#these 3 show up anywhere and the party is instantly ruined

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This isn't Your Fault (Tara POV)

Pairing: Tara Carpenter x Reader

Summary: “Tara, Tara, Tara,” the voice cracked through the speaker. Tara would recognize that voice changer anywhere, Ghostface.

Warnings: Violence

Word Count: 6k+

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Tara stormed down the hall, slamming her door in her sisters’ face. All she wanted was to have a fun night at a party and Sam just had to show up and ruin it, as usual. She struggled swinging her purse off her shoulder before slamming it onto her dresser. She paced back and forth before flopping face down on her bed, letting out a loud groan.

Almost instantly she got up from her bed, making her way over to her dresser again. She started digging through her purse until she found her phone. She scrolled through her contacts, not able to stop the small smile from forming on her lips when she came across your name. She hit your name, pacing back and forth less agitated while she waited for you to answer.

Tara had asked you to go to the party even though she knew you’d say no. She tried to convince you that it was a costume party and that it would be more fun. You hadn’t bought it. Tara couldn’t blame you, with the way the night turned out she wished she hadn’t gone and had just gone over to your place, forcing you to binge all her favorite horror movies.

“Hey, babe,” your voice cracked through the phone in greeting. “How was the party?”

Tara smiled to herself, most of her initial anger melting away just from hearing your voice. She called you to rant and complain about her sister though, so she quickly groaned, telling you how her overprotective sister tased a guy. You questioned whether you heard her right and Tara happily explained the night’s events.

When she told you what happened your first question was to ask if she was okay. Tara loved that about you. She smiled into her phone, her voice softening as she confirmed that she was in fact okay. She probably should have worded what happened better, she should have known you would be instantly worried when she said some guy tried to force her upstairs.

You expressed your gratitude that Chad was there and fought the guy for her. You had never officially met Chad, only seeing him at parties but Tara told you all about him and the others. You admitted besides Sam you were most intimidated to meet Chad. Chad wasn’t overbearing like Sam, but he was still pretty overprotective. Anytime Tara told you about an incident and Chad stepping in you had nothing but nice things to say about him, you always told her whenever you got to officially meet him, you’d thank him.

“I just want a normal life,” Tara said after telling you when Sam decided to step in. Tara frowned, dropping down onto her bed. Tara didn’t want three horrible days to define the rest of her life, she just wanted to move on from it all.

“I know,” you said. Tara knew you understood. You’d never been in a Ghostface attack, thankfully, but Tara knew you understood. You always sat there listening to her rant and complain about Sam. You never dismissed her own feelings about wanting to move on, you just listened. “You know she just wants to keep you safe though, right?”

When Tara let out a groan you laughed, it almost made her laugh as well. “I know,” she mumbled begrudgingly, standing up again to kick at her carpet. She knew Sam just wanted to keep her safe. She wanted the same thing. She would do anything to protect Sam. She just wanted Sam to loosen the leash a little bit.

“This is just the exact reason why I won’t introduce you,” she continued, throwing her hands in the air. “She wants me to open up and share with her but when I try to have a life outside of the friend group, she tases someone!” Tara continued her rant.

“Whenever you decide to introduce me, I’m sure it will go fine,” you said sweetly.

Tara wanted you to meet her sister, her friends, her family. She wanted to be able to invite you over and hangout with everyone. She didn’t want to have to sneak around and only see you when Sam was working late or during classes she didn’t share with Mindy.

“I’m sure I won’t get tased, right?” you continued, chuckling as if you were making a joke but weren’t sure if it was actually a joke.

“Maybe,” Tara couldn’t help but mumble. She couldn’t help but smile to herself when you paused. Tara was certain Sam wouldn’t tase you, probably. “Just stand behind me when that eventual meeting happens,” she said, trying to calm your nerves.

“My fearless protector,” you joked softly.

“Shut up,” Tara rolled her eyes with a smile.

As much as Tara wanted you to meet Sam and the others, she also wanted to keep you all to herself. She wasn’t worried they’d steal you away or anything. No, she was worried they’d scare you away. Tara knew that was a stupid thought, you knew exactly what you were getting into, at least for the most part. You knew who Tara was when you met in your shared class, but you didn’t treat her any different, you treated her like a normal new person you were meeting. You didn’t ask about Woodsboro, or Ghostface, or even her scars. Your eyes glanced at the scar on her hand when you first introduced yourself, but you didn’t let them linger on her scars, your eyes quickly flicked to her eyes, a soft smile on your face as you told her your name.

