky always prefers feeling every inch of Steve in his pussy, loves feeling every ridge and vein until his lips curl. Goddamn Steve for knowing him so well.

“Aww, come on, Buck,” Josh chides, and Bucky detests the way his nickname sounds coming out of Josh’s mouth, “What harm could possibly come from dinner?”

Josh doesn’t know Steve Rogers.

Bucky could cry from the way Daddy’s cock feels pressing and pushing into his sensitive pussy at the same time the hand in his hair holds taut. Steve’s thighs falling on either side of Bucky’s waist makes Bucky feel like an animal, an untamed animal that needed the guiding and controlling hand of a Daddy.

“Do I need to step in Buck? You gonna talk to him or should I?”

“Josh, listen,” and that’s bad, saying another guy’s name is bad, makes Steve let out another hateful noise, makes his teeth dig hard into Bucky’s neck. He almost says he’s sorry but bites it back before it’s out, clenches rhythmically down on Daddy’s cock instead.

“I can’t go to dinner or…or anything really. I have a boyfriend—”

“You’ve got a Daddy, boy. Tell him who I am to you.”

“—and I don’t think it’d be right.” Bucky almost screams when Josh lets out another chuckle at the same time Steve’s hips pick up their pace.

“Then we’ll go to dinner as friends. Boyfriend doesn’t have to know,” is the last thing he hears before Steve is moving. The hand in his hair is gone, Steve’s mouth on his neck is as well, but the most devastating part is that the phone is snatched from his ear as well. He wants to crumble through the bed and to the floor when he hears Steve say, “Hey Josh, how’s it goin’, buddy?”

And Steve doesn’t stop fucking him, doesn’t stop the delicious slide of that cock, keeps one hand on the middle of Bucky’s back, pressing down.

“Yeah, no hey this is Steve. Yeah—Bucky’s boyfriend.” Bucky’s fingers curl into the comforter beneath him, each thrust of Steve’s pushing out a pathetic noise from Bucky’s lung with each move.

“Daddy…!” Bucky hisses, his hiss turning into a wail that Bucky lets out into the fabric beneath him. He gets a smack on his ass for his troubles.

“No, I’m sure Bucky’s mentioned me I’m just not sure you chose to listen to him. That seems to be a reoccurring issue you have Josh.”

Bucky can’t ignore the way his dick throbs at this whole scenario: at the humiliation and the position and the dirty talk. He knows Steve is going to say something, is going to do something that Bucky is going to blush from, something that prevents Bucky from looking Josh in the eye again or vice versa. He doesn’t blame Steve, knows Steve would do much worse if he could, and Bucky ignores the part of him that revels in the treatment of someone trying to get at Daddy’s baby.

“Bucky said he doesn’t want to go to dinner with you. Bucky said no, Josh. You having trouble understanding that?”

One can’t even detect a hitch in Steve’s breath, the bastard, can’t even tell that he’s moving his body, his hips, his cock, at quite the rapid pace. Bucky’s dick rubs against the sheets and he’s left gasping, scrambling.

“Bucky’s a sweet kid, too sweet sometimes, so I’ll say it for him—fuck off, Josh.”

“Daddy!”

“Oh, I am for real, Josh. If you don’t, we’ll have some serious problems. Now—” and Steve’s adjusting, grunts into the fucking phone, as he squeezes at one of Bucky’s ass cheeks, “—I’m gonna set the phone down now and feel free to listen to how pretty my Buck sounds when he comes. Maybe he’ll even be sweet enough to squeal my name so you can finally cut the shit. Bye Josh.”

Bucky’s going to come and he hates how much he loves it, hates how his toes curl, hates how he know he’s going to do exactly what Steve says he will. Steve’s voice is hot on his neck again, fucking into Bucky with renewed vigor, hips slamming like pistons against the meat of Bucky’s ass cheeks.

“Come on, sugar—know you’re close. Know you love Daddy lettin’ others know who he is to you. Know you’re a little slut for me bein’ possessive and showin’ others that you’re my sweet boy, come on. Come on my cock, come on.”

Bucky hates how right Daddy is, knowing Bucky would hiccup and squeal on his cock, sputtering as he came. He hates how much he loves not really know if Josh was still on the other end of the call. He hates how much he loves how protective and territorial his Daddy is. 

He may hate all of these things but one thing is for sure—

Bucky loves his Daddy...

[xmxisxforxmaybe]

From the cliche list ‘There’s people chasing us and I pulled you into the alley with me and wow you’re close’ with whoever your muse chooses 🤗

@sherlollydramoine‘s Drunkenly confessing feelings + Josh?

I am going to combine these two because I think they work really well together!

* * * * *

“Jesus Christ Josh! Run!”

“I’m not,” Josh panted, “as spry as you!”

“Stop playing video games and go for a run!” you shouted over your shoulder, the sound of your shoes slapping on the pavement suddenly growing louder to your ear as you ducked into an alley.

The sound of Josh’s shoes was damn near cacophonous as he rounded the edge of the building and followed you.

“Come on,” you begged, bouncing on your toes and waiting for him.

Josh jogged to catch up to you, his cheeks red and his hair puffing out as it sucked up the humidity of the drizzling rain. He stopped in front of you, bending to rest his hands on his knees as he caught his breath.

“They went this way!” sounded two deep voices from not nearly as far away as you wished they were.

“Fuuuuck,” he groaned.

“If you get us caught and we lose, I swear—”

Josh cut you off by yanking on your arm and pulling you into an even more narrow alley, one that you hadn’t even noticed behind the large dumpster. You were chest to chest as you attempted to even out your breathing, your ears straining as you listened to see if you were followed.

Josh looked down at you, his eyes bright but more grey than green in the darkness of the alley. He studied your face, his pupils widening slightly as time passed.

“Do—mmf—”

Josh’s large hand cut you off before you could really speak, his elbow now resting beside your head as he pressed into you.

“They’re not here. I told you they turned at the corner of Watson and Grotts.”

“Fine—but if you’re wrong, you’re paying for my share of the booze tonight.”

“I’m not wrong, asshole. Let’s go.”

Josh cocked his head to the side, listening intently. You tried to move, but he held you in place, his hand adjusting so he was now shushing you with just his finger.

Another set of feet came thundering into the alley, immediately followed by a raucous bout of laughter and screeching as yet another pair of people were caught.

“Damnit!” a feminine voice rang out. “We just eliminated Meegan and Ted.”

“And now WE got you,” one of the deep voices that had been chasing you rumbled.

“Who’s left?”

“Josh and Y/N. We were just heading back to check another spot for them, but first, hand those over.”

The girls who had been caught groaned and you inadvertently clutched at the tag hanging around your neck. The object of the game was to seize your opponents’ tags—the pair left with their tags intact got to drink at the Goog, your favorite bar, for free for the weekend.

It was a marketing ploy you and Josh were trying out for one of your classes. You had met the semester before at a party and became fast friends, even though you two couldn’t be more opposite at times. Since you had started the Tag-Taking game, business was up by 15% and you were absolutely not going to lose your own game.

At first, you and Josh advertised and then watched the fun game from a distance to collect your observations, but when enough of your friends realized that the two of you had never actually played the game, they guilted you both into it.

So, here you were, scrunched in a tiny, starting to smell quite ripe, alley, almost nose to nose with Josh Washington.

You nipped at his finger and he pulled it away, grinning down at you while you rolled your eyes at him, except you had never really noticed the cute smattering of freckles that dotted near his temples and across his nose. He was really very pretty, and it was no surprise that he seemed to have a new girlfriend every few weeks.

Josh’s eyes were now locked on yours and you felt that familiar pull of longing, of wanting someone to kiss you, but this was Josh! No way were you about to go there.

“I think we’re good,” you whispered, breaking the moment.

“Yeah,” Josh agreed and slid his body from yours, slowly peeking around the edge of the building.

He gave you a signal for the all-clear, and as soon as you were free from the alley, you broke into a run, calling for Josh to get his ass moving back to the bar.

* * * * *

You laughed and clinked your glass with one of your best friends, Jayna, as you then downed what you thought was your fifth beer. Fifth or sixth—what did it matter because you didn’t have to pay!

“Can’t believe you and Josh won the first and only time you ever played!”

“We do make a great team,” you said, smiling as you poured another glass from the pitcher.

“So, are you gonna be more than a team?”

“Huh?” you said, your lip turning up in confusion.

“Don’t play dumb. I see the way you two look at each other.”

“Noooo,” you scoff. “We’re jus’ friends!”

“Mmhmmmm.”

“Don’t you ‘mmhmmm’ me. I swear!”

“Look at him, Y/N. He’s been watching you all night.”

Josh had been watching you all night, which you only knew because you had been watching him all night.

“He’s not,” you counter into your glass as you take another drink.

“I’m gonna go start the shot tray. And you’re gonna go take a shot with him,” Jayna said.

“Noo, ohhhh no,” you tried to argue, but she was already up and halfway across the bar.

When she returned with the shot tray, she said, “To you and Josh!”

“Jay! Seriously—not gonna happen.”

“Drink. I toasted and it’s rude not to drink your toast!”

You tossed back the shot, knowing it meant that it was now your turn to deliver a shot and Jayna wasn’t going to let it be to anyone other than Josh.

With a sigh and dramatic circle off of your comfy stool, you took the tray and made a beeline for Josh. A very cute blonde was tucked into his side, and you almost balked.

“Y/N! The reason for my success! Brought me a present, I see,” Josh said, taking a shot from the tray.

You smiled, a tight smile and clinked your shot glass with Josh, neither of you ever taking your eyes off of each other as you tossed back the drink.

“Here, Kiley. Take this on my behalf,” Josh said as he passed off the shot tray to the blonde.

She giggled and took it, turning in a cute little circle as she decided which person she’d pass it off to.

“Come on,” Josh said, taking your hand and pulling you out of the bar.

“Needed some air,” he said as soon as you were outside.

“Who is she?” you blurted out, clapping your hand over your mouth at your own blunt question.

“Whoa there,” Josh said grinning. “Ask it like that and I’ll think you actually care.”

“I don’t care,” you said lightly, looking at the ground.

“We hooked up a few times. Nothing serious.”

“Oh.”

Josh swayed on his feet, and you knew that he was at least as drunk as you. Josh Washington rarely ever got sloppy. It was almost scary how put together he could seem on the surface, but he had his little tells.

“How much did ya drink tonight?”

“Enough,” he said with that same grin as earlier, the one that made you feel like the room was spinning—or maybe it kind of was.

“Wanna get outta here?”

“Huh?” you asked in the same eloquent manner as you had earlier with Jayna.

“You’re cute when you’re shitfaced,” Josh explained, stuffing his hands in his pockets and rocking on his feet, except that he wobbled a bit again.

“You’re not exactly sober-faced, ya know.”

Josh shrugged, the remnants of his grin still playing with the corners of his lips.

“Jooosh,” came the sing-song voice of the blonde named Kiley. “I’m all outta shots!”

Josh reached into his back pocket and pulled out a twenty. Kiley hopped over to him and plucked it from his fingers, leaning in for a hug before bouncing away.

“Think I’ll be going back in now.”

“Wait—not yet,” Josh said, reaching out to grasp your arm.

“I really think—”

“That’s just it, Y/N. You’re always thinking. And if you’re always thinking, you’re never gonna give me a chance and all I want is a chance just one. I’m not—I’m not who you think I am.”

“Who do I think you are,” you said turning to face him.

“A player, I’m guessing. And you’re not . . . wrong. I just hadn’t met anyone I really liked.”

“So you’re just taking half the campus for a test drive. Tryin’ out as many models as you can. I respect an informed buyer.”

“Don’t do that. Don’t brush me off when I’m trying to be real with you.”

“Look. We’re both feelin’ pretty good—”

“Exactly. We’re both in a place where we can speak a little more freely. Openly.”

“What exactly do you want, Josh?” you asked, suddenly afraid of his answer.

“You,” he breathed and stepped forward, recreating the distance that was between you and him in the alley. “I want a chance with you.”

“You gonna want that chance when you’re sober and Kiley’s sprawled across your bed?”

“No more Kileys. Just want a you,” Josh said taking a step forward so now you were looking up at him. “Question is . . . do you want a me?”

There was only one way to find out. With a sigh and your liquid courage, you stepped up onto your toes and kissed Josh, his lips warm and pliant, tasting sweet like the last shot the two of you drank together.

“That a yes?” Josh asked as you flattened out your feet.

“It’s a maybe.”

“Wanna go someplace and talk?”

“Just talk?”

“Duh,” Josh said, that grin back on his face.

You smiled, unable to not when he was looking at you like that.

“All right, Josh. One chance.”

“That’s all I’m gonna need,” he said as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head and wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

You hoped that he was right.    

[captain-mcdavid]

word count: 4.3k

smut: yes | no

warnings: sorry! you guys are gonna hate me for this! angst, swearing, fighting, smut, rough (consensual, but very one sided) sex, head injuries (note: the other parts can be found on my masterlist)

“He’ll text back,” Lindsay says, and you shrug, not looking over at her. She’s apologized at least sixty times for sending that text but you’re still not quite ready to play nice.

“I’m really sorry you know,” She says, and you nod, shooting her a quick half smile from your spot on the couch.

“I know Linds, it’s fine. Honestly.”

It’s not though. You can’t help but bring this all back to her, and it’s making it really hard to sound sincere when you say you accept her apology. Why did she have to send that text at that time? Why did she have to push you to do this in the first place?

She sighs and smiles, blowing you a kiss before heading out the door again. You know she feels bad, her absence over that last week has proven that. She avoids problems, and that’s exactly what she’s been using Boone for.

You open your phone again, staring at the onesided conversation. It’s been two weeks and you’ve sent 15 messages, and he hasn’t responded to a single one.

You’ve considered ambushing him multiple times, showing up to his place or waiting outside his building, but thank goodness you’ve convinced yourself against it.

Watching all his games probably doesn’t help the situation either. When he wins you want to celebrate with him, and when he loses you want to be there to comfort him, but he won’t give you the opportunity, and frankly you don’t deserve it.

It’s the second period of game six, and they’re down one in the series. If they don’t win tonight, they’re out, and at the moment it’s not looking so good.

You’re watching rather emotionlessly until it happens, but when it does you’re on the edge of your seat. Josh and Charlie MacAvoy go into the boards, and Charlie throws an obviously high hit on Josh.

He goes down hard and you jerk up, breath catching in your throat when he stays down. You can hear your pulse in your ears as you watch him get lead down the tunnel, and you’re wishing now more than ever that you weren’t in this place with him.

You’re a nervous wreck for the rest of the game, Josh comes back for the third period, but you expected him to. Even if he is hurt, no one could keep him from this game. He’d have to be nearly dead to not go back out.

When the third period finishes your heart sinks to your feet. Josh was on cloud nine after Tampa and to have the playoffs end like this must be so frustrating for him, not to mention everything going on in his life that isn’t hockey related.

Watching the post game interviews is literally heartbreaking, and this time you’re unable to convince yourself out of an ambush. He might need time, but according to you he’s had enough of it, and he needs comfort more.

When you arrive his car is in the lot so you know he’s home, but you don’t think about the obvious until you get to the door.

You can’t get in without him ringing you in, and if he decides he doesn’t want to see you, he probably won’t do that.

You debate with yourself for at least ten minutes, arguing in your head about whether or not he would actually leave you out here at night in the cold. After what you did though you wouldn’t put it past him, so instead of pushing the buttons to phone his place, you phone Boone’s instead.

You’re kind of counting on your acting skills, and Josh not telling any of the guys what happened, and it’s shaky ground but you don’t know what else to do.

“Hello?” Boone sounds tired even through the distant telephone box and you respond in a frail voice.

“Hey, Boone. It’s Y/N.”

“Oh hey,” He sounds confused, rightfully so.

“I’m just here to check up on Josh, but he’s not answering, I think he fell asleep. Do you think you could let me in?”

“Oh yeah for sure!” He says, and you sigh in relief. “My button is actually broken though so I’m just gonna come down to the main doors, I’ll be there in a minute.”

“Thanks Boone,”

He hangs up and when the silence hits, so do your doubts. You drove all the way over here on impulse but now you’re having trouble convincing yourself to actually go up.

It’s pathetic. You know you need to apologize, but you’re so afraid of what happens after you do. What if he ends it? What if you lose him?

Even the thought of it causes you physical pain, how could you have been so stupid? Why did you ever agree to this?

Boone sends you a small wave and then opens the door, greeting you with a smile. “Hey,”

“Thanks so much, Boone.”

“Yeah no problem,” He replies, walking with you to the elevator. “Thanks for coming to check on him. He seemed pretty bummed out,”

“How’s his head?”

“It’s uh, okay? I don’t know, he kept on saying it didn’t hurt but he just wanted to play. No one really believes him.”

Despite feeling so guilty, you also kind of want to yell at him. Playing injured is no joke and you know there’s no way he’ll put his safety above a playoff game even though he should.

“You’ll get it out of him though.” Boone adds, and you smile in response, but you feel a pang in your stomach.

The elevator settles in silence for a minute, and you’re watching the numbers go up, only one more floor.

“How uh, how was your date with Lindsay the other night?” It’s the only thing you can think of to break the awkward silence, and thank god the doors open as if on queue.

“Huh?” Boone responds, and you resist the urge to roll your eyes at him. This dude can not keep his hookups straight.

You shake your head and laugh, backing down the hall you shoot him a closed smile. “Nevermind, thanks again.”

“You uh, know which one I’m assuming?” He asks, and you nod with a chuckle. “Well if you get lost Seth is right here.” He points to the door on your left and you give him an awkward thumbs up.

You both head down opposite ends of the hall, and you’re left alone in front of Josh’s door. You knock hard before you can convince yourself out of this, and wait with your eyes shut tight until there’s movement.

He opens it, looking rather bored until he sees you. He’s shirtless, only grey sweats covering his lower half. Neither of you say anything, and he looks like he’s debating something, before he just moves back so you can step in.

You’re surprised, a door slamming in your face seemed more likely than this. You toe in and he shuts the door, not turning to face you.

“How’s your head?”

He sighs and finally turns, walking stiffly into the kitchen while he rolls his eyes. “Do you know how many times I’ve been asked that tonight?”

“Probably lots,” You reply feebly, “I just want to know that you’re okay.”

“I’m fine,” He cuts in, white knuckling the counter, his jaw clenched while he refuses to make eye contact.

“Would you tell me if you weren’t?”

He furrows his brows at the question and you look to your feet. You feel like you’re walking a thin line, and one wrong sentence could kill you off completely, and that might have been it. It sounds too personal, too intimate and you know it rubs Josh the wrong way.

“I don’t know what you want me to say.” He starts, shrugging his shoulders. “We could have been better, but when it mattered most we couldn’t get it done. I’m fucking pissed as hell. Is that what you wanna hear?”

“I guess, yeah.” You nod, and your gaze falls to the floor, not sure where to go next.

“What are you even doing here?” He asks, and the harshness in his voice is enough to make tears cloud your eyes.

“I wanted to check on you.” You say honestly, sucking in a shaky breath before you speak again. “And I wanted to say sorry, and explain.”

“I don’t really wanna hear-“ He starts, but you cut him off, not realizing how loud your tone takes.

“Josh, please!”

“I don’t wanna hear it!” He raises his voice too and now you’re in a screaming match. “I was stupid, you played me, what else is there?”

