#sorry i was watching free guy and my attention span which is already short was considerably shorter...

[lastofmars]

woops! adhd

[loostssoul]

if you kissed me - Rodrick Heffley | 1.9k

Yeah yeah i know i haven't written since a million years ago. and yeah yeah i know this is my first real fanfiction i posted on tumblr. fair warning, i'm not the best writer, i honestly just do this for fun and i'm totally up to criticism because i do want to make my writing better. if this is literally inaccurate, im sorry its been like 5 years since i've read the books. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this fluff-fest that I created in the span of a few hours.

paring: rodrick x reader genre: fluff. lots of fluff

Credits to the maker of the picture! 15 Days till the Contest | 9:42 PM, Saturday

Plick, plick, plick

My speakers were blasting so loud I almost didn’t hear the sound of pebbles hitting my window.

Plick, plick, plick

I rubbed my eyes and slammed my laptop shut, walking toward my bedroom window. Peering down, I saw a figure a few yards down from my second-story bedroom, looking back up at me. Dark brown, messy hair that stuck up around his face. A red and black flannel, black ripped jeans, and, (of course) a tee-shirt with “Loded Diper” clumsily written on it. A grin spread on his face as he saw my face come into his view, causing me to blush. Rodrick Heffley, Crossland High bad boy, and my boyfriend.

I unlocked the latch to my window and stuck my head out, taking in the cool air and letting the neighbors enjoy the music I was playing (they never did). I looked down.

“Y/N!” He whisper-yelled

“Evening, Heffley.”

“I need to tell you something!”

“What’s so important that you have to scratch my window instead of using the power of modern technology to call me?”

His mouth opened to give me a response, but nothing came out. I smirked, “Come on up.”

I opened the window wider as he climbed the trellis that lined the back of my house. I backed up to my door and locked it. Precautions, my parents liked Rodrick but they definitely wouldn’t approve of him in my room at night. I looked back and I saw him, every feature of him illuminated by the light of my room. His cheeky smile and chocolate brown eyes. He slowly closed the window and walked toward me, brushing a strand of hair out of my face. I still got butterflies whenever he touched me.

“Hey, Spiderman. What did ya climb in here to tell me?” I asked

“I got Loded Diper into a contest.”

My eyes widened, Loded Diper, my boyfriend’s rock band, wasn’t exactly known for being the best. It was mostly known for his mom’s insane dance moves during the Plainview Talent Show. But of course, i'll never say that in front of his face.

“You did?! That’s awesome Rodrick!”

“Yeah! It's a battle of the bands contest, we’re going against two other bands. I really think this is gonna be our big break!” His eyes sparkled in excitement.

His happiness was contagious, he was like a goddamn puppy. I pulled him into my arms. “I’m proud of you Rod.” I muttered and smiled into his collarbone. I felt him inhale the scent of my hair and twirl my locks around his fingers.

“Hey,” he said, breaking the hug. “I’m having practice tomorrow with the band, you wanna come?”

“Sure. I go to every practice anyway, why miss out on this one?” I shrugged.

He chuckled and looked at me. Really looked at me. That’s one of the reasons why I fell for him. It never seemed like it, but he paid attention. We’ve only been dating for 4 months, but he knew me like no one else did, and I knew that in the way he looked at me. I felt his hand cup my face, his thumb rubbing my cheek in small circles. I looked up at him, noticing how tall he was, how close he was. Was I the one who leaned in? Was he the one who leaned in? Did we just do it subconsciously? Did he want this? Was he ready? Was I ready?

The ringing of Rodrick’s phone filled the room. The daze we were trapped in was gone and we separated, our faces red. Rodrick picked up the phone, it was his mom.

“Yeah, mom? Mom...I’m in the middle of something. I’ll do laundry later, ok? Now? C’mon… Alright, fine. Bye.” He hung up. “Sorry, I gotta blast.”

“It’s fine, I’ll see you tomorrow?” I asked him as he started toward my window.

He looked back at me and planted a kiss on my forehead, the farthest we’ve ever gone with physical touch as a couple.

“Tomorrow”

~~✰✰✰~~

14 Days till the Contest | 1:22 PM, Saturday afternoon

“Should we take it from the top?”

Practice wasn’t going so well. I could feel the nervousness, the tension. Drums were slightly off beat, the guitarist’s fingers would fly to the wrong places on the fretboard, lyrics would go all over the place. The contest was two weeks away, and Loded Diper was already feeling the anxiousness. I sat on the floor of the garage, on top of a picnic blanket I found. To Rodrick’s dismay, his mom forced him to let Greg watch band practice, as a form of “brother-to-brother bonding time.” Greg sat next to me, mockingly covering his ears.

“Oh thank god, it's done.” Greg said with an immense amount of sarcasm and uncovering his ears.

Rodrick threw a crumpled-up piece of paper at his head, “Shut up.”

“Both of you, be nice.” I laughed. “I think you guys should take a break for a while, maybe shake off the nerves.”

“Good idea Y/N, 20 minute break everyone!” The lead singer said. Everyone spread out, grabbing a piece of pizza ordered earlier and laying down. Greg ran out of the garage, yelling, “I’m free!”

Rodrick stood up and began gulping down a bottle of water. He wore a black tanktop and black ripped jeans, sweat dripping down his forehead. I ran up behind him and wrapped my arms around his torso. He turned and faced me, running his hands through my hair, lost in thought.

“You ok, Rod?” I asked him.

He sighed, “nerves”

I leaned my head on his chest, “You’re gonna do great, you’ve done so many gigs in the past. Think of this as one of those!”

He smiled at me, “You know what would make me feel a lot less nervous?”

“Oh god. What?”

A really common thing Rodrick did was try to bargain a kiss on the lips from me. It's been an ongoing joke, a meaningless bit he did all the time. I’ll do my homework if you kissed me on the lips. I’ll smile in the picture if you kissed me on the lips. It still hasn’t worked.

“I might be less nervous if you kissed me on the lips.” He whispered to me.

I rolled my eyes, “If that’s what it takes then I think you’ll lose the competition.”

He let go of me and laughed, my favorite laugh. “Worth a try.” He shrugged, going off to join his bandmates and the pizza. But as I watched him smile and laugh with his friends, I lost myself. I thought about the previous night. The way we fit into each other, the closeness, the fact that was so close that I could see my reflection in his eyes.

Maybe I should just say yes.

~~✰✰✰~~

The Day of the Contest

For the past 2 weeks, Rodrick has given me the “kiss-bargain” joke 9 times. Every time, I deflected it with sarcastic remarks, and every time I regretted not agreeing.

I sat on the front steps of my porch, waiting for Rodrick to pick me up. I regretted the jean shorts and plain black tee-shirt I had on, as a cold breeze brushed my skin. I pulled my black leather jacket on, which I painted “Loded Diper” on the back in white paint. Then, I heard it. The echo of heavy metal turned to full blast, and… the faint sound of something big getting knocked over. Oh god, they’re here. The white van with “Loded Diper” written in huge words screeched to a halt in front of my house.

The window rolled down, revealing my boyfriend and his excited grin. “Get in.”

~~✰✰✰~~

30 minutes till Loded Diper preforms

It felt surreal to be backstage, and really exciting. Energy was flowing through the room, as all the other bands talked and played. The rest of the band members seemed excited, full of adrenaline. Except for Rodrick, he’s been nervous ever since soundcheck. His leg was bouncing,he twirled his drumsticks around, drumming them on random objects, and his eyes stared into nothing.

“Rodrick, you want me to do your eyeliner?”

“Huh?” He didn’t take his eyes away from the ground, his voice seemed far away.

I lifted a liquid eyeliner pen I had in my pocket, “Eyeliner. I just did mine, we can match!”

He lifted his head and noticed me. I had my eyeliner smudged, just like he always does during a gig. He grinned, “Yeah. Yeah sure.”

I’ve done his eyeliner many times in the past, and I loved doing it because I had to be as close to him as possible. So I hopped onto his lap, pressing myself close to him, trying to comfort him with my warmth.

“Close your eyes.” I ordered.

As I applied his eyeliner, I could feel his heartbeat against my chest. It was heavy, and fast. I’m pretty sure I would still hear it if I wasn’t as close to him as I was, even though the loud music blasting through the theatre.

“Done”

He opened his eyes, and butterflies flooded my stomach. We were close. Very close. Should I do it? Should I lean in?

Rodrick probably sensed my flustered-ness. He smirked, “Cat got your tongue?”

I rolled my eyes, blushing hard. “Shut up.” I said, playfully punching him.

~~✰✰✰~~

“5 Minutes until Loded Diper performs!” A man exclaimed to us.

Rodrick was as nervous as ever. We’ve been standing on the left wing of the stage, watching the other bands play. It felt like a bunch of Loded Diper copy-pastes. A bunch of high schoolers, weird names, very aggressive playing. But they were still pretty good. Rodrick was biting the nails of one of his hands and tapping his other hand on the wall behind him. I looked up at him and held his hand, stopping it from fidgeting. He smiled nervously.

Now or never Y/N…

“Hey, you said that if I kiss you, you won’t be as nervous. Right?”

He looked at me, wide eyed. He seemed to be trying to compute what I said.

I stood on tiptoe and put his face in my hands. It was that night all over again. Every detail of his face, of him was in full view. His eyes, his eyeliner, his scent, his lips. I leaned in.

His lips were soft against mine, but they were tense, flustered. I was terrified, It was the wrong place, the wrong time. Until I felt one hand in my hair, another on my waist, pulling me closer.

How long was the kiss? A few seconds? It felt like minutes, hours. Sparked ignited. Butterflies flew in my stomach. His scent was the only thing I smelled, his warmth was the only thing I felt. The music faded away. Everything faded away. It was just him and I. Until we broke apart, taking in deep breaths of each other. We wanted more, but Loded Diper was playing in a few seconds.

“Hey, Rodrick.”

“Yeah?”

“If you win I’ll kiss you again”

We both knew I would kiss him regardless.

I didn't edit this because editing is for wimps (just kidding be responsible and edit your work)

please like and reblog because it gives me serotonin and i need that

[piecksz]

animeverse where eren is still in his cell and hange+others have an idea of bringing ina girl to fuc to 'loosen him up' so he can give info,hange has studies n research to back this up they bring you dressed scantily to go be his whore he knows why ur there n hates u so hes mean and ignores ur advances eventually he hate fucks u w his anger being directed at u from his situation choking xtreme degrading just being rough in general MEAN SERIOUS EREN NO FLUFF OR LOVE

catalyst

eren yeager x reader

warnings: nsfw, roughness, mentions of breeding, degredation, choking, explicit language

a/n: this is my first prompt request n i was vvvv nervous so pls go easy on me ok ok i hope i did your vision justice

“As romantic as this reunion is, it’s not a date, we need answers.” Levi’s words were austere, ricocheting off the passage walls as the three of you traveled deeper below ground. “He’s still a shitty-ass teenager. Hopefully isolation has made him desperate enough for female contact.”

You said nothing, and instead your eyes looked around fretfully. The chamber was inhospitable, forged from naked rock adorned with smoldering torches. Your minimal attire was inapt in its frigid ambience, so you walked clung to yourself, arms wrapped around your bare shoulders to retain as much body heat as you possibly could.

“Are you sure this is gonna work?” Levi questioned Hange, keeping his attention forward. He maneuvered through the sharp turns of the labyrinth, which gave you the impression he’d had many experiences down in the cells with his comrades.

Hange released a tremulous sigh. “It doesn’t matter. We’re out of options.” Their nervous tone had them looking over their shoulder, reassuring you with a placid smile. The gesture was thoughtful, considering it had felt like you’d been a third party to their strategic and undivided conversation, but it did nothing to soothe your hesitancy.

Levi and Hange had tracked you down and invited you to meet with them, urgently explaining that they needed your help with debriefing Eren after his insubordination and his blitz on Marley. He’d refused to disclose any further information about his conduct to anyone in the military, not even Mikasa and Armin, his closest confidants. So Hange suggested bringing in someone unbiased, someone not in the military to ruse more details out of Eren.

You were their prime choice after hearing how you and Eren had met when the Anti-Marleyan volunteers had arrived on Paradis. You’d been one of the several civilian volunteers that had helped with affairs and military proceedings at the port. There you’d met Eren and quickly forged a friendship, although Eren’s friends could have sworn there was more between you two than you would have liked to admit.

You weren’t sure why you agreed to their proposal. Perhaps it was your readiness to help the military in their righteous endeavors, or maybe it was for a different reason. Perhaps you were driven by your own selfishness. You wanted to see Eren again, even under the strange circumstances.

Eren’s cell was at the end of the corridor. Once Hange let out an abrupt “we’re here” your lips carried an eager smile, but your expression quickly faltered once you stepped forward and caught a glimpse of him in his cell. Even with the arrival of visitors, Eren kept his head forward while he sat on his bed, one arm balanced on his knee.

“Nice of you guys to pay me another visit. I’m starting to think you just miss me.” Eren’s voice was deep. So much deeper than you remembered. How long had it been? You couldn’t do the math.

“You know you’re our favorite problem child.” Levi responded humorlessly. He stepped aside for Hange to slip the key in the lock, and with one turn the door was swung open. “Don’t look so agitated. We brought you a gift.”

You made no efforts to step out from behind Hange and Levi, but Eren could see you clearly enough. You weren’t sure what you were expecting, but maybe it was foolish of you to envision Eren slipping out of his troubled temper the moment you two saw each other again. Realistically, it never would have been that easy. Eren’s face remained hard, if anything it looked like seeing you made him even angrier.

Hange’s hand found its way onto your shoulder, supportive, but reminding you of the reason why you were there.

You shuffled forward, heels loud against the granite cobblestone. Darkness swallowed you as you crept in further, and you flinched at the sound of the heavy door being shut and secured behind you. Looking over your shoulder, your heart began racing at the sight of solid metal bars separating you from the outside.

“Let’s give them some space,” Levi suggested, stepping back from the cell.

Hange’s mouth opened to protest, but they were discouraged by Levi’s strong grip on their ear.

“We’ll be waiting outside if you need us, Y/N.” Levi announced through Hange’s squalls of pain. He gave you a comforting nod before his eyes drifted to Eren, and his expression toughened again. “Don’t try anything. Screams echo down here.” He paused and then turned on his heel to leave, tugging Hange’s ear before releasing it from his hold.

You watched nervously as the two of them disappeared behind the wall.

Hange’s voice was heard again further down the hall. “That hurt a lot, you know.”

It was the last remark you heard from the pair before you heard the door to the corridor close, and then worry flooded your system like it was on an intravenous drip. The Eren you were convinced you were meeting was replaced by someone you weren’t sure you knew, and suddenly you felt unsafe being alone with him, but you held an obligation to Levi, Hange, and the rest of the military that needed the information they expected you to gather.

You walked slowly, feigning a gentle smile to masquerade as though you were happy. It hurt to know that it was something you had to fake. You sat at the edge of Eren’s bed and took note as he made no efforts to shift away. That had to have been a positive sign.

“You look different,” you chuckled. “I like it.” The weak blaze from the burning torches casted a menacing shadow onto Eren’s stolid face. In the half light of the cell he appeared much older. You reached a hand out to brush away the loose wisps of hair that decorated his face, but your movement was stopped by Eren’s unyielding grip around your wrist.

You jumped, surprised at his roughness.

“Do you honestly think you can outsmart me?” His words were bitter.

You looked at Eren with wide, stunned eyes before blinking quickly and trying to laugh off your clear fright.

“What are you talking about?” You brought your unrestrained hand to his jawline, fingers tracing the shape of his face until your touch met the broad span of his chest, and then you felt gutsy enough to slip your fingers under the fabric of his shirt. “You’ve been down here too long. Not everyone’s your enemy, Eren.”

Your fingers wandered far enough until they met the defined curve of his collarbone and the robust muscle of his chest, but the moment was fleeting, interrupted by the jolt of Eren shoving you backwards. You fell off the bed and teetered, momentarily losing your balance.

“It’s pitiful that you’re letting them use you as a pawn.” Eren’s words were sharp, but venom in his words were bearable compared to the resentment behind his eyes.

He knew. He was smart, you should have known he would catch on. You created distance between yourself and Eren.

“What? They’re not using me as a pawn.” Your voice was unsteady. “I promise Eren, I have no idea what you’re talking about, but you can help me understand if you just—”

“Then why are you here?” Eren rose from his bed to begin closing the distance you created, and your body began to quiver with dread.

You continued inching backwards until your tailbone collided with the edge of the cell’s sink, and you latched onto it with a sweaty grip.

“I’d rather be a pawn than be driven to do terrible things out of my own free will!” You had no choice but to admit what he already knew, and in seconds Eren’s hands were strung tightly around your wrists while he trapped your body against the sink.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized quickly, blinking back tears. You searched for something past his eyes, just a modicum of vulnerability to at least let you know there was a person behind the Eren you were speaking to, but the once fiery hues of green and blue in his irises were now frosted to an unremarkable grey. If it was true that eyes were the window to the soul, Eren was truly void.

“Please let go.” You pleaded and writhed in his grip. “Eren, seriously let go. You’re hurting me.”

“I don’t expect someone like you to understand.” Eren’s face showed nothing but malevolence.

“Someone like me?”

Eren pushed you back further into the sink until you bit back a shrill cry. “Someone that’s never had to make any sacrifices.”

Tear after tear did nothing to ease Eren’s painful hold, and as obvious as it was that he was hurting you, he remained unconcerned.

“Who are you?” You shook your head. “This isn’t the Eren I know.”

“Then your first mistake was thinking that you ever knew me.”

Eren’s words were somber, but he moved swiftly, and in seconds he tore you from the sink and had you pinned up against the wall, it’s jagged surface digging uncomfortably into your cheek. His mouth hovered by your ear, and when he spoke his breath fanned over the side of your face.

“Scream and I’ll break you.”

So you said nothing as Eren’s knee slid in between your legs, parting them far enough so that he could press his thigh to your cunt. His hands retired from holding your arms behind your back, and they traveled to your ass, riding up the fabric of your dress until it was on full display.

“This is nice.” His voice was condescending as tugged on your dress's short hem. “They did a good job at making you look—,” Eren delivered a sharp spank to the exposed skin then he ran his hand over the area searing with pain, “—like a whore.”

You took your bottom lip between your teeth to stifle a wail as Eren’s palm collided with your backside. He slipped a wicked finger under the thin material of your underwear and dipped his touch down between your thighs to stroke your folds through the cloth.

“Why are you shaking?” Eren used his free hand and slid it around your neck, gently at first, but you knew he wasn’t averse to tightening his grasp. “I thought this was all part of your plan.”

It had been, but your tremors weren’t the result of fear alone. You were scared out of your wits knowing that Eren had no reservations about harming you, and the thought shouldn’t have been as enticing as it was, but the combination of not knowing how he would choose to have his way with you had you feeling hot.

Your words were muffled through sobs, and your dazed mind didn’t make things easier, so all you could do was nod, which solicited a dry scoff from Eren. He hooked his finger around the fabric of your underwear and tugged it aside forcefully before parting your folds.

You released a feeble moan, and you could feel your knees buckling. If it weren’t for his tight grip, you were certain you would have collapsed. “Eren…”

“You’re wet already,” he said scornfully. Two fingers rubbed your clit mercilessly before slipping down to tease your entrance. “Acting scared meanwhile the whole time you were fucking dripping at the thought of me touching you like this. I don’t have to tell you how pathetic that is.”

Your breathing grew more labored at the anticipation of Eren’s long fingers entering you, pumping in and out of your hole while he ridiculed you for how desperately you tightened around his fingers, but you inhaled sharply when his touch disappeared.

Instead you felt Eren wipe your arousal on the inside of your thigh, and you had no time to question his behavior. A pitiful cry of surprise left your mouth as he grabbed the back of your neck, forcibly pulling you off the wall before throwing you in the direction of his bed.

“Move,” he commanded.

You staggered, looking back at him in alarm, but observed his directive without sacrificing any more time. Once you reached his bed, Eren followed closely behind, waiting until your back met the mattress to cage you in under his intimidating frame, and it then became clear that he held no other resolve than to use you for his own satisfaction. He disregarded your discernable ache and began unbuttoning his pants, pushing them down along with his briefs in one haste motion.

Eren’s large cock was already half-thickened with beads of precum glistening at its crown. He brought his palm to his mouth and spat in it before grabbing himself in the large curve of his hand to pump his length in preparation. He ran his tip up and down your folds, taking pleasure in the way you squirmed every time it prodded your tender clit, and then without warning he drove his cock into you, kindling a fervid cry that rose from the pit of your stomach and tore through your throat.

The sound echoed off the walls of the concrete box before ebbing into silence. Eren’s eyebrows creased in irritation while he looked down at you, and you suddenly harked back to his threat. You threw a quivering hand over your mouth, and shook your head, spluttering out a fragmented apology.

“I—Eren—I—I’m sorry…”

Yet he took no heed, and he began thrusting in and out of you, rocking back just to slam his hips into yours, over and over again until an uncomfortable pain grew from deep inside you and diffused over the span of your pelvis. All you could do was swallow your wails while your palm did it’s best efforts to smother your pleas. Fat tears ran down your cheeks and soaked into the sheets; your agony was hard to hide.

“Stop crying,” Eren barked through grunts. He pressed his hand to the hollow of your neck, fingers digging into your fleeting pulse. “You said yourself you have no problem being used.”

Sweaty fingers clutched his forearm, and you struggled against his dominance, breaths growing more and more shallow in an effort to conserve the air you were quickly losing.

He grabbed your wrists and held them together, pinning them to the mattress above your head with one hand.

“Maybe I should put a baby in you, then you’ll understand why what I’m doing is our last resort.”

Eren arched an eyebrow, but when you said nothing and only looked at him with glossy eyes a disdainful laugh slipped past his lips. He continued fucking himself deep into you, watching the way your body lurched with his movement, and then you felt his cock pulsate inside you.

It served as wordless notice that Eren was close, especially since he made no efforts to warn you. His eyes shut tightly, jaw hung slack while his groans intensified, and then he was cumming inside you, his hot seed flooding your walls as he claimed you.

You wound your eyes shut too, dark mascara-tainted tears staining your cheeks while you felt Eren thrusting through his high, making sure he had jettisoned every drop of his cum into you before he pulled himself out and wiped the creamy, white liquid that glazed his cock on the inside of your thigh.

“And when you report back, why don’t you tell them—” As if it were nothing he eased his weight off of you, taking a seat on the bed beside your shuddering body while he tucked himself back into his pants. “‘I let him fuck me pregnant because I’m a whore.’”

[jaxxandcomet]

Goodnight, Pogues ∞ JJ x Reader

Summary: The carefree, confident and kind kook turned Pogue has an encounter with Rafe on the beach, leading to a few shots being fired. 

Warnings: Blood, death, swearing, guns, sexual assault, sexual references ( if there is more let me know! )

Word Count: 2k!

This was not requested but I had the idea of a series where the seemingly perfect girl gets in an accident and it changes how she sees the whole world. Loosely based on On My Block, at the end of Season 1. 

GIF by heapass

The day had been amazing. Full of blue sky, puffy white clouds, and salty spray. The ocean felt amazing underneath your board. The sun shifting through the water and rippling the sand below. 

“Surfs up bitches!” You yell jokingly as JJ hits a huge wave, riding it perfectly before falling off at the end. You and Pope, who stands in the shallows next to you, leaning on his surfboard, laugh. 

“You never swear.” Pope says and you nod at him. He was right, you never did. You were the perfect daughter to the kooks, smart, independent, kind, confident, carefree but because you hung out with the Pogues, basically lived at John B’s, and were dating JJ, the high strung people from Figure 8 never called you their own. 

“I was joking mother fucker.” You answer Pope, as he smiles, bursting into laughter. 