You also knew all about her friends, how protective Chad was and how paranoid Mindy was. You actually got firsthand experience in Mindy’s paranoia when you worked with Anika on a project for the first time together. The girls had come over to the apartment, well Mindy stormed in, lovingly planting Anika in the chair and began interrogating her about you. Tara had been scrolling through her phone, her thumb freezing at the mention of your name. She talked to you a few times in class and had been developing a small crush on you but was nervous to make a move. When Anika had nothing but nice things to say about you, she decided to say fuck it and give it a shot.

You definitely knew how protective Sam was. Tara felt like she complained about her sister every day. When she saw you in class, she used the few minutes of getting there early to say hi, give you a kiss, then got right into telling you about what new thing Sam had done to disrupt her from trying to live her life. You always listened with a smile, admitting it was a bit overprotective but then asking if Tara could really blame her. Tara would always mumble how you were right, and she knew Sam meant well but she still wanted to complain about her.

Tara had been smiling, silently chuckling along as you laughed when it suddenly stopped. She strained her ears trying to hear anything on the other end of the line but couldn’t hear a thing. She knew you were still on the phone, but you had just all of a sudden stopped laughing and you weren’t saying anything. Tara’s smile fell, fear creeping up her spine.

“You, okay?” Tara asked. She swallowed, trying to calm herself down before she started panicking and would end up needing her inhaler. You were fine, you were at home. There was no reason for Tara to start panicking for no reason.

“Yeah,” you finally answered. Tara wasn’t convinced, you sounded distracted, your voice a little distant as if something else had your attention. “Yeah,” you repeated, sounding more like yourself. “So, what’s planned for the rest of the night?”

Tara paused, you sounded like yourself and as if everything were fine, but you were trying to change the subject. “Sleep,” Tara mumbled, still trying to figure out what could distract you so much. “I’m already starting to feel this hangover. Can I come over tomorrow?” She shook off her worried feelings, if something were seriously wrong, you’d tell her.

“Is that a good idea?” You asked. “I doubt Sam will want you out of her sight after tonight.”

“Fuck what she wants. I miss you,” Tara whined, flopping herself down on her bed.

She knew you were right, sneaking around after what happened would be a lot harder. The smart thing would be to wait for things to cool down and just see each other in class. Tara was tired of only seeing you in class though. She hadn’t gotten to truly spend alone time with you in over a week. She was already thinking of lies she could tell Sam, like that she had to study at the library or stay after for a project or something.

“Tara,” you said, incredibly calm but Tara could hear the seriousness in your voice, she furrowed her brow at it. “This isn’t your fault.”

“What?” she asked, confused, sitting up at the end of her bed.

Tara heard something slam, a lot of shuffling, and then the phone clatter down onto something hard. She shot to her feet, beginning to pace back and forth. She could feel her heart beating faster. She moved over to her purse, grabbing her inhaler.

“Y/N?” she asked, quietly, listening as hard as she could for anymore movement. “Y/N. Y/N!” no answer.

She heard what sounded like metal against metal. Her breath caught in her throat. She lifted her inhaler to her mouth, taking a huff. She mindlessly moved, opening her door, and stepping out into the hall. She walked into the living room as if she were in some sort of trance. Mindy and Anika were sitting closely on the couch, Chad next to them, flipping through channels. Sam was sitting in the chair across from them, head in her hands.

“You good T?” Mindy asked.

Tara didn’t answer, she didn’t even look towards her. Tara kept the phone to her ear, hearing what sounded like a struggle on the other end. It sounded like someone picked up the phone again, but no one was talking. There was the sound of wood cracking, Tara couldn’t help but flinch at the sound.

Sam stood up, moving around the chair, looking at her sister with concern. “Tara?” Sam asked slowly. “Who’s on the phone?” Everyone stopped breathing, their full focus moving to the two sisters.

Tara shifted her gaze from staring at the blank spot on the wall to her sister. Sam was becoming blurry as unshed tears began filling her eyes. She heard stomping up the steps then a door slam. Then nothing. No sound. Nothing.

Tara wanted to ask you if everything was okay. She wanted to know what was happening. Her mind was going crazy, it was going to the worst-case scenario. She needed to find her voice, she needed to make sure you were alright.

“Y/N?” Tara asked in a shaky voice. She swallowed again, wiping the tears from her eyes. “Y/N?” she asked louder.

Sam scrunched her eyebrows looking at the others. Anika stood up, recognizing your name. Mindy furrowed her brow, moving to stand up behind Anika, wrapping a protective arm around her. Chad set the remote down, leaning forward on the couch. He looked at Sam, shrugging.