“That’s how it started out,” You say, and he rolls his eyes. This seems impossible, maybe now wasn’t the right time to do this. How are you actually supposed to get through to him when he’s this upset? “You have to know that that stopped, it was real,”

He scoffs, and his body looks so rigid with anger that it’s frightening. “How am I supposed to believe anything you say?” He shouts. His face is flushed, his eyes light with rage when he looks at you and you hate that you’re the reason he’s so irate. He breathes heavily, and paces the kitchen, stopping momentarily to catch your gaze. “Why?”

When you can’t respond his shoulders tense, and he swipes at the first thing he sees. The glass goes flying, shattering against the wall while you flinch, sucking in a shaky breath to constrict the sob threatening to come out.

“What can I do to make this better?” You stutter, taking a step towards him.

He moves away from you, and your stomach clenches. He opens the cupboard and pulls out another cup, launching it at the exact same spot at the wall.

“Josh,” You cry, but nothing. Another one shatters with a sharp crack. He throws at least four before you step in, yanking the glass from his hand. “Calm down!” You shout, staring at the unrecognizable guy in front of you.

“Calm down?” He scoffs, grabbing the cup easily out of your hand while he laughs harshly. “Isn’t this what I’m supposed to do though? Let out my anger? It’s not good to bottle it up, right?” Another one shatters. Every throw is packed with aggression, the cups hitting the wall with considerable force. “Not like this, someone is gonna call the fucking cops!” You yell, grabbing the glass that he pulls out away from him. He takes an intimidating step towards you, and you back up into the counter, pressing a hand to his chest, feeling so tiny when he’s towering over you like this. He tries to grab the cup, but you move it, pushing harder at him. “Josh, stop!”

His movements cease, but he stares you down with hard eyes, still very close. “I know you’re angry.” You start, and for the first time since you’ve been here he isn’t quick to jump down your throat with a response. “You’re pissed about the game, and you’re pissed at me, and you have every right to be, but throwing all of your cups at the wall until one of the neighbours calls the police isn’t going to make you feel any better.”

“Then what is?” He whispers back, and everything is silent. The darkening shade of his eyes while he looks you over is enough to tell you what he’s thinking.

You shouldn’t. This isn’t what you came here for but you can’t help but think that this might be your last chance. If things go the other way you might never get this opportunity again and that scares you. Right now it’s obvious what he wants from you, and he might never want it again, so shouldn’t you take advantage of that?

In this moment his lips are so tempting that it’s hard to think about anything other than kissing him.

“What is?” He repeats, his gaze falling to your lips.

You swallow hard and then raise up onto your toes, your hand coming up to Josh’s cheek while you hesitantly press your lips to his.

Both of you are frozen for a moment, and you land back on flat feet before Josh reacts, but when he does it’s fast. His hands grip tightly at your waist to yank you into him, while he kisses you bruisingly.

You start to wonder if he’s held back on you until now, or if it’s the adrenaline that’s made him so strong, because you wouldn’t be able to make him move if you tried. He’s surrounding you, holding you to him with an iron grip.

He pushes further against you, and the edge of the counter digs into your lower back. The sting makes you suck in a gasp against Josh’s lips, and you feel him push again. He pulls back and his fingers glide up, slipping into your hair before he pulls down, your head falling back to rest against his palm while he wraps his other hand around your neck.

“You gonna let me take my anger out on you?” He whispers, his eyes gliding all over your body without catching your gaze.

You nod and suddenly his line of sight snaps up to meet yours, and a sinister smile creeps onto his face.

It’s the first time you’ve seen any semblance of a smile from him tonight, but it’s not his usual charming grin. It’s more scary than anything else, like you’ve just agreed to something you shouldn’t have.

As much as his behaviour is freaking you out, you know you can trust him, because his hand loosens around your throat, his grip in your hair lessening before he murmurs, “You sure?”

You look him over one more time, swallowing the lump in your throat before you nod once.

His hands disappear from you for a moment, and then he’s bending to catch the backs of your thighs. You manage to grab onto his shoulders before you fall backwards, and you look down to where you’re wrapped around him, taking a deep breath as you look back up, only to have Josh catch your lips.

You wiggle closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck until you’re flush to him, trying to match the intensity of his kiss.

It’s nearly impossible, keeping up with him, and your lips actually start to feel a little sore before he’s dumping you onto his bed, fingers curling into the waist band of your leggings. He tugs them and your underwear down in one swipe, pushing your shirt up while he spreads your legs. He drags his thumb down your slit, and you wiggle at the uncomfortable dryness. He notices, and bends down, following his finger with his tongue. He sucks on your clit, and swirls his tongue around, and it feels heavenly, but you’re afraid to moan or touch him, unsure of what his reaction might be.

He pulls up a little, and then spits onto your cunt, queuing a quiet gasp from you. Two of his fingers come to spread the wetness, dipping into your pussy to see if you’re ready.

He seems satisfied with the progress, tugging you closer to the edge of the bed. He shoves down his sweats and boxers, his hands coming under your thighs to hold them open.

He’s completely focused on himself, avoiding eye contact while he chases down a release, only concerned with making sure it’s not painful for you.

He doesn’t slow down, pushing himself into you hard until he’s bottomed out. He holds still for a second, his abs clenching while he sighs in relief, but then he’s moving fast again, grinding into you hard. He pulls you onto him with every thrust, railing into your cervix.

He continues at his pace, and it feels good but you know you’ll need more if you’re gonna cum, but that doesn’t exactly seem like a priority for him at the moment.

You’re nothing more than a doll to him right now, there’s nothing intimate about this. You’re a means for his pleasure and that’s it.

With a low groan he falls onto his arms, one hand wrapping around your throat while he picks up his pace, hips bucking wildly against yours while he chases his high.

Your mouth drops open while you try harder to get air, and the closer Josh gets, the more his grip tightens.

It gets to the point where barely any air is getting into you and you start to wiggle in his grasp, your vision clouding while he pounds into you.

Just before you feel like you’re about to pass out, he finishes, collapsing on top of you, breathing heavily.

You pant for air, and Josh stands, looking you over with an unreadable expression while he picks up his sweats.

He looks like he wants to ask if you’re okay, but can’t quite bring himself to do it, instead opting to watch carefully while your breathing regulates.

When you finally sit up, he starts to move again, pulling on his pants.

You cover yourself in the sheet and watch while he tries to busy himself, looking for something in his drawers.

You bask in the silence for long minutes until Josh finally turns back to you.

“Why is it that the one time I actually want you to leave right after, you stay?”

Your brows furrow when he says it, and you swallow the lump in your throat. “You don’t need to be a jerk.”

“Yeah, right. Sorry. I’m the one that needs to apologize for being an ass.” He says it with a venemous scoff and you feel like crying. He can’t even look at you.

“Listen. I know you’re mad at me but I’m here, and I’m trying to apologize, why won’t you let me?” You voice breaks at the end and Josh’s jaw clenches.

“You should go.” He says, and you have to blink away the tears.

“Will you please let me explain, I hav-,”

“Please!” He interrupts, and you startle at the bite behind his voice. “Just go.”

And with that the tears finally fall, while you scramble out of the bed to put on your clothes. Josh stands still, a hand over his mouth and you take one last look at him before walking out his bedroom door, even though it breaks your heart all over again.

On the way out you pass the chair, the jacket chair, and you shouldn’t, but you stop in your tracks. At this point, this is none of your business, and looking could put you in an even worse position, but you can’t help it.

You look down the hall to make sure Josh is still in his room, and then you lean over the back of the chair.

It’s still there, crumpled on the floor. You pull it up, examining it before your stomach drops even more. It’s a baby pink denim jacket that you’ve definitely seen before, and not just from seeing it here.

With a deep breath you flip it over, hoping you’re not gonna see a silver ‘feminist’ patch among others on the back. You’d recognize it anywhere, you helped her put on all the badges.

It was Lindsay’s.

Your head feels like it’s vibrating, your thoughts tangling while you try to sort out the things in your brain. He just told you to leave but you can’t, so you walk gingerly back up to his doorway, where he’s stood in exactly the same position. You hold the jacket behind your bag, and Josh starts to say something, but you don’t let him.

“At Boone’s party. I lied to you. And you knew I lied, but you didn’t call me out,” You explain, watching carefully for Josh’s reaction. He looks defensive, and the clarity that you need is finally coming through. “I was so confused. You said you were watching me all night, and I was wondering why you didn’t talk to me.”

You hold out the jacket, and Josh’s whole demeanour changes. It all makes sense. “You were acting weird at the party because you saw me come in with Lindsay, right?”

The strands are all connecting and you thought that this situation couldn’t get any worse, but obviously it has, and you feel like you could throw up.

You think about Boone, and his reaction to you bringing up Lindsay at his party, and when he let you in.

“I came with a friend. Boone knows her, Lindsay?” You had said, but Boone just looked lost, like he had no clue who you were talking about. And then again tonight, when you asked how his night with Lindsay was, he once again, looked confused.

Boone doesnt know who Lindsay is. Because Lindsay never slept with Boone.

“Did you...” You start to ask, but stop when you feel a physical pain shoot through your chest. You know what the answer is, and it’s only gonna hurt more to hear it, but you need to hear him say it. “Did you and Lindsay- did you...?”

You meet his eyes and the guilt behind them is all you need.

“Y/N,” He starts, but you hold up a hand, cause you don’t actually know if you have the heart to hear what he has to say.

“How could you?”

“Let me explain-,” He tries to jump in, taking a step towards you but you lurch backwards like you’ve been burned.

“How could you?! You had the audacity to get mad at me for what I did when you were sleeping with my bestfriend?” You start to turn around, but Josh’s hand wraps around your arm.

You don’t even think about your next actions, it’s like an instant reflex. Your palm flies across Josh’s cheek, his head turning to the side while you stare with wide eyes, unbelieving of what you’ve just done.

“Do not touch me!” Your voice is explosive, and he looks taken aback. “You will never touch me again. Not after this.” You’re disgusted with yourself for not seeing this sooner, for letting him use you tonight. “Not after that.” Your voice breaks while you motion towards his bed, the barrier breaking while tears start to fall.

His nostrils flare and he looks down on you with pure rage. You swallow dryley, and pull your arm out of his grasp. He opens his mouth to talk, and then shuts it again, jaw clenching like he’s trying not to go off. You’re not prepared for the yelling that’s about to come, you’re so mad that you don’t want him to make a point, you can’t listen to his side of things right now.

You try to leave again but Josh’s booming voice makes you startle, stopping in your tracks. “Don’t you dare walk out of here.”

You turn slightly, refusing to make eye contact with him. “You think that just because I slept with Lindsay I’m not allowed to be pissed that you fucking played me?”

“Oh please!” You’re shouting back blindly, the words coming out of your mouth before you even have a chance to think about them. “What I did is nothing compared to sleeping with my bestfriend!”

“You have no idea what even happened! You won’t let me explain!” You’ve never seen him like this, so angry. If you weren’t right there with him you’d probably be bawling right now, but you’re just as pissed off as he is, and all you feel like doing is yelling right back.

“Right, cause I’m gonna give you that opportunity after you made no attempt whatsoever to hear me out! And what is there for you to explain? What explanation could you possibly have other than the obvious.”

“You wouldn’t know cause you won’t fucking listen!”

“I can’t listen!” You shout, taking a second to breathe in the middle this outburst. “I’m so unbelievably mad at you right now that I can’t listen to anything you have to say!”

“Well that makes two of us!” That’s all he says. And you’re left staring at each other with complete hatred.

With a pathetic shake of your head, you turn to leave again but are once again stopped.

“Don’t.” Josh says, his tone final.

“God damnit, Josh!” You cry, “You told me five minutes ago to get out, you can’t tell people to leave and then get mad when they go!”

“If you leave nothing is going to get solved!” He shouts, and you roll your eyes at how hypocritical this all is.

“Says the one who walked out without so much as a word last week!”

“I was mad!”

That’s all he has to say for himself. You laugh bitterly, and shake your head, turning on your heel while you tell him, “Well so am I! And I’m leaving.”

You stomp to his front door and he follows you the whole way, staying close behind. You open the door about two inches only for it to be pushed closed by Josh, and you stand still, completely defeated.

“Let me go.” You whisper, pulling at the door, but he’s too strong.

“No.” He says, and you flip on him, pushing your hands into his solid chest to get him to move. It’s pathetic, how hard you’re trying and how easy it is for him to hold his ground.

“Let me go. Now.”

His stare is intimidating, but you stand firm, keeping his gaze locked until finally he breaks, shaking his head, stepping back.

You look at him while you turn the door knob, and your stomach drops at how final this feels, but you walk out anyway, too upset to try to solve anything.

The reality hits you like bricks as soon as the door shuts behind you. You walk down the hall blindly until you get to the elevator, and you’re disgusted by the images that you can’t get out of your head.

Everything you’ve ever done with Josh is suddenly being rerouted to Lindsay, she’s replaced you in all your memories and suddenly they’re all tinted red with anger.

He slept with your best friend.

You’re so blinded with rage that you don’t even think twice when you knock on Seth’s door.

[damndaehyung]

Tyler Lee Must Die ll PT 1

Daniel Choi John Tucker Must Die Au

Prologue.

One.

“So i don’t suppose you are actually going to stick around this time? You know maybe have a sophomore slump on campus,” Emily said as she pulled at her garlic bread tearing it to tiny pieces, a nervous habit she had since she was a baby.

Daniel raised an eyebrow running a finger around the rim of his glass, “Emily you do a sophomore slump isn’t a good thing right? It usually means you didn’t do as good as your first attempt,” he frowned. “Surely my lovely baby cousin wouldn’t be suggesting that i would flop at an art degree,” he snorted. He joked about it but in all honesty, he wasn’t doing well with online learning, infact he was doing so bad that Caleb and Dongwoo had told him he’d would be missing out on the entirety of the Spring/Summer fashion season and Fall/Winter was up for discussion depending on his grades.

“No what i was hinting at was you staying on Campus so i have someone i know i can completely rely on,” Emily sighed, a small frown making its way onto her lips. “I know i should be able to handle it on my own and i have been, I made a bunch of new friends , even gotta job - in the cafe down the road,” she added. “It would just be nice to have -”

“Your favourite cousin here as well,” Daniel suggested with a grin. “Aww Emily you are such a cutie,” Daniel cooed. Emily’s cheeks turned an adorable shade of pink and eyes narrowed.

“I take it back leave -” Emily huffed taking a bite of her garlic as threateningly as possible, which in Emily’s case was not very threatening at all. Daniel snorted, swirling his wine around before taking a sip, looking around the restaurant, nose scrunching up as he watched a guy kiss attack his girlfriends neck. Daniel scrunched his nose up, straight people - disgusting, he contemplated grabbing one of the rolls and tossing at them but thought better of it, it would be such a waste of bread.

“Oh you noticed Tyler Lee,” Emily said rolling her eyes. “Apparently he is a big deal,” she scoffed. Daniel smirked glad that Emily seemed to still find men disgusting, one good thing about him staying on campus would mean he could make sure she never grew to be interested in some good for nothing man.

“I mean with the way he is attacking that girls neck i can see why, it’s not every day you get to see a vampire in real life,” Daniel commented with an eye-roll. “How is it that I, a gay man, know more about woman erogenous zones, than that guy,” he said shaking his head.

“Well i get the feeling that her pleasure isn’t number one on his list,” Emily said. “And please never say erogenous zones again, you spent way too much money on this meal for me to vomit up because you decided to try and make me sick,” she joked.

“Erogenous zones,” Daniel said with a smirk. “If you want a tip the most pleasurable spot on a man is -” he started to speak before a piece of garlic bread landed in his hair. Daniel blinked owlishly pulling the piece of garlic bread out of his hair and glaring at Emily. “Seriously Em,” he shook his head.

Two.

“And who is that?” Daniel whispered to Emily nodding towards the shorter barista he hadn’t been able to keep his eyes off. Emily swirled around to see whom he was talking about, one day he would talk to the girl about not been so obvious.

“Oh Sungjae,” she said raising an eyebrow at Daniel. “One of my new bosses so whatever you are thinking no -” she said seriously.

“Emily,” Daniel sighed dramitically, “What i am thinking would get you a promotion and a raise,” he commented wriggling at Emily, images of what he could do to Sungjae floated into his head, he liked what he saw a lot.

“Gross,” Emily said nose scrunching up. “And knowing you i’d be fired in a week if you actually got your way,” she huffed. “And really i thought M would be your type,” she said looking over to the other barista, he was indeed an attractive guy, those dimples he was flashing every customer was enough to make Daniel aww but the way Sungjae was putting down a frat boy who thought he was above lining up was more interesting, plus something about Sungjae was doing it for Daniel.

“I mean he is okay -” Daniel shrugged, “If they were up for a threesome i wouldn’t say no,” he said as Emily made a vomiting sound. “Look Emily, I won’t do anything too bad, I’ve been thinking having an actual boyfriend might be nice, just for a little bit, so is he single or -” he asked.

“I don’t know,” Emily said with a shrug. “No go find a booth, I gotta get back to work before just your mere presence gets me fired,” she said shoving him towards a free both. “Go,” she huffed.

“Fine, fine,” Daniel laughed. “Go make some money,” he said. Daniel wrinkled his nose opening the menu, eyes flickering across it. Maybe Emily will actually be nice and send Sungjae over to him to take his order.

He was broke out of his fantasy before very feminine giggles and a low moan coming from the both behind him. His eye twitched in annoyance why were hets so gross. He scoffed counting to ten in his kind normally he’d turn around give these people a piece of his mind but he didn’t want to cause a scene at Emily’s work. She’d never forgive him, plus he didn’t want his first interaction with Sungjae been him potentially getting thrown out of his cafe.

“Ty stop,” the girl giggled. Yes please Ty stop, Daniel didn’t want his ear to start bleeding. It seemed for a moment that “Ty” listened to his girlfriend because there was silence, beautiful wonderful silence that Daniel really should have appreciated more, until a loud groan and Ty proclaiming how much he loved it when his girlfriend spoke French. Daniel had never been more disgusted in a language in his life infact France as an entire nation had been wiped by him and that half of Canda that spoke that bastardized version of French.

Much too Danie’s relief Ty had suggested he and his partner ‘go somewhere more comfortable’, Daniel nose scrunched up in disgust but he supposed he should be thankful they were actually leaving. It seemed he was being rewarded for being a good cousin because he spotted his barista boy making his way over. It seemed this couple had something against him because by sneaking out of their booth had blocked Sungjae from getting to him. He glared at the couple getting a proper look at the guy, recognition hitting him, it was the wannabe vampire from the restaurant but the girl he currently had his arm wrapped around was not the same victim. He almost felt sorry for the girl, or he would have but given she had in a hand in causing Daniel’s temporary deafness and blocking him from meeting his new beau he felt no sympathy - some people were so selfish.

Three

“So you are really doing the whole college thing?” Joshua asked nose wrinkling in disgust as he sat on the edge of Daniel’s bed, Daniel hummed in acknowledgement as he riffled through all the ‘gifts’ he had received, designers had sent him the newest ���ready to wear’ pieces in hoping he would become a walking billboard for them and Joshua had come bearing gifts to apparently mourn his career. “Why can’t you just sleep with a few professors like i did?” he asked laying back on Daniel’s bed.

“Because unlike you I have some standards,” Daniel snorted. “I take it this is from you?” he asked holding up a little black bag with the words for your pleasure on it.