“I guess you’re changing then y/n.” Pope says and you shake you’re head. 

Little did you know you would have no choice over the change coming. 

A few minutes later JJ and John B paddle towards you all and you fall into you’re boyfriends arms. John B splashes you as a joke and you sink under the water, swimming under your surf board to grab his leg. 

Popping up a few seconds later, Pope and JJ are doubled over in laughter, leaning against their boards for support. 

“You screamed like a little baby, man!” JJ moves your board to hug you and you flip off John B, who’s face is almost too red. 

“Good one y/n. You and JJ are the funniest people in all of Kildare County.” Pope said and John B shook his head. 

“Sorry Johnny, its true.” You joke and flash another smile. By the time you hit more waves and walk back to shore, JJ and John B are drinking beers and the sun says its almost four. 

“Chief. Nice waves you caught, baby.” JJ gives you and smile and pats next to him on a towel. A group of tourons next to you give you a look and JJ flips them off as you sit next to him. 

“Sorry about that.” You say to the tourons. Its not like they know that you and JJ are together. Maybe they want to get in his pants, which you can understand. If you were them you’d want to steal JJ for yourself. 

“So whats for the eating boys?” You ask and Pope walks up, shrugging. He sits down to your left. 

“You.” JJ says and you playfully slap his arm. 

“Sarah Cameron.” John B says and you roll your eyes at both of them. 

“Not girls, dingus one and dingus two. Thank you for the compliment babe, but I mean like actual food.” You say back and they look unfazed. When John B started dating Sarah it was like a blow to the heart for you. John B and JJ had been there for you when you’re father left and your mother married a rich kook on the other side of the island. You’d basically fallen apart then. You felt like he’d been replacing you. But Sarah and him were made for each other, and you couldn’t break them apart if you tried, and you never would. 

“We could throw a kegger after begging Ki for free food?” Pope suggests and you shrug. 

“I’ll pay for you guys. Ki told me once that they give the leftovers to the homeless.” You say and JJ squeezes your arm. 

“Your too amazing y/n.” He was right, you were the calmest, neatest, therapist like person the Pogues ever met. You’d never be seen getting angry, or not seeing the other side of things. If you friends got into an argument, you were always the mediator and tried to help them see the other side of the misunderstanding. 

Loading up your gear, as well as helping Pope out, you pile into John B’s van and head over to The Wreck, and you see Ki outside, taking someones order. 

You let JJ and Pope get out first and then shut the door behind you to grab your boyfriends hand and rub the back of his hand comfortingly. Sitting down at one of the tables near the back of The Wreck, Ki comes over, wearing a light pink ruffle crop top and jean shorts. Her curly hair is pulled up into a half bun, the ends frizzing. Her eyes sparkle as she eyes you all down. 

“I got your orders already in boys and girl.” She says and sits down, signaling to her father at the bar that she is now on break. “I get off work in 30, what are we doing?” She asks, leaning against Pope as his face turns red. You’ve known forever that he is head over heals in love with Kiara, and you can’t really blame him. She’s gorgeous, smart, cares about the environment. You’ve tried to get the answer out of her if she likes him, but she never says anything, so you stopped pressing. You didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable. 

“Kegger,” John B says and you see him typing something on his phone. 

“Inviting Sarah Mr Kook?” JJ asks and you try to read John B’s face. He smirks and then looks up. 

“What? Uh, yes. I think.” You nod your head. Sarah is a good person, perfect for John B. She, too, was entirely beautiful, kind and the best girlfriend for John B. They fit together like puzzle pieces. 

“Have you given her some of that John D already, mate?” JJ asks and you groan, fixing your posture after you leaned over in fake anger. 

“You don’t have the answer that John B, but we all want to know.” You say. He’d told you that he nailed a few girls, which you were okay with. John B had nailed you and been your first kiss, which was hard to explain to JJ. You’d been so into him freshmen year, and then, it happened. But now, John B was entirely Sarah’s and JJ was yours. 

“I mean, yeah.” John B blushed and JJ’s hand and his met in a high five, just before he setting a hand on your thigh. The warmth spread through your body and you grinned at your boyfriend, leaning in for a kiss. 

“Thats my boy, Pogue style.” JJ says and you cringe. 

“Okay ya’ll, this is getting weird. I’ll be back with your food soon.” You watch as Ki walks away, and then turn to JJ to see his gaze following her, landing on her ass. 

“Well since the food isn’t here yet, JJ, do you want to go and get the stuff for the par-tay?” John B says, scooting his chair loudly to get up. JJ shrugs and you give him one more kiss as he walks away towards the door. Its just you and Pope now. 

“Did you see him watch Ki?” Your best friend says and you nod. 

“Don’t you feel jealous? Like I mean, if I were dating someone and the person looked at another girls butt, I would be pissed.” Pope says and you make eye contact with him, shifting your weight on the table. 

“I don’t blame him. I know I’m beautiful, but he spent a lot of his life looking for a girl to have sex with. He told me sometimes it slips his mind. Then he feels bad about it. I love him, I know I’m enough for him. We are a good couple. I feel safe, you know.” Talking through it made your emotions feel better. Even though you didn’t get mad, the feeling of saying things out loud always helped. 

A few minutes later, JJ and John B come back, and Ki brings the food. Once everyones eaten, you all pile into the car, and John B hands you the keys to his van. You smile at him. 

You normally drove John B’s car, mostly because you were the most confident and had the longest attention span. You sat in the front seat and look back. 

“Everyone buckled up?” You ask and Pope groans. 

“Yes, Mrs bus driver.” JJ says in a high pitched voice, you break out a laugh, just like you have hundreds of times today. Sometimes your friends don’t understand that even though you feel great about your driving skills, and fairly sure you won’t crash the van, you just want them to be safe. 

When you arrive at the boneyard, some kooks are already there, and you see Rafe Cameron with his stupid buddies Kelce and Topper doing a line of coke. Your face crinkles up with anger. Drugs are not a way to lessen the pain. Nor is drinking or smoking, for that matter, but especially not things like coke or dope. You shrug them off as people start arriving for the kegger, mostly just tourons looking for a good ol’ hookup on their week or two of vacation. 

The sun starts to set as your boyfriend and John B set up the fire. You’re sitting next to Pope, who’s explaining something about dead bodies farting to a tourist that keeps checking her phone. You would normally listen to him, but you zone out. 

Rafe, Topper, and Kelce are still doing lines of coke, even though they must be soaring high right now, and some blondie delivers a few cases of beer to them, adding to the pile of disguared bottles littering the sand. 

After looking back at Pope and the girl, who walked away, you touch your best friends arm and pull him gently up. 

“Want to go and look for sand dollars and watch the sunset?” You ask, and he nods his head. When you and Pope both met, you found matching sandollars, small and perfect, and got them made into bracelets. You’d been on the beach after a fight with John B, and Pope came up to you, wondering what a kook was doing on the cut. You didn’t explain the circumstance, and you don’t exactly remember how you both found the sand dollars, but now they were tied around your necks as perfect pendents, keeping you guys together. 

You grab JJ’s arm and whisper what you and Pope are doing before he tells you to be safe. You lean in for a kiss and you can feel his smiling, tasting beer and mint on his lips. 

“I love you, and I will.” You say, and he turns back to John B, who is talking to Sarah about something. 

You and Pope walk past the other groups of people, getting wasted, as usual, and then find your way to the ocean. For a few minutes its quiet, just you and Pope shifting through the sand to look for anything beautiful, until you both sit down on the edge of the foam to watch the sunset. Its red tonight, a deep and startling color. Full of hints of gold, and sandy colors, and then some darker ones mixed in. 

“You always try and watch the sunset.” Pope says as you pull out a small notebook from your shorts pocket. Inside, you describe the sunset tonight. Its colors, how it made you feel. Try and compliment it. 

“I try to. Somedays I miss it, but its nice to see something beautiful every day.” You say, and then stand up suddenly. You see something in the sand in front of you. Bending over, you find its a broken sand dollar, one side torn to a sharp, serrated edge that would cut your skin. 

“Ugh.” You say, kissing it before someone whiles behind you. 

“Nice ass, y/n.” Rafe says, and you turn around to see him stumbling towards you, empty beer bottle in his hand. 

“Thanks Rafe, but stop looking at it.” You say and he grins, tossing the bottle on the ground. Pope’s up in seconds, glancing back at the firelight where the kegger is still happening. Its the only thing, other then the moon, lighting the scene about to take place. 

“I don’t want to. You know, maybe I could have some of it.” He says and you shake your head. He’s coming closer to you and Pope steps beside you, fear, and anger, in his eyes. Your scared to, but don’t let it on. No one can know your emotions, especially not this high, and drunk kook. 

“I don’t think so. In fact, maybe go back to your friends.” You say as he comes into three feet of you. His hands reach out to grab you and Pope pushes them away, just as Rafe shoves him to the ground, kicking his side. You push the sandy haired boy and his knuckles dig into your skin. Pope is trying to get up, but Rafe must have broken a rib because his breathing is hard and flushed. 

“You must have known you’d get fucked tonight, with that outfit you’re wearing.” Rafe says, and you kick him at his groin. You were wearing a pair of Levi jean shorts, a lacy white bra, and one of JJ’s button shirts to cover up your breasts, leaving the rest unbuttoned. 

“What I wear has no affect on if I want to have sex with you Rafe,” you say, calmly, though fear is coursing through your bones. Rafe, struggles to get up, and almost falls over again, and your backing towards the waterline. 

“Whatever you want to believe y/n, but you’ve made me very angry.” Rafe says, a little to loudly, and you cringe. Any chance at this not getting physical was out of the picture now. “And you know what happens to people that make me angry.” You stop moving backwards as your heals touch the water, and glance back at JJ, who, once he heard Rafe’s voice, came turning and walking quickly towards the scene unfolding. 

While you were looking at your boyfriend, and now John B, who are both making their way towards you, Rafe, puts his hands on your waist and shoves you down. You try and punch him in the face, and grab his ankles and you kicks you in the side. Crawling away and standing up again, five feet away, he comes running at you. 

Cold fingers slide around your neck, and you can’t breath. Rafe must be choking you out. With a last grain of effort, you spit in his face and try to back away, and then he pulls something out, and two shots are fired. 

For a second, you didn’t know it was you that got shot. People were screaming and running away from the boneyard, and something wet was seeping into your shirt. 

Then, the pain hit, and a scream came erupting from your mouth. Thousands of knives stabbed you right below your ribcage, in two different spots, and you fell to the sand, shaking. 

This was like the movies. It was the movies. How could you be feeling so much pain? You must be dead already. It only made sense. This was to much. But you couldn’t leave JJ or Pope or John B or Sarah or Ki without saying goodbye. 

Someone was right next to you, looking into your eyes. The pain was getting worse, and making your vision white. All at once, your hearing came back, and Pope was next to your left side, with JJ on the other. Both were holding your hands, which were laying in red sand. 

You look down, but the pain stops you from seeing the bullet holes in your chest. 

“Call 911!” Ki shouts and Sarah picks up the phone, dialing the number. 

Your breaths come out in shocked waves, pulling and turning. Its getting harder to get oxygen as well. Somethings clogging up your throat. 

As you wheeze for air, and try to stay afloat, you desperately want to watch whats happening, but your so tired. What time is it? It must be past your bed time by now. You have to tell JJ and Pope goodnight, just like you always do. 

“I-I lo-love you gu-guys.” You muster out quietly, and JJ shakes his head. With each word and breath your getting more ready to fall asleep. “Goodnight, Pogues.” You say, and JJ clutches your face. You’ve never seen him cry like this before. Big tears sliding down his face. 

“Don’t fall asleep. Please don’t fucking fall asleep!” He screams and you hear something wailing in the distance. 

“But I-its getting hard-harder to breath JJ. I don-don’t want to fight any lo-longer. Please let m-me sleep.” Your voice is horse and choked. Your breathing is the same, only coming in short bursts.

“Don’t give up, please.” Pope says and you shake your head. 

“Listen to Pope, don’t fall asleep. We love you. Keep fighting!” JJ orders, but you zone out. Is that blood in your mouth? Something tastes metallically. 

“Don’t let her fall asleep JJ. She might not wake up.” John B says, and you watch as he stares at you, Sarah hugging him tight. She must have already called the ambulance. 

“Look at me, okay,” JJ says. You try to, but yours eyes are closing. Pain stiffles a cry as Pope is leaning over your midsection, pressing something to seep up the blood pooling from out of you. “Your going to be okay,” JJ says. 

“Goodnight John B, goodnight Sarah and Ki, goo-goodnight Pope. Goodnigh-good-goodnight JJ. I love you guys.” You speak slowly, and JJ shakes his head. 

“Don’t fall asleep, please.” 

“We love you Y/N. Please don’t leave us.” Ki sobs and Pope looks into your eyes. 

The wailing is getting louder. Closer. And then the long awaited sleep breaks through. 

Tell me if you want it to be continued! 

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The Devil All the Time ( 2020 )

OBVIOUSLY SPOILERS FREE REVIEW

"There's a lot of no-good sons of bitches out there"

Okay alright first of all 

This is not your generic go-to netflix crime thriller if you are watching it with that intention everything is wrong with you 

This Film is dark , not just dark but dark as hell which is filled with gore elements which also includes a multi layered story telling and the film is filled with a group of astonishing cast members and every one of them has a potential to carry the whole film on their shoulders with no hard work but just with grace and ease so these reasons altogether might have over hyped few people's expectations and i think that is the main reason why i am seeing some mixed reviews here and there online or maybe just because you started watching this film with a very wrong intent or wrong mind set like i said before and i am stressing this so much because of in my opinion this film is just perfect maybe there are flaws obviously every film will have flaws but i just couldn't see them ? Maybe because i am a big fan of tom holland i might be little biased but to me this film is top notch and this is a perfect film film 

Now speaking about the cast & film overall 

This is a very slow paced slow burning piece of art 

It takes you to the places you can never think of mentally and it makes you feel completely lost in emotions by the end of the film making you numb 

Antonio Campos is a fucking genius i love his way of story telling 

He's honest , he knows what he is doing , he loves taking risks and he never fears when ever he goes out of the conventional film making style and i very much love how he connected every character in the film like i mean every character in the film is interconnected and if you remove any one character you will feel the void , disturbance and unbalance in the film. 

Film lovers might argue with me or hate me for saying this but i feel this film is so much better than christine 👀🤝🏻 atleast to me ? And this is coming from a person who also loved it a lot 

Now the cast 

I cant speak about everyone in the film because this has such a long list of talented actors 😭 who rocked in the film i am only going to speak abt some of my favourite performances as of now i promise to speak about every other cast member and their performance in the later days coz i am very sure this is a film i am going to talk a lot from now and this is also a film that i am going to watch and enjoy in the future days 

First TOM FUCKING HOLLAND 

I have been seeing this dude's films even before the civil war where he played the spidey role and i always felt he was a very raw and potential actor since his childhood but after seeing him in civil war and spider man hoco its just impossible for me to not like him as an actor ? HE IS SO GOOD ON SCREEN and he makes you believe everything when ever he's on screen maybe its swinging from wall to wall or putting a donut or whatever into a guys mouth while kicking his ass and making it look bad ass af🔥 few might feel this are such a silly examples to say but to me this is about how tom brings a realistic approach to a scene and makes it good and i have always been a big fan of tom holland since spiderman hoco and this is nothing related to tdat but y'all might already know timothee was the second closest option of mcu to cast as spidey and tom grabbed that role ever since tom is just busy with mcu films and where as timothee had a incredible and unbelievable growth as an ACTOR for real to me that is stunning because he did it in such short of span and to me as fan of tom holland part of me was always loving him as spidey but a big heart of me felt a void and sad because tom is missing a lot of great opportunities which has a chance to showcase his real acting abilities which made me think what if timothee got the spidey role instead of tom? Maybe we would have seen a serious tom holland as an actor and this thought killed me everytime but everything happens for a reason and tom holland is undoubtedly the best spidey we have ever got and anyways when films like tdat happen many people realise and understand how great and how fucking incredible tom holland is as an actor and i love when everyone appreciate him for this !! It makes my heart very happy and this is the exact reason why this film is so personal and special to me 

Sorry for completely deviating from the film but this is tumblr and i am not a serious film critic lol so forgive me. 

And speaking about his performance in the film he is just surreal and outstanding . The character that he played is a very complicated one not many relate to that character but every one can understand his emotions, actions and intentions in the film and all the credit goes to tom for bringing a life to that character and playing it in such a beautiful way listen to me very carefully when i am saying this not many actors from this generation can bring bundle of emotions at the same time in a same scene but tom holland does that with such an ease and i stg i am not exaggerating if you watch the film you will know what i mean !! And i am very proud to say i am his big fan 

Now Robbert pattinson 

What the fuck should i talk about this asshole 😂🖕? 

My dude's been killing it since remember me and as an actor like i said in the Tenet Review he has matured a lot as an actor since good time and he played a very powerful and sick role in the film i am not gonna spoil it for others just go and watch the fucking film atleast for him he did a great job and i dont understand how the women and gays are dealing with him? Seriously even as a straight guy its hard for me to concentrate on the film or scenes where ever he's present because this asshole is so fucking hot and sexy 👉👈 The directors should either deglamorise him by making him fat or bald or just hide his face with prosthetic make up or sth just like how directors hide tom hardy's face in every film he's in 🙄. Now coming back to his performance its really hard to dominate him when ever he's on screen dude just want all the attention towards him , such a selfish actor huh 

Bill Skarsgard 

He played a very important and crucial role in the film he maynot have big screen time but we can totally feel his presence through out the film i think this one sentence explains how important his character is to the film and how well he potrayed the role and he's the only guy in the film who got an incredible character growth throughout his journey in the film

Harry Melling 

It would be very unfair if i dont speak about harry's performance in tdat 

DUDE KILLED IT . HE SCARED ME WITH HIS EMOTIONS AND EXPRESSIONS . He didn't even a play a negative role but he just added a lot of depth not only to his character but also the film with his intimidating portrayal 

Sebastian stan 

This is the most honest and a very raw performance from Sebastian stan so far ( i am saying this based on the films that i have seen of his ) i just wish he had more screen time thats the only thing that i didnt like in the film also there are so many blanks that needs to be filled about his character 

Eliza Scanlen

I dont remember her from any film or tv series that i have seen before but she's outstanding in the film , the character doesnt have much something new to offer so i can't speak a lot for her but as far as the character concerned she did her best and her performance is a impressive one and many people are gonna love her . 

Riley Keough 

Unlike the previous films & tv series she's been in 

This film gave her a very challenging role and she's the only women in the film who's been through ups and downs and has a very complicated but a impressive character growth with minimal limitations and dimensions 

She was fabulous and incredible . It just stuns me how the character has begin and how it ended at the end 

And special mention to jason clarke and the old couple who played grandparents ( kind of ) to Arvin Russel and lenora . Not all heroes wear the cape. 

Finally despite the mention of god several times in the film this is not really about god at all its about the DEVIL , The DEMON that carries and plays a very pivotal role in the film you cannot see it but you can sense it and feel it 

Its about the blind faith, its about the irreversible & inescapable fate . I really love how Antonio Campos has connected all the dots by the end of the film with a very impressive film making and with a steady gothic theme running till the end internally and i haven't completely finished the book ( The devil all the time ) but if anyone really wants to completely bring the book life they cannot do it in a single film it will take you atleast 4 or 5 tv series to do so but Antonio Campos did it with a single film and added a very deep meaning to the core of the film w/o deviating from the roots of the book & even touched the aspects like duality of a man and some of you grateful fucks are complaining about him 

OBVIOUSLY films ard subjective but you all need to be more open about this film 

In simple words please fucking watch this film guys 🤗❤ 

This one is not for everyone but everyone will have atleast a small aspect in the film that y'all are going to like / love / hate / discuss about. 

The devil all the time is violent , brutal , honest and perfect in every possible way atleast to me and i really want you all to watch it if you're into such type of stuff 

Remember No country for old men ? Now make it 10 times more violent but add some meaning to it with a realistic approach but more slow burning drama and a little bit of darkness ... now that is what The Devil all the time is .

Gif credits : Milesgmorales

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Remember That One Time...

Evan Buckley X Reader, Station 118 X Reader

Summary: The crew try to convince you that you and Chimney are basically the same person, and the last thing you expect is your boyfriend to weigh in on the subject.

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: None! Well... There is an accident involving a Buzz Lightyear toy and a really bad joke...

Author’s Note: This is literally so self-indulgent it’s not even funny. After watching the entirety of 9-1-1 in the span of a few days I realized how alike me and Chimney are, so I wrote this little bit. I hope you enjoy! Also! The parts in italics happened in the past and are stories each character is telling. Also also! The reader used to work in Houston at Station 126, the station from 9-1-1 Lone Star!

Masterlist

“We are literally nothing alike!” 

You and Chimney yelp in unison, sitting beside each other on the couch and surrounded by your friends. 

Bobby, Hen, and Eddie are seated in various areas, laughing and shaking their heads at the fact that you and Chimney can deny how alike you are while simultaneously speaking the exact same words at the exact same time. 

“So no one’s gonna bring up that incident with the peanut butter?” Bobby starts, sitting further back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest and raising his eyebrows. 

You groan and lean back on the couch so that your head hangs over the back of it, causing you to bump Eddie, who’s perched there. He’s laughing at you but confused with Cap’s story. 

Chimney and Hen hide giggles under their hands. 

“I wasn’t here for that one,” Eddie states, matter-of-factly, egging Bobby to continue. 

“I swear I just bought peanut butter yesterday,” Bobby trails off as he stands in the kitchen of the 118. 

Hen sits at the bar, eyebrows furrowed as she watches Bobby leave no stone, or pan in this case, unturned as he looks for the ingredient in question. 

“Are you telling me someone ate all the peanut butter that you bought specifically for you to use in making us your amazing, delectable peanut butter cookies?” She asks, watching as Bobby stops and puts his hands on his waist in defeat. 

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.” 

Hen groans at his response and he laughs, turning his attention to something over her shoulder. Noticing his shift in focus, Hen turns on her stool, following his line of sight. 

Chimney has made his way upstairs and he’s found his usual spot at the table. He’s absentmindedly looking at his phone, which sits in one hand, while he holds a piece of celery in the other. 

Hen has to bite her tongue to keep from laughing, because, on the table in front of him, sits the new jar of peanut butter. 

Every few seconds, he dips his celery in the jar and pulls out a gob. 

Hen turns back to Bobby, who’s just as amused as she is. 

“Hey Chim,” Bobby calls, and Chim nods in his direction. 

“What ya got there?” He asks, and Chimney puts down his phone, unsure if he’s about to become the victim of a prank. 

“My go to snack Cap, it’s just celery and peanut butter… why? You feeling okay?” Chimney asks, confusion written all over his face, half eaten stick of celery suspended mid-dip into the peanut butter jar. 

“I am, but my peanut butter cookies are a few ingredients short of a batch,” Bobby says, and Hen is sure she tastes blood from the restraint she’s using to keep her mouth shut and her laughter in. Chimney nods slowly, starting to catch on. 

“Wait a minute… you’ve been using my peanut butter to make peanut butter cookies?” Bobby and Hen both stop giggling to each other when they hear his response, the pair turning to look at the other before looking back to Chimney. 

“What?” Hen asks, amusement at this entire situation still evident in her voice. 

Chimney stands then, grabbing the jar of peanut butter and walking over to the bar. Once he reaches Bobby, he turns the peanut butter jar so that the label is in clear view, and Hen does laugh this time. 

Chimney has written his name in huge letters across the front, complete with a “property of” in front of it. 

Hen is holding her side as she watches Chimney and Bobby stare at each other. 

“Wait a minute, wait a minute. Then who’s got the peanut butter? The new jar we bought as a team yesterday?” 