“Baby, are you there?” Tara asked, her voice becoming desperate. She continued to ignore the shocked and confused faces of her friends. There was still no answer though.

There was a loud pounding coming from the other side of the phone. Tara jumped with each hit. She didn’t move though, she stood frozen in the living room. Her voice went away again, she couldn’t even call out your name. Tears quickly filled her eyes again, her breathing becoming erratic. Sam quickly made her way over to her sister, gripping her by the shoulders to look her in the eyes and get her to focus on something else but Tara looked right through her.

The pounding stopped, everything becoming silent again. Tara held her breath, hoping you’d answer her, that you’d pick up the phone and say you dropped something. Tara wasn’t ready to admit what was happening, but she knew, she knew.

There was a struggle again, a light grunt coming through the speaker as if someone had fallen. Tara sucked in a breath. Her mind was trying to rationalize everything, say that there was no way he could be back, but the grunt didn’t sound like it came from you, it sounded deeper, like from a guy. There was a louder thud as the phone seemed to hit something hard again.

There was some shuffling, then what sounded like someone picking up the phone again. Tears started to fall from her eyes. It wasn’t you on the other end of the line anymore. There was heavy breathing coming from the speaker. Breathing that sounded slightly distorted.

“Tara, Tara, Tara,” the voice cracked through the speaker. Tara would recognize that voice changer anywhere, Ghostface.

“Don’t hurt them, please,” Tara begged, letting out a small sob.

Tara was vaguely aware of movement in the room, but she wasn’t focused on that. Ghostface was back and he was at your house. Ghostface was with you and Tara wasn’t there. Tara was twenty minutes away in her apartment. Tara was completely useless. While you were getting attacked Tara was doing nothing.

“You really should have listened to your sister,” Ghostface sighed through the voice changer. “Not gotten close to anyone.”

“Please! She has nothing to do with this!” Tara sobbed into the phone

“Sure, she does, you care about her. Now she’s just as involved as you.”

Tara was full on sobbing. She was completely unaware of her sister and friends already on the move, standing up at the ready to rush off wherever they needed to go. “Please,” Tara begged.

“Don’t worry.” Tara could tell Ghostface was smirking. “I’ll keep the line open so you can hear the death of your lover, the way they gurgle as they choke on their own blood. It’s gonna be quite the sound,” he chuckled, the voice changer making it sound demonic.

“No!”

Sam tried to reach over and grab the phone out of Tara’s hand, but she swatted her away. She turned her back on her friends, moving more out of reach from Sam’s hands. She heard a thud, then another thud of someone hitting the ground. Ghostface must have lost the phone because Tara heard it skid across the wood floor.

Someone gripped Tara by the shoulder, turning her back around. She was ready to fight, a fist already forming, ready to deck whoever dared touch her in their face. She released her fist when she saw it was just Sam. She tried to turn away again but Sam held her firmly in place.

“We have to go,” Sam said.

Tara shook her head violently. “I can’t,” she said through sobs. “I-I-I-can’t. I-”

Sam placed something in her free hand. When Tara looked down, she saw her inhaler. Sam gently helped guide her hand up towards her mouth. Tara was able to finish the rest of the motion, bringing the inhaler to her lips and giving herself another huff. Her heart was still beating rapidly but her breathing had calmed down.

“Let’s go,” Sam said calmly, not losing the worry for Tara she still clearly felt. “We can’t help here. Let’s go.” Tara silently nodded, following Sam towards the front door. “Chad!”

“Already calling 911,” he responded, phone at his ear.

“Anika-”

“Already texted you her address,” she said softly. Tara finally looked at her, really looked at her, seeing tears in her eyes as well even if she only had a partial idea as to what was happening.

Sam gently pulled Tara out the door, making sure to lock it as they rushed down the steps, taking two steps at a time. Sam ran to the street corner, flagging down a taxi. Tara slid into the backseat right behind her. Sam already had her phone out, giving the driver the address.

Tara heard heavy boots walking across the floor, passing the phone wherever it had landed. There was a moment of silence before your scream echoed through the phone. Tara had to take it away from her ear slightly because your scream had been so loud. Tears were streaming down her face; she couldn’t get a grip on her breathing.

“No!” cut through the phone, followed by several muted thuds.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Sam said, tilting Tara’s head to face her. “Breath,” she said softly, taking a deep breath in then letting it out.

Tara tried but wasn’t able to do the same. Every time she tried to calm her breathing it just got worse. She brought the inhaler to her mouth again, taking another huff. She closed her eyes, her breathing once again becoming steady.