“Since when?” Josh laughed. “And maybe, or maybe some designer really wants you to be their ‘muse’,” he said with a giggle. “But seriously Dae, you are doing this? I mean early morning classes? An ungodly amount of hoodies? Pretending to care about your schools pride?” Josh said disgust getting clearer with every word. “Babe there has to be a way out of this, i can’t let my best friend slash greatest rival go down this path,” he whined.

“How are you being a bigger sook about this than i am,” Daniel laughed. “I thought you’d be happy, maybe now you can finally get booked,” Daniel said earning a pillow to the face. “But really i will be fine, I’ll just go to class, hang out with Em and hopefully hook up with her cute boss,” he said with a grin.

“Hopefully hook up?” Josh questioned. “Since when do you have to hope to hook up? Oh god you’ve been here five minutes and your already losing sex appeal, next thing you’ll be telling me you’ve got a boyfriend and a cat -” he gasped. “No no,” he said shaking his head. “I can’t let this happen, c’mon lets get going we need to get you dicked down properly,” he said a determined look on his face.

“What you can’t do that yourself anymore,” Daniel teased climbing on top of him. “Oh that’s right you could never keep up with me could you,” he said leaning down so their faces were inches away from each other. “Joshie, your heart is racing and I can feel you against my thigh - you wanna tell me again how i lost my sex appeal,” Daniel whispered in Josh’s ear causing the shorter boy to throw him off him. Daniel winched landing with a thud, asshole.

“I hate you,” Josh pouted. “But seriously let's go out, I have some shopping to do and after that we can go out for dinner and then hit a club unless of course you’ve got some college frat party you want to go,” he said leaning down to look at Daniel, a shit eating grin on his face “Should i get you a snapback just incase.”

“Haha,” Daniel deadpanned, “And mock it all you want but you know i would look amazing in a snapback or beside a frat boy,” he huffed.

Josh shook his head, “The fact that you even said that proves that you desperately get out,” he said swinging his legs over. “I can’t have people know my old hook up is hanging out with frat boys, my reputation will be ruined,” he sighed dramatically.

“Your reputation, “ Daniel snorted. “Sweetie everybody knows exactly what you are like,” he said, causing Josh to roll his eyes.

“Yeah yeah, anyway let's get going, I am bored and way too hot too be stuck in your bedroom,” he said, leaping up. Daniel rolled his eyes biting back the truth which was he wasn’t hot enough to be in Daniel’s bedroom.

--

“Ugh it’s them,” Josh groaned with an eyeroll. Daniel downing his sake, gesturing vaguely for Joshua to continue. “The couple who thought they owned the La Perla store,” he huffed. Daniel scoffed in recognition, ah yes he remembered Joshua complaining about them, Joshua’s shopping included picking up some garter belts because apparently one of the many, many people he was seeing was into that and when he went to go get them a couple was treating the store like their personal property and having their own little fashion show. Daniel who choose to stay outside spent his time playing on his phone outside of the store and really could have lived without knowing any of it.

“Where?” Daniel asked. “And why do we care?” he said bored. The dinner had been going so well, The Araki, a wonderfully exclusive restaurant that focused on Japanese cuisine. It had them reminiscing off their times spent in Japan back when they were more friends then whatever they were now and now he choose to focus on a couple who couldn’t care less about him. “Oh do you want to join in? Make it a ménage à trois?” Daniel teased.

“He isn’t my type, I like pretty people,” Josh commented. “And over there,” he said barely nodding in the direction. Daniel raised an eyebrow pulling his phone out and making sure it was in selfie mood, in the corner of the screen and saw the couple Joshua had been referring to.

Daniel’s eyes narrowed as he placed the phone back down. Ofcourse it had to be him, Tyrion or whatever his name was. This was the third he had seen this guy out with his girlfriend and once again the girl was completely different from the previous. “Do you know him?” Joshua asked. “Please tell me you haven’t,” Joshua said. “Dae, that isn’t the barista is it because if so i don’t care what Cal says i am taking you with me,” he huffed.

“No, not exactly,” Daniel said. “And don’t compare Sungjae to that,” Daniel snapped. “No, apparently he is the college casanova,” he said rolling his eyes. “If you are finished we can just go, I seem to distinctly remember you mentioned something about going to a club to get me dicked down,” Daniel laughed. Joshua just grinned pretty much leaping up. “Let’s get you laid baby.”

four

“Look what i got,” Joshua said, bouncing over to Daniel, looking the very image of sin, blonde mused in every direction, lips swollen, neck littered in hickies, shirt hastily buttoned up and fly undone.

“An STD? Daniel said, raising an eyebrow taking a sip of his rum and coke, looking at him judgemental. The night that was supposed to be for him, had quickly turned to Joshua ditching him pretty much on arrival. Daniel couldn’t even enjoy his drink in peace though because despite being in the VIP lounge he had been hit on by several men and even a few women - none of which was his type. Looks like it would just be him and his hand tonight.

“Funny,” Joshua said with an eyeroll, sliding into the booth. “Apparently frat boys have a use after all,” he giggled holding up two baggies, one was obviously pot but the other was a bag full of tiny white tablets. Daniel’s eyes widened as harshly told Joshua to put them away. He wasn’t one of those ‘don’t do drugs’ kind of people, he himself had enjoyed a joint every now and then but that was it. He had told Joshua many times that he wasn’t interested in any hard drugs but the boy just rolled his eyes and told Daniel to stop being a baby.

“Joshua,” Daniel sighed. “Why would suddenly start trusting frat boys?” he asked.

“Well since one of them had a massive di-” he started before bursting out into a fit of giggles. “Don’t worry i already tested the products , it safe and its good really good,” he said sliding closer so he was practically on Daniel’s lap . “Don’t you wanna have some fun Dae?” he offered, hand reaching out and caressing Daniel’s face. Daniel shook his head seeing how bloodshot Joshua’s eyes were.

“Okay,” Daniel said causing the other boy to grin leaning forward, Daniel moved just in time to dodge Joshua’s kiss, instead the boy landed awkwardly on his jaw. “But first we have to get you some water, don’t want you passing out before we start do we?” he said as Joshua groaned but shook his head.

“Okay you stay here, you can be a good boy for me can’t you pretty?” he whispered into his friend’s ear, sliding out from underneath him.

Once he escaped Joshua’s grasp he made his way over to the bar, pushing past the mess of bodies on the dancefloor. He finally got to the busiest part of the club, the bar. Squeezing next to a couple who were pushed up against each other, giggling like stupid school kids.

“Hey what can i get you?’ One of the staff asked looking at Daniel before Daniel could respond. The couple pulled away from each other, the male letting out enough annoyed huff. Daniel turned to them, shaking his head as he saw who it was. Ofcourse it would be him, apparently all straight couple’s in the greater London area included Tyson or whatever his name. “Is there a problem?” the bartender asked.

“No,” the girl, notable a different one responded, two girls in one night - what a classy guy. “It’s just we had been waiting here for a while,” she said. Daniel had to bit his tongue to stop himself from pointing out that maybe the whole attached at the lips, hips and whatever other areas were intertwined together probably didn’t help out getting their drink.

“Right,” Daniel said , “Look, can I just get water and whatever this lovely couple is having infact double it,” he said before anyone could say anything else. The bartender nodded turning to the couple to ask what they are having before taking Daniel’s card and returning with it and a bottle of water a few seconds later before turning to make the couple their drinks. Daniel started to push away before the guy grabbed him, Daniel swore if he started some sort of i don’t need your charity or don’t buy drinks for my girls bullshit he would honestly lose it.

“Here,” he said shoving a few 50 pound notes into his hand. Daniel looked down,tempted to throw it on the floor but deciding he didn’t need an extra drama. He nodded quickly pushing past him and back to the VIP booth only to find Joshua making out with some guy.

Why does he even bother.

Fifth and last

“Was that that Typhoon guy and another girl?” Daniel asked incredolously as he saw Tyler sat on the campus greens with yet another girl. “It’s the fifth one, doesn’t he get tired?” he said. As M who offered to be his tour guide laughed. “Seriously does he have a magic dick? Why would all these girls waste their time on him?”

“Why does it bother you?” M asked raising an eyebrow. “Does young Daniel have a crush?”

“On that man?” Daniel asked before laughing. “Sweetie no ,i want to suck your bestfriend’s brain out through his dick, pretty sure Taylor isn’t my type,” he said bluntly ignoring the way M face contorted in disgust. “I am just confused, straight people make no sense, why would you want five girlfriends,” he said nose scrunching up at the mere thought.

“Well technically it’s only four girlfriends,” M said, “that we know off,” he shrugged. “But the girl he is currently sitting with his little sister, “ M supplied. “How they are related i will never understand, Tara is pretty cool while Tyler is -”

“A whore?” Daniel offered. “But still four girlfriends,” he shook his head.

“Yeah it’s pretty awful, he even has a whole system,” M said frowning. “He dates girls from different cliques because he knows they would never talk to each other,” M explained, how M knew this was not Daniel’s concern but he felt a brief respect for the Tybalt guy, he was creative. “And he tells them that if his mother finds out he is dating anyone she will tell the basketball coach to drop him, so they all keep it a secret,” M continued.

“And the believe that?”

“Love is blindness Daniel,” M laughed.

[saltynemo]

Drunk In Love

Warnings: Underage drinking, sexual content, swearing, eDgY tEeNs xd,

This picture is so pure oMG!

Ok so Y/n has had a crush on her childhood friend, Josh, for a very long time and when Josh invites her over for some illegal drinking, Y/n accepts. She never planned to confess to him.

Word Count: 1.7k words

  Just as I feel myself doze into a sleep in front of my computer, my phone erupts into my ringtone. I yelp, immediately picking my head up. I grab my phone and look at the caller ID. Oh, its Josh! Why is he calling me at nearly 1 am?

     I swipe my phone screen, answering Josh’s call. “Hello?” I speak, the butterflies in my stomach beginning. I always felt like this talking to him.

     “Hey!” He cheers, a smile obvious on the other end. “Um, I was wondering if you could come over-like, right now...” He asks.

     “I cant, Josh! Do you understand its 1 in the morning!” 

     “Its actually 12:57.” He sasses. I laugh at his response, wondering why he would want me to come over. “Please come over, Y/n. My parent’s aren't home and it’ll be worth it.”

     “Oh, um, ok. Yea I’ll be over in a bit.” We say our goodbyes and hang up. His parent’s aren't home I wonder, my heart skipping a beat at the thought. No, no, no he’s too innocent for sex. Is he?

     I shrug, slipping on a jacket and my phone in my pocket. I close my computer down by holding the power button, not caring to exit out of the windows still up. I slide my feet into my shoes and carefully sneak out my bedroom door, making sure not to wake up my mom. I tip toe my way to the front door, hesitating when I heard a creak.

     I successfully sneak through the door, slowly closing it. I begin to walk down the sidewalk, looking forward to me and Josh’s night out.

     As I approach the young man’s house, I text him, alerting him that I was outside. In less than a minute, I see the door swing open, revealing a cutie in a cat muscle shirt.

     “Y/n!” Josh cheers, smiling brightly. “Come in, quick.” He hurries me, motioning his hand to me. I hurry inside the house, hearing the front portal shut behind me. I observe the house, wondering how Josh’s parents let me come this late, or should I say early, at night.

     “So,” I begin, turning to the handsome boy. “Why did you bring me here?” He chuckles, happiness and excitement obviously in him.

     “I’m glad you asked.” He runs into the kitchen, my curious personality following him. I see him dig around in the fridge, glass clinking together. Suddenly, he pulls out a 750ml bottle of Iceberg Vodka. I choke on my breath, finding myself laughing. He smiles as he holds the bottle up for me, presenting it.

     “Josh,” I shake my head, smiling like a goofball. “We cant drink this!” I say, beginning to take off my jacket. “We’re literally 19. And we’re both not turning 21 anytime soon.” He chuckles, putting down the bottle.

     “So? I know you’ve told me before about stealing alcohol.” He grins, fishing through the cupboards for glasses.

     “I know, but what are your parent’s gonna say?”

     “They aren’t here.” He winks, already pouring us a drink. I roll my eyes, walking over to the soon-to-be-drunk Josh. He pours us both short glasses, one that’s pink and the other red. I hold up the pink glass and study it, the words ‘Twerk Queen’ imprinted on it.

     I laugh, “’Twerk Queen’? Really?” He chuckles, picking up his own shot.

     “My mom is a freak when she isn’t at church.” We both share a giggle at his remark. “Ok, enough chat; I wanna get drunk.”

     “You better not become an alcoholic after tonight.” I warn, watching Josh down his shot. I bring the glass up to my lips and slowly drink the liquid, forgetting it’s a shot. I make a sour face as the vodka buzzes through my veins and up to my brain, making me cringe.

     “Y/n!” Josh chuckles, setting his glass down. “You aren't drinking a can of beer. Its a shot. You have to just down it.”

     “Yea, yea, I know. I forgot.” I shush, the strong taste still in my mouth. “ I’m a first time drinker you know, right?”

     “Yea, I am too. I just thought it would be logical for you.”

     “Shut up” We both share a laugh as Josh pours another shot for both of us. He hands me my filled shot as he takes his own.

     “Remember, its a shot.” He giggles, raising the glass to his lips.

     “I know, dummy.”

     As time went on and more and more alcohol was consumed, we became more and more unaware of what reality was; In other words, we got drunk as hell. After shots became too strong for us, we moved to regular beer, Corona specifically.

     I laugh at a joke Josh slurred, covering my mouth with my hand. We were smashed as fuck.

     “Hey, I got a question.” Josh suddenly says, wiping a tear from his eye. I nod my head, telling him to continue. “Are you a virgin?” 

     “No, far from that.” I giggle. “Once I turned 18, I went crazy.”

     “What do you mean by that?”

     “Well,” I began, setting my drink on the counter. “I lost my virginity to Tyler.” I hear Josh silence a laugh, an apparent smile trying to be hidden. “What?”

     “Nothin’, just continue.” He takes a sip of his beer, watching me intensely as I went on.

     “I also fucked Zach, to get payback for Tyler dumping me.” I chuckle, now remember the scene. “And recently, I fucked my old childhood friend, who we can just call Cody.”

     Josh holds a hand up to me, stopping me. “Out of all your fuck buddys, who was your favorite.”

     “Oh, definitely Cody.” I say without hesitation, taking a quick sip of my beer. “He was so rough, called me degrading names and shit.” 

     Josh is taken back by this, not expecting that coming from my lips. “I always thought you were soft and everything.”

     “Well, not anymore.” I laugh.

     “I bet I can fuck you better than him.” He smirks, chugging the rest of his beer down.

     I roll my eyes at his words, “Yea sure, buddy. You cant fuck me good enough to see stars.”

     I see Josh’s eyes turn dark, jaw clenched. “Bet.” He says bluntly.

     “I bet you’re a bottom boy.” I chuckle, seeing how far I could push his patience.

     I see him slam down his glass, making me jump. “Excuse me?” He says aggressively. He slowly walks over to me, bending down close to me. “I’m sorry, I couldn't hear you.” He says, sarcasm dripping from his lips. “Can you say that again?”

     “I said ‘I bet you’re a bottom boy’.” I repeat, making sure to emphasize the B’s. I smirk, hoping to ignite something inside him. He nods his head, chuckling.

     “That’s funny,” He straightens up his posture, staring directly down at me, making me feel small. I feel his hand, snake up my torso, suddenly gripping my neck. He pulls me close harshly, making my heart pound in my chest. “I don’t remember a little slut like you dominating me.” He barks, leaning down so his mouth is right near my ear. “I should fuck you and show you how dominating I can be to a little fucktoy like you.” He grins, slowly tightening the grip around my throat. I was able to breathe, but it felt like I couldn’t. “I’m gonna plow you right here on the hardwood floor; little sluts like you don’t deserve to be fucked on a bed.”

     Josh lets go of my throat and goes for my hair, pushing me down onto my knees. I struggling to bend down without hurting my joints, but was able to accomplish it. He releases his grip and begins undoing his jean button. I push his hand out of the way, finding myself become excited from the idea of being dominated by Josh. I quickly unzip his pants, tugging them down his thighs. I’m met with his underwear, causing me to realize what was going on. I’m gonna fuck Josh? Here, now?

     I hesitantly pull down his underwear slightly, revealing his shaft, then head. His rod bounces up from excitement, smacking my chin. I hold his dick softly, admiring his size. I pump him slowly, spitting on his cock to lube him up. He groans lowly, watching me do my job closely. I pick up my second hand, giving him the two hand twist; that’s what I call it, at least. I slow down and speed up randomly, teasing him. He groans in satisfactory, watching me kiss the tip of his glazed cock. I smirk up to him, watching him unravel beneath my touch.

     “Top teasing me, Y/n.” Josh moans, grabbing me by the hair. In shock, I let go of his dick, gripping his thighs. He guides my mouth to his rod, pushing it against my lips. I open up wide, letting him insert it all. I feel his 7 inches grind against my lower throat, making me choke. “Pretty girl can’t take it?” He chuckles, still holding my hair. “I thought little sluts like you can take this big cock. I guess not.”

     I shut my eyes, trying to halt myself from gagging anymore. My nose presses against his pubic bone, letting me know his dick was in all the way. He doesn't stop there, pulling my head forward and backwards, face fucking me steadily. My eyes begin to water, blinking away tears. His movements pick up quickly, soon fucking my mouth senselessly. I take a deep breath through my nostrils, hoping this would be over soon. No matter how much I want to please Josh, this can’t go on for much longer.

     Suddenly, he pulls out of my sloppy mouth with a groan, looking down at the mess he made of my face. “I’d love to cum in your mouth, baby.” He huffs, leaning down close to me. His lips brush against my ear, making me shiver, “But I would love to cum in something much sloppier...”

     (I apologize it’s quite short, but I really wanted to finish this. Im sorry I disappeared for a while; my life has been hectic and i just got introduced to new classes etc. Not a real excuse but i do apologize. I hope u enjoyed at least some of this content lmao)

[legionofkoda]

...This is something I haven’t done in a while...but I found a story I wrote a long time ago, back when I was actually writing aus for this blog, and have decided that after a bit of very light editing for spelling/grammar mistakes that were super obvious I am going to post it...........So here it is.....

Its not anything special and it’s over a year old so pls be nice

Dreams, that’s how this all started. A stupid dream dreamt by a stupid boy. 

“Mommy, can we go visit Nana?” I asked, I wasn’t older than five when I began constantly asking my mother if we could visit my grandmother in Seoul, South Korea. I loved Seoul when I was younger. This love grew into an obsession as time went on. I can’t remember why I loved Seoul, I never made any friends when we were there. I was constantly made fun of because I didn’t look asian but my parents did. I didn’t know I was adopted at the time but that doesn’t matter.

“No,” Mom would say back for the twentieth time that day. “Nana is very busy and you have school.”

“I don’t wanna go to school,” I would fire back. This would be the hourly routine until summer break. My parents hated it especially when I got my siblings in on it. As I got older I started to take a liking to the music of Korea. My next door neighbor did too. We had been friends since my family moved in. He was the only real friend I had other than my siblings.

“What do you mean?” Tears were spilling down my cheeks. I couldn’t look him in the eye. We were 18, getting ready to head to college or so I thought.

“I’m moving to Seoul to start training,” He reached toward me to pull me into a hug.

“No, Josh, I don’t want your hug.” I pull back and shake his hand off me. We stand there in silence as I cry. 