Chimney and Hen both shrug their shoulders, starting to laugh when Hen notices Bobby’s attention shift over her shoulder again. She hits Chimney who shoots her as look but he stops when she gestures over her shoulder. 

You’ve found your way upstairs and into the same seat Chimney was just in. You’re looking at your phone and holding a piece of celery in your other hand, and, when the crew sees what you’re dipping your celery in, they lose it. 

Their laughter brings you out of your trance and you look over to the three of them, already smiling. 

“What is it? What did I miss?” You question, eyes already sparkling with amusement. 

“Please don’t tell me that jar of peanut butter has your name on it,” Chimney pleads through his laughter. 

You furrow your eyebrows, standing up and grabbing the jar before walking over to them. You inspect it fully before you reach the bar, shrugging your shoulders. 

“Nope! Just a plain old jar of PB!” You announce, proud of the fact. 

This sends the three into another fit of laughter, but Bobby is the first to stop, looking at you with a warm smile on his face. 

“That wouldn’t happen to be the jar we bought yesterday would it?” 

Your eyes widen slightly as you look down at the jar and back up to him. 

“This jar? What? No this is… this is…” 

The three stare at you, waiting for you to finish, but before you can you’re groaning in defeat. 

“I’m sorry Cap! Chimney’s jar was already gone and you know how I get without my afternoon snack!” You rush out, and you’re sure Hen is going to fall off of the stool. Chim’s mouth is hanging open, and Bobby is shaking his head. 

“Wait a minute! You’ve been eating my peanut butter?”

“We’ve started buying three jars each time we go grocery shopping now,” Bobby finishes, and Hen is working to catch her breath while Eddie is behind you wiping tears from his eyes. 

“I hate that story,” you grumble and Chimney laughs, patting your shoulder beside you. 

“At least I taught you how to write your name on what’s yours.” 

You smile at him then, unable to resist joining in on the laughter. After a minute, Hen sits up, and you can tell a memory has popped into her head. 

“Don’t do it Hen,” you start, and even Chim is on guard now. 

“Hen…” He warns, and she shakes her head. 

“It’s too late. Eddie has to know. He needs to be prepared.” 

Eddie’s interest is piqued, and you feel the couch shift behind you. When you glance up at him, he’s moved so that his butt sits on the back of the couch, with his feet planted beside you, elbows resting on his knees. 

“Don’t look too eager,” Chimney mumbles, and you pick up where he left off. 

“Yeah this ain’t Christmas morning.” 

This elicits a snort of amusement from Eddie, who’s too intrigued to back down and let this go. 

“Come on Hen, spill it.” 

The hint of mischief in Hen’s eyes is enough to send you cowering behind your hands, shaking your head. 

“You’ve already been exposed to their movie knowledge, but have I ever told you about the Toy Story incident?” 

Chimney shoots up straight at her words, and Bobby is already laughing, remembering exactly what Hen is talking about. 

Unfortunately, you and Chimney know exactly what she’s talking about too. 

“Hen you promised!” You whisper through gritted teeth. 

“Oh man,” Eddie starts, “now you gotta tell me!” 

“What are we looking at Cap?” You ask as you and the 118 quickly walk up the steps to the house. As you do, you notice the toys scattered across the yard. 

“Apparently a child has gotten a toy stuck in a very unfortunate spot, and we’re here to… assess the damage, see what we can do, and transport him.” 

You and Hen exchange glances, unsure of what to think about Bobby’s cryptic response. 

“I had this happen once in Houston. Kid got a toy car stuck in his nose. And I mean stuck.” You tell the story as the parents of the little boy lead you to his room. 

“Didn’t you get a call about an hour later saying that the dad had done the same thing?” Chim asks, and you laugh. 

“Yup. Wanted to understand how his kid had gotten it stuck so far in there.” 

Chimney and Hen shake their heads as they lean down to assess the situation at hand. You and Bobby stand behind them with the other paramedics who hold the board. 

“Oh man,” Chimney starts, and you slowly lean over his shoulder, seeing exactly what he sees. 

This poor little boy has somehow managed to get part of a Buzz Lightyear toy stuck up his rear end. Your eyes widen and you glance at Bobby, who shoots you a look of warning. 

But it’s too late, the joke is out of your mouth before you can stop it. 

“Looks like you’ve got a friend in you,” you state at the same time Chimney does. 

You both freeze, looking at each other before Hen calls Chimney back into action. 

The parents look questioningly towards Bobby, who look at you, a deep sigh of defeat escaping his lips. 

“I’m never taking you two on a call together again.”

As Hen finishes her story, Bobby is laughing so hard he’s having to grab his side. Eddie is howling and shaking the couch as he laughs. 

About halfway through the story you’d buried your face into Chimney’s shoulder, trying to hide the shame evident through the blush on your cheeks. 

He’s hiding behind his free hand, the other one working to further cover your face. 

You both hate that story. 

“You guys do quote movies at almost every call we have,” Eddie notes, and you swat at him blindly, connecting with his leg and cueing another round of laughter. 

“What’s going on here?” At the sound of his voice, you’re jumping up and running over to Buck. 

He laughs at your reaction and  wraps his arms around you. You pull them up to cover your face and he laughs even harder. 

“We’re telling Eddie how alike these two are,” Bobby explains, and you look up at Buck. He smiles down at you before looking back to the others. 

“And we’re trying to tell him to not believe everything he hears,” Chimney states, and you can feel Buck’s chest vibrating in silent laughter. 

“Ya know, I don’t see it.” Buck says, and Chimney gestures at him excitedly. 

“See? What did we say?” 

You smile up at him and he leans down to press a kiss to your forehead. 

“Really? Nothing they’ve done has made them seem like the same person in two different bodies before?” Hen prompts, goading Buck. 

You watch him carefully as he furrows his brow, obviously thinking hard about the situation at hand. 

“Actually,” he starts and you jump back in surprise. 

“Now that I think about it, I’ve lived with both of them and I think you’re on to something Hen.” 

You place a hand on your chest in shock and Chimney is shaking his head in disbelief. 

“Et tu Brute?” You and Chimney whisper at the same time, and the crew erupts in laughter so loud you’re sure the entirety of Los Angeles can hear them. 

“Hey, um, thanks for letting me crash at yours for awhile,” Buck starts as you welcome him into your apartment. You shrug your shoulders, smiling at him as he places his bag on your couch. 

“Don’t mention it,” you respond and he smiles sheepishly. 

He’d hoped your place would never make it on his “places-I-stayed-while-I-got-my-life-together” list, but he hadn’t really had a choice. He just hoped now that he wouldn’t say anything that revealed his feelings for you and completely messed up his friendship, not to mention his place to sleep. 

“I felt bad imposing on Maddie and Chimney all but kicked me out, I was running out of options,” Buck further explains, and you laugh, grabbing two drinks from the fridge and handing him one. 

“It’s really no problem Buck. In fact, I’m kind of surprised you didn’t come here first,” you start, and he can feel his heart speeding up. 

“What?” He stutters. “Why?” 

“Because I have a guest room. You could have been in a bed this whole time as opposed to an air mattress or Chimney’s couch.” Buck lets out a sigh of relief and laughs. 

“I honestly didn’t know you had a guest room.” 

You nod and gesture for him to follow you. He grabs his bag and follows your lead into a room at the end of the hallway. You open the door and reach in, turning on the light for him. He steps into the room in front of you, setting his bag down on the bed. 

“Wow, this is a lot nicer.” You laugh and nod, agreeing with him. 

“I have a lot of family and friends from Houston come to visit, so I found a bigger place a few weeks back.” 

Buck nods. You’d recently started at the 118 after transferring from Houston. He could tell you missed it there, but he was glad you were here. 

“Well,” you said after a beat of silence, patting the door frame as you moved away from it. 

“Make yourself comfortable. I’m just in the next room if you need me.” 

The transition from Chimney’s place to yours went over fairly smoothly. 

Buck fit right into your daily routine and it was nice to have someone at home to help out with chores or to cook every now and then. 

Buck wasn’t complaining either, he liked waking up and having breakfast together before you both went in for your shifts or coming home and opening a bottle of wine to discuss the day you’d had. 

He thinks about how kind you are, always doing small things for him. In fact, you’d even started helping out with his laundry. 

He’s reminded of that now, as he steps out of the shower and makes his way to his room to change into comfortable clothes for movie night. 

He opens his drawer and freezes, caught off guard by what he finds. 

All of his clothes have been folded into neat little squares, no, rectangles, and they fit just so in his drawer. He opens the one under it and can’t believe it, but his socks are the same way. To top it all off, you’ve color coded them. 

He shakes his head in astonishment and disbelief. He knew you’d seemed too eager to help with his laundry. 

“I’m living with the female version of Chimney.”

You’re shocked at Buck when he finishes his story from before you two were together, both of you having moved to sit on the couch, you in-between Buck and Chimney with Eddie in another seat now. What really catches you off-guard is Bobby, who is horse-laughing at the idea of the two of you folding your clothes the exact same way. 

“I gotta know,” Buck starts and in return earns a death stare from you and Chimney, but he continues anyways. 

“Who taught who?” 

You both continue to look at him. 

“I have no clue what you’re talking about,” you chime, and Chimney shakes his head. 

“You know, to fold clothes like that.” Buck continues and you and Chimney start laughing now. 

“I didn’t know she was folding her clothes like that,” Chim admits. 

“You think I learned how to fold clothes from Chimney?” You question, and you join in laughing with the crew. 

“All I’m gonna say is that we have irrefutable proof that you are both the same person who somehow managed to be put in two separate bodies,” Hen states and Chimney shrugs, finally conceding. 

“Well I wouldn’t want anyone else to share my impeccable personality with,” he says, pulling you in for a hug. You laugh and wrap your arm around his waist. 

“Same here.” 

After a few moments, when the 118 has mostly calmed down, Chimney sits up as if a lightbulb has appeared over his head. 

“You know, now that I think about it, I think an argument can be made that you and Buck are the same person.” 

You groan and fall back dramatically onto the couch, hands covering your eyes. 

“Wait a minute,” Eddie starts. 

Unfortunately he hangs around Buck enough to know both of you pretty well, even though he’s still relatively new. 

“I do remember that one time…” He trails off and Bobby laughs. 

“I think it’s your turn to tell a story,” the captain remarks and you cross your arms over your chest. 

“I really can’t believe you guys.”

[artificialqueens]

Don't Need a Flight to Get to Paradise (Crystal x Gigi) - A-tresia

Gigi methodically slices the tape open and digs inside. Her eyes widen and her face is suddenly hot and red. And even though there’s an obvious look of embarrassment seen on her face, she’s still thankful that the camera is focused on her and not on the contents of the package.

A/N: Some non-AU smut because (don’t deny it!) we want this and we absolutely deserve this. This is probably the filthiest thing I will ever attempt to put into words. Enjoy!

Gigi sets her phone on the table and presses the button to start her Live. She fixes her hair while she waits. “Hey, everyone!” she says still combing her fingers through her freshly curled hair. “It’s been a while since I’ve gone Live and I thought,” she emphasizes the last syllable with a nod, “since I have a little bit of free time that I could go do an unboxing for you guys.” She squints and reads through the comments as she waits for more people to join.

She picks up her phone and flips the camera to pan across the pile in front of her. “Okay, so, I’ve got quite a  bit to open. There’s a couple of PR boxes and some merch from my season 12 sisters,” she explains, pointing to the boxes.

Struggling to open boxes with one hand, she decides to prop her phone against the wall and sit in front of it as she goes through the rest of the boxes. She’s already opened two make up PR boxes when she sees a familiar name on one of them, deciding this is what she’s opening next.

“Look, you guys! I have a package from my girlfriend,” she says playing up the Crygi clout. No one has to know the real tea, they can guess all they want.

Gigi holds up the box to the camera to point to the Crystal Methyd sticker plastered on the top. The comments are suddenly wild. “I wonder what’s inside,” she says, shaking the box. It sounds solid but it might just be packaging. “It’s probably new merch. Thanks, Crystal!”

Gigi methodically slices the tape open and digs inside. Her eyes widen and her face is suddenly hot and red. And even though there’s an obvious look of embarrassment seen on her face, she’s still thankful that the camera is focused on her and not on the contents of the package.

Fuck.

Fuuuuuuck.

She smiles slyly at the camera and quickly grabs a new box to open, trying to cover up the internal panic she’s currently experiencing. “Sorry, you guys. It looks like it’s unreleased merch. Let’s wait for Crystal to release it before I share. Okay?”

The comments are even crazier than before. Asking what’s inside the box. And why she’s suddenly so red in the face. She knows her socials will be flooded with this.

Gigi ignores the comments and even though she only planned to be on Live to open maybe two boxes, she proceeds to open three more make up boxes and merch packages from Jan and Nicky. She’s hoping people will forget. But who is she kidding? Stans never forget.

“Thanks for keeping me company for the last, uh,” she looks over at her clock, “for the last hour and a half. I’ll catch you guys again soon!” Gigi winks and ends the Live.

Not even five minutes after she ends the Live, she gets a FaceTime call and Crystal’s fully-painted face floods her screen. “Gigi Goode, why are people tagging me in screenshots of your Live and asking me what I sent you?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know what you sent me,” Gigi glares.

Crystal raises a brow at her. “You don’t like it?”

“I mean, I haven’t gotten the chance to fully look at it yet.” She reaches into the box to pull out the contents — a bottle of lubricant, and… Gigi holds it up to the camera. “You got me a dildo.” Like it isn’t obvious what’s in her hand.

Crystal leans in closer to the camera. “Not just any dildo,” she smirks like she’s so proud of herself. “It’s a clone-a-willy.”

“A what?”

“A clone-a-willy,” Crystal repeats slowly.

Gigi’s eyes widen in realization. She takes a good look at the dildo in her hand. The length. The girth. The slight curve. The vein underneath. They all feel right. And real. But it’s cold and made of silicone and the person it’s supposed to be attached to is 1,600 miles away. She looks back at Crystal. “So you mean this is —”

“Mmhmm, balls included!” She definitely looks like she’s proud of herself, like she did the most groundbreaking thing on earth. “It’s even really close to my skin tone.”

Gigi laughs. “Were there other options?”

“Oh, I definitely thought of making it in an obnoxious glow-in-the-dark hot pink. I could make you one in pink if you want that, I still have the mold.” Crystal snorts as Gigi proceeds to inspect her new toy. “There’s a suction cup so you could use it on any flat surface,” she says this so very seriously you’d think she’s selling the product.

Gigi finds a button at the bottom. “Oh my god, Crystal. It’s a vibrator too?”

“Only the best for Gigi Goode.” They both snort. But clearly, Crystal is more amused. “Also, Geege, unreleased merch? Should we make a profit out of my dick? Am I a genius or am I a genius?”

“Hey, your dick is awesome. But I’m not sharing. I barely get any of it.” Crystal hasn’t stopped laughing since she suggested making multiple models to sell. Gigi thinks back to the last time they saw each other and realizes how long ago it’s been. With all the touring they’ve been doing, there just hasn’t been time to see each other in between. “Long-distance sucks,” she pouts.

“I know, baby,” Crystal sighs. Underneath her full clown makeup, Gigi knows she’s pouting too. “But we’re seeing each other in like two weeks so that’s something to look forward to, right?”

Gigi whines like a child. “But the last time I saw you was six weeks ago!”

“That’s why I cloned my dick for you. So you can fuck yourself with it and I can watch over FaceTime and you don’t have to miss me as much.”

“That does sound hot,” she considers. Gigi cocks her head to the side and bites her lower lip and looks up at Crystal from underneath her lashes. “Can we use it now?”

Crystal wiggles her brows at Gigi. “Do you want to?”

“I do,” she nods. She takes in Crystal’s face that’s taking up her screen and scrunches her nose. “But your mug really isn’t doing it for me.”

“Later, then?”

“For sure,” Gigi winks. “No, but seriously. I appreciate the sentiment. I just miss you.”

“I miss you too.”

“Should I send you a replica of my dick too?”

Crystal perks up at the suggestion, deciding then and there that she’ll send Gigi a kit — in maybe neon purple. “But it’s messy to make. It was like a science experiment!”

“Crystal. Elizabeth. Methyd,” she says, feigning shock. “Did you stick your dingaling in any of the science experiments you did in school?” Gigi can’t stop laughing at the mental image of Crystal sticking her erect penis into a model volcano.

“Shut up! It was hard to stay hard.”

—

Gigi couldn’t get anything else done for the rest of the day with the anticipation of what’s to come. Besides, she’s maintained a semi since they hung up and it didn’t really help with her already short attention span. She considered rubbing one out just for a little relief but decided to wait it out. It’s going to be better this way.

She’s already in bed, still semi-hard and freshly showered, with Crystal’s penis replica and a bottle of lube within arms reach when her phone buzzes in her hand.

Crystal: 2 mins. Get your laptop set up.

She doesn’t even bother to reply. She arranges her laptop, puts on her earphones (which, for a bit, she thinks of forgoing since her roommates are sure to hear her anyway), and positions herself on the bed checking to make sure that Crystal will be able to see everything.

In exactly two minutes, Crystal’s smiling face (void of makeup, thank god) fills her laptop screen. “Hey,” they both say at the same time. Gigi feels herself harden further at the look on Crystal’s face as she stares back at her.

“Geege, you shouldn’t have bothered with clothes. I didn’t!” Crystal moves back against her pillows as she pushes her laptop a little bit further from her to give Gigi the full view of her already hard penis. “Come on, I couldn’t be the only one naked here!”

“Sorry.” Gigi shakes herself out of her stupor at seeing Crystal naked, thumbing around the tip of her dick and quickly pulls her tank top over her head. She grips herself through the fabric of her underwear with a groan.

“Gigi,” Crystal breathes.

She slowly pulls her underwear down her legs, watching Crystals breath hitch. It makes her feel flushed and hot all over. “Happy?”

“Very.” She looks straight into Gigi’s eyes and wraps her hand around her cock, slowly stroking herself for Gigi to watch. “You look so good.” There isn’t a need for long introductions, they both know they’re on this call for one thing.

Gigi’s mouth feels dry. So instead of answering, she starts stroking, matching her pace with Crystal. They stroke in tandem for a while, eyes not leaving each other,  before Crystal tells Gigi to get the lube. She watches Gigi squeeze a generous amount onto her fingers. “Ready?”

“Can’t wait,” she says as she shifts to spread her legs wider so Crystal has a better view. “Can’t wait to stretch myself out so I can take your cock.” Gigi fucking hates dirty talk but she just misses Crystal so much she doesn’t even have the energy to cringe at herself; instead, she reaches down to rub her fingers over her hole with warmed up lube.

Crystal stops touching herself. Instead she focuses on Gigi’s movements. She watches Gigi slowly slip a finger in, whimpering quietly at the sensation of a single digit sliding in and out of her.

“Go on,” Crystal urges.

Gigi adds another finger and feels herself stretch and clench around her fingers. “Feels so good,” she breathes out. It’s been three days since she’s masturbated and fucked herself and six weeks since she’s had Crystal’s actual dick. She pulls one knee up for more space and moves her fingers in and out, gradually increasing her pace, going deeper each time. Her other hand wraps around her cock and strokes in time with her fingers.

A third finger slips alongside the first two and Gigi feels fuller. “Crystal,” she moans.

Crystal’s cock jumps at the sound. She’s so painfully hard she firmly wraps her hand around the base of her cock, delaying getting even more worked up until Gigi has her Crystal dildo up in her ass. “You’re doing so well, Geege,” she encourages. “Get yourself nice and stretched.”

Gigi can’t wait to get Crystal’s fake cock inside her. She shudders in anticipation. “C-can — Crys, I need —“ She sounds wrecked. Gigi is easy to work up; so easy to get all wet and open and desperate.

“Fuck, Gigi. You have no idea what you fucking look like.” She watches Gigi’s hips jerk. “Are you ready for my cock, baby?” Gigi couldn’t even form a sentence. Her jaw is slack and she just nods in agreement. “Look at yourself, so slick and open, I could just slide right in.”

“I want you to.”

“Do your fingers feel good?”

“I-I, y-yes, yeah. I like yours better, though.”

Gigi removes her hand from her throbbing cock and pulls her fingers out. She reaches out for her dildo, licks up one side of it and winks at Crystal.

“Torture,” Crystal groans.

“I would much prefer if this were actually you.”

Gigi pulls her laptop closer and rolls over on her stomach, finding a little relief by rubbing herself against her sheets. She tilts her screen down and positions her new toy and herself so Crystal has full view of her mouth.

“You’re gonna want to start touching yourself,” she says before licking the tip of the dildo slowly. Crystal’s mouth hangs open, practically drooling at the sight, and just nods as she tries her best to mimic the movement of Gigi’s mouth and hands with her own hands.

Gigi maintains eye contact with Crystal while she wraps her lips around the toy and starts giving it a very enthusiastic blow job, easing her mouth down and coating it with saliva. She strokes her hand up and down the way she knows Crystal likes as she moves her lips up and down, stopping every so often to lick the shaft and head. At the back of her head, she knows how ridiculous she might look giving a cold silicone toy a blowjob but it feels so much like Crystal she doesn’t even give it another thought.

Crystal is stroking herself with her right hand in a regular fluid motion, matching Gigi’s pace. The fingers on her left hand pinches at her nipple piercing.

“So hot,” Gigi comments.

“Feels good,” Crystal whispers as she watches Gigi take all of it into her mouth, closing her eyes as she relaxes her throat and swallows around it. It’s obscene but Crystal can’t look away. “Fuck, need to be inside you.”

Gigi draws off the dildo with a smirk, pressing a kiss to the tip of the toy. She quickly gets up from the bed, taking the laptop, the bottle of lube, and the very wet toy with her.

“Where are you going?” Crystal asks.

She sets her laptop down. “This will be easier on the floor,” she explains.

Gigi reaches for the dildo and squirts extra lube onto the already saliva-slick surface. She gets on her knees and sticks the suction of the dildo directly on the floor underneath her.

“Wanna ride you,” she says positioning herself. Crystal not able to take her eyes away from Gigi’s hard dick pointing straight at her.

“Yeah, okay.” Crystal leans forward to get a better look at Gigi rising up a little bit on her knees, grabbing the shaft,  and slowly lowering herself down on the silicone cock. “This is so hot, fuck.”

She doesn’t realize that she has her eyes closed until she feels the base of the toy pressed up against her and she slightly stumbles forward at the fullness. Gigi moans at the realization that she’s got it all in; so lewd that Crystal thinks Gigi just came right then.

“You okay, babe?”

“Fucking awesome,” Gigi breathes out. “Feels exactly like you. Not that the dildo is as good as the original, but still.“

Crystal laughs and this sets Gigi’s laughter off too. How very fitting for them to be laughing while doing this.

She waits for Gigi to calm down and adjust to the intrusion and only starts to touch herself again when Gigi starts moving.

Gigi begins to rock herself up and down on the shaft, encouraging Crystal to touch herself. She thinks she could come just like this — not touching herself, just fucking herself on the perfect replica of Crystal’s cock. She lets her own dick bounce against her body as she rides the toy in little short motions.

Gigi moans and whimpers as she watches Crystal languidly work a generously lubed hand over herself.

“I feel like I’m watching a porno,” Crystal comments as her hand starts to work faster on her own cock. Gigi tries to laugh but it quickly turns into an obscene moan. “Touch yourself, Gee,” Crystal encourages.

"Oh, fuck! Baby, I love your dick so much.” Gigi grips her own dick and pumps along with Crystal. She sets a steady pace bouncing on the dildo making her thighs burn. But that’s the least of her concerns. The burn just intensifies everything.

"Yeah?”

“Mmhmm,” she answers, biting her lower lip.

Crystal strokes her cock slowly, trying to make the sensation last, but the sight and sounds of Gigi pleasuring herself was just too much.