Tara heard you gasping for breath. It seemed like Ghostface was right, she was going to listen to you die, choking to death on your own blood, just as he promised. There was a loud crunch then the phone went dead.

Tara slowly took the phone away from her ear, she looked down to see the disconnected call. She looked to Sam, more tears spilling out of her eyes. “I can’t lose her,” Tara whispered between sobs, shaking her head. “I can’t. I can’t,” she kept repeating.

Sam pulled Tara into a hug, holding her as Tara sobbed into her shoulder. The cab screeched to a halt. Tara let go of Sam, jumping out of the cab and running to the door before the car had fully stopped. Tara flung open your front door, the knife mark in the door being the first thing that caught her eye. She started to bring a hand to her mouth when she heard a strained cough, turning to see you lying on the floor.

“Y/N!” she shouted. She rushed over to you, sliding across the floor to be by your side. She hesitated, gently placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

Tara’s head snapped to the door when she heard a creak, it was just Sam running after her. Sam entered the house, taking in the damage. She did a quick glance around the place, making sure Ghostface wouldn’t pop out at them before making her way over to Tara.

Tara’s eyes filled with tears as she took in your form. Her eyes found your crushed hand that you were clutching against yourself. She heard the wheezing from not being able to properly breath. Her eyes scanned your face, seeing your eye lids try to remain open. Her eyes trailed down the rest of your body, stopping when she saw the bat lying motionlessly at your side.

“Baby,” she whispered. “I’m here, I’m right here.” Your eyelids started to drift close. “Hey, no, stay awake baby,” she whispered loudly. “Stay awake.” Your eyes closed. The only thing that let Tara know you were still alive was the shallow ragged breaths you let out.

The next thing Tara knew there were red and blue flashing lights outside the front window and paramedics storming through the door. Tara didn’t want to leave your side, but she wasn’t able to fight off Sam who easily pulled her away from you. Sam pulled her to her feet, if it wasn’t for Sam’s arms around her Tara was sure she’d crumble back to the floor.

The medics checked you out before lifting you onto a back board. They strapped you down and carried you off to the ambulance. Tara started to follow but Sam held her back until they were clear from the door. Once they were out the door with you Tara wiggled out of Sam’s grip and ran for you. She started to climb into the back of the ambulance with you but one of the paramedics held out his hand, shaking his head. She stepped back down from the ambulance, frowning as she lost sight of you when they closed the doors, instantly speeding off to the hospital.

“We can meet her there,” Sam said softly, gently touching Tara’s arm, as to not startle her.

Tara wordlessly followed her sister as she flagged down another cab, slumping back against the seat as the driver took them to the hospital. She was aware of her sister constantly glancing at her, but she stared straight ahead out the window.

This isn’t your fault. Those were the last words you had said to her. The last thing you told her was that it wasn’t her fault. You were about to be attacked by Ghostface, for all you knew you were about to die but you didn’t ask for help, you didn’t hang up and call 911, no, you told Tara it wasn’t her fault. Tara was confused when you said those words and now, she just didn’t believe you. You had been attacked by Ghostface. Your life was on the line. If you had never met her, if Tara had just followed Sam’s lead and had never let you in, you wouldn’t be where you are now. Tara couldn’t see how this possibly wasn’t her fault. It was her fault; it was all her fault, and she knew it.

When they got to the hospital Tara planted herself in the waiting room and didn’t intend to move until she was allowed in the same room as you, then she wasn’t leaving your side. They had rushed to the reception desk, asking about you and were told you were being wheeled into surgery to assess the damage done.

Tara had her feet on the chair, wrapping her arms around her legs, pulling them as close to her body as she rested her chin on her knees. She stared at the white wall in front of her, barely feeling Sam rub a comforting hand up and down her back. She glanced to the side when she heard shoes quickly squeaking against the tile and abruptly coming to a stop, it was her friends. Chad offered her a comforting smile, taking the vacant seat next to her. Anika came over, holding out her hand to give Tara’s a comforting squeeze before moving to the seats across from her, with Mindy quickly joining her.

After a few hours they were still in the same spot. Anika was asleep, her head resting on Mindy’s shoulder. Mindy had her eyes shut but Tara knew she wasn’t actually asleep yet. Chad had made a cafeteria run, bringing back everyone sandwiches and juice. He plopped back down in his seat, holding out a juice and sandwich to Tara but she shook her head.

“You have to eat,” Sam whispered softly, rubbing her hand up and down Tara’s back again. Tara shook her head, pushing the food away. Sam sighed, silently thanking Chad before taking the food from him.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” the nurse said, coming out to the waiting room finally.