“I’m so-”

“Don’t apologize.”

“Aria, pl-”

“What part of ‘don’t apologize’ do you not understand?” I sigh and wipe the tears from my eyes. “Josh, we promised to go to the same school until we both graduated college. Did you forget that promise?” I wait for a reply that never comes. “Whatever, go to Seoul, train, become an idol, I don’t care what you do anymore. Just promise me one thing, Josh.”

“Anything.”

“Forget me, forget everything I’ve ever said to you, every promise we’ve ever made. Forget us,” I quickly turn and run to my house. I won’t let him see me cry anymore. It’s his stupid dream, he should live it without me holding him back.

~~~

Dragons, something I never would have thought about before college. I hated fantasy and legends, but college changed that. I never graduated but I went long enough to develop this new obsession. I would draw and paint dragons everyday. I sold some of my works to pay my parents. I couldn’t afford to live anywhere else. We still lived next to Josh’s parents. I avoided them as much as possible but there was always Sunday. Mom and Dad would invite the Hongs over for lunch after church. I would always hear about how Josh was doing. I hated hearing of his group, Seventeen. I began writing songs soon after my first Sunday back. As much as I wanted to fool myself into thinking I didn’t miss him there was still the hurt. He broke the promise we made to each other but most of all he broke my heart. 

One Sunday the Hongs didn’t come over for lunch. Mom told me they were going over to the Hong’s house and I had to come with. My younger sister, Erin, had to go as well so i figured it wouldn’t be too bad. I took my notebook with me, planning to ignore everyone and write a few lyrics. 

Sunday lunch at the Hong’s house was no different than at my parents, except Josh was visiting. I avoided talking to him I wouldn’t even look at him. I stayed quiet until he excused himself to make a Skype call. I excused myself as well and followed him. The voices I heard surprised me. I expected him to have called a girl but there were many male voices coming from the room. I didn’t stay long enough to hear what they were saying, nor did I want to try out my rusty Korean.

~~~

After Josh went back to Seoul, I developed an addiction. I wasn’t addicted to any drug, I was addicted to music. I spent all my time writing, composing, singing and dancing to music. I listened to Seventeen religiously; learned every dance. I found a way to stop the pain I felt from him leaving. There was one thing that bothered me, had he kept the promise from that last day? It seemed like he did when he visited. 

Erin would talk to him regularly. I would listen to their conversations. I never heard my name mentioned, but I had to know. I missed him too much. I began to not eat, too engrossed in my addiction to pay any mind to basic needs like food and sleep. The signs showed, my cheeks hollowed, my eyes grew dark, I thinned. Erin noticed, she took care of me. Brought me food when I wouldn’t leave my room, made me sleep when I couldn’t write. I stopped listening to her conversations with Josh. Slowly, as she cared for me, I began to forget. I went back to my dragons.

~~~

Fog clouded my mind when Mom sent me to live with Nana. Mom told me some entertainment company in Seoul wanted me to help one of their groups write their songs. I had almost forgotten about Josh and Seventeen when I walked into the Pledis building. I was introduced to the composer I would be working with. He wasn’t much taller than me and had a cute face. I introduced myself to him the way Nana had taught me when I was younger. I had been practicing my Korean again and would say I had regained my fluency. 

The man introduced himself as Lee Jihoon, but told me to call him Woozi. The name seemed familiar to me but due to the fog in my mind I couldn’t place him. He showed me to the practice room he shared with his group. All twelve of the others were there practicing a new dance. When Woozi and I walked in they stopped and faced us. One by one they introduced themselves, except for one. He stared at me, eyes wide and mouth open. Tears filled his eyes as I slowly recognized him. 

“Josh,” the name quietly escaped my lips as I ran to him. We hugged for the first time in years. I felt him bury his face in my neck as we hugged. I cried, I tried to hold back but the relief of seeing him and knowing he hadn’t kept the promise broke me.

“I missed you,” he whispered against my skin. I pulled out of the hug enough to see his face. Tears were streaming down his face as well as mine. We only broke apart when someone cleared their throat behind me. 

“You two know each other?” Vernon asked. The other twelve looked utterly confused at Josh and I.

“We were friends back in LA,” Josh said.

“Wait, this is the girl you said broke your heart before you moved here?” This time it was Jeonghan to speak.

“She’s prettier than you said,” Jun mumbled. He didn’t expect anyone to hear him.

“Jun, could you tone it down for two minutes?” Josh asks while pulling me closer. I smile and look down, I really missed this. 

“Hey, we can get to know Aria more later,” S.Coups says as he stares at the others. “We all have a dance to learn.”

~~~

Dread fills me as the boys get ready to go on stage. This is the first performance of the song I helped write. My mind is filled with questions each one making me more anxious than the last.

“Relax, Aria,” Vernon whispers as he places a hand on my arm. I look up at him and smile.

“I can’t help but worry. Unlike you and the others I don’t have a reason to hide it,” I look down at my hands trying to stop them from shaking. Hands then snake around my waist and a chin in placed on my shoulder. I stiffen slightly, still not used to the skinship. 

“The Carats are going to love the song,” Jun murmurs so only I can hear. His low comforting voice helps me relax a bit and I lean my head back. I look over to Josh who is glaring at Jun and giggle a bit. “See, I can always make you smile genuinely.”

“I didn’t giggle at you, Jun,” I pull away from him and turn to face him. “Josh just looked like he was going to kill you.” 

“And you thought that was funny?” Jun pouts and crosses his arms.

“Jun, we gotta go on stage,” Hoshi calls Jun before following the rest of the boys. I motion for him to go and give him the sign for ‘I love you’ in ASL. He signs it back to me before running on stage with the rest of the boys.

~~~

Fear courses through me. He said he has a crush on me while live. He told millions of fans he likes the producer who helps them. The fans don’t see me often. They don’t know me like they know the boys. Fans don’t treat the girlfriends of their idols well. They send hate and horrible things to the people they think might take their idols away.

I begin shaking while stood next to one of the boys’ managers. I can’t believe he would let that slip. I’ve known he likes me for years but I didn’t think he would ever say it in front of others.

“Don’t worry, the company will treat you like one of the idols. We will do our best to protect you.” The manage whispers into my ear. I nod in response not trusting my voice at this moment.

~~~

Jewelry. A simple necklace now and a promise of an expensive ring later. Josh and I started dating almost 3 years ago today and he bought me a heart lock necklace. Once it’s around my neck he pulls out his matching necklace: a heart key. Seventeen had just finished their most recent world tour and Josh promised to spend every second of the break they got with me. The past three years have been the best of my life.

“Two more years and I’ll be yours forever.” Josh says, his smile never leaving his lips. “Two more years then I can ask you to be my wife.”

“Why not just ask now? We want to spend our lives together so why wait?” I grab onto his hand to pull him toward the door. We are supposed to be in the park for a picnic but he’s been dallying for a while.

“I remember making a promise 13 years ago that if we dated I would wait five years before I asked you to marry me.” 

“Josh, I am giving you permission to break that promise.” I stop us long enough to pull him down into a kiss. “I don’t want to wait any longer.”

~~~

Coffee shops are our favorite place for dates. We can get a small table at the back of the shop and just sit there. I usually bring my laptop with me so I can work in our silences. Josh helps me sometimes but mostly he just stares at me as I work. We’ve been married for 2 years now and there hasn’t been a single regret yet. 

“What do you think about kids?” Josh asks out of the blue one day.

“I think it’s about time we have one,” I say back.

“Next break I get we’re going to try our hardest.” He smiles and lifts my chin so I have to look away from my computer.

“You know we have to adopt.”

“That doesn’t mean we can’t forget for a bit and try.”

Conversation drops then and we just smile at each other for the remaining hour we stay at the shop.

~~~

“Stars are infinite in the universe and if you were to try to count them all it still wouldn’t add up to how much I love you.” Josh whispers one night after he gets home. It was late and I had gone to bed already but woke up when he entered the house. A sleepy smile appears on my lips as he crawls into bed and cuddles up next to me. We fall asleep in each others arms.

~~~

Hand holding never gets old. Josh loves to grab onto my hand when we go through the crowds that gather outside any building Seventeen has a schedule at. I’ve become a stay at home wife, spending my time crafting things for the fans. Special little gifts that the boys add a personal touch to once I’m done. Josh helps on his breaks, or sits me in his lap so he can hold my hands in his as I work and he practices his parts of songs.

~~~

Insults are one thing when they come from anonymous people online they’re different when they come out of the mouth of the person you trust most.

“I should have kept that promise. I should have forgotten you!” Josh yells through the bathroom door. “Would have made my life so much easier!” 

The tears don’t stop. I resign myself to packing my things and leaving while he’s at practice the next day. After all, he’s right, his life would be easier without me.

~~~

It takes one spark to start a fire that destroys everything. Josh sent that spark into the waiting bonfire and now there is no stopping the flames. My heart burns for the way things used to be. Wants to go back to the days in LA before he decided to come to Korea. Before our first real fight.

There’s no going back though. The fire has destroyed what we once had. Josh moved back in with some of the boys and left the house to me. It’s too big for one person. The halls are too quiet for me so I fill them with the sounds of my sobs.

~~~

Josh never collected his things and I never touched them. I like the small reminders of him. I miss him everyday even now years after he left. The fans seemed to have forgotten me and I lost all contact with the rest of the boys when he left. 

~~~

The bed still feel empty. I sleep on Josh’s side of the bed most nights. I’ve been watching the news like I used to before I came to Korea. I saw that Josh remarried and is happy with a couple kids. I’m happy he was able to move on.

~~~

Alone is how I live the rest of my life. I never date again. I spend my days obsessing over Seventeen like before until the day there is a knock on my door with a teary eyed Josh and two crying children on the other side.

[spider-ish]

Tony absentmindedly dropped the picture

He stared at Morgan for a second

Then at the ground

Then at his hands

Morgan picked up the picture

When she looked back at her dad he had a fake “press smile” plastered on his face

“Maybe when your older kiddo”

He patted her on the head

She knew he didn’t wanna talk about it

But she needed to know.

She started off by asking about Peter every day

Then it grew to every week

Then once a month

Soon it was only once a year

Her birthday.

Tony didn’t break until she turned 15

She went down to the lab like every other year with the picture she kept in her back pocket at all times.

But this year it was different

He didn’t turn around when he heard her walk down

He didn’t hold out his hand for the picture, which she had grown accustomed to

So she placed it next to what he was working on

He let out a big sigh

“Will you tell me about-“

“Fine” he spoke

It startled Morgan, she wasn’t used to being interrupted

But it also filled her with excitement

After 5 years of asking her dad

After 5 years of asking the other avengers only for them to get awkward and say “ask your dad”

After 5 years of her mom telling her it was a sensitive subject

She was finally going to get an answer.

The whole story took an hour and a half to tell

When it was done Morgan could still see a tear or two on Tonys face

She’d never seen him cry like that before

But she couldn’t blame him

She hadn’t stayed dry eyed for the whole story either.

That night she fell asleep looking at the picture.

When she woke up the next morning she knew exactly what she had to do

She gave both her mom and dad a kiss on the cheek and told them she was going to the mall with her friends

Her dad offered a ride with Happy but she declined, knowing Happy would’ve told him where she actually was

Instead she took a bus.

When she arrived she put down a blanket on the plot of grass and sat in front of the stone

“Peter Benjamin Parker

Friend, Son, Hero”

It was quiet for a minute

“Morgan Stark”

She heard a quiet voice, she didn’t quite know if it was in her head or

“No it’s not Morgan Stark”

She looked around to make sure no one was playing a cruel joke on her. No one was around.

“No you’re way too big to be Morgan Stark”

She let out a airy laugh

“That’s what time does to you I guess”

“Sure does kid. Kid, ha I sound like your dad”

This time she let herself laugh whole heartedly

“I mean isn’t that what you wanted?”

“Listen to that laugh, who’s Mr Stark now”

Now she knew it wasn’t in her head, his laugh was too real, she remembered that laugh from her childhood

It was quiet for a second, and she was worried her time talking to him had run out

“How is he? Your dad I mean.”

“He’s good.” She replied, not caring that it must’ve sounded like she was talking to herself “I made him talk about you yesterday. He cried a lot”

“D-does he feel guilty for ya know”

Morgan looked at her hands, holding the picture she’d gotten out on the bus, folding and unfolding a small part of the corner

“Yeah”

She heard a release of air and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up

“I wish he wouldn’t”

“I mean that’s my dad for you.” She said trying to lighten the conversation” At my 13th birthday party the entertainment fell through and he felt so responsible that he made the Avengers come and do acts”

Peter laughed again, Morgan liked hearing his laugh

“Was Banner’s the most boring?”

“Surprisingly no he actually had a cool little baking soda volcano, that is until my friend Josh broke the mold and he hulked out, but even that led to a very fun game of tag. Steve just gave a history lesson about, Uh, World War 1? I don’t know I wasn’t really listening”

“Wait 13? Morgan how old are you now?”

“15 as of yesterday”

“Wow I can barely call you my little sister anymore huh, no wonder you’re so big”

They talked for a long time, eventually she got a text from her dad asking if she needed to be picked up

“I better go Pete, my dads getting worried, he doesn’t know where I am”

“Mr Stark, over protective? Hm what a surprise”

Morgan laughed

She looked down at the picture

“Hey I uh I brought you this”

She tucked the picture next to the gravestone

“See this is the Morgan I remember, I don’t know who you are imposter”

Morgan laughed one more time

“Well bye Peter I’ll be back soon I promise”

“Bye Morgan”

~

When Tony visited Peters grave that night he saw the picture tucked next to the stone

He picked it up and smiled

“You raised her well Mr Stark” a voice whispered next to his ear

“Thanks kid”

Part 1

[quarterfromcanon]

Verity

Heather & Valencia - Femslash February - Day 28 - Advice [3,834 words]

Heather’s eyebrows lifted but she held still when Valencia brushed back her curls and attached the earpiece. “Surveillance headsets again, huh? Doesn’t really say ‘small, intimate affair,’ does it?” 

“Just because this is a vow renewal and not a wedding doesn’t mean I’m willing to stop being efficient and detail-oriented,” Valencia replied while pushing her corresponding receiver into place. “I have a reputation to uphold, even when the event is for someone I know. Especially then, so prospective clients will see that I maintain my standards at all times. Besides, Paula is one of our closest friends. I want this to be perfect for her.”

“Totally. She deserves it,” Heather concurred. “I’m down for pulling out all the stops. I just wanna check that you’re not making more stress for yourself when you don’t have to.”

“I think Paula and I have established a balanced arrangement.” Valencia nodded toward the mauve binder on the table. “Elegant but not elaborate. A touch of class, but still cute and fun.”

“Okay, if you say so. I know you’ve both put a lot of hours into brainstorming.”

“Yes, we have.” Valencia plucked up the mic with one hand. She caught the neckline of Heather’s shirt between the thumb and forefinger of the other.

“You know, the last time I helped you with one of these, you let me put the headset on myself,” Heather commented as Valencia made adjustments.

Valencia secured the speaker near Heather’s heart. “Last time, I wasn’t revisiting a familiar activity.” She lightly grazed one fingernail over the sensitive skin below the fabric before withdrawing both hands from Heather’s chest.

Heather held her gaze and smirked. “It’s a nice change, but I’m glad that suit has stayed the same.”

Valencia angled so the fitted pants could be admired in profile. She winked. “I thought you might like to see it again.”

“Solid guess.” Heather clipped Valencia’s microphone for her and smoothed the cloth around it.

“I haven’t used these in a while.” Valencia regarded the equipment with concern. “We’ll need to try them out.”

Heather rested her forehead against the hollow of Valencia’s throat and spoke in a hushed tone while she activated the nearby speaker. “Assistant Coordinator to Head Coordinator. Test -- one, two, three.”

Valencia rolled her eyes even as her fists disappeared in Heather’s hair. “You are the worst. I meant checking over distance. March it outside, wise-ass.”

Heather kissed Valencia’s nose before following orders. “I’m on it.”

She left through the back door and strode parallel to the house until she reached the edge of the property. 

Valencia’s voice traveled over the comm. “Okay, that’s probably far enough. Can you hear me?”

Heather turned to peer into the distant window at Valencia, who was standing on tiptoe as she strained to keep sight of her girlfriend. “All clear,” Heather verified, “but there’s a tiny woman in black watching me from my kitchen. She’s either a lost stagehand or an easily distracted robber. I think I’m gonna have to investigate.”

Valencia’s tongue tucked into her cheek and her eyebrow arched. “Are you going to be like this all day?”

Heather tried to appear contrite, but she knew Valencia could detect the poorly-suppressed grin when she spoke. “Sorry. Serious now.”

“Mm-hmm.” Valencia crossed her arms, unconvinced. “I’m going to need your word of honor.”

Heather strolled back across the lawn. “Have you and Rebecca been watching period pieces again? Nobody in this era talks like that.”

“Somebody does now.” Their eyes met when Heather drew closer to the glass, and the slight edge in Valencia’s tone softened. “It’s just really important to me for everything to flow smoothly.”

Heather came back inside and crossed the floor. She wove her fingers between Valencia’s and clasped. “Like you said, everything’s under control. Plus I’ll help with whatever you need from me. Best behavior. I promise.”

Valencia freed one hand to access her mic. “Head Coordinator to Assistant Coordinator?”

Heather played along and did the same. “Yeah?”

“I'm thankful you agreed to be part of this. I know I get tightly-wound when I’m working.”

Heather’s eyes flicked appreciatively over Valencia’s pantsuit. “You can growl commands in my ear any day.”

Valencia blushed in spite of herself. She gave Heather a peck on the cheek. “Good to know.”

___ 

Valencia carefully slid the curler free from the cluster of auburn locks. She stood back to let Paula get a proper view of herself in the mirror. “There. All set.”

“You girls are gonna spoil me,” Paula declared while she turned her head from side to side. “I can’t remember the last time styling my hair didn’t involve trying to brush my teeth and yell to Tommy down the hall at the same time.”

Valencia conducted a final scan of her friend’s pale pink dress. “Well, today you won’t have to handle a thing except carrying that bouquet and reading your vows. Rebecca has your index cards.”

Paula caught Valencia’s palm as she smoothed her sleeve. “Thanks again for helping me make it all happen. I’ve actually had a lot of fun cooking up plans with you.”

Valencia beamed. “Me, too.” 

Paula extended her other hand to reach for Heather. “And thank you for helping me do my makeup. You saved me from a dangerous combination of jitters and mascara.”

Heather ran her thumb over Paula’s knuckles with a small smile. “Anytime.”

“All right, come here. We’re doing a group hug.” Paula tugged them both toward her. 

Heather’s and Valencia’s arms overlapped when they leaned into the embrace. 

Valencia rested her chin on Paula’s shoulder. “You look beautiful, by the way.”

Paula tightened her grip affectionately. “Back at ya, honey.”

The door flew open and Rebecca bustled into the room. “Okay, Father Brah’s waiting in Hall A. Josh has the tech rigged and ready. I think we’ve g-- Ah! Perfect timing. Hold it right there. I’m coming in.”

The girls giggled and maintained the pose so Rebecca could throw her arms wide to envelop them all. 

Valencia disengaged with obvious reluctance. She gave the hem of Heather’s blouse a tug to get her attention. “We’ve got a few last-minute concerns to take care of, but we’ll see you in there. Rebecca, you’ll hold down the fort?”