“G-Gigi,” Crystal stutters, struggling to find words. “I c-can’t —“

“Go on, baby. I want to see you come.” Crystal gasps out a breath and instinctively closes her eyes. “Eyes on me, babe,” Gigi croons, syncing her movement on the toy to Crystal’s hands.

She watches Crystal work herself over the edge, listening to her shaky breaths and pitchy moans. She didn’t know she could feel pleasure just by listening to Crystal moan like this, listening to her cry, and try to hold in her whines.

“Oohhh, fu-fuuuuck me,” Crystal moans. Suddenly her hand is moving so fast, Gigi doesn’t know where to focus her eyes — her face contorting with pleasure, her hand pinching her pierced nipple, her hips jerking upward, or the cum shooting over her spasming abdomen.

“Fuck, that was hot,” Crystal says as she pushes back hair that’s stuck to the sweat on her forehead, still panting. She looks back at Gigi who’s waiting for her to recover, still moving her hands over her still hard and throbbing dick with long strokes. “Your turn.”

Gigi leans back against her calves and bottoms out on the dildo. She wraps her hand firmly around her cock and thrusts up into her fist. “Fuck, it’s really — ah — i-it’s really too much. I’m really so — I can’t —” She’s no longer stroking but thrusting uncontrollably up into her hand. “S-so close,” she moans. “Gonna come. Fuck, I’m gonna —” Gigi cries out, eyes rolling back, as thick ropes of cum splatter all the way up her torso, some reaching all the way up to her chin.

Her orgasm is so intense, there’s a deep sense of calm that spreads throughout her body. She slowly lifts herself from the dildo and collapses on the floor, panting and jerking and not even bothering to clean up. She’ll deal with the sticky mess later.

She opens her eyes to see Crystal staring back at her in a daze. Gigi’s never felt the distance between them as sharply as she does now. All she wants is to hold Crystal and be held.

“Wow,” Crystal whispers. Gigi just nods, still too overwhelmed to speak.

For a moment they just stay there, a moment frozen in time, watching each other and drinking it all in.

“Crystal, I —“

“I know. I feel bad that I’m not there to do anything about it.”

“Two weeks.” Crystal nods in agreement. “I’m sticky,” Gigi points out.

“We should probably both clean up.”

“I’ll call you again in 15, yes?”

“Take your time.” Gigi nods.

They wave and blow kisses at each other before Crystal ends the call with a love you lingering in the air. Gigi sighs, equally satiated and sad. Two weeks.

[return-of-a-space-cowboy]

Fairest of them all (final)

The man that approached you had short white hair and and red pupils that stood out against the black Scelra.

"Who... Who are you?" You asked in horror as you backed away from the tall man dressed in black. He gave you no response as he charged towards you with a dagger in hand. You tried to run but the tall male out sped you with ease and tackled you to the ground.

You trashed in his grasp and screamed out in hopes that someone would hear you but he quickly covered your mouth with one hand and he brought down his dagger which he jammed into the ground.

"I can't do it" he muttered in a deep voice as you felt him brush his hand over your face, his blood clinging to your skin.

"You must run away from this kingdom. Never return, don't even look back... He will only seek to-" the males muttered warning were soon cut off by him groaning out in pain, his blood now staining your clothes as he was stabbed by the ravenette male you had met last night. Yet rather then believe that he was trying to save you, you believed that may have also desire to kill you. The gleam of his sword made you panic.

You took the strangers words as you pushed him off and ran deeper into the dark forest. No matter how many times Bruno called out your name you wouldn't respond. As you ran deeper and deeper the males voice faded into nothing more then an echo but even so you were still being watched by Diavolo through his enchanted mirror. He let out a hiss in anger as he slammed his fist into the stone wall. He thought that surely a cold and cruel man like Risotto Nero could have done the job without a second thought but it seemed that even such a man still had a heart.

"Why must I always have to be the bad guy!" He growled.

"Well the only one that should be trusted is yourself" the man in the mirror mockingly said.

"Except me... But I'm trapped in this mirror, however if you were to break this seal with a human sacrifice I'll scar her to your heart's content" the man continued with a mischievous smirk.

"I'm not a fool Illusio , I've already sold my soul to hell by just entertaining your cursed soul, releasing a powerful demon like you would surely be the highlight of my epitaph" Diavolo sneered.

"Fine have it your way, just know my offer is always open" Illusio grinned as he knew that the king would surely break at one point, even while trapped in the mirror the demon still could madden all those who looked a little to long in his mirror.

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Eventually within the dark forest you found a small little cottage. With the door unlocked you entered, hoping whoever resided wouldn't mind you entering.

Inside the house was dusty and grimy, cobwebs strung up in every corner. Yet you still saw little signs that the cottage was not abandoned, plates had been washed and left to dry. You decided that you would tidy up a little to show whoever lived here that you were not up to mischief.

The day seemed to go by in a few hours as you swept the floors dusted the shelves and wiped the windows. By the end you were so tired that you fell asleep on one of the seven small beds.

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Diavolo looked down with burning hatred at the bloodied huntsman who had been captured by his guards.

"I thought I could of trusted you to get the job done" he hissed.

"I told you, I was attacked by suprise... Can you not see my wounds?" Risotto hissed.

"You had no intention of killing her, I saw it all... You told her to run away!" Diavolo yelled causing the male to flinch.

"Risotto Nero, your days of being a huntsman are over because I'll have your decapitated head on a spike!" He roared as his guards dragged the huntsman back to his cell to wait for his impending doom.

"The same goes for Bruno Bucciallati, I'll burn his kingdom to ashes!" He said as he looked at his general.

"Get my army ready for war!" He ordered but his general gave him a nod in disapproval.

"I'm afraid that can't happen, our military sustained thousands of casualties... if we head into war now we will certainly lose" he explained.

"Fine then, begin a lottery of all the young men in my kingdom and have the chosen sent into training" Diavolo hissed before leaving the throne room to check the mirror once more to see where you were.

"Back so soon... you give that girl to much attention" Illusio greater with a small chuckle.

"Where is she?" Diavolo asked.

"She's still in the forest, sleeping inside the cottage of seven old dwarfs" he explained before the mirror showed your sleeping form in a recently cleaned room, your body covered in dirt, dust and blood.

An idea popped into the male's mind, surely after a few days of house labour your skin would become rough and cracked.

"I'll leave her be, her beauty will wither away in days cleaning" he said.

However the male was wrong and your beauty did not fade, nor did you grow tired of helping the seven dwarfs.

Diavolo looked in the mirror once more like he usually did but he screamed out in horror as he felt a tap on his shoulder, the black haired devil was right behind him in the flesh, or as his delusions made it seem.

"How did you-!"

"Just look at the table" the demon ordered. The king complied and saw a cloak as red as blood and a hair comb made entirely of gold.

"The crimson cloak has the power to change the wearer's appearance and despite how pretty the golden comb may be it's not very practical... It will rip and fray even the most silky of hair" Illusio explained before his form disappeared.

"At what cost?" Was all the king could ask.

"Nothing"

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You said your farewells to each of the seven dwarfs as you handed them a bag of baked goods you had prepared for their long day in the mines. Over the past few days the sparkle in your eyes had returned and you found a true sense of happiness in your soul. No longer did you have to live in fear and lies. The dwarfs had taught you that beauty was not what mattered in the world. You had kind soul, you did good and expected nothing in return.

Shortly after you made your way out of the dark forest and into a unfamiliar kingdom to grab a few things from the market. You were looking at the various fruit and vegetables when you heard a familiar voice call out your name. You looked behind and saw the ravenette prince approaching you. You stepped back and into a man which you apologized to before trying to run but the prince grabbed your wrist.

"I'm so glad you're alright dear (Y/n)" he said in a tone full of relief.

"Let go of me" you growled, trying not to attract any attention.

"I'm sorry if I scared you but I had to do it... He would of killed you if I didn't" he explained.

"He was trying to save me, he warned me about someone in the kingdom!" You hissed.

"The king (Y/n), he ordered that man to kill you!" Bruno nearly yelled in desperation.

"You need to stay with me, that way he won't be able to hurt you" he explained.

"No I'm fine" you responded as you pulled his hand off of you.

"(Y/n), do you not understand all the cruel thing he did to you?"

"I do, but I don't want to live with royalty... I found a place where I'm just me without the titles and expectations" you explained.

"And I can give you the same thing-"

"You barely even know me!" You yelled before running away from him once more.

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Diavolo hissed as he looked at his new appearance in a small hand mirror. Short pink hair, hazel eyes and a smaller form with a freckled face. He looked like a child and he absolutely hated it but he had to overcome his disgust if his plan was to work. He knew you were somewhere in the dark woods, it was only a matter of finding you and that was sooner then he expected as you practically ran straight into him.

"Oh I'm so sorry sir" you said as you helped the boy in the red cloak up.

"No it's alright" he said only to realise that even his voice had changed.

"As a matter of fact I've been looking for you" he said.

"Oh what for?" you asked with a sense of curiosity which wanted to make the king to pounce on you, cut you up, nearly strangle the life out of you. The gleam in your eyes showed him that all his hard work of manipulating you to be his perfect wife was crumbling in the span of a week.

"My mother wanted me to give this to you" he said as he held out the golden comb.

"Oh I couldn't take such a thing... It seems too valuable" you replied as you tried to push the gift back to him.

"No you must! My mother is gravely ill and she wants it to be given to you" he lied pushing it back to you.

"Please take it for my mother" he plead.

"Alright" you sighed as you finally took the gift.

"Just tell your mother I hope she gets better" you said as you gave the boy a sincere smile.

"What is your name by the way?" You asked which caught him of guard.

"Doppio, Doppio Vinegar" he responded.

"Well I wish you the best Doppio" you said as you waved him goodbye.

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To the king's displeasure he found out after another week you had never used the comb to brush your hair but instead used it as a means to help prayer to the sick mother who never existed. This sent the king into a fit of rage, he didn't even notice the room twist and distort into a autumn forest.

"You know Diavolo... she's never going to truely love you..."

"All your effort has come crumbling down" Illusio said, his words becoming the king's own thoughts. The king was losing his sanity.

"And if you can't have her then no one will" he said and Diavolo muttered the same thing after.

The king finally looked at the demon who sat on a tall tree made entirely of gold. It shed all of it's leaves and flowers of diamonds grew before producing golden apples, one of which fell right into the king's hands.

"An apple of gold may look appetizing but don't let it's mystical appearance fool you... It is very poisonous, a single bite is enough to kill" he explained with a smile as he looked down at Diavolo.

"What is the exchange?" Diavolo asked, knowing a demon offer was never truely free, eventually there would be a price to pay.

"Your soul will never go to heaven, nor hell... Your soul will be trapped in purgatory" the demon responded.

In a sane state Diavolo would refuse but as the voices grew louder in his head, the thought of any other option to kill you was out the window.

"I'll do it" the male responded as he wore wicked smile. With not a second to spare the male left the room, on his hellbent mission to kill you.

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You were picking apples when Doppio came to see you again. This time he didn't seem right. He was muttering incoherent words under his breath until he noticed you.

Maybe something had happened to his mother, but you wouldn't dare saw just incase it would hurt him.

"Hello Doppio" you created the make while holding a basket of apples.

"Oh (Y/n), I have something I'd like to give you" the male said as he pulled out a shiny golden apple, you could see your own reflection on it's surface.

"A golden apple!" You exclaimed in suprise.

"Yes, and they say that whoever bites into the Apple has there wish come true" the boy eagerly explained as he pushed it towards you.

"No I couldn't, surely you have a wish you want granted" you replied as you gave it back to him. His hazel eyes turned a familiar green.

"No, I want you to have it" he said as he put it back in your hands, his voice almost demanding.

"But isn't your mother sick?" You asked which caused the boy to cackle as he took his red cloak off, revealing that he was the king. You gasped as you looked up at him in horror. The male grabbed you before you even had the chance to run.

"My dear... I'm so sorry, I now see the error of my ways" he said as he clung onto you desperately, you had never seen him like this.

"I understand that I can't make you love me... I'll leave you be... Just please accept the apple as my apology, you can wish for whatever you desire" he said in such a desperate tone.

Gullible little you fell for the males deceitful lies and thought he really had learnt his lesson, so you took a bite from the apple and made a merciful wish for him.

'I wish that Diavolo's heart becomes one that is pure and kind' you mentally wished.

Soon you began to cough and splutter, dropping the apple and holding your throat as you looked as the crazed king. You realised now that it was all a facade but it was to late. Within a few minutes your limp body fell to the ground.

Diavolo tried to grab your body but a yell from the distance spooked the maddened king away, leaving your body where it laid.

Bruno's heart sink, just as he had finally found you again you had been murdered right Infront of him. Tears shed down his face. He held your body and cried until the dwarfs returned to the shock of your death.

The dwarfs saw how saddened the young prince was and offered to build a coffin of glass for your body so the prince could lay you to rest. In a few days the coffin had been made and you were prepared for display in the castle. However it didn't take long for the news to reach Diavolo, even in death you were still seen as beautiful, so beautiful infact that your corpse was on display in Bruno's castle.

It made the king livid. He traveled lone to Bruno's kingdom eager to snatch you body and bring it back with him. In the dead of night he entered the castle and searched until he came across a room enveloped in the moon's light where only a glass coffin was displayed. He slowly approached, he couldn't help but marvel at you.

"I knew you'd come Diavolo, all that I ask is one question... Why did you kill her?" Bruno asked as he made himself known.

"Because of the likes of you worms! I wanted her to myself but every man that saw her believed that she was theirs!" The king yelled in anger as he grabbed a dagger out and charged at Bruno but Bruno dodged and kicked Diavolo back, causing him to lose his footing and smash right through the glass of the coffin. The force of his head slamming on your chest caused the piece of the apple that you had choked on to dislodge and to be coughed out.

The king realised that you hadn't actually ate the apple and by some miraculous means you had just been in a death like state. He muttered incoherent sentences in joy but his insane blabbering was cut short as Bruno stabbed the male, unaware of the fact that you were alive.

Despite on stab wound being enough the prince continued to stab Diavolo over and over again muttering curses and words of hate to the man who had killed the fairest of them all, the males white suit drenched in the blood of the crimson king. He only noticed your breathing after he finally stood up. He felt his heart almost explode with joy. It was a miracle. He threw himself into your form and kissed you. Your eyes fluttered open to see the bloodied prince.

"What happened?" You nearly screamed.

"The king made you eat a cursed apple... He tried to abduct you from here" the male explained.

"Cursed?" You asked in confusion.

"Yes, he told me that the only way to break it was a true love's kiss" he lied as he brushed the stray hairs out of your face.

"True love's kiss..." you muttered, you were taken back by what he told you.

"If you kissed me that means-"

"Yes my dear, I am you true love and you are mine" he softly cooed before kissing you once more. You believed Bruno, there was no other explanation.

You married him believing his lies and in a way Bruno had become no difference to you last last lover that he had slaughtered.

[racheljchen]

story vomit

-hong kong runaway idea reality in mental hospital? mr robot perfect blue -blue hour love "i wanna be scary" heart break shaves eyebrows red lipstick black panther for asians space? dreamjng of home story about learning to let go and putting yourself first story about choosing happiness, prolonged misery JYN AND CASSIAN IMMORTALS her fingers ruffled through soft locks of his hair, and her heart swelled. it was too little and too much all at once, after all the years apart, how could she have ever doubted wanting to be by his side again? Now that he was in her arms the certainty seemed to settle into an unshakable truth, that she and he were meant to return to each other, circling each other, standing by the other's side no matter the circumstances of the rest of the foolish world. the girl from before, who only knew of solitude, of running, looking over shoulder at every turned would have thought this new certainty unthinkable. it might have terrified her or disgusted her, but the Jyn of now was a different woman. his eyes caught her transfixed gaze and crinkled with a smile she knew better than her own. no words needed to break the cozy silence for the understanding to pass between them. there was nothing she wanted more than to crush his body to hers, to hold him gently and never let go again but the feeling overwhelmed her and she could only continue to cradle his head in her lap, stroking a finger down the jawline she loved. mine. mine. her heart said, touching a body that was not her own, this skin which would pierce me to be bruised, these bones which would shatter her to be broken. hours later, after many hushed words had passed between them, describing in few short words the many hard years that had passed for each of them, as the sky began to flush lilac with the rising  sun, they broke apart with much hesitance. after several failed attempts on cassian's part to urge her to the fresher for a much needed shower, she finally relented breaking the connecting touch betwen them. jyn couldnt contain the tiniest childish pout. how could she miss holding him within seconds of relinquishing the contact? annoyed at feeling like a childish teenager but still petulant to let go. "go!" urged cassian, his eyes crinkling with a grin, and then, of course how she resist grabbing his smiling face again and kissing those grinning lips. cassians arms could not help but to circle around her waist but of course he was the one with the greater self restraint and he withdrew them after a few moments, pushing her gently towards the fresher door. under the hot satisfying spray Jyn allower herself the luxury of a quick moment to just enjoy the comforts of a life not based on the next meal, next job, and the overhanging urgency of survival, before she got to work scrubbing off the unholy layers of grime on her body. as she lathered suds into her hair, the fresher door clicked open with a soft hiss, and she peered through the fogged shower door at cassian, who of course smiled at her again, and she marveled at the ease of his surrending unlimited smiles for her when he was a man of few smiles for the rest of the universe. and with that her traitorous heart was off again, squeezing with the overwhelming painful joy of having him by her side again. cassian rinsed his toothbrush, finished with brushing his teeth. with a mischievous grin he peeled of his under shirt and dropped his trousers to the floor. steam poured out of the fresher as he slipped in beside her, putting his rough hands on the soft slick skin of her waist. jyn hooked her arms around his neck and tiptoed up to kiss him, soft sweet and slow, and they stood under the spray, feeling each other up like teenagers until suddenly Jyn shrieked. "Ah! Sorry, sorry, the boiler tank is small, I've been wanting to install a bigger one-" Jyn laughed despite the freezing spray erasing her comfortable warmth by the second. "get out you horn dog i still have to rinse out my hair" one of them gets executed but comes back to life cassian? comes back to find jyn and their child // cassian as a fire breathing bar tender modern au where they're divorced drug cartel AU krennic and galen in the cia/dea jyn smuggles or deals arms or something cassian is an undercover DEA agent cassian riding a horse, wearing a cowboy hat, smoking patron notices cassian is into jyn and 'gives' her to him "you're a lucky guy" thats just a nice way to say i want to fuck your girl jyn if you do this i can't protect you ive known these guys my whole life and you think you can get into this game for a couple months and i need you to protect me from them i dont mean from them cassian joserra jerome antonio anglés andrez after they settle down: oh where did you guys meet jyn: tinder // divorced soulmates when they meet jyn can tell its something special. she's been around the block enough to know that this one wasn't for messing around, that they meant too much to each other. cassian tamed her and she brought him to life and his friends were all supportive of course, relieved he had found some joy at last, that he finally had a reason to leave the office without putting in overtime more days of the week than not, a reason for brief smiles to stsrt escaping his serious outward demeanor. all they saw was cassian hiding a smile in a tumblr of mezcal st the bar with them, watching jyn dance with han and kes, twirling around them with smooth confidence as they tried not to trip on their own feet. how could it be anything but good? jyn knows cassian would never hurt her on purpose so she lets herself fall too easily, then slowly her life revolved around him. he occupied her throughts, her space, and she became nothing more than a part of cassian, his wife, as honoured and respectable as the role was she became suffocated with being introduced as his wife, people telling her what a great man her husband was, and she became defined by him, strangers assuming insight of her. when she leaves she finds herself all alone, realising all the friends she had were gifted to her by cassian, and the thought infuriates her. not at cassian, never at cassian, but at her past self for allowing this to happen, blind to painfully learned lessons to always have an escape route in sight, to rely on herself first and foremost. when she leaves, the pain is unbearable. she cries and she cries herself to sleep, and when she wakes up she's temporarily soothed her mind betraying her with the false sense that all the pain was just a bad dream and she would roll over and see cassian there, soft and warm and comforting and ready to hold her close and kiss the nightmare away. but the realisation came quick and she would be sobbing again. in the end it was only her stubborn pride that saved her the indignity of crawling back to him on her knees begging. or maybe it was the stone pit on her stomach that said you did this. you hurt him like this, and for what? how can you deserve to try and salvage what was perfectly good before you picked it up and smashed it on the ground just to see how the splinters would fall? when the fog of misery starts to fade though, she is relieved. even as she sits in her crappy, hole in the wall apartment, eating left over pizza for a undignified amount of times in a month, she is so relieved to be free. even if the AC keeps crapping out and she's sweating in February and bodhi has been the only other person to visit her apartment she is so relieved. her thoughts were her own again and she was so happy she could cry "jyn you will always be my family. you know that right?" she doesn't deserve it cassian walking barefoot in the shore wash at blue hour this pain wasn't unbearable but it was a unique brand of torturous. knowing exactly what she wanted was right in front of her, seeing it, touching it in soft polite embraces that lingered just on the dangerous end of perfunctory hellos and goodbyes. she's already had a taste of exactly everything she wants (not needs, not anymore, and that made the pain tolerable but a new unique brand of torturous), and she couldn't have it. she threw it all away. no regrets could be had, she would have never made it here without giving it up, but it certainly didnt help when they sat on the opposite ends of the friends spanning a bar counter and her attention still strayed from whatever kes was talking about to start at his lips, soft  from worrying at the glass tumbler in his hand, hearing the memory of the laugh she only watched escape from him in real life as it was lost in the din of the bar. "i forgave you for literally tearing my heart apart the first time, but as much of a masochist as i am, I can't give you permission to do it again. so what is it jyn?" "come on jyn. it doesn't take an idiot to see how much we still care about each other" their scars are the only soft and tender part on them, new and innocent skin next to hard won calluses cassian's ex wife meet first time when cassian gets backup for his mission huge sexual tension competence porn celebrating successful mission, cassian shoots his shot she reveals she used to be in intelligence "understand this captain andor. i have a lot of respect for what you do. it's horrid work but it needs to be done. matter of fact i started in intelligence. but the one thing i know, is the kind of person that can stand that line of work, the kind of person i was back then, thats not the kind of people i want to break bread with" she pulls rank on him despite him being older and more experienced. "in my branch you get promoted fast because you die fast" cassian was being pessimistic/realist sbout expected bad outcome but young recruit is horrified more massive sexual tension at a bar or something, she goes outside to make out with some rando guy, cassian follows her and chases him off and kisses her. not nice and tender, hatefuck in an alleyway but it's so hot doesn't see each other again fuck in a tent, fuck in the showers start to bond, see each other's honour and kindess. after a bad mission she's doubting herself, unable to sleep, cassian takes her to a secret vantage point. "sometimes i think i'm a dispicable person" "not to me" he kisses her "what, really here?" where they're in constant threat of being walked in on "no." they just make out and its tender snd loving and it scares her off and she avoids him for a while cassian gets captured and held in solitary confinement for months, mentally tortured, starved. tries to escape, gets punished. gets fucked up in the head. draven and elkie are the only one pushing to find him and break him out.  after cassian is found and returns to base he's a shell of himself, spooked, makes intense eye contact with elkie as he passes her but no aknowledgement of their signifigance to each other. after medical checks he's left alone and starts to panic, but before he freaks out fully, she comes into his room with shaving kit and a peach. she cuts a few slices for him to enjoy because hes not really allowed fruit, talks to him and shaves him as he heals she arranges for him to be put in a room with a chatty old soldier who keeps telling him old war stories, and visits him whenever she back on base. after a particularly bad mission. she crawls into his hospital bed in the middle of the night. after he's discharged, she sleeps with him whenever she can, calming him down after nightmares. one night he knows she's sleep deprived and needing to wake up early for important things the next day and tells her to stop sacrificing her sleep to help him. she's quiet before she asks if he is making her leave. he says no, so she just snuggles up to him. he realizes she prefers being woken up all night to sleeping without him. one say when cassian's feeling like he cant stand being amongst the people on the base in the mess hall, she brings him back to the vantage point to have lunch. they fuck but it's making love. something in between she gets captured and tortured. breaks leg. cassian rescues her. cassian cares for her in the immediate aftermath, she wakes up to him asleep in the hospital chair after he comes back from his own mission back on base, superiors want to send her off base to recuperate and get better PT, she really doesn't want to go, she knows she might never make it back and lose her nerve and her mind. their sleeping in cassian's bed and she admits this. he says there's desk work she can do on base. "married officers get first choice of postings" she's stunned by the insinuation "i need to know you arent whoring yourself out out of some misplaced need to take care of me. just because you slept with me a couple times doesn't mean i'm your responsibility." "i need to know you aren't... offering... out of convenience. just a loophole to help me out" "i'm not. i can't live without you anymore" they get married, she takes his name. captain andor and captain andor she drops off the grid for an extended period of time, she sees him in a crowd and he thinks she's a hostile, tries to take her down but she takes off her mask and goggles she dies in his arms CASSIAN'S LITTLE SISTER/DAUGHTER cassian's 16 she's 8, he saves her and has to babysit her for a while around rogue one she's 18 starting to do field work as an agent cassian as fulcrum is not nice or friendly but mentors her and takes care of her she just starts acting like a friend even though she has no reason to treat him like one bonds with jyn they go to each other when they're concerned about cassian, jyn tells her about a miscarriage, she tells jyn about PTSD she doesn't want to admit to cassian later as peace becomes more viable and cassian less cold and jaded, he starts to act like her family and at first it scares her off a bit she's hostile, says you don't have any right treating me like a child considering how you treated me in the past CASSIAN JYN F1 bodhi jyn both trained by legendary race strategist galen erso (betrays imperial team and orson krennic?) bodhi was trained to to compete and be great, jyn was thrown in and not expected by others to be a real competitor jyn joins f1 with saw gerrera's partisans, low midfield team, strapped for cash bodhi drives with his brain jyn drives with her gut bodhi tells her she can be truly great when she masters melding the thinking and control with her raw talent jyn podiums once and is over the moon but cassian isnt happy for her and she doesnt understand cassian says she doesnt understand racing yet, put herself on the line for revenge, had no way of knowing she was gonna survive her dirty trick and she only won when almost half the field retired calls her hotheaded and not ready cassian was an excellent ruthless driver, would drive dirty to make the win very good (champion?) gets into bad crash (jyn saves him?) and retires, join rebellion as race strategist cassian suggests jyn as new driver leia backs him up jyn helps cassian with his PT and tells him he doesn't have to put on a mask for her and he allows himself to show that he's in pain jyn falls asleep in cassian's hotel room and when he tucks her in she grabs him and they fall asleep together at a party after a good win jyn's tipsy and grabs cassian and starts singing and dancing in his face and cassian is laughing and loving every moment jyn's championship title comes down to the last race she gets a rough bump that physically takes a toll on her she has a good lead but she blows a tire and limps home (krennic gets on the radio somehow to try and break her confidence?) cassian: "do your best, bring her home. i'm right here jyn, I'm with you to the end. I'm not going anywhere" jyn wins a championship and retires she's proved herself after no one thought she would, defeated vader for a season she knows she doesn't have a strong chance of doing it again and wants to make room for luke and han so they don't join imperial F1 STORY young hotshot female driver gets put into falling from glory ferrari with him he used to be eyed as the next great talent but in a shit car he doesn't have any accomplishments to show and is starting to lose the hype and his drive to win she idolizes him, after a race where she does very well for a rookie and he delivers good but not great results, she goes into his driver's room and congratulates him on a good drive out of a need to assert control he fucks her he's trying to massage his own shoulder, she says here let me help, get close, talking, he turns to catch her eye and realises how close they are and kisses her fucks her on the desk, hot and dirty after their lustful scramble he comes back yo his senses and is a bit ashamed of what he's done kisses her on the forehead and leaves, saying see you tomorrow they keep hooking up throughout her rookie season, and spending time together in the public eye, her sweet genuine humorous personality tempers his steely cold and focussed persona and media and fans eat it up, everyone loves them as old gruff dude and young hotshot jokester duo two seasons like that as they grow closer there's a picture of him as a f1 rookie giving 14yo her a trophy forehead kisses become a meme she tells him what he already knows, he needs to jump ship from the team he loves in order to win he signs with a top three team as she continues to get more experience at their old team throughout the season they continue hooking up and hanging out in winter break they spend a lot of time with each other, to the point it seems like they're dating but theyve never discussed it he wins a world championship, realises the only person he wants to celebrate with is her she gets signed to a title contender team next time they hook up he's being a tender and says something commitment related she freezes up "what did you think this is" "yeah of course anyone would jump at the chance to fuck their idols, that doesn't mean their idols would be a good person to settle down with" "did u think i would fall in love with you just because i look up to you? im not some groupie. as if you weren't just taking advantage of me the first time, cheating on your girlfriend. im smart enough to know I'm not special, if you did it to her you certainly have it in you to do it to me" "i think we should stop doing this" breakup, theyre both heartbroken he feels betrayed, thinking the girl he's in love with just used him she doesn't want to admit she really did fall for him he gets signed to the same team as her the whole world is super excited to see their chemistry again but they're super cold, barely together, barely acknowledge each other press conference she blows off the question of whether she's excited to be teammates again he gets into tabloids rumored to be dating hot celebs they have a bad rivalry on the track fighting for positions gets double retirement and other bad things eventually he realises she only pushed him away out of self preservation and she mist have loved him to have done so much and cared for him the way she did he apologizes and asks her to give them a chance she's shocked but she agrees, but she says they shouldnt be together until the season is over cue sexual tension she misses him too much and he comes into her hotel room to get a fright shes in his bed and they cuddle she wins the championship after 5 years of being together and racing, he retires proposes to her, to the shock of the world