Everyone woke up, jumping to their feet. “Is she okay?” Tara asked, her voice cracking from the lack of being used the last few hours.

“Relation?”

“She’s, my girlfriend.”

The nurse nodded. “She’s out of surgery and is in a room recovering, you’re welcome to go see her.”

“How is she?” Tara whispered quietly, looking up at the nurse with wide eyes. She wanted to be hopeful, but she was so scared of allowing herself to think everything would be okay.

The nurse sighed, resting the chart she was holding at her side. “She’s alive.” Tara let out a relieved sob. “Her left hand was practically shattered, and she’s got seven broken or cracked ribs.” Tara let out another sob. “It’ll take some time, but she’ll be okay,” the nurse smiled down reassuringly at Tara.

Chad gave her a squeeze on the shoulder, Mindy gave her a comforting smile and a nod letting her know everything was okay, and Anika stepped forward, pulling Tara into a hug. They weren’t all allowed to go into your room, so the others were going to continue hanging out in the waiting room for a bit longer while Tara and Sam went into your room.

Tara sped walked through the hallways, pressing the button to the elevator until the doors finally opened. Once in the elevator Tara hit the floor you were on, her leg bouncing the entire ride up until the doors opened again. Tara was already stepping out of the elevator the second she could squeeze through the opening. Sam quickly trailed behind her sister, trying to get her to slow down but Tara was on a mission, and nothing would keep her from being at your bedside.

Tara stopped in the doorway of your hospital room. She was paralyzed at the sight of you unmoving in the hospital bed. You were pale and had your left arm in a cast as it rested across your stomach. Tara lifted her foot but hesitated to officially cross over the invisible threshold of the room. Sam poked her shoulder, when Tara turned to glare at her sister, she gave an encouraging nod. Tara took a deep breath before stepping down, officially entering the room.

Tara moved to the other side of your bed, pulling up one of the chairs, getting it as close to your bed as possible. She sat down, instantly reaching for your uninjured hand. Feeling your warm hand in her even if it couldn’t grip hers back yet, along with the consistent beeping of the heart monitor connected to you gave Tara a peace she didn’t know she was looking for. Despite the nurse saying you would be okay, seeing you alive for herself lifted an incredible wait off her shoulders. Sam slowly made her way over, sitting in the chair next to Tara’s.

“H-how long?” Sam whispered.

Tara didn’t take her eyes off your sleeping form; she was afraid if she looked away, you’d disappear. “Six months,” Tara answered with a sniffle.

“Six,” Sam let out a shaky breath. “Six months. You’ve been keeping this from us, from me?”

Tara’s eyes dropped from your face to your hand in hers, even if you couldn’t grip it back yet. She could hear the hurt in Sam’s voice. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, rubbing her nose.

Sam sighed. “You have nothing to be sorry for. Have I really pushed you away that much?” Sam’s voice cracked. “Did you really feel like you couldn’t come to me, share this with me?”

Tara squeezed your hand, not letting go as she turned to look at her sister, tears filling her eyes again. She saw Sam had a few tears in her eyes as well. “No, no, no, it’s not that,” she tried to reassure her sister. “I just…” Tara tried gathering her words, she knew why she kept you her little secret but, in the moment, saying it out loud to Sam made it seem so stupid. “I just, I was afraid how you’d react,” she mumbled, dropping her eyes to the floor. “You tend to get a little… intense,” her eyes flicked up to Sam’s before going back to the floor, “when meeting new people. Not like the others are much better. I just didn’t want you guys to scare her off.”

“We wouldn’t-” she was cut off by Tara raising a brow, daring her to finish that sentence. “I mean if she was important to you, I would have given her a chance.” Tara tilted her head, giving her sister an ‘are you serious’ look. “Okay fine,” Sam sighed, slumping back in her chair. “I would have tried to give her a chance.” Tara raised both eyebrows, giving her another knowing look. “Eventually,” Sam mumbled. “Maybe.”

Tara felt a smile tug at her lips. It was hard to smile given the current situation, but she allowed herself the small smile at her sister’s behavior. Sam could be absolutely terrifying if she wanted to be but when she was pouting like she was now she wasn’t terrifying, she was just adorable. This was the Sam, she wanted you to get to know, not the one that had her guard up a hundred percent of the time and saw danger and betrayal around every corner.