Rebecca saluted and replied in a voice that sounded like several British regions blended into one. “I won’t let you down, ma’am.”

Heather and Valencia stepped into the hallway and shut the door behind them. Valencia blinked rapidly as her mid-event agitation kicked back into gear. “She’s doing accents now.”

Heather’s lips turned up at the corner. “And you were worried about keeping me in line.”

They veered to the right and spotted Brendan with Tommy waiting outside the bathroom for Scott. Brendan fished something metallic out of his inside pocket. He turned it over between his fingers. 

Valencia changed course and zipped past him, snatching the item out of his possession without breaking stride. Brendan jumped but did not fight the confiscation. The blazing look he received was enough to stop him in his tracks.

“Not on your mom’s special day,” Valencia snarled through gritted teeth. 

“It’s a Swiss Army knife!” Brendan protested with his hands lifted in surrender. “I just needed the toothpick!” 

Valencia shot him a parting skeptical glare and turned on her heel. “Tell it to the hand, Silas Botwin!” she called when she swept away.

Tommy offered a belated greeting. “Hi, Heather. Haven’t seen you since RenFaire. Cool necklace.”

Heather gave them a jokingly formal nod. “The Brothers Proctor. Yeah, um, thanks. I’ve gotta go before she finds out Brah’s going to rap about Jesus or something.”

Heather jogged to catch up with Valencia. 

Brendan waited until she was out of earshot before he nudged Tommy. He mimicked his brother’s voice. “‘Cool necklace.’ Good going, Buttface. Real suave.”

Tommy narrowed his eyes. “Heh heh heh. That’s funny. You know what else would be funny? If I told Valencia about that Scottish knife in your sock.”

“It’s a sgian-dubh and it’s ceremonial - you know that - but fine, all right, point taken.”

The final preparations were made without further incident. Invitees from the law firm and warehouse settled in foldable chairs while Josh piped instrumentals through a strategically hidden sound system. Valencia’s attention was divided in at least half a dozen directions as the start time approached, verifying that all participants were following their cues, but Heather managed to guide her to a spot in one of the front two rows. 

The next classical selection played. Entrances at either side of the hall swung wide. Darryl and Mrs. Hernandez held the doors to the left so Paula could step through them. Hank and Sal from the barbershop quartet cleared the way for Scott on the right. Brendan moved forward to extend an arm to his mother and Tommy escorted his dad. The spouses met in the middle of the room and their sons took seats nearby.

Valencia calmed somewhat now that the first phase was well underway. Her hand found Heather’s and rested on her knee. Father Brah said a few words about Paula and Scott, touching briefly on their history as parishioners and his increased familiarity with them through counseling. He led a short prayer - devoid of improvisation, much to Valencia’s and Heather’s relief - and then introduced the guest speaker: Rebecca.

She rose from her chair beside Valencia to stand before the temporary podium. Heather could see her hands trembling when she adjusted the microphone. Rebecca unfolded a piece of paper and smoothed it flat.

“Um, hi, everyone. I thought a lot about what I would say today. As all the people in this room already know, I’m Rebecca Bunch. But, to Paula, I’m Cookie. I call her Mama. Brendan and Tommy have actually been really cool about that, so, thank you both for letting me be an honorary member of your family.” 

She found the boys in the front row and smiled. Tommy inclined his head. Brendan thumped a fist against his chest. 

Rebecca laughed and continued. “In the time since she became my best friend, Paula has helped me learn so much about love. She has an encyclopedic knowledge of vampire romance novels and rom-coms from the last four decades, but the best way she has taught me true love is by example. Her heart is so full and so fierce that, when you have her in your corner, it's like no problem is truly insurmountable. I know Scott feels the same, and that’s a major part of what brings us here today. Scott and Paula got married a little shy of two decades ago, and they’ve experienced a ton of life events together -- good, bad, and everything in between. Some of the problems would have broken a weaker bond, but they are standing before us now stronger and more committed than ever. Their journey kind of rattled a revelation loose in my brain recently. This is the sort of thing that seems obvious in retrospect, but it’s hard to genuinely understand until you encounter it in real life. As much as I’ve always loved sweeping fictional romances, and I probably always will, love is a lot more than that first choice we see in stories. It’s the ongoing choices we make, day after day, to stick by each other through all the years that follow. Voluntarily Ever After. It’s saying, ‘I can get by on my own, but I will save room for you. When I face the highs and lows of this life, you’re who I want by my side.’ The new engraving on their wedding bands commemorates that lasting devotion. Paula, Scott, do you wanna tell everyone what’s written inside?”

Scott’s hands clutched Paula’s while he recited the first half of the inscription. “In any universe...”

Paula beamed tearfully and squeezed his palms. “... I’d pick you.”

Rebecca blinked to contain her emotions before turning back to the assembled guests. “To wrap this thing up, and in honor of a couple that is embracing something new built on an old foundation, I decided to share a traditional reading with a fresh twist. In keeping with my proclivity for fairy tales, this passage comes from one. My dearest friend deserves only the finest in the world, so I’ve chosen a quote from the most epic fairy tale of all time: the Bible. The beginning should ring a bell; after all, why veer from a classic? But I couldn’t resist making a few little personalized tweaks and, well, you’ll understand in just a sec.”

She flipped her paper and took a deep breath. 

“‘Love is patient. Love is kind.’ It is being ready to do the work. It is passing through the Ring of Fire. It is heart-to-heart conversations over late night pie at your kitchen counter. It is somehow turning evening game shows and study sessions into couple bonding activities. Love is agreeing Thelma & Louise Brad Pitt is still the dreamiest Brad Pitt. It is making memories in moments big and small, whether it’s finally taking a vacation or playing board games around your dining room table at home. Love is finding your own path. When you travel that path, and find the one you love, you should hold on tight.”

Valencia’s fingertips curled against Heather’s hand. Heather returned the pressure and shifted across her seat until their sides touched. Though they kept their attention on Rebecca’s speech, both indulged in a private smile.

___

The ceremony was a vision of pastels and mood music, but the reception provided a burst of rich colors and myriad sounds. Rebecca tested pretzel flavors from her new shop in addition to the catered cuisine -- a table beside which Nathaniel lingered beyond plausible explanation given that he wasn’t even holding a plate. Darryl and Maya reenacted their viral dance from YouTube. Tim and Jim fenced with sword picks from the hors d'oeuvres platter.

Once everyone made their first trip through the buffet line, Josh turned down the current track from his set list for an announcement. “All right, party people, let’s make some noise for the West Brovinas!”

Paula stole a glance at each Gurl Group member in turn but politely set aside her cutlery to listen. The men assembled in front of her table to croon “Bright Was the Night.” Though being the center of attention was clearly not something Paula enjoyed, the visible displeasure faded over the course of the performance as she looked into Scott’s eyes. His sincerity was disarming. When the final note faded, he stepped forward with hat in hand. Scott bent low, lifted the boater to hide their faces, and spoke words only his wife could hear. Paula pulled him in for a kiss while onlookers clapped.

Heather witnessed the highlights of the evening, but following Valencia took up every spare second in between those moments. They made countless circuits around the rented space until she started to regret her choice of footwear. When cake was served, all that remained was general socializing and celebration. Heather used that opportunity to still Valencia’s frenetic pacing with a caress along the underside of her elbow.

“What is it? What’s wrong? Did I miss something?”

“Yeah, the part where you take a breath and have a good time with our friends.” Heather wrapped her arms around Valencia’s middle. “Babe, it’s almost the end of the night and you haven’t sat down once since we left the other hall. I don’t even know where our food is because we ate on-the-go and put it down somewhere.” 

“If I don’t stay focused, nothing gets done,” Valencia said defensively. “That’s what being a party planner is. It’s like being a conductor or a director. I have to know how everything fits together and see it through from start to finish.”

“Which you’ve done, hella thoroughly, as always. There’s a gap in the schedule until cleanup. For the sake of our arches, can we just slide these shoes off and take an actual break?” Heather protruded her lower lip.

Valencia tried to glower, but it wouldn’t stick. “All right, but my shoes are staying on. I don’t think they mopped very well.”

Heather shook her head with a chuckle. “Close enough. So, are we gonna talk about the other reason your Boss Lady mode is cranked to eleven tonight?”

Valencia broke eye contact and stepped backward. “What do you mean?”

“This job is important because you care about the guests of honor, but you’ve also got something to prove.”

Heather studied Valencia’s features while the latter fidgeted. 

“No more than usual.” Valencia feigned interest in a centerpiece.

“Bullshit.” Heather’s assertion was gentle, her stare unwavering. “This is your first time running the show on your own since Beth.”

Valencia glanced in Heather’s direction but could not lift her gaze. “It’s fine. I don’t need her.”

“No, you don’t,” Heather agreed, “but it’s understandable if something feels off and you’re nervous about the transition. You were together for, like, nine months. As partners in more than one sense of the word. Nobody’s expecting you to just bounce right back from it. Sure, you’ve moved on relationship-wise, but other pieces are still settling into place. You and I both know there are a bunch of little recoveries that come with separating your existence from someone who was part of it for that long.”

“It sucks.” Valencia stamped her foot. “I understand it’s my fault for mixing personal and professional, but I don’t want what happened to cost new business if clients don’t trust me to juggle responsibilities. You wouldn’t believe the competition out there or how fast they can spread any gossip that gives them an advantage. All it takes is a single seed of doubt.”

Heather held Valencia’s face between her palms. “You were always really good at this. That was true before, and I think it’s even more so now. Look around. Everything in here was all you. People are having an amazing time. That photographer’s getting kick-ass photos for your website. No one is going to dispute that you’ve got the necessary skill set. The only one left who needs to believe that is you.”

“Easier said than done.” Valencia sighed. “You know how my mind works. Even if strangers don’t say bad stuff about me, some part of me is convinced they will.” 

Heather shrugged. “Then prove them wrong. The real voices and the ones you imagine. Also, in the meantime, go easy on yourself. The two of you had a rhythm. You just need a chance to get your groove back.”

Valencia’s mouth twisted. “How you would you advise I do that?”

Heather removed Valencia’s earpiece and mic, then her own, and pocketed them all. Valencia reached for the comms instinctively but let the theft go uncontested. “Maybe,” Heather posited, “what you need is to get your groove on.”

Valencia raised her eyebrows. “That’s your solution? ‘The Cha Cha Slide’ will cure my insecurities?” Her expression shifted and her head tilted to the side. “Wait, are you asking me to dance?”

“That pretty much sums it up, yeah.” Heather rocked back and forth on her feet. “Do you want to, or...?”

Valencia did not reply aloud. She simply led Heather by the hand toward the dance floor as a slow song began.

“Okay, I’m reading that as a ‘yes.’” Heather grinned playfully. 

Valencia’s lips twitched and her wrists crossed behind Heather’s neck. “Just shut up and hold my hips.”

Heather complied with a laugh. She nuzzled Valencia’s hair and closed her eyes.

“It’s funny,” Valencia remarked, “but when you, Josh, and Scott were working on the music, I was pretty sure I heard that you get a rash from ‘all the Ed Sheeran flavor of shamelessly sugary crap.’”

“Oh, I do,” Heather insisted without missing a beat. “I’ll be covered in hives within the hour, so, let that be on your conscience.”

Valencia snorted. “It’s very romantic of you to endure a ballad-based allergy for me.” 

“I know.” 

Valencia winced and groaned. “I might reconsider your earlier suggestion about the shoes. These heels hurt like hell.” She leaned against Heather’s shoulders. “What are the odds of you carrying me to your car when all this is over?”

“Considering my back problems continue to exist? They aren’t in your favor. If you’re hurting that much, I’ll try because I love you; just know we might not get very far.”

They stopped swaying. Heather gulped.

“Wow,” Valencia murmured. “You said it. We haven’t... That was the first time.”

“Yeah.” Heather's eyes widened and her jaw clenched. “Shit.”

Valencia pulled away enough to see her. “Did you not mean it like that?”

“I meant it,” Heather confirmed, “but no pressure at all. That was super early. I won’t be pissed if you’re not there. We were literally talking about everything you’re dealing with, like, two minutes ago. It was just... a fact.” She lifted her shoulders helplessly.

Valencia coaxed Heather forward until their foreheads touched. She traced her thumbs over Heather’s cheekbones and along her jaw. “If you’re too fast, then so am I, because I’m completely in love with you.” Valencia exhaled shakily. “I’d argue that ‘early’ depends where you’re counting from, because we’ve already been there for each other through a lot. Will other people think it’s quick? Does it retroactively call my past two relationships into question because this one is so natural by comparison? Honestly, I’ve realized that I don’t give a damn. I spent enough time pretending to feel things when I didn’t or not feel them when I did, and I’m done. This is the truth and I’m not apologizing for it.”

Heather enfolded Valencia in her arms. They kissed through the end of the ballad but took no notice. Midway through the next song, they resumed dancing. Valencia’s cheek rested on Heather’s biceps while she observed their friends and the circular lights that intersected on the floor. Heather saw Maya at a table watching them, both hands over her heart and mouth forming what looked suspiciously like the word ‘goals.’ Heather’s shoulders shook at the exaggerated reaction but that did not prevent a pleased flush of heat from spreading down her back. She cradled her girlfriend closer and breathed in the smell of her perfume.

“You were right,” Valencia mumbled against her skin. “Dancing actually did make things better.”

Heather smiled. “I surprised even myself with that one.”

“Really? I couldn’t tell,” Valencia teased. She slid her index finger up to the tattoo of Wilbur the Robot and traced a heart over his chest. “I’m talking about my outlook too, though. At least for the moment, I’m feeling less overwhelmed. Carrying on with planning by myself isn’t a defeat; it’s a comeback.”

Heather brushed her lips over Valencia’s forehead. “I’m glad we agree.”

Valencia relaxed and heaved a contented sigh. “Whatever else happens from here, I’ll be able to face it. I have everything I need.”

[hmorris0712]

night of my life~ tyler joseph x reader (PART FOUR)

~about two months later~

your p.o.v.

today’s the day.

you and tyler still hadn’t exactly become official yet, but if people were to observe all your texts and face times, they would probably assume you two were already a couple. you text each other daily and face time when you can, whether that be after a show, first thing in the morning, or even in the middle of the night.

meanwhile sam and josh were out here calling each other babe every single second they’d talk. yes, they did indeed become an item about a month after they met. and you’d be telling such a big fat white lie if you said they aren’t cute together. you want desperately to see them together in person. whenever you watch sam talking to him over the phone, she just sounds and looks so happy.

all sam wants now is for you and tyler to finally become a thing. you do too, but at the same time you’re a little unsure, and you can tell tyler feels the same way about it. so until then, the two of you remain...friends with benefits? you don’t exactly know how to put it.

change of topic; you and sam have talked about the idea before and are really sold on it, so you two decided to surprise the boys by...

moving to columbus, ohio.

and today is the day.

however, sam really wanted josh to know, so you caved and said that it was fine if she told him. so about a week ago, she facetimed him with you, and the two of you together broke the news to him. his smile was the biggest you had ever seen it before. the three of you planned it all out quickly. he gave you his and tyler’s apartment address so you knew where to go.

today’s the day.

the two of you are currently on a plane to columbus, and your excitement and nerves are overwhelmingly strong. it’s only been an hour, so you have roughly one more hour to go before you land at the airport. you and sam are sharing a pair of earbuds and jamming out to, yes, twenty one pilots.

“girl are you ready?” sam asks you with excitement. “heck yeah! i’ve been ready ever since we told josh!!” you answer enthusiastically. sam sighs like a teenage girl in love. “i can’t wait to finally see him again after two whole months.” she smiles up at the ceiling. you laugh. “and i can’t wait to see you and josh being a couple in real life, not just over a screen.” you joke. well, only partially.

“(y/n) when do you think tyler will finally ask you to be his girlfriend? you guys practically act like a couple already, why not just make it official?” she ponders. you sigh before responding. “i don’t know. i think i’m fine with the idea, but it’s really up to him. i don’t know how he feels about it yet, but i’ll probably ask him about it later.” you explain to her. she nods.

“yeah, i understand that. anyway, guess what? only about 45 more minutes till we land!” she says in a sing-song voice. you smile. as the two of you continue to jam.

today’s the day.

~~~~~~~~~

when you guys land at the airport, you get a text from tyler.

tyjo: hey (y/n)

tyjo: josh is ignoring me, he’s talking to sam :(

you smile and quickly type a reply.

(y/n): hey ty. yeah, they can be like that sometimes. did you guys make it back yet?

tyjo: actually no. our flight was delayed, so we’re a little behind schedule.

(y/n): aw, that sucks. i’m sorry about that. how long until you land, do you know?

tyjo: i think it should be about a half hour more. so not too bad.

(y/n): oh well that’s good. hey, what are some cool things to do in columbus? (my aunt is visiting for couple days and asked me if i knew anyone who lived there)

tyjo: oh there’s lots of stuff. my personal favorite place to go is either taco bell or chipotle.

(y/n): ...that’s just food tyler

tyjo: ...your point is?

(y/n): whatever, i’m sure she’ll be fine with food recommendations alone.

tyjo: of course she will. it’s food.

(y/n): alright, well sam and i are gonna go head over to torchy’s for dinner. i’ll text you later!

tyjo: tAKE ME WITH YOU

(y/n): i’m afraid i cannot, sorry:(

tyjo: you’re mean :(

tyjo: but i guess i’ll let you go now

tyjo: i care about you

tyjo: like, a lot

(y/n): aw you’re such a romantic tyler

(y/n): but, you’re my favorite person in the whole world

tyjo: :)

(y/n): :)

you put your phone away and then to sam. “tyler said chipotle and taco bell.” you tell her flatly. she makes a face. “ew why taco bell? let’s get chipotle. and you know what? we’re gonna be nice and get them some food as well. i’ll ask josh what their favorite meals are.”

~~~~~~~~~

you guys stall at chipotle for ten more minutes while you wait for josh to tell sam that they’ve made it home.

you hold the bag up to your nose and take a big whiff of the wondrous smell. “ugh remind me again why we have to wait for them to eat this? i’m starvingggg.” you groan. sam smirks. “well we wanna eat lunch together with them, right?” you sigh. “yeah i guess we do.” she laughs at your impatient-ness.

after a couple more minutes, sam’s phone goes off. she checks it and gasps with a smile. “they’re home!” she says excitedly. you jump up. “yes! now we can finally eat this amazingness!!” you say as the two of you rush out the doors.

sam scrolls up on her conversation with josh to find his address. the two of you are just chattering the whole way there, almost unable to contain yourselves.

you turn onto the street their apartment complex is on, and the nerves hit you. it suddenly gets harder to breathe because you’re kind of just now actually realizing that you’re going to see tyler again after over two months.

“this is the building!” sam announces cheerily. you two enter and go up to the second floor in search of room 211. the elevator opens and the first room you see is 219. sam shrugs. “i guess theirs is all the way down the hall.

218.

217.

216.

215.

you press your hands against your thighs to try and stop their shaking.

213.