[zairapvrker]

Teeth: Vampire!Luke // Chapter 5

Author’s Note: this took fucking f o r e v e r to write i’m so sorry. btw, happy new year everyone!!

Summary: Luke knows the rules and his boundaries, he has respected them for centuries. He knows he should stay as far away as possible from every human on his path. But that was before she came along.

Warnings: harassment

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Done. That’s what I was. It had been two weeks, two weeks, of insufferable headeaches, hellish and way too vivid nightmares and unreasonable shaking, zoning out, all because of him. I was done having to endure all of this. I didn’t know how or why all of this was happening to me, but even my newfound friends were starting to realise something was off with my behaviour. What bothered me the most was that he walked around seemingly carefree, unbothered and only when our gazes met - which was way more often than I was willing to admit - he put on a sarcastic, knowing smirk. I didn’t even know why I was so frustrated and angry at him, I didn’t even know the guy, but it felt right.

“Do you guys know each other?” asked Ashley, bringing me back to reality. Only then I realised I had been, in fact, caught in the middle of a staring match with Luke - who was sitting on the other side of the cafeteria. I shook my head no as an answer. Michael laughed.

“It looks like you’re either going to rip each other’s throats or, I don’t know, hook up in the genitor’s closet” he stated, taking a bite of his sandwich. I looked at him with wide eyes, choking on my own lunch. “What?!”

The other three smiled, amused. “You should go talk to him” said Calum. “You two look like you have unfinished business” I grew more and more perplexed as something in me told me that my blue-haired friend was right.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” I stated then, resolute not to leave my table just to go over there and feel like I was about to faint just because he was so close to me.

“For God’d sake, Bea!” sighed loudly Ashley. “Just go! We want to know what’s up with you and big bore Hemmings” she laughed lightly. Don’t call him like that - was the first reaction my brain had. “Come on! You’re always staring at each other and there’s this weird tension even if you avoid each other a lot. Talk to the guy and find out which one of Mike’s two options it is” they all smiled encouragingly, but at this poit it felt like they only wanted something new to talk about. Shaking it off I gave in, giving a death glare to the beaming trio as it watched me take my tray and stand up. “You’ll pay for this” I tried sounding threatening.

“You’ll thank us later!” shouted Michael as I turned my back to them, making a beeline for the lonely table at which he sat alone.

Again he smirked, amused, as I plopped down on the chair in front of him, snorting. “To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?” he asked then.

“Nosy, insufferable friends” I answered dryly. He laughed, I sighed. Actually being here felt very strange, unlike all the other times when just knowing he was around gave me enormous waves of anxiety, I felt very calm. Still, I didn’t know how to avoid the awkwardness of the silence that was alienating us from the rest of the cafeteria. “I’d never thought you’d come up to me” he said quietly then.

I looked at him confused. “Well, you usually startle me into very short conversations so I thought it’d be only fair if I did the same for once” I smiled.

“You didn’t startle me”

“You kind of look like nothing could ever scare you, so I gave up” I offered as an explanation. He shrugged, admitting the truth of my statement. None of us spoke after that, I started eating my lunch once again as I felt Luke’s gaze on me, following my every action attently. “Your friends really don’t know how to mind their own business, huh?” he asked and looking up at him I noticed his eyes were focused on something behind me. Turning around slightly I caught my three friends hurriedly going back to eating their own lunches and engaging in a very nonexsistent conversation. I laughed lightly as I saw Michael trying to subtly wink at me before letting his eyes wander back to the improvised conversation Calum and Ashley were having.

“What did he wink at you for?” of course he would’ve noticed. Turning back to face him I felt a rush of heat possessing my face - no doubt I was blushing thinking back to my friend’s words. Against my better judgement, as if my filter had been completely removed, I let myself voice my thoughts. “He thinks we’re either going to kill each other or end up hooking up in the genitor’s closet”

Oh, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Luke smirked as soon as the words left my mouth and I felt the urge to run out of the cafeteria and go bury myself six feet under. “Is that so?” he asked quirking a brow, the smirk everpresent on his face. He leaned towards me, resting his elbows on the table and his face in his hand. “So what’s it gonna be, the former or the latter?”

As if a wave of bravery had washed over me, I found myself discarding my lunch tray and mirroring his actions. “The former if you dare ask again” and his smirk only widened some more at my words as I struggled to keep my cool, yet somehow managed. “We’ll see about that, sweetheart” he said lowly, swiftly standing up and walking towards the exit. I sat there, frozen. After a few moments I regained the strength to stand up, leaving my luch behind as I had lost appetite, and walked back to my table where I was faced by three pairs of wondering eyes.

“Did he give you a time to meet at the genitor’s closet?” asked Ashley with a teasing smile.

“Sure looks like it” laughed Michael.

“Oh, shut up” I said sitting down, realizing soon after that they were still waiting on an answer. “No, he didn’t!” I exclaimed shoked that they were seriously thinking he had. They all laughed, leaving the topic to rest when they tried interrogating me about what he’d said and saw my expression.

After the last lesson of the day I walked with my friends towards Calum’s car in the school’s parking lot. Chatting for a while longer I informed them of my decision to spend the rest of the afternoon at the public library to do some work, hence declining the blue-haired boy’s offer to drive me home. I waved at them as they all got into his old Toyota, the scene quite funny to me as Ashley and Michael wrestled for the front seat.

As they drove off I started my walk towards the beautiful gothic building, finding it shorter than expected. Deciding upon entering it to find a quiet space away from the study hall, reserved for students to study but used by them to fuck around and be loud, I marched towards the classics section once again. Most of the tables set in some of the wider corridors created by the bookshelves were already occupied, but I luckily found a chair no one was using in a nook and deciding it would have to make do, I sat down.

Two hours and little to no progress on my Maths worksheet later, I decided to give up. This afternoon my attention span was shorter than ever before and a headache was quick to originate after losing my mind on the first excercise out of eight. After packing my belongings I stood up from my spot and walked through the bookshelves on my way to the exit. The sun was about to set and the air was chillier than when I had entered the building. I almost wanted to call my mom and ask if she could pick me up, knowing that by the time I would’ve reached home it would be dark out. However, my phone was dying and I decided against it, thinking saving battery for emergencies would’ve been smarter. Nothing could possibly happen and the walk wasn’t that long after all.

Except it was and I had forgotten the way after just about ten minutes and two wrong turns. I’m an idiot - I thought, groaning in frustration, noticing the sky was already almost dark. Giving up, I decided to give my mom a call but while looking for her contact, hoping my phone wouldn’t give out after using it unsuccesfully for the Maps app, my phone did exactly what I expected. Fucking amazing. I sighed heavily, turning around and making my way back to the library, knowing it was the smartest decision. Someone was bound to be there and willing to lend me their phone for a call.

“Lost your way?” things just keep getting better and better, huh? I just kept walking, fastening my pace to match the quick rythm of my heart. “Hey, I’m talking to you!” the voice kept calling, but I ignored it, not daring looking behind me. Suddenly someone grabbed me from the elbow and spun me around, my heart getting caught in my throat in fear. “I expect an answer to a question, didn’t your parents teach you that?” terror was coursing through my veins, my heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest. The man was now closer than he needed to be, invading my personal space. I tried shoving my arm out of his grasp but it didn’t work, only making him laugh at my feeble attempt of rebellion. “Let me go” I said, trying not to let the fear get the best of me but my voice sounded weak and fragile to my own ears. The man only laughed harder. “I don’t think I’m gonna”

I tried breaking away from him once again, failing, but at least I managed to stomp on his foot. He let out a huff of frustration, quickly looking up at the sky in what I hoped was at least a bit of pain. Taking advantage of the moment I landed a kick in his groin as hard as I could and it worked as he loosened his grip on my arm just a little. I shoved him again, effectively freeing myself from his grasp and started running as fast as I could in the direction I came from, ignoring his voice screaming at me. With every stride I took I saw a more trafficated street coming into view, my heart feeling the least bit lighter as I approached it. I was still running -panting heavily- right before turning onto the street the library was in, when I collided with something. Or better, someone.

His familiar eyes searched mine as he put his hands on my shoulders to keep me from falling, I tried catching my breath, his hold onto me disappearing once I was stable on my feet. “Is everything okay?” he asked, noticing my state. For a second I tried to think of an answer. Of course I wasn’t in the slightest bit okay and thinking back to what just happened made reality come crashing down on me. I felt my eyes burn with tears as I struggled to breathe. Worry was etched on Luke’s features, I could tell, and my lack of an answer was probably upsetting him even more. “I-I just.. I was trying to go back home b-but, I forgot the way a-and got sort of lost and this m-man..” I couldn’t bring myself to say more as I hid my face behind my shaking hands and cried. I really didn’t want to break down in front of him, but I couldn’t help it. I tried drying my tears after a short while and taking long calming breaths, still I couldn’t manage to calm down. I let my eyes search for Luke’s, which held a look that could kill; he was visibly angry, very much so, and was scanning the little crowd of people coming and going.

“I-I don’t think he’s followed me” I muttered, catching his attention. “I didn’t stop to c-check” He nodded, his stance relaxing just one bit and his eyes softening as he seemed to be taking my appearence in. “I’ll walk you home” he said then. “Where do you live?” I told him the name of the street, before following him in the right direction.

The walk wasn’t too long, as I remembered, and comfortably quiet. I sometimes looked at Luke, taking in his resolute gaze, while trying to come up with excuses for my mom - eventually failing.

As we reached the front porch of my house, he waited for me to go up to the door first. “Thank you for walking me back” I said, hating that my voice still sounded so small. Then he took a step closer to me, giving me a little smile. “If you ever want to walk back home when it’s dark out, please ask me” he said with a kind, soft voice. I was a little taken aback by this side of Luke and his offer, nonetheless thankful for it, and found myself mirroring his little smile. “I will”

Luke waited until her figure disappeared behind the front door, lingering for a bit and listening to her mother’s worried questions. The literal fury that had took over him the second he understood what had happened came back with vengence as he listened to her small voice explain the events. It subsided only when she mentioned his name, but as he made his way back to where they came from and her voice disappeared slowly, the feeling took over once again. And although he had sworn to never do this again, although he knew what he was allowed and what not, he threw all of it along with caution out the window. He couldn’t let this slide, he wouldn’t. Especially when it came to her. It had been less than a century and absolutely nothing had changed - even if he had tried hard to, he realized.

So as he set out for the hunt, he stopped fighting the urge to suppress the memories altogether.

tags: @keithseabrook27

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Life Changes Part 6 || Paul Bissonnette

Summary: It’s crazy how quickly your life can change...one minute you’re a struggling personal injury lawyer and the next you’re working for one of the hottest sports podcasts to supplement your income. A new job and the end of a long-term relationship was just the beginning for Leigh Thompson when it comes to life changes. Thankfully she has the one and only Paul Bissonnette at her side to help her handle them all. 

Authors Note: Splitting this next segment up into at least two parts because otherwise, it will be insanely long (this part contains 2 of at least 6 events that I have in mind for this short span of time). I’d love to know what you think of this chapter, especially considering that Paul is very much present. Also please feel free to send me any songs that you think I should add to the series playlist. 

Requested: [ ] yes [x] no    Warnings: cursing.   Word Count: 2,865+ text convos

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“True life is lived when tiny changes occur.” 

From the moment I’d been hired by the podcast, I’d been working on putting together all of the details for a Vegas trip for the NHL awards. Now, after months of hard work, everything was set for the guys to spend a week in Vegas. Our title sponsor for the trip was one of the many hotel-casinos who had reserved a 4 bedroom suite for the podcast hosts as well as a few standard rooms for the camera and production guys. Additionally, all of the media passes for the event were ready to go and I knew the boys had lined up quite a few guests. With everything set and the awards only a week away I was hoping to maybe be able to take a mini-vacation myself at home while they partied it up and got tons of content to last through the summer. 

It had been maybe an hour from when I sent the boys an email with all of the important details for the trip when my phone buzzed with an incoming text from Paul. 

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So, because I lacked all capability to tell Paul Bissonnette ‘no’ when he asked me to do something, I was currently pulling my suitcase through the Vegas airport at almost midnight the night before the awards. Checking my phone I saw that Paul had texted me one message with the room number and which room in the suite was ours as well as another saying that the rest of the boys had gone out but that he’d be there when I got in. I had previously told him not to wait up for me and had even fought with him when he wanted to come to pick me up. It was completely ridiculous for him to even think about taking an Uber to the airport just to uber back to the hotel. 

Grabbing a cab, it wasn’t long before I had arrived at the hotel and after stopping at the front desk for a key to the room and to make sure the boys hadn’t had any problems with the reservations, I took the elevator upstairs and let myself into a dark and silent suite. Part of me had expected Paul to be up watching tv or something but it was too quiet for that. He’d said that we were staying in the first room on the right and so I quietly headed over, pausing in the doorway when my eyes caught sight of him. 

The only light in the room was coming from the open blinds letting in the city lights and Paul was sprawled out on the bed on his stomach fast asleep. The way the light and shadows highlighted the muscles of his naked back made my body react involuntarily and I took a deep breath trying not to gasp. Reminding myself that this was definitely just the pregnancy hormones getting the best of me, I slipped into the room and closed the door to the living room behind me. 

As quietly as I could, I hung my dress up in the wardrobe and got my pajamas and things for bed out of my suitcase before sneaking into the bathroom to get ready to go to sleep. It was beyond late and with the time change, I was exhausted. Paul was still taking up most of the bed when I stepped out of the bathroom and flipped off the light, using the flashlight on my phone to guide me across the room to close the curtains and then to the edge of the bed. Perched on what little bed was not occupied by a large man, I gently reached out and rubbed my hand over his back trying to stir him just enough that he’d roll over and make room. Getting no reaction I sighed. 

“Paul...are you actually gonna share the bed like you promised or am I stuck sleeping on the couch tonight?” I whispered. Rubbing his back once more I felt his muscles twitch and suddenly his body was moving, arm reaching out to take my hand and pull me into him. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes as I settled into his embrace, his solid chest pressed into my back. As his body shifted to surround me further, the hand that had grabbed mine moved to drape over my waist. 

We’d snuggled like this before, but back then I didn’t have a 21-week baby bump protruding from my front. It was clear that in his sleepy state he expected what he was used to before because the moment his arm didn’t drape the way he expected he froze against me. A change in his breathing signaled that he was now actually awake and his hand gently caressed my stomach for a moment. 

“Holy shit Leigh…” His sleep laden voice murmured from behind me. “You...that’s...I didn’t...wow.” Shaking my head at him a little I rolled onto my back so that I could look over at him. As I shifted, Paul reached over to tap the bedside light on, allowing us to actually see each other. 

“It’s called a baby bump Paul...this is kinda what happens when you’re pregnant and the baby starts to get bigger. There’s only so much space in there for the baby to grow otherwise.” His gaze was dark and lazy as our eyes met before he swept a look up and down my body taking in the changes that he’d missed due to living on separate sides of the country. 

“I knew that…” He declared, glaring at me softly. “I just...I don’t know. I haven’t seen you in a few months and I don’t know why but I wasn’t expecting you to be showing. Not like this.” I knew he wasn’t implying that I was fat or anything, just that his brain hadn’t actually processed the changes that my body would undergo during pregnancy. 

“Not so easy to hide anymore huh?” I questioned and he nodded but his eyes hadn’t left my stomach, nor had his hand. 

“Fuck...I...are you okay with me touching?” He asked at least being conscious enough to know that women frequently complained about people touching their bellies. It was clear that he wanted to touch and explore. To make the connection between the baby that we so frequently talked about and how said baby currently existed inside me. Smiling over at him I nodded, though he wasn’t looking and therefore didn’t see it. 

“Go for it,” I assured him. “You are one of the few people I think I can put on my approved bump touch list.” I teased. Part of me had at least expected him to crack a smile at that but I don’t think he was paying attention to my words since the second I gave him permission to touch. 

The way his strong fingers grazed over my belly so gently caused a shiver to run up my spine and I just watched him for a moment before closing my eyes and relaxing. For a few minutes, he just caressed and pressed his palm to my stomach before his fingers dipped down to the edge of my shirt. Peeking up at him I could see the adoration in his eyes as he looked at the way my body had adapted to growing the little boy or girl inside of me. I felt blessed to know that he already loved this baby so much even though he had no real reason to and it made me want to give him as much as I could so far as letting him bond with the baby went. 

“Here…” I breathed, rolling just slightly to adjust my shirt so that it rested just under my breasts, exposing the skin of my stomach to him, stretch marks and all. I knew that touching through clothes was one thing but letting him see the way that my skin had stretched, and letting him touch without that barrier in the way was something else entirely. 

Paul’s hand quickly found its way back to the bump and when he looked up at me again his eyes were moist with tears. Meeting his gaze with concern, I reached over to brush my thumb against his cheek. 

“Sorry.” He mumbled, his body leaning into my touch as much as I had his earlier. “I just...this is incredible. I...I didn’t expect that this would affect me so much.” It was totally understandable for him to have that reaction and I did my best to communicate that to him without words. My own voice was stuck in my throat seeing him get emotional over something that I’d personally gotten used to because it was my new normal. “You...I hope you know that you were beautiful before...but you’re absolutely gorgeous like this. Pregnancy suits you.” The intent behind his words confused me but he was so sure of them that I couldn’t help the flush that came over my entire body. Catching my breath after a moment I glanced over at the alarm clock beside the bed. 

“So...can we go to sleep now...because it’s the middle of the night back home and being pregnant is exhausting.” My words seemed to snap Paul out of his trance. 

“Fuck...of course. I...goodnight Leigh.” His words were spoken with a soft kiss to my temple, but before I could attempt to roll over, Paul had shifted, leaning over me. “Goodnight dustbunny.” He added and for a split second his lips were pressed against my stomach before he was laying back down beside me, a sheepish look on his face. “Didn’t want baby to feel left out.” He mumbled before switching the light back off so that we could all get some sleep. 

Tucked back against his chest, I was nearly off to dreamland when I heard him whisper softly into the room. “I’m here for whatever you and your mama need dustbunny...that’s a promise.” 