“I know you mean well,” Tara said, smiling. “You know I love you.” Sam smiled at her sisters’ words. “I just liked having something for myself,” Tara whispered, her smile falling. “Someone who was all mine.” She glanced back at your broken body. “Someone not touched by all our darkness, until now,” she sniffled again, using her free hand to wipe her eyes.

“This isn’t your fault,” Sam said, leaning forward to rest a hand on Tara’s shoulder.

“If she never met me, he never would have gone after her.”

“That’s not true.”

“Yes, it is!” Tara sobbed.

“You can’t live your life controlled by fear about what might happen.” Tara turned to look at Sam, scrunching her brow, she couldn’t believe Sam just said that. Sam chuckled awkwardly. “I know how that sounds coming from me, but I don’t want you sacrificing your chance at happiness just because I’m paranoid.”

Tara turned her attention back towards you. She reached up, gently brushing your hair down the side of your face. “I thought I lost her.”

“Good thing your girlfriend is one hell of a fighter,” Sam smirked, making Tara smile softly when she glanced back at her. “I know this isn’t exactly how you wanted it to go, so when you decide to officially introduce us, I can’t wait to meet her.”

“She can’t wait to meet you either, I’ve told her all about you,” Tara blushed. “When we were talking on the phone before-” Tara swallowed, trying to stop herself from crying again. “She-she was worried you might tase her when you met,” Tara chuckled at the memory even though it had only been a few hours, it felt like years.

Sam lightly chuckled at that, nodding as if that was a potential possibility. “Well, no need to worry about that anymore. At least we know she’s not Ghostface.”

Tara clenched her jaw at hearing that name, she gripped your hand just a little tighter. She glanced at Sam out of the side of her eye. “I want to make him pay,” she said through gritted teeth, anger taking over her worry for a split second.

“We will,” Sam said, nodding.

Tara gave nod back. She looked back at you. She was going to make Ghostface pay for what he had done to you and if there was more than one, she would make them all suffer. She would figure out which one of them had harmed you and she would deliver him the same honor.

It was the next day, and you still hadn’t woken up. Tara refused to leave your side, opting to sleep in the chair at your bedside. She tried telling Sam to go home but Sam refused. Tara knew it was pointless to argue, Ghostface was still out there and there was no way Sam would leave her side until he was dealt with. It took a lot of convincing, but the others finally went back to the apartment, agreeing to stick together, keep in touch, and even came back an hour later to drop off a change of clothes for the girls.

It was late into the next night, Tara was asleep in her chair, holding your hand just as tight as she had been since she first got into the room with you. Sam was in the corner of the room, having pulled two chairs together, to make her own little bed. Tara stirred from her slumber when she heard someone hiss in pain. Her eyes snapped open when she heard you suck in a breath. She instantly sat up, offering you all the comfort she could, needing you to know you weren’t in danger anymore, that she was here, and you were safe.

“Wh-what are you doing here?” you asked, your mouth dry from the lack of water in the last twenty-four hours.

“I needed to make sure you were okay,” Tara answered, confused as to where else she would be. You were attacked, injured, having almost died, of course she was going to be at your bedside. She was aware of Sam leaving the room, gently shutting the door as to not disturb your reunion.

“You-you need to get out of town.” Tara could tell you were fighting through the pain to talk to her.

“No, no, I’m not leaving you,” she shook her head, she couldn’t believe you suggested that. Actually, she could but you should have known that she’d never leave your side when you were hurt, just as you had kept quiet when you were getting attacked, to protect her. “I’m not leaving you.” She made sure to look you in the eye, so you knew she was serious.

“How are you feeling?” Tara asked. She knew it was a stupid question, she had been in your position before and she hated when people had asked her that, of course she was doing bad, she had been stabbed, how else should she have been doing?”

“If I sit completely still and don’t breathe then the pain is only agonizing, instead of excruciating,” you said, trying to lighten the mood.

“I’m sorry,” Tara started to cry again. Your attempts at lighting the mood didn’t work. She loved you but she couldn’t stand hearing you joke about your own pain; she knew it wasn’t fully a joke. She couldn’t hear you try to make light of it when she was the reason you were in pain.

“This wasn’t your fault,” you tried to lean up but quickly laid back against the pillows. Tara sobbed at seeing you in so much pain from such a basic movement. “Please don’t cry,” you tried brushing away her tears, but they kept falling. “This isn’t your fault.”

“If it wasn’t for me, you never would have been targeted,” her voice cracked. Despite what Sam said she knew it was true, if it weren’t for her, you never would have been attacked. She couldn’t believe you were trying to comfort her. You were lying in a hospital bed, just breathing causing you pain, and yet you were the one comforting her. You were using what little energy you had to try and convince her it wasn’t her fault.