212.

you look across the way from room 212 and the number on the wall by the door almost lose your breath completely.

room 211.

sam is almost bursting at the seams with excitement as she knocks on the door. not four seconds later does the door open to reveal a very happy josh. sam practically lunges at her boyfriend, jumping onto him. he catches her and picks her up, rushing out into the hallway and spinning her a couple times. you decide that this moment is too cute and you wanna get a picture. you happen pull your phone out at the right time, because when josh stops spinning her, he kisses her. it takes everything in you not to squeal. after all, this is their first kiss.

you look at the picture you got. josh is picking her up, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist. sam’s feet are off the ground and her arms are thrown around his neck, both of them smiling brightly against one another’s lips.

he sets her down gently and hugs her for roughly ten seconds. when they finally pull back, josh turns to you with a smile. “tyler’s in his room if you wanna go scare him. it’s the door to the left by the way.” he says before pressing one final kiss to sam’s cheek. “alright, thanks! and so good to see you after so long!” you say before entering. “i know, it’s been way too long.” josh replies as he and sam follow you into the apartment room.

you wander off to the two small bedrooms. you stop and point at the door on the left and look at josh with a questioning expression. he chuckles and nods, affirming that indeed, that is the room. you nod slowly and turn the knob, entering the room.

you turn around once you close the door, and your eyes immediately fall on him. he’s unpacking his bags still, but it looks like he’s almost done. “who was it?” he asks as he grabs a shirt out of his bag, probably assuming you’re josh. you hold back a laugh.

“oh, just some girl. she keeps claiming she knows you, but i’m not sure.” you say with a smirk, taking a few steps forward. he immediately stops what he’s doing at the sound of your voice and spins around quickly to face you. his mouth drops open and his hand comes up to cover it briefly. “no way...” he says quietly, a huge smile making its way onto his face. you put your hands behind your back as a giddy smile takes over you.

“oh my god.” he mumbles before he runs forward to you, dropping the shirt on the ground. he crashes into you, causing you to stumble back a few steps. he’s hugging you so tightly, you don’t think it’s possible to get any closer to someone. you hug him back with equal pressure, glad to finally be in his arms again after two extremely long months.

“i missed you so much you don’t even know.” he mumbles into your hair. “well, i might have an idea.” you reply. he pulls back with the biggest smile you’ve seen from him yet. his hands slide up to the sides of your face and he just looks at you. you can’t help but smile as you feel yourself explode with happiness.

he laughs, one of the most beautiful sounds you’ve ever heard. “you’re so pretty.” he says, resting his forehead against yours. you laugh as well, but sarcastically. “me? i literally haven’t done anything with my hair today, and i’m just in a hoodie and jeans.” you bring up.

“so? that doesn’t make a difference.” he assures sweetly as he pushes some of your hair behind your ear. the two of you stand there for a few seconds more just looking at each other. tyler looks so happy right now, you wish you could snap a picture or something and save the expression on his forever. his seemingly eternal smile is still plastered on his face, and his eyes are shining with pure joy. in one swift movement, tyler moves one of his hands to the back of your head and presses his lips to yours.

oh my god he’s kissing me. tyler joseph is kissing me. you feel your heart jump in your chest before speeding up to 10000 beats a second, your face heating up quickly at this newfound feeling.

he breaks the kiss shortly and laughs again, touching his nose to yours in the cutest way possible. “i love you (y/n).” he mumbles softly. your heart jumps. you never thought you’d hear him say those words, especially to you. “i love you too tyler.” you say before burying your face into his shirt.

“okay i still have one question though.” he says, making you lift up your head and look up at him again. “hm?” “how are you here?” he asks. “don’t get me wrong, this is the best thing that’s happened to me in a long time, but i’m just extremely confused.” he explains. you laugh and grab his hand to lead him out of the room. “c’mon, we’ll explain over lunch.”

“we?” he says before spotting josh and sam, who are throwing m&m’s into each other’s mouths. how long they’ve been at this, who knows.

“ohhh. you came here with her.” tyler says in realization as the two of you approach them. sam is about to throw one into josh’s mouth before she stops and looks at tyler. “yes, and ‘her’ does have a name tyler.” sam says sassily before aiming to throw her m&m. tyler lets go of your hand and crosses his arms over his chest. “i am aware of that, samantha ann williams.” tyler states snarkily as sam launches her m&m. but his statement shocked her so bad that it caused her arm to jerk, throwing her aim off course. the m&m went flying and landed on the ground, bouncing its way to josh’s feet.

josh gasps and doubles over in laughter while sam gapes, turning to tyler. “how-” “(y/n) tells me all the things, don’t worry.” tyler smirks in victory and glances at you. he walks over to the counter and grabs the bag of m&m’s, closing it and putting it away. “alright game over. there’s food and i wanna eat it.”

josh and sam whine, but comply shortly after, because who turns down food? that’s right, no one.

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the four of you talk for hours while eating, playing mario kart, and moving bags into certain rooms. josh moves his stuff into tyler’s room so you and sam could have his.

eventually josh gets hungry again, so you all decide to head to a nearby fair and have some fun.

josh saw one of those rip off games and claimed he could beat tyler. tyler immediately took him up on the challenge and they played about five rounds. while they were doing that, you and sam went and got yourselves some cotton candy for enjoyment since you guys practically rode all the rides already. well, at least all the crazy ones.

the boys came back after about five minutes, tyler with a victorious smirk victorious and josh pouting, giving away who won and who lost. you laugh at the sight along with sam, who steps forward and loops her and through josh’s as you four start walking. “aw you poor baby. i think i know what’ll cheer you up though. how about a ride on the ferris wheel?” sam offers. josh’s face lights up immediately. “yES LET’S GO!” he yells as he starts running, pulling sam by the hand.

you laugh at their cuteness as tyler slings his left arm around your shoulders. you smile at him and reach up to grab his hand, lacing your fingers through his and laying your head on his shoulder as you walk. “gosh, i still can’t believe you’re here.” he says, looking at you with the most loving of heart eyes. “honestly i can’t either.” you reply with a smile.

“soooo you wanna go with them?” he says as you two walk in the general direction the other couple went. “well, i personally am not a big fan of heights, but i’m sure i’ll be fine if you’re there with me.” you say, wrapping an arm around tyler’s waist. “are you sure? you don’t have to, you know. i was just asking.” he looks down at you, his eyebrows raised slightly. you nod. “yeah i’m sure.” he smiles. “well then what are we waiting for?” he says with a smile that shows his cute teeth.

he laughs and runs off, you hot on his trail. soon you get close enough to where you’re able to grab his hand and let him pull you along the pavement under the evening sky. he slows down when you guys approach josh and sam, who are talking excitedly about something. luckily no one had gotten in line after them yet, so you and tyler were able to talk to them while waiting.

once they board their little cart, you watch as it goes up and up to the very top, and you realize just how high this thing really is. maybe you should have thought about this a little more carefully. your hand tightens around tyler’s, and he looks at you with concern. “hey, we can still step outta line if you don’t wanna do this (y/n).” he says as he places his hands on your shoulders. you give a half smile. “no i’m good, i can do this.” you half lie, trying to convince both tyler and yourself of that statement.

“alright. but if you do get scared, don’t worry. i’ll be right beside you the whole way.” he gives the smallest, cutest reassuring smile. “thanks ty.”

the two of you step into your cart and await the start. you grab tyler’s hand immediately when you feel it start moving. “if you ever need to, just close your eyes or look at me. if you’re not looking at the ground, you won’t feel as scared.” you nod and lay your head down on his shoulder as he pulls you closer to him. you mentally kick yourself for coming up here. “why did i want to do this?” you groan. you feel tyler chuckle against you. “well you didn’t exactly tell me why, you just said you’d do it.”

“oh.” was all you could say to that. god, you can be so dumb sometimes, can’t you? “i personally love scaring myself, so i’ll always climb the tallest thing possible solely for the thrill.” he starts talking. you laugh. “i’m not surprised actually, that sounds exactly like you. you’re the biggest daredevil i’ve ever seen.” you say, looking up at him with a smile.

he laughs and plants a kiss on your cheek. “you’re adorable (y/n).” he says, captivating you as his eyes linger on yours for a duration of time. the cart stops abruptly, snapping you out of your trance and back into the reality of fear as your eyes make their way to the ground which is very, very far below you. “oh my god we’re so high up right now. is it getting hard to breathe or is it just me?” you say as you mildly start hyperventilating.

“hey, hey don’t look down, look out.” tyler tells you in a soothing manner as he takes your hands in his and gestures with his eyes the view around you. you do as he says and take a look at the world around you from this height. you notice all the lights from the rides shining, their bright neon colors contrasting the dark night sky. you see a few stars shining, their natural light fighting to be seen against the fluorescent fair lights. you soon feel a smile within you begin to surface as your anxiety washes away.

“can-...can i ask you something?” tyler says quietly. you turn your gaze away from the beauty and back onto him. “yeah go ahead.” tyler looks down for a moment. “would you ever...want to be my girlfriend? like w- would that ever be something you’d consider?” he stutters out timidly, looking back up at you with those adorable eyes you’ve grown so fond of.

you smile so big, you’re afraid it might consume the entirety of your face. “it would. why do you ask?” he mirrors your smile and runs a hand through his hair quickly. “i was just wondering, because i wanted to ask you tonight, if- if maybe you wanted to...y’know..be my girlfriend.” he looks down as he slowly manages to get the sentence out, soon meeting your eyes again. the vibrant lights from all around reflect off of his eyes beautifully, making this moment all the better.

you laugh and bring his face closer to yours. “of course i do tyler.” his smile increases as he presses his lips to yours for the second time today. you don’t know how on earth you managed to win this amazing boy over, but you did somehow. and boy are you grateful.

“wooOOOOOOOOO GET IT YOU TWO!”

you and tyler break apart at the sudden outburst and look down at the source. you see sam and josh in their cart, two spaces away from yours, clapping, whistling, and cheering. you groan and lean your head on tyler’s chest. he sighs in disappointment and shouts back down at them. “you guys do know that wasn’t our first kiss, right?”

sam’s eyes widen and she gasps loudly. “(Y/N) (L/N) WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME?” she yells up at you. her comment sends you laughing as their commotion below continues. tyler smiles. “just ignore them. they’ll stop eventually.” he says as he captures your lips once more.

maybe it was a good idea you decided to come up here. the feeling of his lips on yours really wakes you up mentally, reminding you that this is where you were meant to be, that this is right.

this is home.

~end:)))) <3

[sitkowskiryan]

secret keepers. vingt.

Warnings: Smut, a bit of body uncomfortable-ness, and I will warn you that I am cisgender female and I have no idea if this is how it really is for a transgender male! please correct me if this is offensive!

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"Ah fuck... Ty not there," Josh grunted, shifting his hips under his boyfriend in protest.

"Shush Joshua, let me work," Tyler scolded, his tongue poking out as he focused on his task.

"That's my neck Tyler!" Josh whined, feeling the latex gloves and cold goop against his neck. Tyler let out a little snicker, tightening his thighs around Josh's hips when the older man tried to get him to move from his lap.

"What are you two doing?" A voice made Tyler jump slightly, smearing his goop covered thumb across Josh's cheek. The older man groaned and pushed Tyler out of his lap to wash his face. Hopefully the dye wouldn't stain his face too quickly. But then again, it was bright, firetruck red so who was he kidding?

"Hey!" Tyler pouted, getting up off the ground and going back to his task. Josh flinched away from the touch before realizing it was Tyler and let out a soft sigh in exasperation.

"Hales, can you at least tell me if he got the back covered properly? He won't tell me," Josh complained, grinning when Tyler nipped his shoulder. Hayley shook her head at the two and moved around Josh to examine the back of his head. She guided Tyler's hands to spread more at the nape of Josh's neck and patted Tyler's shoulder.

"Ty's doing a good job, besides making you a literal red neck," Josh glared at his friend, leaning back into his boyfriend's touch. Tyler beamed happily, kissing the bite mark on Josh's shoulder and carefully removing his gloves.

"Okay big boy, twenty minutes and then into the shower," Tyler instructed, letting his fingers brush Josh's exposed back. Since Tyler had never dyed hair before Josh had figured it was best to not ruin one of his shirts.

"Oh whatever will I do with those twenty minutes?" Josh hummed, grabbing Tyler by his waist and lifting him up onto the counter. The older man situated himself between Tyler's legs and pressed a kiss to his lips.

"Ew, gross. I should've gone to nana's," Hayley groaned, already walking away from the bathroom. Josh grinned against Tyler's lips and let his hands move down to squeeze his hips. Tyler let out a small moan, hands trailing up to Josh's hair when the older man caught him.

"The dye honey, don't really want a red bathroom," Josh teased, wrapping Tyler's arms around his waist instead of his neck. He let out a laugh when Tyler's hands found his backside and attempted to pull him closer to him.

"Is that where you want me?" Josh whispered, ducking his head down to kiss Tyler's ear. The teacher let out a whimper and shook his head.

"No? Where do you want me than baby boy?" He asked, carefully kissing down his neck, wishing he had taken off his shirt too. Hayley had been in an out all day and Tyler was nervous for her to see. She was not exactly told yet, but Josh had a feeling she could tell.

"In me," Tyler whispered, not meeting Josh's eyes. The older man stiffened and stared down at his boyfriend in shock. Did Tyler just...?

"Do you mean that?" Josh whispered, all of his playfulness gone. He wanted Tyler to be sure of this, it was a big step. Tyler nodded his head, still not meeting Josh's eyes. He was focused on the little bit of hair that covered the space between Josh's belly button and sweats. Josh sighed, tipping Tyler's head up to look at him.

"Verbally Tyler," Josh said sternly, his other hand rubbing comforting circles on his back.

"Yes Joshua," his voice was small, but Josh heard him all the same. The, now red, headed man let out a small noise and knelt to bury his face in Tyler's stomach. The teacher yelped in surprise, clutching onto Josh's shoulders.

"What are you doing? What's wrong?" Tyler panicked, massaging Josh's shoulders in hopes of getting him to ease up. Josh just shook his head against Tyler's stomach, ruining Tyler's grey shirt with his dye. Tyler's eyes widened when he felt wetness seep through his shirt and bit his lip.

"I'm sorry if it is too much... I know I am not a real boy..." Josh's head snapped up and Tyler flinched back from the intensity in those hazel eyes.

"Do not ever say that again Tyler," Josh said dangerously, an edge to his voice that had Tyler trembling for a very different reason then fear. He never had Josh be stern with him before, and he kind of liked it.

"It's true though!" Tyler shot back, feeling 'bratty' and wanting to see what Josh would do. Josh's eyes darkened and he shifted closer to Tyler.

"I don't have a cock like you, I have a fucking pus," Tyler was cut off when Josh knocked the air from his lungs. Not from pressing his ribcage, but his crotch, pressing his clit through his leggings.

"Fuck," he whimpered, shifting up into Josh's touch.

"You mean this isn't a cock?" Josh's voice was deep, husky. His chapped lips were pressed against Tyler's ear, fingers pressing against Tyler's center. The teacher shook his head, biting his lip to stifle his noises.

"Hmm feels like one to me," Josh continued, moving his fingers against Tyler and listening to his boyfriend's breathy moans. Tyler had never liked calling his bottom half a cock, but hearing it fall from Josh's mouth had his stomach burning in a good way.

"You like when I stroke your cock baby boy?" Tyler nodded his head frantically, wrapping his legs around Josh's waist and pulling him closer. Josh made to slip his hand down Tyler's leggings only to be interrupted by a loud alarm, making both of them to jump. The red head giggled and made to pull away from his octopus of a boyfriend.

"No daddy," Tyler whined, holding onto Josh tighter making the red head laugh more.

"You can always shower with me darling," Josh whispered encouragingly, smiling when Tyler's face lit up and laughed as he was pushed away so Tyler could jump down and get his clothes off. Josh shook his head fondly and turned around to turn the shower on and pulled his sweats off, not an once of embarrassment when it was revealed that he wasn't wearing boxers underneath.

Josh turned to look at his boyfriend, smiling sadly when he saw Tyler nervously thumbing his boxers, shifting on his feet. Josh made his way over to Tyler, wrapping his arms loosely around his waist.

"You know baby boy, I can't be 'in you' if you have your boxers on," he whispered, getting playfully punched for using Tyler's words. Josh grinned, pressing a kiss to Tyler's messy hair.

"Easy for you to say big boy," Tyler huffed, poking Josh's cock. The older man chuckled and pressed more kisses to Tyler's face and shoulders.

"Tell you what handsome," he grinned privately to himself when he watched Tyler's chest puff up at the compliment, "I'll wash my dye out and tell you when I am done and you can decide if you wanna come in. Okay?" Tyler nodded his head, lip caught between his teeth again. Josh groaned at the look and couldn't stop himself from giving his cock a relieving stroke.

"Stop biting your lip or I'll come before you even get in," Josh smirked, giving Tyler's backside a playful smack when he stuck out his lip and bit it more. Josh climbed in the shower and went about taking care of his hair to ensure the dye would last long and be vibrant. It took Josh ten minutes to actually wash his hair out and get the water running off pinkish instead of bright red. Hopefully it comes out more red than pink.

"Baby boy?" Josh called out, jumping when Tyler practically shot in the shower and buried his face into Josh's chest. The older man held him tightly and ran his fingers through his damp curls.

"I'm proud of you baby boy," he praised, gently pulling him away from his chest. He kept his gaze on Tyler's face, despite the temptation.

"Can I see you?" He asked carefully, slowly backing up when Tyler nodded in approval. He took his boyfriend, all of his tan skin, his dark pubes, tangled yet looking trimmed at the same time. The same dark brown that sat upon his head. Josh could see a bit of pink hidden behind those curls and it made his knees weak.

"Christ, you are perfect," Josh breathed, already closing in on Tyler and pressing him against the wall. Tyler inhaled sharply and grasped onto Josh's curls, not caring about his dye.

"Can I try something?" Josh whispered, letting his thumbs stroke Tyler's hips.

"Be gentle please," Tyler whispered back, pressing his lips quickly to Josh's.

"Always baby boy," Josh promised, slipping to his knees in front of Tyler and lifted Tyler up so his thighs were around his shoulders.

"What are you doOOing," Tyler moaned, fingers clutching Josh's curls as the older man ate him out. True to his word, Josh was real gentle and paid attention to all of Tyler, not just his clit.

"Oh," Tyler panted, rocking into Josh's face as much as he could with his position against the wall.

"Joshie, I'm close please," Tyler whimpered, trying to move away from Josh's teasing tongue. The older man had other plans though, burying his face once more into Tyler's pelvis and latching onto his clit. Tyler had to cover his mouth to silence the scream about to erupt from his chest. He pushed Josh's face closer as he came, thighs trembling against Josh's cheeks.

"Off, off," Tyler pleaded, pushing Josh's face from his pussy. Josh stood up carefully, keeping Tyler off the ground and in his arms. He was sure Tyler would slip if he let him down now. Tyler let out a small cry when he felt Josh's cock teasingly rub his clit from how they were positioned.

"Still want me in you darling?" Josh's voice was rough, and Tyler should feel repulsed with those lips kissing along his neck, but he couldn't find it within himself to feel disgust, only arousal. Tyler nodded his head, biting his lip. Josh groaned at him and made to slip his fingers into Tyler to prepare him. He would never hurt his baby.

"DADDY! PAPA!" Josh tensed hearing his daughter's voice through the door, burying his face in Tyler's neck to muffle his groan. Always cockblocked.

"Yes baby?" Tyler called back, patting Josh's back sympathetically. He could feel Josh throbbing against him, but with Olivia home they wouldn't be able to do much about it until she went to bed.

"Nana wants to say hi before she leaves!" Olivia called back, Josh whining into Tyler's skin. Not only his daughter, but his mother too? Maybe there was a mariachi band waiting as well to celebrate Josh's blue balls.