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When I woke the next morning, Paul was still passed out beside me. Gingerly, I slid out of his arms needing first to use the bathroom and then to get some food before the baby decided to protest. After taking care of my bladder needs and slipping on a pair of shorts, I quietly opened the door to the living room wondering if the boys had any food in the kitchen or if they’d eaten out for every single meal since arriving in Vegas. 

Padding softly through the living room around to the little kitchen in the suite, I could hear RA and Grinnell talking softly from over by the patio doors. When I arrived in the kitchen I found a couple of small boxes of cereal as well as a small bottle of milk in the minifridge. Pouring myself a bowl of cereal, I rubbed the remaining sleep from my eyes before moving back to lean against the counter dividing the kitchen and living space while I ate. It was only then that I addressed the crew’s oldest host and our production manager by saying good morning. 

Both quickly returned my greeting but didn’t look over at me right away. However, upon finishing their conversation, they turned to me and it was comical to see the double-take that Mikey did when his eyes saw me. 

“What the fuck is that?” He asked only to be scolded by RA murmuring a ‘dude…’ in his direction. Swallowing the bite of cereal I’d put into my mouth I started laughing at how thrown these two grown men seemed at the sight of a pregnant woman. 

“Um...surprise?” I stated, trying to downplay things in order to not generate a large reaction. 

“Why didn’t Biz fucking tell us he’s gonna be a dad?” Mikey exclaimed, visibly getting worked up and speaking without really thinking about his words. Again RA tried to get him to shut up for a minute but he continued to rant for a moment about how ‘this was a big deal’ and ‘since when did Biz keep secrets like this….’ 

“Michael Grinnell...will you shut up for a minute?” I declared, setting my now empty bowl down on the counter. “Biz didn’t tell you that he’s gonna be a dad because he’s not…” I immediately motioned for him to let me continue but before I could, a voice sounded from my left.

“How far along do you think she is dumbass?” Ryan Whitney chirped as he made his way into the kitchen for his own breakfast. His lack of reaction to what he’d just walked into caught me off guard for a moment before I turned to look at him. 

“How long have you known?” I asked accusatorily.  He at least had the courtesy to look guilty as he mumbled that I probably already knew the answer to that. Carding my fingers through my hair, I sighed and shook my head. “You’ve known as long as Paul has…” I was slightly annoyed by that and it clearly showed on my face causing Whit to backpedal. 

“I didn’t know know…” He explained. “Yes...Biz texted me asking if you being sick the way you were was normal and the suspicion was kind of unspoken. He never actually told me that you were though...it was just pretty obvious when the two of you posted scenic pictures when I knew he was taking you to the doctors’. If it was a bug you would have been in bed resting, long drive implies a distraction and it wasn’t hard to figure out from that, that his suspicions had been right.” I couldn’t really be angry about the fact that he’d deduced it based on information obtained before anyone knew for certain that I was pregnant. “Plus...Biz has been different the past few months and it’s pretty obvious why…” He added, gesturing toward my stomach. 

“So….if Biz isn’t the dad…” Mikey jumped back into the conversation, his expression suggesting that he’d been thinking a little too hard about all of this. Suddenly his eyes went wide. “Oh...shit.” He murmured like it had all hit him at once. Needing to take control of the situation back I placed a hand on my stomach, taking a deep breath. 

“Yes. I’m pregnant. No, we’re not talking about the whole paternity situation. Yes, Paul and evidently Whit have known for a few months. I didn’t tell my parents until last month and I’m not ready to go fully public with an announcement yet which is why I hadn’t said anything. Now, if we can just move on...that would be wonderful.” 

Thankfully Whit was able to distract RA and Grinnell with a discussion of setting up for the interviews they were recording before the awards tonight and I was able to slip back to the bedroom, suddenly feeling like I needed a nap even though I’d just woke up. 

I’d been staring out the window, trying to clear my mind and decide what I wanted to do until I had to start getting ready when a pair of arms wrapped around my waist and I was pulled back into a firm chest. 

“You okay?” Paul asked, his fingers once again rubbing gentle circles over the expanse of my stomach. Leaning into him I nodded and just focused on his touch and soothing presence. 

“The boys know.” I eventually whispered and I could feel him chuckle softly. 

“I mean...I kind of figured...it only takes one look at you like this.” Feeling his lips press against my hair I sighed. “Plus I could hear Grinnell freaking out. Are you okay with the cat being out of the bag so to speak?” Shrugging I sighed but didn’t say anything. I kind of had to be okay, though it did again bring the fear of the world finding out tonight on national tv to the front of my mind. I could only pray that the dress I’d found would do a sufficient job of hiding my growing stomach in the way that a pair of shorts and a clingy tank top couldn’t. 

Spinning me around Paul pulled me into a hug. We stood like that for a few minutes before there was a knock on the bedroom door with RA calling out that Paul needed to get his ass into gear so they could get started. When he pulled back reluctantly, he kissed the top of my head. 

“I’ll be fine...go,” I assured him. “Dustbunny and I are just gonna lay back down for a little while. I’ll set an alarm to wake me in a couple hours so I can start getting ready for tonight.” 

With one more caress of my bump, Paul retreated to the living room to work and I slipped back into bed, pulling his pillow from his side of the bed to cuddle. With sounds of laughter coming from the next room I quickly drifted off to sleep, hoping that I would wake up more excited for the awards than I currently felt. 

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firetruck [taeyong]

word count: 2.1k words

characters: uncle!taeyong

warnings: babysitting children !!! fluff !!!

author’s note: gotta admit that i wrote this in a span of few hours so it’s a bit: Rough kskds hope u enjoy it tho < 3 love me some taeyong with children action (stream long flight and highway to heaven) ++unedited of course

Words can’t explain how much you loved your new neighborhood. It was located just in the outskirts of the city, it was as serene and peaceful as it could get. It was rather small and you were convinced that everybody knew everybody. Adults went about their business around the clock and children come and go in flocks, but everything remained relatively quiet – hazy, almost.

In midst of all the old buildings were a lot of greenery, that much you noticed. Walls of lush foliage and seasonal flowers of different colors amassed in thick clusters, you could never escape the pretty sights of them. You thought perhaps that’s why your mother was keen on moving, she could never have the same picturesque garden she always imagined tending if you were all still in Seoul.

As a fresh college graduate, you spend most of your days either at your part-time job or at home with your eight-year-old brother, Jitae. Much like yourself, making friends proved to be quite a challenge for the little boy who just enrolled in primary school. Unlike other children who would hang out with their classmates after class, he’d rather walk straight home to play with you instead.

Not that you minded, he may be a brat most of the time but you loved him all the same. Your father, however, didn’t share the same sentiment. He worries about his son’s lack of friends so he made it a point to force Jitae out of the house and mingle with the kids at the nearby park, but your brother being the clever person he was, only agreed if your dad let you come with him.

As the breadwinner of the house, you couldn’t really say no to him so unfortunately, your Saturday afternoon adventures with Jitae commenced.

“Noona, look at my toy!” You peered up from your phone and saw Jitae running at you in full speed, sporting the biggest grin that you couldn’t help but smile back at him. His hair was ruffled and his jacket was disheveled, twigs and leaves sticking out from weird places. “Look what I found behind the slides!”

It was a bright red firetruck, a toy he definitely didn’t brought with him. It was shiny and the pieces were all still intact, it looked fairly new. You eyed it warily as he shoved it towards your face so you could see it in all its glory. Scratching the back of your neck, you said, “I don’t know, Jitae-ah, somebody probably owns that. Maybe you should put it back.”

“But no one was taking it.” He frowned, swiftly hiding it behind his back before you could even think of taking it away from him. Taking a step back, he pouted at you. “This is mine now.”

“Uh, excuse me?” You tore your gaze away from your brother and saw a guy with dyed blond hair and the prettiest pair of eyes blinking right at you. He stood at a safe distance from the bench you sat on but your eyes were drawn straight to the crying kid he had with him, clutching his leg for dear life. “I think your kid found my nephew’s toy.”

You cocked your head to the side, too lost in your daydream over how good-looking he was. With the sunlight peering through the trees, it almost made him glow. He coughed and you were pulled back to reality with heat overtaking your face

Before you could say anything, your brother beat you right to it, “It doesn’t have your name on it so it’s automatically mine now! I saw it first!”

“Jitae!” You growled, attempting to grab the toy that he was trying so hard to keep away from your reach. “Give him back his truck!”

The blond-haired guy chuckled at what your brother said. You glanced at the kid who was tightly wrapped around his uncle’s leg and watch as his eyes get glossier when more tears threatened to spill, he looked way too devastated to even stand up for himself. He was younger than Jitae, that you know for sure.

“Jitae, please give him back his toy. Don’t you have enough at home?” You tried to reason with your brother, only then realizing the embarrassment that came with the whole situation. You held your palm out and stared at Jitae with the most menacing glare you could muster. “I’m gonna count to three and if I don’t have the firetruck in my hand, I swear-”

Jitae huffed and angrily handed it over to you. You sighed and turned to the kid in question, offering him back his toy. He hesitantly took it from your hands and you grinned, outstretching your arm to ruffle his hair. With a soft voice for only him to hear, you whispered, “Don’t cry, okay? I’ll make sure he won’t take it away from you again.”

“Thank you, noona.” He mumbled with a small smile, sniffling so cutely you couldn’t help but coo at him.

You glanced back up to his uncle and offered him a sheepish grin. You said, “Sorry about my brother, he’s a bit of a brat. A demon child as I’d like to call him.”

“They’re kids.” He shook his head and laughed. Even his laugh was beautiful, you thought how unfair life truly was.

Now that he was left with no toy, Jitae was having none of it. He reached over and childishly pinched your arm so he could get your attention. You scowled and rubbed the sore spot but once you saw his knotted eyebrows and puffed cheeks, you sighed, “I’ll buy you another toy on our way back, okay? But first you have to apologize to…”

Your voice trailed off and the other kid’s smiled widened, cheeks now dry from his tears. He finished for you, “Hyunseok.”

Jitae shook his head stubbornly and pinched your arm again, you rolled your eyes and pried him off of you. You gently pushed him towards Hyunseok so he could make amends like normal people would. It was only his first day of trying to make friends and your brother was already failing miserably, your father would just love to hear this.

“I didn’t do anything wrong.” He mumbled, crossing his short arms against his chest. Hyunseok’s uncle laughed at that while you let out a frustrated groan. Your brother was gonna drive you insane, you’re sure about it.

“He did see it first.” Hyunseok’s uncle pointed out playfully, getting a glare from Hyunseok and you yourself, making him double in laughter. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

“Jitae.” You say warningly, eyebrow quirked at him the same way your mother would whenever she finds you awake past midnight and causing a loud ruckus in the kitchen. Your brother looked at you like he didn’t know what else to do. “Just apologize already, geez. It’s not that hard.”

“Fine. I’m sorry.” He grumbled under his breath, refusing to make any sort of eye contact. “Happy now?”

“What?” Hyunseok asked, cupping his ear almost mockingly. You chuckled once you saw a blush rise to his uncle’s cheeks, ignoring the way Jitae was now glaring at him.

“Hyunseok!”

“What? I really didn’t hear.”

“I said, I’m sorry! I took your firetruck because you left it and I thought you didn’t want it anymore.” Jitae huffed, eyebrows still very knotted and cheeks still very puffed out. He faced you and tugged on the sleeve of your sweatshirt. “I better get my toy later, noona! I want a blue monster truck!”

Hyunseok grinned, showing off his firetruck to his uncle who showed him a thumbs up. You practically swooned at the sight, smiling like an idiot yourself. He turned to Jitae again and jutted his chin over the nearly empty sandbox, “Last one to the sandbox is a rotten egg!”

You watch as they took off, laughing like they were some sort of old friends and leaving you with Hyunseok’s uncle who took it upon himself to sit beside you, you were too busy observing the kids to even notice. It always amazed you how children can make up so easily. Absentmindedly, you spoke, “Your nephew’s very cute.”

“He definitely got it from me, don’t you think?” He grinned and you blushed, giving him an incredulous look. He let out an awkward laugh. “I’m kidding.”

“Anyway, I hope they get along. It’s hard for my brother to make friends.” You admitted, scooting away from him now that he sat next to you. He was getting you flustered by his presence alone. “He can be quite the bully but he’s really sweet if you get to know him.”

“I’ll let Hyunseok know, then.” He chuckled, slumping into the bench with his legs outstretched. “If you don’t mind me asking, were you the ones who moved into the blue house?”

“Yeah, just a month ago-” You were cut off when you heard your brother call out your name. You peered over and saw that he was proudly pointing towards the sandcastle he and Hyunseok just built, you grinned at them. “Wait, how did you know which house?”

“We live just down the block.” He couldn’t help but chuckle at your dumbfounded expression. God, you were really cute; he would’ve never admit it but he was grateful that your brother took Hyunseok’s toy or else he would’ve never had the pleasure of talking to you. “You know, the one with the bakery next to it.”

You’ve heard of the old bakery. It was owned by a lovely woman who would often add in extra cookies into your paper bag whenever you and Jitae would drop by and buy the bread that your father loved. You adored that place, it was a haven inside your little town. Apparently it was his mother’s, Hyunseok’s grandmother, and he helped whenever he was free. You couldn’t help but ask of the bakery’s history.

The sun was nearly setting and by this time you would’ve already gone home, but you found yourself talking with Hyunseok’s uncle, Taeyong as you had learned, a little bit more. There was something so enthralling about him. He was an easy person to talk to and he really listened to what you had to say so it didn’t take long for you to get comfortable with him. He was also such a giggly person that you stopped yourself at times from pinching his cheeks over how adorable he was.

You told him the reason why your family decided to move out of the center of the city, you also told him your plans of saving up all your paychecks so you could have an apartment of your own. He shared his own fair share of stories, too; starting off with his unhealthy obsession with dying his hair with wild colors, he even allowed you to touch his locks from sheer amazement over how soft-looking it was.

You were beyond ecstatic as well to see your brother getting along with Hyunseok – at least, that’s what it looked like. With his stubborn and spoiled personality, all Jitae really needed was someone who could stand up against him and put him in his place. You were glad to see that he finally met a kid his age who could tolerate his antics.

Hours passed and with your mother blasting your phone every five minutes (“The food is getting cold, [Name]!”), it was unfortunately time to go home. You mutually decided with Taeyong to walk together, remembering how you all lived in the same street. Jitae and Hyunseok led the two of you, walking further ahead as they were too engrossed in their own little world much like you were with Taeyong.

“This is our house.” You all stopped to a halt when you arrived at a brick home, surrounded by a pretty garden like most of the houses around there were and with of course – the bakery just by its side. Taeyong coughed and scratched the back of his head. “Maybe, you know, you and Jitae-ah should swing by next time when I’m working.”

You held eye contact with him much longer than necessary, your heart lurching out of your chest as the both of you held the same cheesy grins. The two kids stared up the two of you in confusion and Jitae whispered to Hyunseok, all while giving you suspicious glances but right now you really couldn’t care less.

After containing yourself all day, you reached over and pinched his reddened cheeks. You chuckled, “I’d love to, Taeyong.”

[mystic-scripture]

#2 for your darlings Spendy ❤️

Aww you enable me so! ❤️️😘❤️️😘 (Also fully gonna admit I don't usually write smut so we'll see where this goes.)

2. moving around while kissing, stumbling over things, pushing each other back against the wall/onto the bed

Wendy paced her living room in a panic when a mere twenty minutes ago she had been peacefully sleeping. In fact, she was still in her pajama's, despite her impending company, but she didn't care, instead her mind was reeling. She thought they were past this, that he'd was clean. There hadn't been any incidents in weeks. Then she gets a call at two in the morning saying he needs to see here, no context, no explanation, just a can I come over and the dial tone after the affirmative. How could she not have said yes? He sounded so vulnerable, so worrisome, she had to make sure he was okay.

At the sound of hesitant knocks on her door, Wendy turned, effectively pausing her thoughts as she went to answer it. Standing in the door, was a panting, and panicked looking Reid. Her coworker, that yes upon occasion she slept with, but that was just to keep him off the drugs and for the two of them to let of steam from their exorbitantly stressful job. Though this week had been pretty laid back, mostly desk work, and a couple of smaller, happier ending cases.

"Spe-mm!"

Wendy was abruptly ended in asking after him, instead met with both hands cupping her face and his lips meeting her feverishly, slowly moving them into the apartment. Blinking away her surprise, not so much at the kiss itself, he was known to be quite dominant in that field, but the fact that there was silence before hand. She barely allowed him to make it through the doorway before shoving him to the side, hastily closing the door and leaning against it cautiously.

"What the hell, Spencer?" This was a rule, they never started things this way, they talked first, tried to find other ways of curbing the mental roller coaster that told him narcotics were the answer. She watched as he finally caught his breath, having lost any air he'd gained in the kiss.

"Right sorry, wasn't thinking." He shook his head, taking his own turn to pace the room, though unlike Wendy he could cross it in a mere few paces were it took her twice as many.

"The great Dr. Reid not thinking? Didn't know that could happen." She scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest and rubbing at the sleeves of her sleepwear. "Want to try that again?"

"Uh yeah...sure." He stopped, moving to the couch and settling there.

He didn't say anything at first, his hands dancing along his knees as if trying to write out what he was going to say beforehand. Normally, she was fine with that, it was part of his personality, but tonight, it was taking longer than usual. This caused questions to stick and stir in her mind. Was he calling it off? Had someone from the team found them? Or worse: had he found her out? Had he discovered the secret she'd hidden from herself far longer that she'd been hiding it from him? The silence took so long that she slowly crossed the space between them to sit on the coffee table in front of him. Still not garnering a response, she placed a hand over his, effectively stopping he tic.

"Hey, it's me." She murmured, using her other hand to direct his chin and gaze to her. "Since when could you not talk to me?"

"Talking to you's not the problem, Wren." He answered, slipping into his pet name for her; another rule broken. "Well it is, but it's more of the lack of talking we do and how after a while I've-"

"Since when do we not talk?" She pulled away, growing more and more weary of this conversation. "First you call me at two o'clock in the morning, making me panic, now you're spitting nonsense, what's going on?"

"I'm attracted to you." He stated, deadpan and without a trace of emotion in his face. "Like, really attracted to you."

She couldn't stop the bubble of laughter that burst from her lips, waving her hands in front of her to try and salvage the situation. "I know that, silly. It's what makes this whole friends with benefits thing works."

"And do you know the statistics them?" He asked, "Of those relationships?"

"Of course I do, I wouldn't have suggested this if I hadn't done my research." Wendy scoffed, the dread sticking in the back of her throat. "Is that what you called me for? To discuss stats and logistics at two am?"

"Not exactly..." he licked his lips, leaning forward to look deep into her eyes. "I know the odds, and I know what we said, but I can't leave until I know where you l stand in them. Based on what I've gathered, I think I already know my answer, But I need to hear it from you."

"Spencer, what..." She stood, moving away from him to stand at her door, hand on the knob. No way was this happening tonight, not when she wasn't read, and certainly not when she was in her pajamas. "If all you're going to do is speak in riddles, then you can leave, not everyone here can operate at all hours of the day. I mean seriously, did you chug an coffee on the way here?"

"Not needed." He shook his head, standing and stalking over to her. "The anticipation alone kept me up."

The gleam in his eyes was intoxicatingly familiar, but she knew it was a trap. The Spencer on the phone was nothing like the one she welcomed into her house. He had played her, and she fell for the trap; hook, line, and sinker.

Spencer stopped just short of her, looking down at her as he used his towering height to his advantage. Usually at work she at least had the heels to help, but instead, she was flat footed, and shivering from the sudden heat that came with his proximity. She gulped, quirking an eyebrow at him to goad him on, not trusting the strength of her voice.

"You answered after the second ring, inviting me here without hesitation." He started, his tone becoming smug as he analysed her. "And while you initially pushed me away, you barely waited before finding a way to touch me again. There's also the fact that you always seem to be wearing one of my shirts whenever I find you in pajamas."

"God damn it it is too late, or too early for this!" She burst out, her breaking point rearing it's ugly head out of nowhere. "Either get to the point or leave!"

She brushed pasts him, making her way to back to her bed, hoping to just go back to sleep and realize this was all a strange fever dream. However, the tight grasp of Spencer's hand around her wrist hurt just enough for know it wasn't. Pulling away, she swung around to face him. Before she could demand any answers, his expression softened, closing the distance between them slowly, his hand tracing the fibers of her-correction his- shirt.

"Just tell me, Gwen..." He pleaded, his voice returning to the desperate tone from the phone. "Do you have feelings for me?"

Finally done with feeling powerless, Wendy pushed his hands away from her, balling up both fists in the chest of his shirt. "Ya know for someone who plays the shy smart guy, you are one hell of a narcissist."

And then she kissed him, not giving two shits if it contradicted her statement. Reaching up on her toes, she pulled him down roughly to meet her lips. The jig was up, he'd figured it out, and honestly it felt damn good not to hold back anymore. Soon, hormones took over, and he responded instantaneously , hands on her hips as he guided her backwards. Neither of them were looking anymore, lost in the sensation of the other. Her hip bumped a bookshelf, and his shoulder knocked a hanging plant, but nothing stopped them.

Her fingers detangled themselves from his shirt only to brush the cardigan from his shoulders, and fumble at his buttons.His hands found her neck, cupping it in the span of both hands, and pulling her closer to him. She stumbled into the door frame of her room, grunting in pain, which only served to grant Spencer access to her tongue. Fighting against him, trying to gain some for of control for once, Wendy swiveled roughly, turning him so that she was now the one leading, taking the three steps before shoving him, his knees colliding with the bed.

He let out a puff of hair,his back hitting the mattress, but he barely had a chance to shift before Wendy crawled over him, placing kisses where she'd managed to expose his chest, and giving small nibbles along his skin as she moved closer to his face. The feeling of that paired with the cold chill from her small hands created a feral groan deep in his throat, his hands tucking under her arms to flip them, quickly replacing them at her hips to keep her pinned. She let out a small squeak of surprised, but was soon letting out gasps as he moved to kiss at her thighs.

He nipped at the skin, causing her to tremble under him, which only encouraged him more, his hands drifting to the hem of her shirt. Taking the hint, she lifted her arms to help him remove it, her hands searching for him, goosebumps erupting from the cold of his absence. Taking her hands in one of his, she held them above her head as he slowly kissed his way up her stomach. He left open mouthed kisses everywhere, kissing and licking his way up to her neck where he stopped to pay special attention to her pulse point. 

Wendy took his distraction with the task to twist her hands free, finishing the job on his shirt and letting her hands roam in s sides and back. Soon they both were trying to remove any and all space between them, him by pulling at the small of her back, and her by digging her nails into his shoulders. Soon what little clothing of hers was gone, and she’d managed to remove a decent amount of his. They stayed like that, entwined together, and melting into each others touch when she finally pulled herself away. 

“I uh...I don’t know if you noticed.” She gasped, struggling for air as she brushed some of his hair from his face. “But the answer is yes.” 

“Yeah.” Spencer smiled, his face brightening with the expression. “Yeah, I think I figured that out.” 

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shawn meets... | aria

SUMMARY: in the life of a rockstar, shawn mendes comes across some unique people. sometimes, things stray from the norm. (AU, shawn x every one of my oc’s)(continuation of goth gf)

AN: time jump lmao. sry in advance.

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Eight months later.

Shawn was beyond tired. Shawn was not allowed to be tired. Shawn, the sun has almost gone down and we still have so much to do today! Stop sleeping and pay attention!

Honestly, nobody was keeping track of how many interviews had been done today. Shawn should have kept track, that way he would know how many were left before he was done for the day. He was only half listening to what his manager Andrew was saying.