“No, no, it’s not your fault a psycho wants to hurt you. This isn’t on you. I love you.” Tara felt you reach down, gently lifting her chin to make her meet your eyes. “I love you,” you whispered again.

“I love you too,” Tara instantly said back, resting her forehead against yours. A few more tears silently fell and despite not believing your words you still had somehow managed to comfort her, she didn’t know how you did it.

Tara talked for a few more minutes with you, talking about officially meeting her sister now at some point. She had made a joke and watched as you winced in pain. She felt bad that she caused you pain even if it was unintentional, but she couldn’t help but smile down at you. She couldn’t believe you were here, that you were beside her, you were okay.

Tara started running her fingers through your hair. You had just woken up after being unconscious for a whole day, but you were already struggling to keep your eyes open. She watched you with a soft smile as your eyes slowly closed, this time peacefully going off to sleep. Tara kept gently stroking your hair as she laid her head next to yours. She couldn’t lay in bed next to you with your broken ribs, afraid she’d hurt you by simply cuddling you, so laying her head next to yours was the next best thing, being as close as she could get to you without having to worry about hurting you.

Taglist: @bigbadsofty07

[enchantestuff]

miscommunication - charles leclerc

in which your Pierres little sister and reap the consequences after an eventful night in Monaco with his best friend

I think I'm going to make this into a series, like 3 more parts maybe??

part two

GIF NOT MINE!!!

warnings: smut, my failed attempt at angst (I tried), language, em yeah

3k words (I have no idea how that happened) 

You had known Charles for years, which wasn't particularly surprising considering you were Pierres little sister.

When you were little you envied their friendship, constantly trying to insert yourself in their games and conversations. You had lost count of the amount of times they slammed a door in your face, demanding you to leave them alone. You hadn’t realised how annoying you were being as you followed them around everywhere, even if Pierre had scolded you for it each day.

When you were a teenager, Pierre purposely kept Charles away from you, telling him that if he even looked in your direction he wouldn't hesitate to end their friendship. You, of course, had no idea of the threat not that it mattered as you didn't paid any attention to the infamous duo during those few years, living in your own little world full of clothes , friends and different boys.

Now, however, you were an adult and all you wanted to do was support your brother throughout his career. In recent years you had gone to as many races as you physically could, but of course you had your own job and unfortunately didn’t have the time to attend any race this season.

Pierre was disappointed, he loved having you there to support him, but he understood that you had your own life and never placed any blame on you. After years of the two of you constantly ignoring each other and bickering, you had finally begun to act like siblings and all he wanted to do was make up for lost time.

You had thankfully gotten three weeks off work - well they weren’t necessarily weeks off as you still had to do your job, but your boss insisted that there was no need for you to trek to the office everyday when you were perfectly capable of doing the work at home on your laptop. The timing couldn't have been better with the triple header just around the corner, it almost seemed like a miracle and you were gonna enjoy every minute of it.

You grinned as you texted your brother.

Any spare tickets to the race :)

He replied almost immediately.

You're kidding, which one?

All of them?

Your texting was cut off by Pierres contact photo appearing on your phone. You answered instantly only to hear Pierre screaming through your speakers, he also slipped in a few delighted curse words before finally letting you talk.

“My boss gave me the next three weeks off so I’m going to go support my favourite brother” you grinned.

“Your only brother” he remarked and you could practically hear him rolling his eyes.

You spent the next few hours catching up and retelling pointless stories. You had gone to sleep with a lazy smile on your face and  woke up the next morning to a text from Pierre, telling you that he had organized your passes for the three weekends as well as the flights, all you had to do was find a hotel. He slipped in the name of the hotel that he was staying at, and to your luck there was still room available. Now all that was left to do was wait.

You grinned giddy as you stepped off the plane and walked toward the baggage collection area, excited to finally get back to watching races in person. You rubbed your eyes in surprise when you spotted your brother waiting for you. “Pierre?” you screamed delightly, running up to him and pushing his body into a bone crushing hug. It felt like you hadn’t seen him in forever even if it was only a few months.

“Bonjour,” he laughed as he hugged you back.

“I thought you were busy all day today” you exclaimed once you pulled away from him.

He sheepishly shrugged at you with a lazy grin on his face. “I may have lied, are you ready to go?”

You nodded your head at him and for the first time in a long time your mind drifted towards your brother's best friend, Charles, who you hadn’t spoken to since an eventful night in Monaco a few months ago.

You cursed yourself as you thought back to that very moment.