"Okay princess, we'll be out in a minute!" Tyler called, already turning off the water so she could hear him better. Tyler slowly lowered himself onto his shaky legs and pressed a kiss to Josh's lips and pulling back with his face scrunched up.

"You taste like pussy," Tyler commented, Josh laughing at the absurdity of the comment. Tyler got out of the shower, yelping when Josh smacked his backside, hard.

"'Oh Joshie'" Josh mocked, grinning when Tyler smacked his arm. They quickly got dressed in their messy clothing from before, Josh spending a good five minutes trying to will his cock down. He, after all, was wearing only grey sweatpants. Once they were both ready, they exited the bathroom and headed downstairs.

"Daddy is red!" Olivia cheered, jumping up from the floor and racing towards Josh. The red haired man caught his daughter and held her up on his hips easily. Hayley and his mother were smirking at him and he just shrugged his shoulders. This was his house and what he did was his partner was his business.

"I would have come later, had I known you were preoccupied Joshua," his mother scolded playfully, moving into hug him. Tyler snickered at Josh and the older man shot him a dirty look. Making sure no one was looking at him, Josh made a 'V' with his fingers and stuck his tongue through it at Tyler, smirking when the brunet blushed a deep red.

Yes, two could play at this game baby boy.

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Word Count: 2,083

i wanna start by saying, i'm sorry for how upset i was last chapter! it is the week before finals for me and all of my classes had something due this week and i was stressed out and really frustrated, but wattpad wasn't letting me access any of my stories and all of the help pages were not helping so i got upset.

but i am fine now! i got all of my things, except for one paper, done and i'm ready for my winter break!

onto the chapter, i hope you guys like this! would you like to see more smut like this or more fluff? I want to write what you guys want to see! please give me feedback on what you like and what you don't!

until next time,

stay alive sunshines <3

[livelovelaug-h]

Harder

Warning - it's gonna seem sexual but like April fool's. LMAOOOO you'll see.

Dean x reader

A/n- This is for @butiaintgonnaloveem Tiff’s WTF*ck Challenge. My line will be in bold. My line: "Harder is not a good safe word" thanks for letting me participate!! Sorry for taking so long.

Nachzehrer- ghoul like vampire creature. (German). Also all spelling mistakes are mine.

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You and the winchesters have been doing cases one after the another after the another. And the worst part is your barely getting any sleep which means everyone is pretty cranky or on edge.

"hey can we stop and get some coffee?"

"yeah already heading there"

You guys got your coffee and sat at a booth. You just didn't know what creature it was this time, they were barely any leads.

You spoke up first "so who do we interview?"

"well the reports it says "there were graves that were undug and new bodies that were put down there had half their flesh ripped off. Then three nights before that there was a girl found in a dumpster that had her hesrt ripped out." Sam says.

"then the girls family?" You asked looking at Dean.

"yep. Let's go"

You interviewed the family and you found out that the girl started hanging out with a new friend two weeks ago, that seemed like trouble her mom said so now you have to find this guy. Also the day she died she went to a party with a few friends. You spoke up to Dean

"I don't really think it's that guy though all parents say that about girls friends or boyfriends."

"well doesn't hurt to check".

"Let's split up. You and sam go talk to the friends. and ill go talk to the Sheriff's and go to the graveyard, see if you can find any clues."

"okay, be careful please." You said and Sam ans you went to go steal a car and talk to her friend carrie.

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"Thanks for letting us come in" you say.

"yeah no problem. So what would you like guys like to know?"

"do you know that guy that she was hanging out with by any chance?"

"are you talking about mace? The guy she met two weeks ago?"

"yeah him. Do you know where we can reach him by any chance"

"um no he said he just moved here and we never really hit it off so I never got his phone number".