“A lot of Internet stars want you these days,” he said. “This girl was the only one who had something interesting to do with you. Good thing you stayed in your sweats today.”

Oh yeah. A majority of the interviews Shawn did today were done over the phone. For some goddamn reason, he and his whole team had to move from place to place for each one. This was annoying, and this was Hollywood, apparently. At least he didn’t have to change for this interview, whatever it was going to be.

Andrew was leading the team through a plaza somewhere in Los Angeles. Shawn was just on autopilot at this point. He took a dinner break a couple of hours ago, but he just wanted to be done already. He wanted to go to bed, even if he wasn’t planning on sleeping. He couldn’t really sleep these days, and it was by choice.

The team stopped in front of a door that said “DANCE STUDIO” in white letters. As usual, Andrew made Shawn wait outside with Jake the bodyguard while the rest of the team went inside. It was a moment to let things sink in and breathe while he was almost alone. Shawn had to put on his happy mask once again, even if it was the last thing he felt.

“How you holding up?” Jake asked, watching him carefully.

Shawn knew what he was asking, but shrugged it off. “Just a little tired.”

“Nightmare,” he said with a nod.

“What? No, I don’t have those anymore.”

“I wasn’t asking, I’m telling you.”

He stayed quiet. It’s not like anything could be done about it right now. There’s other things to worry about. Andrew always told Shawn just to not think about it. Think about happier things, like walking into this damn studio.

Andrew came out of the room after a few minutes, gesturing for them to enter. Here goes another round of answering the same questions he’s been asked all day.

There were two studio lights stood on either side of a camera set up in front of the mirrors that spanned across the wall. It wasn’t the huge Hollywood set up he had gotten used to. There were chairs lined up against the wall away from the camera, and there was no crew either, just two girls handling everything. The life of YouTubers.

A blonde girl in glasses was fixing the lens on the camera, but she looked up and smiled at Shawn when he entered the room. The other girl with curly brown hair was doing the splits in the middle of the hardwood floor. She looked up as well, and was quick to get up and greet him.

"Hi! I'm Aria Mercer, it's so nice to meet you!"

Aria was very short, given that her head was tilted up to look Shawn in the eyes. She was in red sweats and a One Direction tee, making him feel better about his drab appearance.

"And I'm Sophie Jensen!" said the blonde as she approached the group. "We've heard so much about you! We love your music!"

Shawn grinned. "Thank you, it's nice to meet you too."

"So, you showed up in the appropriate attire, that's good," Aria said. "You ready to dance?"

Shawn's eyes widened. "That's what we're doing?"

"Your people didn't tell you?" Aria shot a mock disappointed look to his team, who had all collectively went to sit in the chairs against the wall. "But yeah, I'll be teaching you a few simple moves. Nothing dangerous or strenuous."

Sophie went back to the camera, looking into the viewfinder and pressing a button. "It's recording. Whenever you guys are ready."

For once, Shawn was glad Brian wasn't here to witness this. Lucky bastard got to go back to the hotel early. Still, he was going to see this in the foreseeable future, and that was enough to make Shawn nervous.

"Gotta warn you," he said to Aria, "I'm a huge klutz."

"It's okay, we'll have fun!" she reassured, and she reached over to rub his arm.

Her tiny hand left so many tingles on his skin. Shawn resisted the urge to scratch it away as Aria greeted the camera.

She didn't obnoxiously project her voice like other YouTubers. She wasn't like the rich socialites who were running the platform these days. She was a dancer, and she was bubbly and full of energy.

"Have you ever danced before?" she asked Shawn.

"I literally fall over twenty times a day," he replied. "Dancing feels out of my element, but I'm down to learning."

Aria giggled. "And you've got me as your teacher, so everything will be okay."

The first thing she taught him was the formation for a simple ballet turn. Shawn learned very quickly that standing on one leg with your toes pointed was challenging, to say the least.

"Okay, stay like that," Aria said, stepping towards him. "Let me fix your posture."

Shawn wanted to laugh, but he would lose his balance. He looked at his reflection in the mirror, Aria circling his body.

"Okay, relax your shoulders," she said, patting the area, "but squeeze your back muscles, it'll keep you straight. And squeeze your butt muscles too, it'll keep your legs straight."

She didn't touch that area, but her tiny hands were low on his hips. "Hm, so broad. You definitely have a dancer's body."

"Thanks?" he strained out.

"Elongate your neck as well, chin up."

His muscles were starting to hurt, clearly not used to having them flexed this way. He quickly gave out and lost the position.

"You do all that just when you turn?" he asked Aria.

"Claro que sí! And that's just the surface. There's spotting so you don't lose balance. And then there's the art of making it looks graceful and effortless."

With that, she did the turn. No, she did a pirouette, maybe five turns in a row. Shawn had a new appreciation for dancers now.

Aria taught him more moves, like the five positions of ballet. They were simple enough, but Shawn felt like his ankle might pop off during fifth position. He felt quite goofy with his arms up in the air, but Aria looked, as she said, graceful.

"And back to fourth, and plie," she said, bending her knees.

It looked easy, Shawn never skipped leg day. But with the position his feet were in, he was far from elegant. He couldn't help but laugh at how ridiculous he looked in the mirror.

"I take it you've danced your whole life?" he asked her.

"I have. And back to first."

"What's, like, the craziest move you can do?" he asked, now curious. He also wanted to see how flexible this girl was.

Aria tapped her finger to her chin as she thought about it. "Huh… good question. A fouette, I think. Either that, or an aerial."

"I have no idea what either of those things are, you have to show me."

An aerial, he quickly learned, is a no handed cartwheel. Aria took three large steps and practically did a front flip. Again, she was graceful as hell and made Shawn feel inadequate even though this wasn't a profession he planned to pursue.

A fouette was an incredibly complex turn that left Aria panting after she did ten in a row. She was a fucking champ.

When the video was done, the team was quick to rush Shawn, surround him, and get him to the next location. For once, he wasn't having it. He was quite taken with Aria after the short 30 minutes he spent with her.

"Wait!" he snapped, yanking his arm out of Jake's grasp. "Can't I thank our lovely host?"

Aria, who had quickly occupied herself by talking to Sophie, looked up in his direction.

"We have to go!" Andrew strictly told him.

"Just give me a minute!" Shawn said back.

With several stern looks, the team backed off. Shawn then approached Aria with more confidence than he should have had after being brutally humbled by the art of dance.

He put on his best smile. "Hey, just wanted to thank you for the experience."

"No problem." She smiled. "Showing people the way of dance is kinda my thing."

"Well, you're really good at it."

"Aw, thanks!"

Shawn looked at her, then at Sophie. Then, he gently took Aria's shoulder and led her away from the other girl. He cleared his throat before speaking again.

"Look, uh, tell me if this is too forward, but… I was wondering if you wanted to come by my hotel later tonight."

Her brown eyes widened, and then she looked down. "Dio mío. ¿En serio?"

Shawn blinked. "You just spoke Spanish."

"Sorry, I'm just a little thrown off. You're being serious?" She was blushing.

"Yeah. Kinda wanna see what else you can do with those legs." He smirked.

"Me va a dar algo," Aria mumbled. Then, she caught herself. "This is crazy."

He tilted his head. "How so?"

She chewed her lip as she looked at him. There was a look in her eyes that held the answer to his request. "You ever had like… a free pass? Like, you and your significant other talk about your crushes and which celebrity you'd go for. You're my free pass."

Shawn raised his eyebrows, flattered. "So that's a yes?"

Confliction spread on her features. "How long are you in town for?"

"I leave tomorrow." His heart started to race.

"I'll message you on Twitter later, okay? I, uh, need to see if I have something already planned."

"We have nothing planned!" called Sophie, obviously eavesdropping.

Aria's cheeks went even more pink as she looked at Shawn. "Okay, I guess I'm free!"

"Awesome. I'll send you the address." Shawn winked, even though he wasn't very good at it.

Still, Aria was beaming as she went back to her friend.

~

The only person who was supportive of this impulsive decision was Brian. It was a good thing Shawn brought him along on this weirdly wonderful journey. Shawn told him everything over dinner with the team, leaving out some details of the dancing part.

Brian high fived his friend. "It's about time you come back to your old self! Shawn the bachelor, revived!"

Shawn couldn't quite remember his old self. He hardly had any time to think about it. Brian sometimes reminded him of that old self, it was good to have him here.

"She was really hesitant," he said, "she might not even show up."

"But you took the initiative, and that's a good sign! Besides, if she ghosts you, it won't be hard to find someone else."

That was mildly comforting. More fish in the sea, and Shawn's sea recently expanded.

"Gotta get under someone to get over someone," Brian added.

Shawn couldn't argue with that. This Aria Mercer girl was a good place to start, given that she was completely different from the last girl he was with. This girl was smaller, and more bubbly. Flexible. Amazing curly hair. Shawn could definitely get down with someone who wears more than just one color.

If only he could find beauty in color again.

It wasn't until he was back in his hotel did Shawn start getting nervous. He sent Aria the address and his room number through a Twitter DM, forgetting to add a cheeky "can't wait to see you." After that, he jumped in the shower. Sure, it was just a measly hookup, but he wanted to be clean at least. He even made the effort to order a bottle of patrón to the room.

The bottle was delivered by the time Aria notified him of her arrival. Shawn thanked the room service person with a crisp twenty and quickly ushered them out. Shawn placed the patrón and two glasses on the table, and then checked his reflection in the mirror.

He took a deep breath to calm his nerves, but still jumped when there was a soft knock on the door. Maybe he should have waited an extra thirty seconds, because Aria still had her fist up when Shawn wandered.

She quickly put her arm down and grinned. "Hey."

"Hi. Come in," Shawn said.

His heart was pounding wildly when the two of them were officially shut inside the hotel room. Aria walked in front of him, making him get a look at her bare legs in tiny pink shorts. She placed her tiny backpack on one of chairs at the table.

Shawn noticed the golden lightning bolt and two clear circles on the pack, piquing his interest.

"You like Harry Potter?"

"Hm? Yeah!" Aria said. "I'm obsessed."

"What house are you?"

"Hufflepuff! You?"

Of course the first girl he hooks up with in months is the same Hogwarts house as-

"Gryffindor," he replied.

"Cool."

Silence fell between the two of them as they stood in front of the bed. Aria looked around the room, biting her nails. Shawn couldn't figure out how to step into the next part of this night. He wasn't typically nervous or awkward, but that was only because before this, he was getting intimate with the same person consistently. There was no reason to be nervous then.

"So, uh…" he trailed off.

"Do we just…?" Aria asked, taking a few steps closer.

Neither of them remembered hookups being this awkward.

"Do you want a drink?" Shawn asked, but Aria spoke over him.

"Come closer."

So he did, feeling his heart in his throat. Nervous energy radiated all over, it was almost suffocating. It wasn't the fun type of nervous.

"Closer," Aria said softly.

There was an inch of space left between them. Shawn was looking at her, but she wouldn't return the gaze. He gently placed his hands on her upper arms, slowly moving his head closer, bending more than usual given the height difference. This was like a bandaid that needed to be ripped off. Once that was done, then everything else could come naturally.

"I can't do this," Aria said when their noses were touching, her voice slicing through the silence like a knife.

He moved back, removing himself from her completely. His body suddenly felt much less tense, almost relieved. Before he could even think of anything to say, Aria kept talking.

"I thought I could do it because you're my free pass, and you're insanely gorgeous. But I need to be honest - I have a boyfriend."

Shawn felt his stomach drop. "You-"

"But he gave me his blessing!" Aria frantically interrupted. "I texted him, and he sent me a voice clip of his approval! You can listen if you don't believe me!"

She hurried to her Hogwarts bag, opening up the zipper and digging inside. Meanwhile, Shawn sat down on the bed, his mind spiraling.

He wouldn't have been able to do this either. Come to think of it, he wasn't even that attracted to Aria. He hardly knew her, apart from the fact that she posts dancing videos on YouTube. Hell, he didn't even think about what he wanted to do with her, he just went through the motions.

Aria turned back to Shawn, phone in hand. She stopped in her tracks, noticing his hunched shoulders. "Are you okay?"

Shawn didn't really speak of the ache in his heart to anyone. Again, there was just no time. Sometimes he was tempted to call Camila on the rare days off, but she was just as busy these days. He thought about texting Alessia, but she didn't speak to him anymore. Shawn didn't talk about it, but keeping it in wasn't doing it anymore.

"You were honest with me, so I owe you just the same," he began. "I only wanted to do this because I'm going through a breakup."

He expected her to scoff, or make some comment about how pathetic he is, but Aria simply sat down next to him. Her brown eyes were soft and sympathetic.

"Getting over someone by getting under someone." She echoed Brian's words. "I've been there."

"Hey, I'm sorry for putting you in this position-"

"It's okay," she said, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, I did the same thing when I was twenty years old. Actually, the guy I'm dating now was one of my rebounds."

Shawn cleared his throat. "Is that how you ended up together?"

"Nah, that's a whole other story. But while we're being honest, I have to tell you. Sleeping around isn't gonna heal your broken heart. A wise man once said that numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it."

Ain't that the fucking truth. Shawn felt the ache deep in his bones. It hurt so much it knocked the wind out of him.

"Did you love that person?" Aria asked after a moment.

Shawn couldn't stop himself. "I was so in love with her. She was the first person I ever loved, and it was everything I could have asked for."

"And it feels like you'll never find that again," Aria continued, rubbing his back.

Shawn nodded and took a breath. "Look, I'm sorry I'm dumping this on you. This is probably the opposite of what you expected to happen."

To his surprise, she grinned. "You're lucky I'm nice and have a need to protect heartbroken individuals. If you had hit up my friend Sophie, she would have kicked you while you were down. Besides, sometimes it's just easier to vent to a stranger."

Well, she wasn't wrong about that. Shawn felt more ramblings bubbling up the longer he sat with her. So maybe he would end up spending the night with Aria Mercer.

"Tell me about you, though," he told her. "I don't want this whole thing to be depressing."

The two of them sat up against the headboard, chatting for a while. Shawn learned a little bit more about Aria. She's been dancing since she was a toddler, but she took a hiatus from it after graduating high school. Her favorite color is red, she's a Virgo, and she graduated from that fancy university for vloggers two years prior. That's where she met her first love.

"I got really lucky that the first guy I dated was my first real love," she explained.

"The guy you're with now?" Shawn asked.

"No. That's Joe. My first love was named Dan," she said. "I gotta say, it's been almost five years since we broke up - and I'm very happy with Joe - but a small part of me is still soft for my ex."

Shawn nodded his head as he listened. "Why did you guys break up?"

Aria opened her mouth to answer, but she gave him a look. "You first."

"Fine, but we're opening that patrón."

She giggled. "Okay. I'll pour the glasses, you start talking."

For a moment, Shawn thought about it, thought about Ann. He hasn't seen her since the breakup. He has been back to Toronto in the four months they've been apart, but he never went looking for her. Why would he?

"She… she's insanely private," he began as Aria returned to the bed with two glasses. "She didn't want me talking about her in interviews, or even to my friends. I mean, people in our circle knew about us, but she always thought I was going to tell everyone her secrets or something."

"So paranoia was the cause?"

"I wouldn't say paranoia. I know she wanted her privacy, and I tried very hard to respect it. But people still managed to find her social media and some went to the extent of following us around in public."

Aria made a face. "Oof. I know what that's like."

"Yeah. I kept waiting for her to ask me to stay before they flew me out here. Kept waiting for her to tell me to drop everything and stay with her. But she never did. She pushed me to pursue this, and she chose to stay behind."

"That shows that she really loved you. She wouldn't let you give up all of this for her. We all make sacrifices for our careers."

Those words sunk in as they both took a drink. Shawn screwed his eyes shut momentarily as the bitter taste consumed him.

"Isn't all of this supposed to be worth it?" he wondered. "I know she's not the only girl out there, and she was incredibly different from me. But I haven't gotten the studio time I was promised. I haven't written a song in weeks. All I've been doing are photoshoots and interviews!"

Aria shifted in her seat, kicking off her shoes. "Hey, it will be worth it! Look, me and my ex broke up for kinda the same thing. He's also a YouTuber, and he was gonna go on tour. He asked me to go with him, to drop out of uni, but we were already falling apart. I just knew there wouldn't be room for me in his world. So we broke up, and I stayed in school. In that time, I formed a dance group, I got to interview one of my favorite bands, and I protested the shutdown of our campus."

Shawn took another sip of his glass. "Have you talked to your ex since?"

"Nope! Actually, he came out as gay last year, and I sent him a congratulatory tweet. He didn't reply." She chuckled sheepishly before draining her glass.

The two of them looked at each other for a moment. Then, Aria made a face, screwing up her eyes.

“We’re not pretending that this is good, right?” She held up her glass.

“Hey, it cushions the blow,” Shawn replied.

She scoffed and began typing on her phone. “You like slushies? Tacos? I’m postmating Taco Bell.”

Soon enough, they were munching on a 12-pack of mediocre tacos and putting patrón in their large Mountain Dew slushies. The mood lightened a lot quicker, and soon they were talking about other things. Soon, Shawn was laughing and half the patrón was gone. Boundaries and walls were coming down.

“What band did you interview?” Shawn asked.

“Five sauce,” Aria said. “It wasn’t even an interview. I made a dance to one of their songs and taught it to them. It was a jokey-joke video, but I got to talk to them and thank them for making amazing music.”

She pulled up the video on her phone and showed it to him. It was pretty hilarious to see the members of 5 Seconds of Summer try to dance as well as Aria did. It was like the video she did with Shawn today.

“I wanna meet them,” he said wistfully. “And I wanna meet Niall Horan.”

Aria gasped. “I love One Direction! Is Niall your favorite?”

“Honey, you have no idea.”

They talked about celebrity crushes. Aria’s were Demi Lovato, Liam Payne, and, still, Shawn.

“And I still didn’t make the cut,” he joked.

Aria smacked him shoulder. “We got this far. But evidently, I love my mans too much.”

“More than your ex?”

“Oh yeah.” Aria grinned to herself.

“You said his name is Joe, right? Is he a YouTuber too?”

That was when they fell down a YouTube rabbit hole. Aria showed Shawn her boyfriend’s videos, the ones she was in prior to their relationship. Apparently, they were friends for five years before becoming an item last fall.

“I don’t wanna talk too much about my love life, though,” she said. “Y’know, knowing that yours is…”

Shawn waved it off. “Hey, I’m feeling a buzz. I love love, even if I don’t have it. Tell me, girl.”

Aria thought for a moment. “Okay, here’s a fun fact. Me and Joe saw Bella’s video that had you in it.”

He gasped softly. “Really?”

“Uh-huh! So Joe looked you up on Spotify and, and it was raining too! We had a cozy day with blankets and kissing and stuff and we listened to your music. And…” She paused, smiling softly. “When You’re Ready was playing the first time I told him that I love him.”

“Dude… that’s fucking beautiful.” Shawn placed a hand on his chest and sniffed. “I wrote that song about my ex.”

Aria scoffed. “Well, now it’s about me and Joe! It’s a Jaria song!”

Shawn was going to remember that. It’s a Jaria song.

“Why don’t you just go to him now?” he asked her.

“He lives in London,” she replied. “I want to live with him, but neither of us can agree on a place to live. He likes it hot, I like it cold. I don’t wanna be too far from family. We’ve still got our careers to think about.”

“But you were going to hook up with me?”

“Because he told me I can! Look!” She picked up her phone again and played a voice clip.

A male, British voice filled the room. “Well, how often do you get to say you fucked Shawn Mendes? Go on, love, have your fun. But if Dianne ever comes round again, I’m shooting my shot!”

“Who’s Dianne?” Shawn asked.

Aria waved it off. “No one. But do you see? I was telling you the truth. Joe and I fucked a lot in the past and fucked other people too! It’s kind of an open relationship, or… it was. I need to talk to him about that now.”

“Wow…” A memory came to mind. “My ex wanted to fuck one of the girls from Little Mix.”

Aria sat up on her knees. “I love Little Mix! I’ve choreographed so many dances to their songs!”

“Show me!”

If Aria was sober she might not have done it. She stood up in front of the bed and performed little snippets to four different Little Mix songs. She was so passionate and happy. If only she was single, and if only Shawn wasn’t hung up on some flowers…

~

They didn’t sleep together, but they shared a bed. They both woke up early the next morning to loud knocking on the door. Having been through this for a few months, Shawn didn’t have to guess what it was. He was probably running late to something, or the team was just in a hurry to get the day started.

“I’m sorry,” Shawn sleepily mumbled. “You’re gonna face my manager.”

“Fun,” she mumbled back.

She rolled out of bed quicker than he had anticipated. She grabbed her shoes and stumbled to her Harry Potter bag on the table. Then, she gave Shawn a salute.

“See ya round, rockstar.”

“Hey,” Shawn called as he sat up. “Thanks for sticking around. I know you didn’t have to, and I really appreciate it.”

She smiled. “Let me know when you’re in LA or London or something. Maybe you’ll get to meet Joe.”

“Yeah, I’ll let you know.”

“And listen, don’t let your people push you around all the time. They work for you. Demand more studio time if-”

More sharp knocks. Aria sighed.

“You have more power than you think,” she continued. “Demand more studio time. Demand counseling if you really need it. Don’t let them take advantage of you.”

Shawn nodded, feeling a pit in his stomach. “Thank you, Aria.” He stood up and went for a hug, his chin barely touching the top of her head. Who knew a girl that small could be so powerful?

Anyway, Aria made a quick but polite greeting to Andrew as she exited the hotel room. As soon as she was gone, the team filled her absence. Tiffany walked in pulling a clothing rack with today’s outfit choices. Anna came in with her bag of makeup and hair products, gesturing for Shawn to come sit in the chair by the table. Jake walked in looking strong and mighty as hell. Brian was the last one to enter, two coffees in hand.

He had an eager grin on his face as he approached his friend. “How was she?” he asked, handing him a coffee.

Before Shawn could answer, Andrew piped up.

“Speaking of women,” he said, “since you want to get over someone, we got someone else for you to theoretically get under. I talked to Justin on the phone last night, and he thinks it’s time everyone saw the romantic side of Shawn Mendes.”

“I don’t want a girlfriend,” Shawn said. “Actually, I have some stuff I wanna talk to you about.”

Andrew said nothing as he typed on his phone. When he finished that tasked, he disregarded everything his client had said. “You’ll like this girl. She’s a friend of yours, after all.”

next chapter

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An AU I Think (Side Effects)

Alright so I've never done one of these before but this has been haunting me for days now. So here's the thing: what if the ninja (and by extension all elemental masters) suffered side effects from their powers?

Starting with our fire lord Kai:

The drawback for him is that his fire makes him have a short fuse so to speak.

Like it could be something as passive as a leaf falling in his hair just after he did it and he will freaking explode (not literally of course).

"What the hell?! I spent an entire hour doing my hair and this stupid freaking leaf just-" *cue massive flame up* (The Bounty almost gets burnt down a lot)

He hates it though because he knows it's usually nothing big and he shouldn't even be mad in the first place but he can't let things like that go, no matter how much he wants to. Not without throwing a fiery tantrum first that is.

This of course makes it soooo hard for him to even be around the others or anyone for that matter because he lives in constant fear that his explosive and uncontrollable anger towards the simplest of things will result in someone being seriously hurt.

He avoids Zane like the plague outside of missions because of this. (You'll see why)

Speaking of Zane, our beloved snowflake, the boi is as cold as ice. In more ways than one you see.

Not only does he have a hard time connecting with anyone (humane, mechanical and otherwise), but he is plagued with a feeling of deep, freezing cold.

No matter what he does, he can't warm up and because of this, he often wears a lot of layers.

To everyone else though, he's average in temperature.

He gets along well enough with plants and animals since they don't require conversation or too much attention.

The never ending cold really gets to him though. If he isn't monitored, he will do things like sticking a limb in a flaming hot oven or worse- purposefully make Kai flare up.

*pushes Kai* "You should really watch where you're going." *Kai does the big snap*

Jay has to fix and replace parts on his person due to direct exposure to Kai's intense fire while Kai holes himself up, swimming in guilt with Cole trying to make him feel better.

And when that fails, he often lowers the temperature in their entire base so they can feel as cold as he does too. He usually feels a flare of guilt a few minutes in and stops.

Jay, the lovable cinnamon roll cannot. Stop. Talking.

His mind goes a mile a second and he just. Can't. Stop.

He tries to lessen his time with being around the others because he knows he's annoying, jumping from one topic to another in the span of a few seconds to the point where it's impossible to keep up a conversation with him.

Be careful when touching because he's always charged up. He zapped several of the ninja and innocent bystanders on accident.

Sleep is so hard for him because he can't get his mind to shut up long enough to fall asleep.

On bad days, he can be found on the nearest roof, digging into his scalp until it bleeds and muttering to himself. Aside from Lloyd, Nya finds him most of the time and help bring him down enough so he'll stop trying to scratch his brain out.

Dearest Nya. After unlocking her true potential, she becomes so mellow. Absolutely nothing phases her.

Kai's having an explosive episode? That's cool. Zane nearly melts his arm off? Radical. Jay spent three days doing half projects without a lick of sleep? Neat!

She. Freaking. Hates. It.

But like everyone else, she can't do anything to stop it. Deep inside, she just wants to scream because she can't show that she actually cares properly.

Which makes her ideal in getting Jay to calm down because he could talk for days about 100k things and it wouldn't phase her. She would just nod and sometimes interject to show him a cool water trick.

Despite that, she just can't seem to take anything seriously, despite how desperately she wants to. Part of this is the reason Cole tries to keep his distance.

Precious rock boi Cole. Everyone thinks he has it easy. He doesn't have fiery tantrums or can't connect to people or can't stop thinking or can't take things seriously. But that doesn't mean he doesn't suffer still.

His problem is stubbornness. Once he sets his mind to something, that's it.

"What time is it Cole?" "It's 1am." "I think you mean 1pm." "No. AM." "Dude, the sun is out." "Which is exactly why it's AM and not pm!" "No dude. You've got it wrong-" "Think what you want to but it's freaking AM and that's that." *stalks off, ground rumbling with each step* (an actual conversation with Nya)

He knows he's wrong about most things (because first thoughts/impressions stick) but he just can't admit it for the life of him. And what makes it so much worse is that when he gets into one of these arguments with the Ninja and he decides he's going to be mad at them, he can't not be mad at them ever since.

He's reluctantly furious with Nya because she doesn't give in like most of the others do to spare him. She keeps going, proving him wrong when he knows he is but can't utter a word to say he is.

The only ones he can still talk to without being mad is Wu, Jay (he isn't able to stay on topic long enough to prove Cole wrong), Kai (who does everything in his power to avoid arguments) and Lloyd.

LLOYD MY GOLDEN CHILD. Oh boy, he does the big suffer. So, Lloyd's problem is having. Too. Much. Energy!

He feels like he's on a sugar rush 25/8.

He has to keep moving, has to keep burning energy or else his energy will build up and his powers will go haywire. (Last time, his powers blasted the mast clean off the Bounty and it landed a few yards away from the ship. Luckily, they were docked.)

Morning, mid-day and nightly runs are a thing when they're on land.

Insomnia. Panda eyes. Jitters. The big depression he hides from everyone.

He just keeps going until he passes out. All the ninja take turns carrying him to bed when he does. (He once fell asleep half over the railings on the Bounty. While they were flying.

Some flare-ups are the result from his frustration. He can't even play videogames because they aren't engaging enough! He can't do anything that requires staying still for more than two minutes and it makes him so sick and tired he just- may have accidentally destroyed one of Jay's half projects laying around. (Luckily he doesn't mind)

Avoids sweets like the plague, despite his longing to have even one. He doesn't need any more energy. In extension, he sometimes purposely misses meals.

Despite his problems, he tries his best to help the others out. He doesn't talk much around Cole but he listens and while he couldn't go near Kai during his flare-ups, he does invite him to train or go running with him to take his kind off things. He knows Nya really cares and makes sure to let her know he knows that. He brings Zane small cactai and other small plants as well. He also lets Jay talk his ears off and while it does get confusing, the challenge of keeping up with his conversations takes a lot of his focus and energy (which he's grateful for).

He also helps them all pull it together for a mission where they can remind themselves why they go through the things they do instead of passing their powers over to someone else and being free of it all.

In return, they do everything they can for him and while he appreciates it, some things restrict him and cause energy build up. (ie, doing laundry for once puts a huge hole in his messy schedule to keep him moving.) He encourages them not to most times.

Bonus:

Our favorite Sensei. Garmadon (sorry Wu ily2) has to destroy things. Not as often as he needs to with the evil gone from his body but it's still a need to prevent his powers from building up.

To solve this without causing actual damage, he brings bubble wrap everywhere. Everywhere. He stashes them all over his monastery too. There's even some in his staff.

When he runs out (he never does but if he should), he takes to crushing pebbles instead.

Wu can't help but laugh seeing his brother so focused on popping individual plastic bubbles but also makes sure he never runs out as well.

Now our just as favourite Sensei Wu of course has the reverse problem. He needs to keep creating.

This is where the Tea comes in. He creates several different blends done several different ways so he's never drinking the same tea done the exact same way twice.

If he can't do that then his Nin-Jo (his staff) also doubles as a sort of puzzle. (Half of it at least). It has several tiny sections you can twist and turn to create different clicking sounds and combinations. He hasn't run out of combinations yet but he only uses it for emergencies.

As for his students, he has already gotten a gist of what the previous elemental masters went through (getting them all together for the first serpentine war was hell!), so he knows how to avoid certain incidents. Alas, he is only one old man (a very, very old man) and he cannot stop everything. He does have a special tea brew that calms their emotions enough to help prevent a flare up (but they can only have one cup a day else it represses their emotions completely and the effects only lasts about 4-5 hours. He calls it ClariTea) and a reverse version to increase emotions for Nya (He calls it EmotionaliTea). He's still looking into a tea that'll help Zane get warm as he is the only one who he hasn't been able to help (since ClariTea would make him even more distant and EmotionaliTea would most likely fuel the side of him that wants others to feel what he feels and that would be very bad).

He does have difficulty sleeping but not because of his powers. It weighs on his conscious heavily that his students have to suffer for Ninjago to be safe. How can he sleep peacefully while his students suffer after all?

He soon recruits Mistaké's help in curing the side effects of their elemental powers but nothing is forthcoming so far.

That's it for now. It's not the best but if you guys have questions, feel free to let me know and I'll answer as best as I can! If you have additions, I'd love to hear them too!

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Party Pooper (e.d. & g.d.)

Summary: @love-youu-softly​ suggested that I write about a situation in which the reader is jealous of other girls and this is how I decided to write out that vision. I hope I did it justice!

A/N: I’m sorry that it’s taken me over a week to post a second imagine! I’m a full time senior undergrad student, so I’ve had a hellishly busy schedule this semester. Regardless, I will try to post content as often as I possibly can! The feedback that I got on “Love Fest” is truly astounding and I thank everyone so much for their kind words! Hope this one doesn’t disappoint either!

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 “Will there be any dogs at the party?” I ask, absentmindedly pointing my feet toward my bedroom ceiling, back cushioned by the soft comforter draped over my mattress. My cell phone is on speaker, so my fingers are free to draw mindless shapes into the cushy fabric as I await a response.

 “Probably not. He happens to care that I’m allergic, so I think he said that the dog’ll be at a friend’s for the night,”comes Grayson’s reply in regards to our friend who’s hosting the party. I roll my eyes. It’s amazing to me, sometimes, that he claims to be the least dramatic out of he and his twin brother. “Why do you care if there’s gonna be a dog there, anyway? I’ll be there and I’m all you need. I’m way better than a dog,” he continues and I huff out a mock-dramatic breath. Really, I’m silently marveling over how pronounced his New Jersey accent has become in the span of just a few short sentences. It’s so cute and it always sneaks up on him and he never seems to notice.

 “Grayson,” I cut him off before he can continue his rambling.

 “What?” he asks, faux-sour attitude seeping through the speaker.

 “I’ve never heard a stronger New Jersey accent in my life. In my whole, entire life,” I emphasize and I hear Ethan’s sudden burst of laughter shortly afterward.

 “I’m hanging up now,” is all Grayson says, but even through the phone I can hear his smile. Ethan’s still laughing.

 “Okay, okay. I’m sorry,” I pretend to apologize as I click my acrylic nails rhythmically against one another. Grayson and I are currently - well, we’re supposed to be - in the middle of a conversation regarding a party that he, Ethan and I have been invited to tonight that’s scheduled to kick off in a few hours’ time. “Back to what you were saying before. About the attire,” I attempt to steer the conversation back on track.

 “Yes, as I was saying: I think I’m gonna wear that new shirt you bought me, the cropped one. And my jeans. And you’d look really hot in that pink shirt. The one with-“ he starts, only for Ethan to interject.

 “The one with the little bows that criss-crosses on her chest! Ah, dude, yes. That one’s so hot!” he blurts out and I hear the distinct sound of what’s most certainly the twins’ palms meeting in a high-five. I outwardly scoff at their boyish antics, but I internally pat myself on the back for snagging that pink shirt online a few weeks prior.

 “Anyway,” Grayson addresses me again, “we’re planning on getting there at around 11:30. So we’ll pick you up at 10:45?” he proposes.

 “Sounds good to me! See you in,” I pause to check the time, “two hours.”

 “And before you go,” Grayson quickly cuts in, “just know that you’re staying at our’s tonight. And the next night. And probably the night after that.” I pretend like my heart doesn’t speed up at the demand.

 “Yes, sir,” I respond drily and I hear him hum in satisfaction at the term I’ve chosen.

 “Don’t start something you can’t finish,” is all he responds and then he pauses, letting it linger between us. I bite my bottom lip. I hate when they do this. The twins have a tendency to be very suggestive and I know they’re joking, or at least I think they are. And it just further blurs the lines that are already blurred between us.

 I realize that I’ve let the silence linger for a while by opting out of a reply. Before I can fumble out a response, Grayson takes over again. “See you soon, baby,” he says before I hear the three beeps indicating that the call has been ended. I’ve just about chewed the skin off of my lower lip at this point. Through this phone call, alone, I can deduce that this night is sure to be long and eventful.

 The party is in full swing by the time that we arrive. We take the time to scan our surroundings and the protective presence of Grayson’s hand on my lower back and Ethan’s not too far above his are pleasantly warm to the touch. My arms are crossed, but I want nothing more than to grab onto my boys. Given the rumors that are already circulating about our supposed three-way relationship, however, I figure that it’s best not to draw any more attention to our over-friendliness. Though, having people think that I’m dating two of some of the most gorgeous guys in Los Angeles isn’t that horrible a hassle.

 I take a split second to check out my boys. Grayson’s wearing the crop top I bought for him, as promised, and the maroon fabric is striking against his skin. My eyes trail down over his defined hipbones and hard, flat stomach and tantalizing V-line and I kind of get lost in the sight of him for a moment. So much so that, when my eyes finally find their will to snap back up, Grayson’s smirking knowingly at me. He gives me a very obvious once over of his own and then fixes me with a piercing stare that has me squirming in place.

 I shake my head at him, but my cheeks feel like they’re positively glowing with warmth as I fix my eyes, next, onto Ethan. He’s still scanning the scene, nodding at a few people here and there. I take a moment to admire the scruff that he’s allowed himself to grow out over the past few weeks. His hair looks messy in the sexiest way possible. He’s wearing a white T-shirt that shows off his defined abdomen and strains a bit across his chest. And Ethan in white is just, well. It’s a sight. He dons a pair of black, ripped jeans and the hint of his thigh tattoos peak out teasingly.

 “She’s staring at us, E,” Grayson teases, effectively blowing my cover. I scowl at him and hide my face in my hands as both boys cheekily laugh at my expense. I reach back to shove off both of their hands, throwing up a middle finger for good measure. They laugh in my face and I fight back a smile of my own as I spin around on the spot and begin to make my way through the room. I hear their protests behind me and I turn my head back as I continue to walk away, noticing that they’re approaching while wearing adorable twin pouts. Before they can get too far, a throng of three or four people greet them and they’re caught up in conversation before long.

 I smile to myself before turning back around and scouting out the mini bar. My boys are so popular. Just as I’m thinking this, I hear my name being called and spin around to face a friend of mine that I haven’t seen in much too long. We instantly rush toward each other and meet in a hug.

 “I’ve missed you,” she chirps as we finally separate and before I can even reciprocate, she continues, “are you here with your boy toys tonight?” and she raises a suggestive eyebrow that has me lightly shoving her shoulder, but blushing nonetheless.

 “I don’t know what boy toys you’re referring to, but I am here with Grayson and Ethan,” I confirm, playing off the butterflies in my stomach as nerves and not as the fluttering satisfaction of having someone else call the twins my boy toys. My friend looks unconvinced.

 “Yeah, alright,” she drawls, chuckling jokingly before pointing her thumb over her shoulder, “should we go get drinks?”

 “Thought you’d never ask!” And that’s how we find ourselves grabbing a couple of drinks and then scurrying over to the first available seat, which conveniently happens to offer us a view of the whole room. The perfect people-watching spot. Over the course of several events involving my friend and I both being on the guest list, we’ve come to the unspoken agreement that the best way to enjoy a party is to sit off to the side with a drink and gossip.

 As we settle onto the plush loveseat, people stop by every few minutes to chat and then move along, allowing us to mostly have time to ourselves to catch up. I swill my finger around the rim of my almost-empty glass of wine and register the pleasant buzz engulfing me. I’m genuinely enjoying myself as I shamelessly gaze upon my surroundings. I distantly wonder where the twins have gone, but I figure that they’re likely catching up with friends.

 “Uh, who are they?” comes my friend’s snarky voice from next to me and I quickly turn to face her, silently begging for an explanation for her sudden hostility. She appears to be glaring holes into something ahead of her and she never breaks her gaze as she nods in the direction of what she’s referring to. I follow her line of sight and end up staring at the twins. And the two girls who are being chatted up by them.

 My stomach twists into a knot, on-sight. My jaw tenses immediately. My cheeks are unbearably hot and my whole body feels warm and my skin feels prickly. The fingers of my free hand are involuntarily clenching up to form a small fist. Simply put, I feel without a doubt, undeniably, disgustingly jealous. I watch as Grayson inches slightly closer to the girl on the right as he continues to tell what is so obviously a joke. Ethan stands beside him, chiming in once in a while and I see the girls’ shoulders shake with laughter. My eyes roll back far enough in my head to see my brain.

 I forget, for a moment, that I have company until my friend scoffs beside me. I try my hardest to fix my face just as she’s turning her attention back to me. “Your boyfriends look like they’re having a good time,” she digs, taking another hearty swig of her drink. That’s what I love about her: she teases me until the sun goes down about my relationship with the boys, but she’s always on my side and has my best interest at heart at the end of the day. And in this case, “being by my side” entails staring daggers into the backs of the girls’ heads that are currently demanding all of the twins’ attention.

 “They aren’t my boyfriends. They can talk to other girls if they want. Hell, they could use some girlfriends if you ask me!” I’m laying it on thick in the hopes that my friend won’t detect my wounded, sour mood. “I’m sure those are lovely girls. And the twins deserve some lovely girls,” the bitterness is starting to involuntarily seep into my words. I quickly down the rest of my glass of wine in place of saying anything else incriminating. Against my will, I maintain eye contact throughout my rambling, so as not to give myself away. My friend raises her eyebrows, but shrugs.

 “If you’re okay, I’m okay,” she sounds unconvinced, but I think she can sense that I don’t wish for the conversation to go any further, so she mercifully drops the topic. She selves into something lighter - pop culture, I think; something about Twitter - and I do my best to keep up, but my eyes just can’t seem to drift away from the cozy party of four standing ahead of me. I catch the movement of well-manicured fingers resting gently on Grayson’s bicep. My nostrils flare slightly as I watch Ethan’s eyes drop to one of the girl’s lips every now and then. Both boys are huge on eye contact and it seems that neither of them have blinked in ages.

 I know I’m being ridiculous. Ethan and Grayson aren’t mine to be jealous over, but that doesn’t stop my stomach from folding in on itself as I watch the scene before me unfurl.  Suddenly, I feel uncomfortable in my own skin; embarrassed to be moping on a couch in the middle of a party while my good friends and nothing more, I guess flirt with a couple of girls. What had I expected? For the boys to stay single forever and neglect their love life to be at my beck and call? As I pretend to keep up with the conversation that my friend is providing - and she’s trying so hard, bless her soul - I come to the realization that I have, in fact, expected this. Somewhere deep down, I’ve hoped against hope that I would be number one in the twins’ lives, always.

 A group of familiar faces soon surrounds my friend and I and, before long, they’re filling the empty seats around us. I put on my happiest, I’m-fine-and-totally-not-jealous face and greet them properly. I jovially chime into the conversation here and there for a matter of minutes before I realize that I can no longer keep up this charade. I allow myself to glance in the direction of where the boys were earlier and am none too pleased to find them still there with the same company that they’ve held for the past half hour, at least. I let out a dramatic yawn and cover my mouth halfway through.

 “As you can see, I’m tired. I think I’m gonna call it a night, but I better see you guys again!” I point a finger at the group of people around me, wagging it in a mock-accusatory manner. I’m met with a chorus of Aw, don’t leave’s and Stay’s and You just got here’s and I at least have the decency to act like I don’t actually want to leave. “I know, guys! But we’ll all plan something for next week, okay? Dinner?” I propose and this seems to satisfy the group somewhat.

 My friend who had sat with me through it all and was there to see my mood change knows better and she gives me a sympathetic pout. I find her eye and discreetly wink. When it’s our turn to hug goodbye, she whispers a “text me when you get home,” and I give her an extra squeeze for her concern, promising that I will. With one last wave to my group of friends, I make my way toward the front door but realize midway through that I should probably let the twins know that I’m leaving, which will surely turn into a whole thing. I scowl at the prospect of having to witness their little rendezvous up close, but head in their direction nonetheless.

 As I draw closer to them, I realize that they haven’t even noticed me approaching due to their enthrallment with their little gal pals. For the umpteenth time this evening, I fix my face, this time into a facade of tiredness. I’m damn near standing next to the boys before their attention finally breaks. Ethan is the first to acknowledge me, shuffling over to where I am to throw an arm around my shoulder and scoop me into his side. “Hi, stranger,” he teases, alluding to the fact that we’ve been separated all night. I watch as the girl he’s been speaking to eyes me up. She and her friend look threatened as they gaze upon our comfortable body language.

 When I catch them staring, they quickly fake polite smiles. I fake back a smile of my own and nod my acknowledgment of them, then I look up to address Ethan. “Hi,” I all but sigh, getting thrown off track by those big doe eyes that he’s setting on me right now. The arm that’s hanging limply by my side is soon being hooked by one of Grayson’s arms, causing my attention to shift to him.

 “Is everything okay?” he asks, forever in protective mode, looking me over for any signs of obvious distress. I crack a little smile at that, shaking my head. He visibly relaxes a bit before giving me a little smile of his own. “Good.”

 “I just wanted to let you guys know that I’m heading out early. I’m just beat all of a sudden. But I’ll take an Uber! Text me to let me know you guys made it home safe,” I say, going to gently disentangle myself from them both, but of course, it’s never that easy.

 “I thought you were staying over,” Ethan pipes up, beginning to rub up and down on my outer arm with the hand that’s thrown over my shoulders, “so we might as well take you.” he reasons and Grayson doesn’t hesitate to agree.

 “Yeah, we’re not gonna make you pay for Uber when we can drive you and we’re all going to the same place,” he rationalizes, clearly having already made up his mind and I catch a glance of the girls’ faces who’ve witnessed this whole conversation and their expressions are honestly priceless. I figure that there’s no use in arguing with the boys at this point, so I simply shrug my shoulders and nod.

 “Okay,” I give in easily enough. Without even disentangling themselves from me, the boys graciously bid their female companions adieu. And I even throw in a friendly farewell of my own before the twins and I are making our way to the nearest exit. The look of bewilderment on both girls’ faces is enough to get me through the next several weeks, at the very least.

 As the boys and I eventually make it to the car and hop in, Ethan gets into the driver’s seat and Grayson slides into the back with me this time. I’m not complaining. Ethan pulls out of the massive driveway and back onto the street as we begin our next journey back to the twins’ house. Grayson has his arm around me and is cradling me to his chest, where my head is resting comfortably and, for a few minutes, the sound of the radio is all that fills the car.

 “Why weren’t you gonna come back to our’s at first?” Ethan asks, breaking the calm for a moment. Grayson stays silent but I can feel the movement of his head tilting down to catch my response. So clearly, I decide to pay dumb.

 “What do you mean?” I creatively come up with.

 “You know, earlier, when you told us to text you when we got home. You already packed an overnight bag to stay with us. What happened?” he asks and he sounds genuinely curious and maybe a little bit wounded. I take longer than I should to reply.

 “Well, I saw you guys, you know,” I trail off, body positively recoiling at myself and my genius idea to bring up what I’m about to bring up, “with those girls earlier and I figured, you know? If you guys were gonna bring them home, I didn’t wanna be, like, a fifth wheel and a burden.” I word-vomit all over the back seat. It doesn’t help that neither boy says anything for several seconds. In my fit of humiliation, I keep my eyes downcast and I don’t catch the silent exchange that Ethan and Grayson share through the rearview mirror.

 “Were you jealous?” Grayson eventually accuses and I just about combust at the spot-on observation.

 “No! No, not jealous. Just, you know,” I revert back to my nervous you know tick before trailing off again and this time, I hear Ethan snickering from the front seat and I can just feel Grayson’s smirk.

 “Yeah, you’re jealous,” Grayson confirms out loud, as if I’ve given him all the evidence he needs to arrive at this conclusion. I shove him away and hide my face in my hands for the second time tonight, glowing with embarrassment, as his booming laughter takes up the backseat. Ethan’s laughter mixes in a taunting harmony with his brother’s.

 “Am not,” I meekly and childishly assert, though it quickly gets lost in the symphony of roaring laughter around me.

 “Awwwww,” Grayson coos teasingly, pulling me back into him without much fuss. He breaks away for a moment to unbuckle both of our seatbelts before latching back onto me once more, gently rocking us from side to side.  When the boys calm down a bit, Grayson rests his head close enough to my ear to mutter, “you have nothing to worry about.”

 My heart predictably picks up speed and I hope that Grayson can’t feel it with the way that we’re fused together.

 “Ever,” Ethan’s quick to add in regards to my insecurities. Already embarrassed enough as it is, all I do is huff out a breath, causing Grayson to laugh again.

 “She’s still pouting, Ethan,” he points out and from the corner of my eye, I see Ethan shake his head fondly.

 “Guess we’re gonna have to spoil her when we get home,” he responds nonchalantly and my resolve is crumbling at lightening speed. I feel Grayson shrug a shoulder.

 “Guess so,” he agrees, giving me a couple of affectionate squeezes. I burrow my nose into the space right beneath his jaw because I’m tired of acting like this isn’t exactly what I was hoping for all night. He returns my gesture, nuzzling his nose against my forehead for a moment.

 In my state of bliss, I take a moment to reflect upon the night. I think about how jealousy had coursed through my veins, matching the buzz from the glass of wine that I’d had. I think about how I’d had to confront the idea that I felt a selfish possessiveness over the boys that a part of me always hoped, foolishly, that they would return. And I think, now, engulfed in the pleasantly crushing weight of Grayson’s arms, about how that idea may not have been so foolish after all.