"Oh alright".

~~~~~~~

The next friend - jamie-

"do you know where we can reach the guy by any chance that she met two weeks ago?"

"no. She didn't really ever ask to text or anything. He was new to town but he seemed weird."

Ofc. She didn't have it 😐

Well after interviewing the next friends and getting no where becuz no one had his number, you all decided to met Dean at a bar.

"did you find anything at the graveyard" you asked Dean.

"nope. nada"

"ugh this case is a dead-end."

You guys were sitting on barstools; it was Sam, Dean and then you on the end. A girl came up and sat right next to you.

"hey" she said. "hey"

"strange little town ain't it?"

"yeah it is"

"there's been like a strange vampire or creature thing happening here." She says and laughs.

"yeah.... Haha" you look over towards Dean he looks just as confused. " Do you believe in Vampires?"

"uh not really but its like the only explanation for this stuff. But idk I think it might be that new guy in town"

"new guy?" Dean asked.

"yeah his name is Josh. He hung out with the girl who died but it probably was just all coincidental. I think it's her other friend Alex. He was always started drama and he was so jealous of her."

"Probably. Do you happen to know where he is?" You asked her because she was mainly focusing on you; which was strange considering dean and Sam the two hottest guys sitting there RIGHT next to her. Just then a guy walks over to her hugging her and quickly kisses her lip. Ah maybe that's why she didn't look....

"what ya guys talking about?" He asks.

"you know that new guy in town Josh? Well they I was telling them about him. Do you mind showing her where he works?" She asked him all sweetly.

"yeah sure thing sweetheart".

"I'll show u guys the other guy"

"woah i wanna go with her" dean said. you looked at Dean & then the girls face she spoke up: "it's okay she'll be fine my husband is very protective". Her husband smiled big at you.

"Okay.... Wait.." dean came over and gave you a hug and whispered in your ear. "Remember the safeword".

"yeah. I love you too dean" you said and pulled away trying not to look suspicious.

You got in the car with the guy and it was pretty awkward since you didn't know him. You started asking him questions like how did him and his wife meet etc. He was a pretty nice dude. You got to the place the guy worked at and he said he was friends with him so you guys could go through the back door. Only problem was it was very dark in the back and there was an alley next to it; since Dean wasn't there you didn't really feel well protected.

You were looking down when he was just about to open the door when you felt someone head butt you and push you into the wall. Mad your head get all fuzzy. "

"You freaking Hunters weren't supposed to find us"

"yeah well we did so-". Next thing you know your world went black.

You woke up and of course you were tied to a chair. So you started working on getting out.

You didn't even notice it until he said it.

"oh so you're gonna be awake for this feeding"

You looked down at your side and saw blood oozing out not a time because it was slowing down.. you wondered how long you been out for.

"leave me alone"

Just then his wife comes in.

"I'll be back just give us a minute. you sit tight"

HA! You mocked him. You actually caught the one Rope free from your hands and started working on the other hand. It's been about 5 minutes and you got loose. you knew he would be back soon so you ran down the long hallway of where you were. You were completely out of breath when you hide behind a wall and heard your phone ringing.

You were huffing "h-h-hello?" It was dean thank God.

"Y/n? Where have you guys been?"

"..w- wh- with - that guy-...

"what are you guys doing? are you guys....?"

Before you could answer the guy grabbed your throat. You remember you could say the safe word. He was squeezing your throat so hard

So you moaned out "harder".

it sounded like you moaned In pleasure and Dean saw red and thought you were cheating on him. He told Sam to find your location and off they went to go find you.

When they went in it was dark and empty like no one was there. But then Dean saw you tied in a chair. He felt really guilty how could he think you cheated on him? I mean those sounds just sounded so real.... Like sex.... But rn he has to focus on getting you out of there alive. How could he not remember the safe word. You guys just made it this morning.

He saw your neck and side all bloodied

"well well well back to see the rest of the show?"

"let her go"

"she's almost finished though"

Dean heard a growl behide him and turned around punching whatever was behide him. He stabbed the vampire in neck with a small wooden steak. Then the wife from earlier comes charging at Dean and the guy starts fighting with Sam. He bites Sam a little but Sam and Dean both defeat the two Nachzehrer's. Their main concern is getting you home and untied.

"Y/n hey, hey wake up". You didn't answer. Dean cut your ropes and carried you to the impale the whole time praying to Cas.

Sam started driving to the bunker and you finally opened your eyes.

"hey"

"Hey there. How ya feeling?"

"I've been better"

"yeah you scared me. I thought you cheated on me and I saw you were bleeding. Harder is not a good safe word."

"Its not. And why did you think I cheated on you?"

"well you guys were gone for awhile and then you were out a breath and then you moaned harder what am I supposed to think?"

"Hahahaha. That's cute I love you too much I wouldn't cheat on you. but I moaned it because he was squeezing my throat"

"yeah I get that now. I'm sorry I love you too. From now on our safe word is----"

"spaghetti!" You said.

"yeah okay your back to normal" dean said and gave you a kiss on the lips.

The end!!

[god--baby]

nice to meet you ch 9 (nsfw)

belch huggins x ambiguously gendered reader henry bowers x patrick hockstetter vic x omcs

masterpost

previously on: the reader and belch fuck for the first time. you meet a nice girl named sophia. vic and the guys have a fight and he fucks off into the distance. 

summary: you throw a party. sophia shows up, and so does vic. also, the best ot3, witch’s brew, and black silk sheets. 

word count: 3334

tag list: @heckstetter @cordysblog @sabertooth-potato @purplezebra68 @agespenst @daddywise-issues @tonguepopperr @nurserykryme @a-bowers-gang-bitch @sarah-bow-beara @daddyyourembarassingme @not-uh-author

You were lucky — the Friday of your party, the one that let you go into spring break, was an early release. Belch had a few hours of work after school, and you said goodbye to him with a kiss.

When you got home, the house was decorated like it was Halloween, the only way you ever decorated for anything. You grinned, walking from room to room, touching fake cobwebs here, a string of light there. You found your parents in the kitchen, waiting for you. They’d decorated for you, your dad still untangling lights when you arrived.

“How’s it look, sweet bean?” asked your dad.

“Perfect, as always,” you said.

You leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“We should be set,” said your mom.

She gestured to the counter behind her, where there sat a vast collection of alcohol. You grinned. You’d saved up your allowance just for this, and they’d agreed to buy for you.

“Awesome,” you said.

You started in on making witch’s brew, the only punch you ever made for things like this.

You hoped it wouldn’t be too weird, presenting it all like a Halloween party in the middle of spring. You hoped people would like it.

Your parents were already packed, ready for their trip down to see their parents.

“Say hey to them for me,” you said, standing in the door of your parents’ room, watching them double-check their bags.

“You know we will, starchild,” your mom said.

“I know. I just miss them,” you said.

You were sad you wouldn’t get to see them, but it had been decided that you’d stay behind and watch the house. Your grandparents lived all together on a sprawling farm near Portland, nearly self-sufficient. Your parents rarely ever got to see them, and had taken the entire week of spring break off, despite their shop having to be closed to the holiday shoppers.

“I know, sweet bean. You’ll get to see them soon,” said your dad.

They left, waving as they drove away.

A few hours later, you were completely ready.

The guys showed up.

Well, minus Vic. You hoped he knew he was still invited. You hoped he knew that there was no bad blood between you. You wanted him to come, badly. Him and his boyfriends. At the very least, Josh would benefit from showing up — he could sell out on your back porch.

You kissed Belch hello and pulled him onto the couch to wait for people to show.

And they did — more people than you’d expected. And they liked how you had the house done up — green fairy lights on every wall, a strobe light facing the stairs, your playlist on. It was a good mix between your taste and what was actually popular, and you hoped no one would mind.

About an hour in, you were on the back porch, and Sophia wandered out, swaying just a little bit.

“Oh, Jesus,” you hissed. You’d completely forgotten about her. “Oh, Jesus, please, just — please be nice to her.”

“To who?” asked Patrick, searching the small crowd.

You saw the moment his eyes fell on her — you could tell, instantly, how interested he was. Poor fucking girl.

You watched the same reaction in Henry and swore under your breath.

“She’s never even been to a party before, so please, don’t ruin her night,” you said, just before she arrived at your group. “Hey!”

“Hey!” she said. “I’m here!”

“You are,” you said.

“I wore black for you,” she said. She gestured to the little black dress she was in.

You smiled.

“You look great,” you said.

“So do you!” She pointed at the chain you had hanging between your septum piercing and your ear. “That’s so cool.”

“Thanks. You having fun?”

“Yeah!” she said. “I took a couple shots and I feel really good now.”

“Good,” Patrick said. Actually, he practically purred.

You held back a grimace. It seemed Henry wasn’t enough, not that Henry minded. Henry was on the same page as him, reaching out and taking her hand. She jumped, a little surprised.

“Uh, hi,” she said, softly, looking him up and down. Then, she smiled. “You’re cute.”

You looked at Belch. He was appropriately amused.

“I can say the same thing for you, sweetheart.”

She grinned.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” said Patrick. “Heard this was your first party. How ‘bout we show you a good time?”

“Oh,” she said. “Well, I’m not sure.”

“No?” said Henry. His smile said yes.

“It’s just,” she said. “I’m already here, and I’m already tipsy, I think. And I wanna be bad, but your face tells me you want me to be very bad.”

“Smart girl,” said Patrick.

“Thanks,” she said quietly, still smiling. “How bad do you want me to be?”

He laughed like that was the best thing he’d ever heard, and Henry pulled her in until she was leaning on him, one hand on his chest. Patrick put a hand on her hip and whispered in her ear. She giggled, actually giggled. Henry licked a stripe up her neck and she laughed, long and bright.

You got the feeling she knew exactly what she was getting into. But you didn’t know for sure.

“Sophia,” you said.

Her eyes snapped over to you.

“Yeah?”

“Be careful,” you said. “Those guys…”

“Don’t worry,” she said, looking at Patrick. “I know what I’m doing.”

She really didn’t, though.

Patrick looked at you.

“Can we borrow your room?” he asked.

“What happens if I said no?” you asked.

“I pick the lock.”

“Then by all means, go ahead.”

He grinned and pulled Sophia by the hand behind him. You lit up a cigarette, watching as they went, Henry pulling up the rear. He grinned over his shoulder at you and Belch. He mouthed, or whispered, thank you.

You shrugged.

“They’re going to fuck her, aren’t they?” you asked Belch.

“Yup.”

“And there’s nothing I can do about it.”

“Yeah.”

“Well,” you said, then taking a drag on your cigarette. “That’s that, I guess.”

Five minutes later, out the back door came Vic, a bottle of vodka in hand and boyfriends in tow.

“Vic!” you cried. “Holy shit!”

He grinned, looking a little bit careful.

“Henry and Patrick here?” he asked in lieu of saying hello.

“They’re upstairs fucking my English partner,” you said.

He laughed, tension melting from his shoulders. He held out a hand to Belch and they did that thing that starts as a short handshake and ends as a hug, both pounding the other’s back.

“It’s nice to see you guys again,” you said to Tim and Josh.

“You too,” said Tim quietly.

Josh had a backpack on, and slipped it off his shoulder, sitting next to a circle of smokers and getting set up.

“Well, c’mon,” you said, putting out your cigarette and grabbing Vic and Tim both by the hand, pulling them back into the house. “Let’s put that vodka to good use.”

The music was loud, pounding into your eardrums as you went back into the fray. People smiled at you as you walked past, and one guy even raised his plastic cup of whatever to you. You smiled.

You got into the kitchen and set to making another batch of witch’s brew, stirring in the vodka and lime jello packets. Vic and Tim watched you, holding hands. You turned away for a moment and when you looked back, they were kissing, pressed up close to each other. You smiled, happy for them.

You hoped that things would be okay. That Vic would come back for real. That this wasn’t just a one-night thing.

You finished making the punch, and pulled Vic and Tim, laughing, into the living room, where people were dancing and sitting around. You danced with them.

“What is this?” asked Tim, yelling to be heard over the music. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard it before.”

“Siouxsie and the Banshees,” you answered. “Goth shit.”

“It’s nice. I might have to check them out,” he said, bobbing his head.

You grinned.

“You should. Some of my favorite shit.”

The song ended, and something popular started up. People cheered and flooded into the living room to dance. Vic pulled Tim close to grind on him, and you left them there, going to get a drink before going out to the back porch where you’d left Belch.

He was sitting on the swing, his back up against one of the armrests. You got on the swing, sitting between his legs, carefully balancing your drink in one hand. He took it from you and took a sip.

“So how d’you think the party’s going?” he asked.

You looked up at him. His eyes were sparkling.

“Good,” you said, digging in your pockets for your cigarettes. You lit one up, and he took it from you, taking a drag.

He must have had something to drink, then. He must be on his way to drunk.

“That punch you make is serious business,” he said.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Fuck yeah. I actually feel a little bit drunk.”

“Wow. Fuck,” you said, taking your cigarette back and having a drag.

“Yeah.”

You sat there, watching as Josh finalized a sale, smiling vaguely. Then, he held out a hand, a joint in it, to you.

“Care to sample my newest strain?” he asked.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” you said, taking the joint from him.

You lit it up after snuffing out your cigarette. You took a puff, succeeding in not coughing on the exhale. You passed it to Belch and he took a drag.

Fifteen minutes later, you were cuddled into Belch’s chest, his fingers dragging over and over again up and down one of your arms. You sighed, watching the smokers and stoners mill about and talk. You felt so good.

The end of the swing moved and you looked over your shoulder to see who was disturbing you.

It was Sophia, her hair a mess and her dress a little off kilter.

“Hi,” she said.

“Mm,” you said. “Hey there, you.”

She laughed. “Are you drunk?”

“High,” you said.

“Hi. Are you drunk?”

“No,” you laughed. “I meant I’m high.”

“Oh,” she said.

You sat up to look at her better, and Belch pulled you into his chest, grumbling. You laughed, pushing back into his embrace. Patrick and Henry were standing at the end of the swing, both smiling tiredly. Patrick’s hair was a mess. Henry wasn’t wearing a shirt.

“Those boys,” said Sophia. “You weren’t kidding.”

You laughed.

“I told you,” you said. “Nothing but trouble.”

You reached for your drink.

“I didn’t think I’d end up losing my virginity to two guys at a party, though, I gotta say,” she said.

You almost spat out your drink.

“Jesus, Sophia!” you cried. “You seriously — with them?”

“Who else?” she laughed.

You glared at Patrick and Henry.

“You treated her right?” you asked. “If not, I’ll beat your asses as soon as I’m sober.”

Henry scoffed.

“We made her come, if that’s what you mean,” he said.

“Three times,” said Sophia.

“That’s… that’s not what I meant,” you said. “There’s other things just as important as coming.”

“Hush,” she said. “I had a good time.”

You looked her over and spotted twin hickeys on each side of her neck.

“Yeah, you did,” said Patrick, coming up behind her and winding his long arms around her, hands grazing her chest. “We treated you just fine, didn’t we, baby?”

“Baby?” you asked before Sophia had a chance to respond. “Is this a thing now?”

Sophia looked up at Patrick, smiling gently. He looked down at her, hungry.

“Yeah,” said Henry. “It’s a thing.”

“Well,” you said. “Okay.”

Just then, Vic and Tim came out the back door. They stopped short at the sight of Patrick and Henry. The guys followed your gaze, turning around to see them.

You swallowed, hard, ready for the worst.

“Hey, asshole,” said Henry.

“Hey, Henry,” said Vic. The way he said it made it sound so much worse than asshole.

“Hi,” said Tim. You could tell he was trying to be brave.

“Oh, hi,” said Sophia to Tim. “I know you.”

Taken aback, Vic looked between her and Tim.

“Yeah?” he asked, a little amused.

“History. With me and Patrick.”

“Yeah,” said Tim. He looked like there was anything he’d rather be remembering other than having to be in the same room as Patrick for forty-five minutes every day.

“Well, isn’t that sweet?” said Henry.

Vic grimaced.

“Henry, please,” he said.

“Please, what?” Henry snapped.

“I — I want to put this stupid shit behind us,” said Vic, obviously flaying himself alive to even say that.

You watched, amazed.

“Why? You miss us?” drawled Patrick.

“Against what I actually want, yeah,” said Vic, looking tired. “I miss you guys. You’re my friends, and I miss you. Happy?”

“Not really, but whatever,” said Henry. “You’re back in, but don’t pull that shit again.”

You watched as Vic held back a sigh. You held a hand out to him, the one holding the joint.

“Vic, c’mere,” you said. “Get high with us.”

He smiled and came over to you, taking the joint from you and holding a hand out to Josh. Josh handed him a lighter, and he lit the joint, taking a deep drag.

Everything was okay.

When the party was over, and everyone was gone, you went upstairs with Belch to clumsily strip the sheets from your bed and put them in the laundry. Your brain, still very much high, suggested that you just throw them away, since Patrick, Henry, and Sophia had fucked on them.

You laughed, and Belch asked what was up.

“I just —” you gasped. “I just — I want to just throw them away.”

He laughed, big and loud. Absolutely roaring with laughter, bent over, clutching his side.

“No, baby,” he said. “I don’t think you should. C’mon, we’ll put them in the wash.”

You went down to the laundry room and stuffed the sheets into the washer, pouring detergent in after. Sophia, Patrick, and Henry were quietly talking, Sophia sitting on the kitchen counter. Henry stood between her spread knees, a hand inching up the bottom of her dress. She beamed with the attention.

“You guys heading out, or are you staying here?” you asked.

“We’re going to Patrick’s,” said Sophia.

“Okay,” you said, going out to the back porch.

Tim and Josh were kissing, Vic lazily watching them.

“Vic,” you said. He looked at you. “You guys staying here, or what?”

“We’re going back to Josh’s place.”

“Cool.”

In ten minutes, it was just you and Belch, alone in your house.

You pulled him upstairs and set to making your bed again. You pulled out your special sheets, the ones you rarely if ever used, they were so nice. Black and silky — after you and Julian had finally ended things, you’d slept on them for a month to soothe yourself.

“Wow, baby,” said Belch, running a hand over them. “Fuck.”

“Yeah,” you said.

“No, I mean, fuck,” he said. “Wanna see you naked on these so bad.”

You grinned, biting your lip. Then, you slowly took your clothes off, ending up completely bare. You crawled onto your bed and sat, legs in front of you, looking at him. Watching him watching you. He looked hungry.

He pulled his shirt off over his head and crawled onto the bed, spreading your legs, holding them open.

He licked a short stripe over your hole, and you groaned, putting a hand in his hair, holding him there as he slowly ate you out, hands on your hips.

“Taste so good, baby,” he mumbled against your skin.

“Yeah?” you asked, already breathless, your empty hand clutching at the silky sheets under you.

“My favorite taste in the entire world,” he said.

Then, he pushed his tongue into you. You moaned, throwing your head back and fucking yourself onto it.

“Fuck, Reggie,” you gasped. “Fuck, yeah. Yeah, keep doing that.”

“Gonna make you feel so good, baby,” he said. “So fucking good.”

“Fuck.”

He finished eating you out, putting a hand on you and stroking you hard and fast. You came with a strangled shout.

He came up and kissed you, licking at your lips. You moaned into it.

“Fuck, babe,” you said. “Fuck me so good.”

He smiled.

“Oh, we’re not done,” he said.

“I know,” you said, smiling.

He got off the bed and took his pants and boxers off after kicking off his shoes. Then he got back on the bed, kneeling in front of you.

“Want you to blow me, baby,” he said.

“Mm, sounds good.”

You got on your hands and knees, taking his cock into your mouth, bobbing your head, trying to take as much of it as you could. But it was so thick and long that you had serious trouble. Still, you tried, pushing your gag reflex to the side to get further down.

He groaned, both hands in your hair. His hips bucked, and he pulled out of your mouth.

You gasped for air, tears in your eyes, and he put a hand under your chin, making you look him in the eye.

“Wanna fuck your mouth, baby,” he said. “That okay?”

“Oh, god,” you groaned. “Please. Please, fuck my mouth.”

He smiled at you, putting the head of his cock to your lips. You opened wide, and he pushed inside, slow and shallow thrusts. You pushed forward, taking him deeper. He grabbed your hair and bucked his hips, fully fucking your mouth now. You choked, and he kept going.

You were at that for another couple of minutes before he pulled out, chuckling. He wiped the tears from your cheeks, and his fingers came away black.

“Your makeup’s all fucked, baby,” he said.

“That makes two of us,” you joked.

“Mm.”

He pushed you on your back, quickly pushing a finger, then another, into you. You moaned, one hand shooting up to grab onto your hair, pulling hard. He batted your hand away and pulled your hair for you.

“Fuck, Reggie,” you said. “Fuck me, please? I want you inside me.”

“Okay, baby. Okay.”

He got up and got a condom out of the pocket of his jeans, opening it and rolling it onto his dick before getting back on the bed.

He lined up with your hole and slowly pushed in, letting you adjust for a moment after he was entirely inside you.

You breathed hard, pulling him in for a bruising kiss. You licked at his lips, his tongue.

“Fuck,” you breathed.

“Mm hm. Hold on, baby. Gonna fuck you hard.”

“Oh, god. Please.”

He held your hips as he roughly fucked into you. You let out a short scream, one hand going up to slap over your mouth. He pulled it away.

“Nuh uh, baby,” he said. “Wanna hear it. Wanna hear everything.”

“Reggie,” you whined. “Fuck, babe.”

He kept fucking you, little whines and moans pulled out of you. Then, he pulled almost all the way out and fucking slammed into you.

You fully screamed.

“Fuck!” you yelled. “Oh, my god, fuck!”

“That’s it, baby. Scream for me.”

He did it again, and again. Slamming into you again and again, to the sound of you screaming. Then, his hips stilled against your ass as he came with a gasp.

“Fuck, baby,” he said. “Feel so good around me.”

“Yeah?” you asked, gasping.

“Yeah,” he said, putting a hand on you and stroking.

You grabbed his other hand and took two fingers into your mouth, sucking on them, licking at them.

You came with a muffled wail around his fingers.

He finally pulled out of you, taking the condom off and tying it before flopping down on the bed beside you.

You were still breathing hard as he pulled you in, spooning up behind you.

“Fuck, babe,” you said.

“I know,” he said.

“Fuck.”

You drifted off in his arms.

[haroldstans-blog]

a tag my dudes

oi i was @shawnsmercy and @for-my-mind so thank you guys!

rules - answer these 85 questions and tag 20 people.

- what was your last...

1) drink - water

2) phone call - my friend annette

3) text message - asking a friend about the ap human geo homework hehe

4) song you listened to - sHe by zayn

5) time you cried - last night lmao

- have you ever...

6) dated someone twice? - plenty of times

7) kissed someone and regretted it? actually yeah it was pretty bad, we went for different kisses (yikes)

8) been cheated on? - nope

9) lost someone special? - yeah

10) been depressed? only mildly, now all i harbour is frustration and stress oops

11) gotten drunk and thrown up? - i mean i had like a shot and a half of straight vodka and that was my first and only time drinking alcohol and i was slightly buzzed and got a massive headache and my stomach was not handling it well and i did almost throw up but i didn’t! yeah, never again. dark times, dark times.

- fave colours

12) pale yellow/blue

13) iridescent

14) black, grey n white (you can never go wrong with ‘em!)

- in the last year have you...

15) made new friends? - actually yeah i have

16) fallen out of love? - yes ma’am

17) laughed until you cried? - it’s a daily thing

18) found out someone was talking about you? - yeah but it actually wasn’t in a bad way this time which makes me feel real good :)

19) met someone who changed you? - yeah

20) found out who your friends are?-  i mean i’ve been known who my friends are and the new friends i've made haven’t surprised me with anything crazy about them so i guess not

21) kissed someone on your facebook friends list? - oof people still use facebook?

22) how many of your facebook friends do you know irl? - i. don’t. use. that. shit.

23) do you have any pets? - YES AND HE’S A DOG AND I LOVE HIM WITH ALL MY HEART HES SO CURLY AND SOFT AND LOVELY

24) do you want to change your name? - eh, nah

25) what did you do for your last birthday? - we hung out at the pool n ate n shit

26) what time did you wake up today? 7am. thanks school, you fucker

27) what were you doing at midnight last night? - homework oops

28) what is something you can’t wait for? - for these stupid stitches to dissolve, for school to be over, for my summer australia trip, and for the niall horan concert in september

29) what is your favourite animal? - doggos (its basic and i really don’t care)

30) what are you listening to rn? - there for you by troye sivan (my boiiii)

31) have you ever talked to a person named tom? - uh, i think so

32) something that’s getting on your nerves - how much i procrastinate and these fucking stitches

33) most visited website - probably youtube

34) hair colour - dark brown, yes, DARK brown

35) long or short hair? - eh it's kinda short-medium 

36) do you have a crush on someone? - a big fat one

37) what do you like about yourself? - that i can make people laugh or smile or feel good about themselves and i also like my curly hair and ability to do eyebrows (ayeee)

38) want any piercings? - no more for now

39) blood type - oof i’ve never been told what mine is

40) nicknames - mimi, mandy, panda (my mom and brother call me panda just to piss me off lol)

41) relationship status - single but crushing real hard

42) sign - gemini, bitch

43) pronouns - she/her i guess but whatever you want is fine with me tbh

44) fave tv show - probably the vampire diaries or drake and josh or zoey 101

45) tattoos - not of legal age yet but i have 11 tattoo ideas saved on my phone so far so best believe my fast ass will be seated in that parlour chair when i’m 18

46) right or left handed - i’m actually ambidexterous

47) ever had a surgery? - literally had one earlier today

48) piercings - i’ve got the standard ear lobe piercings and a helix in my right ear

49) sport - swimming yUh fuck land sports

50) vacation - aUsTrAlIa (ah that looks so weird)

51) trainers - converse or adidas

- more general

52) eating - my stomach actually just started growling probably because i ate fucking ice cream for dinner and a quick jell-o snack bc of this fucking mouth surgery

53) drinking - i lOve lemonade im a lemonade hoe but i only fuck with that good juicy lemonade not that watered down shit oh and i also really love iced coffee but water’s good too

54) i’m about to watch - my grades plummet and my school year be ruined bc im doing this instead of homework and its 2am and now im freaking out bc i didnt even realise it was 2am friCk

55) waiting for - this shit to heal so i can use my upper lip properly and eat

56) want - harry styles tickets i mean he’s literally coming to a venue about 20 minutes from my house ON MY BIRTHDAY but there are literally no good seats left at a price i can afford and for school to end *deep SIGH*

57) get married - ???

58) career - i’m currently looking into the tech industry and being a software engineer or web developer or lowkey an actress or an internet personality but lord knows what my indecisive gemini ass is gonna wanna be next year

59) hugs or kisses - hugs are more comfortable

60) lips or eyes - the eyes are where it’s at

61) taller or shorter - i’m not sure what this is asking but i’m average height ?? idk but i’m 5′4 and i prefer taller but if your short i still really really love you plus my crush is really short and she’s the cutest thing ever

62) older or younger - i’m just now realising the previous question was about preference which i did answer but i also added some unneccesary detail and now im too lazy to change it but not lazy to type an also unnecessary paragraph anyway i prefer my guys older and my girls can be either i really don’t mind

63) nice arms or stomach - i really don’t care you can have both, one, or neither but none of that really matters if your personality’s shit

64) hookups or relationships - relationships

65) troublemaker or hesitant - i’m kinda both sometimes i’m hesitant and overthink a situation and end up getting myself into trouble anyway it’s stupid and doesn’t make sense but it happens

66) kissed a stranger - heck no

67) drank hard liquor - ye buddy and it wasn’t good

68) turned someone down - yup

69) sex on first date - haha i see what you did there, number 69. but no i’m still a virgin wassup

70) broken someone’s heart - god i hope not but i think i have

71) had your heart broken - that’s its current condition

72) been arrested - nope

73) cried when someone died - i’d be concerned if i didn’t

74) fallen for a friend - it’s the current news

- do you believe in

75) yourself - i don’t know, do i?

76) miracles - i really don’t know, maybe?

77) love at first sight - eh yeah

78) sanata claus - is this some kind of joke

79) angels - harry styles wants me to believe otherwise and i mean when i look at her i definitely see what you mean mr. styles

80) eye colour - brown but i got green contacts to spice it up a bit (they’re prescription though bc i’m blind as fuck)

81) best friends’ name - bianca, kaylyn, allison, and ashadé

82) favourite movie - the outsiders, grease, dunkirk (i mean), everything, everything, and love simon (oh and the 1d this is us movie even though i never saw it but 1d’s in it so it’s automatically good also remember harry in dunkirk?)

83) favourite actor - HARRY STYLES (im biased oops), amandla stenberg, nick robinson, ralph macchio, tom holland, zendaya, ian somerhalder, and katherine langford (i literally just spewed a bunch of names from movies i love oh well)

84) favourite cartoon - tom and jerry bc im real like that, the amazing world of gumball, steven universe, and we bare bears

85) favourite teacher’s name - uh, what

i don’t know 20 people so ima just tag some people off the top of my head, sorry if you were already tagged: @illumilitt @shawnmcuddles @shawnssweatshirt @pattinsonshawn and anyone else who wants to do it :)

[shimmy-sham-with-the-fam]

tagged by: @softkillua, @canzie-gumm and @www98vikitoo (if there were others, I apologize!)

rules: answer these 92 statements and tag people

THE LAST:

1. Drink: Water

2. Phone call: my boyfriend! (He wanted to call last night and it was actually really nice)

3. Text: @shamelessly-anonymous and our friend Josh (I count other messaging apps besides just text messaging)

4. Song you listened to: Walk On Water by 30 Seconds to Mars

5. Time you cried: just this past Sunday because... Uhm... Reasons.

HAVE YOU:

6. Dated someone twice: nope

7. Kissed someone and regretted it: eeyup (my ex was the equivalent of kissing a suction cup.)

8. Been cheated on: not as far as I know??

9. Lost someone special: Yes

10. Been depressed: YES

11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: nope!

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS:

12-14: Red, Blue, and Purple!

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

15. Made new friends: Yes!! Lots of online friends!! :D

16. Fallen out of love: nope, but I've fallen in love with two people all over agai..

17. Laughed until you cried: too many times to count

18. Found out someone was talking about you: uuh I think? Probably. Obviously it wasn't much of a problem since I can't remember.

19. Met somebody who changed you: YES, ABSOLUTELY

20. Found out who your friends are: I mean?? I guess. This is a stupid question, to be honest XD

21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: well.. I mean I'm not really using fb, but my bf and partner are both my friends on there, so, yeah

GENERAL:

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: I don't know and I kinda couldn't care less tbh

23. Do you have any pets: yes, although they're not technically mine (But I will have my own after this weekend and I am SO EXCITED)

24. Do you want to change your name: my real name yeah... I like Shim/Shimmy much, much more

25: What did you do for your last birthday: had a small birthday party at my house! I got drunk and accidentally drenched my partner in water... Good times!

26. What time did you wake up: like, 7:30 ish??

27. What were you doing at midnight last night: I was fucking passed out by 10:30

28. Name something you cant wait for: short term: getting my axies! Long term: ... School. Just school in general

29. When was the last time you saw your mom: Sunday at church

30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: going to a different college.

31: What are you listening to right now: nothing

32. Have you ever talked to a person named tom: yep, my ex roommate's bf's name is Tom

33. some thing that is getting on your nerves: .... I'd rather not say

34:most visited website: definitely Tumblr

35. mole/s: one

36: mark/s: I have stretch marks on my sides. Uhm, do freckles count?? Cause I have lotsa those

37: Childhood dream: I used to wanna be an art teacher or a veterinarian

38: Hair color: uuuhh... Like a reddish-brown maybe?? Like auburn?? I dunno I can't tell any more

39: long or short hair: SHORT.

40: Do u have a crush on anyone: two people actually (it's D and CJ, but shhh, don't tell either of them. They think I'm a weirdo)

41: What do you like about yourself?: I definitely like that I've improved on my drawing skills!

42. Piercings: yes! Ears and navel! (I'm hoping to get many more in the future)

43. Blood type: O!

44. Nickname: Shim/Shimmy! (But I would rather it be my real name

45. Relationship status: happily taken by the two most amazing dorks this world has to offer

46. Zodiac: Sagittarius

47. Pronouns: They/Them

48: Favorite tv shows: HUNTER X HUNTER BOIIIII

50. Right or left hand: Lefty!

51. Surgery: nope

52. Hair dyed in a different color: yep

53: Sport: sports are kinda bleh with me. I was in colorguard, although some people don't consider that a sport.

55. Vacation: almost anywhere! I love traveling!

56: Pair of trainers: ... This is trio pokemon trainer group erasure (what the fresh fuck??)

MORE GENERAL:

57. Eating: saratoga chips (they're gross but it's something, I guess)

58. Drinking: water

59. I’m about to: Go check on my table at work I guess???

61: Waiting for: this shift to end so I can try to figure out school shit

62: Want: to go back to fucking school, I'm dying of boredom

63. Get married: yeah that sounds nice

64. Career: maybe an art therapist?? Or something that's helping people

WHICH IS BETTER:

65. Hugs or kisses: fucking both you can't make me choose

66. Lips or eyes: once again, both, and I refuse to choose

67. Shorter or taller: taller I guess but they don't gotta be like super tall??

68. Older or younger: doesn't matter just as long as it's not... A gross age difference

70. nice arms or nice stomach: uhm?? Both??? Duh??

71: sensitive or loud: either are okay depending on the situation

72. Hook up or relationship: definitely relationship

73. troublemaker or hesitant: hesitant, definitely

HAVE YOU EVER:

74: Kissed a stranger: nope!

75. Lost glasses/ contact lens: yes... Too many times to count...

76. Turned someone down: yeah, sometimes I felt bad and other times I couldn't have been more proud of myself

78. Sex on the first date: HAHHAHA no.

79. Had your heart broken: yes, but?? Never really from like, a romantic thing???

80. Broken someone’s heart: once again, some I feel bad about, others I couldn't be more proud of myself.

81. Been arrested: nope

82. Cried when someone died: yeah

83. fallen for a friend: Yep, twice, and now I'm dating them both (how did I manage to get so lucky twice over??)

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

84. yourself: haha...

85. Miracles: ish??

86. Love at first sight: no, not really

87. Santa Claus: nope! (But you bet your ass I'm gonna mess with my kids with it)

OTHER:

90. current best friend name:?? BETSY @dragmakihiveka IS MY ONE AND BRONLY

91. Eye color: uuuh I kinda changes?? Like, a blue-ish, green-ish, grey-ish somethin

92. favorite movie: hmmm... Don't really have a favorite?? But I do have lots that I love! Mainly Disney movies!

That... Was such a weird question to end on

Well! That's all! I'll tag uhh.. @dragmakihiveka @destructionofsanctum @mowedith @adorablegorilla @eisompt @deira-luv @zappychild @unnoticed-and-necessary @nekocookiecrumbs @godspeedcomplex @honeybitz @mychildgon and I guess anyone else who wants to do this!