Charles was having a party at his lovely home, you can't remember now what you were celebrating but everyone was ecstatic. You could hear the music from across the street and you knew before you even entered the house that it was going to be a night to remember.

The moment you stepped foot inside you were surrounded by multiple drunk people, all with large grins and hooded eyes plastered on them and you laughed as almost everyone stumbled around the house.

You spotted your brother in the middle of the room dancing with a pretty blonde, he had a goofy smile on his face and you knew from that sight of him alone that he was wasted. You were the only sober person there, at least that's what you thought until Charles had made his way to you with two cups in his hand, alcohol for you and water for him.

“I thought you were celebrating,” you mused as you took a sip of the dark liquor.

“Someone needs to keep these drunk idiots in check,” he joked.

“Well in that case” you said as you handed your drink to a stranger and took a sip of his water instead. You laughed at the bewildered look he threw your way before continuing, “I'm not going to let you tackle this party alone.” The smile that formed on Charles was genuine and your breath hitched in your throat at the sight.

You surprisingly enjoyed yourself the whole night, maybe that was because you knew everyone there, but most likely it was because you spent the whole night with Charles.

A few hours into the party he turned to you asking to dance, you didn't even hesitate to say yes, nerves surrounded you immediately and they only got worse when his hands dipped dangerously low on your hips. Your eyes automatically searched for Pierre and you left out a sigh of relief when you couldn't find him anywhere.

The thought of getting caught fueled both you and Charles, so when he spun you around to face him neither of you hesitated to connect your lips. You considered yourself lucky that everyone around you was too drunk to notice your heated make out and used it to your advantage. You pulled him even closer to you, moaning in his ear when he grabbed your bum and giggling at the whimper he let out.

You felt dizzy. The fact that you were both sober made your first kiss even more real.

You were anxious when he asked you if you wanted to go somewhere more private but agreed nevertheless, hoping that maybe he had wanted you for as long as you had wanted him.

He had tenderly kissed you again once he closed the door behind him.

“God, you have no idea how long i've waited to do this,” he moaned in your ear and although you knew that was just something people said in the heat of the moment, you let yourself believe it. You let yourself believe every single word that left his lips and got even more attached to the moment.

You revealed a piece of yourself to him that night, not only a physical part, but a part of your heart as you admitted your deepest secrets to him. “Fuck, Charles, I’ve always wanted you,” you moaned when he gently placed you on the bed.

You attached yourself to the kisses he placed all over your body, you paid attention to every bit of affection that he showed you, never once wanting him to stop. When he positioned himself next to you and asked if you were sure you told him there was nothing you've ever been more sure about.

You had both simultaneously moaned when he entered you, laughing at each other afterwards, which made your heart flutter. He was Charles, your brothers best friend and yet sex with him felt so natural.

He placed a tender kiss to your chest before he started moving and you couldn't help but hold him close to you, he didn't seem to mind however as he nested his head in the crook of your neck, letting you hear all the soft gasps and grunts that left his mouth.

You arched your back in pleasure when he reached the deepest parts inside you, your toes curled and your eyes rolled back and all you could think was God why didn't we do this sooner?

“Don't stop, please Charles, don't stop” you moaned in his ear, and if you weren't in a completely different world you would have noticed the shiver than ran down his entire body at your words.

“Trust me, mon amour, i never want to stop”

You weren't even aware of the moans the left your lips until Charles had grabbed your chin and looked at you with desperation written all over his face, “Merde, Y/N, i want more than anything to make this moment last but If you keep making those pretty little sounds you're gonna make me cum”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words “Shut me up then”

And he did, he grunted as he reconnected your lips, swallowing your moans and letting out his own in the process. From the kissing, to Charles’ moans and the rolling of his hips it didn't take you long to release the knot in your stomach.

You regretted it now, thinking back on it, it had completely ruined your friendship with Charles. Your daily silly texts to each other had ceased to exist, your weekly facetime calls had died and a piece of you had broken.

You didn’t expect any less, he was your brother's best friend and even though you always found him insanely attractive, you knew deep down he would have found your little crush on him weird. You always had the suspicion that he saw you as a little sister, and the way he completely ignored you after your hookup had proven them to be true.

You couldn't hate him, or even place the blame of your failed friendship on him as you also went out of your way to ignore him, something that you really regretted but couldn’t change.

“You alright?” Pierre asked as he grabbed your suitcase in his hand.

“Yeah sorry i - i don't know what happened to me there,” you choked out, walking alongside Pierre to his car.

“It's free practice tomorrow, you coming?” he asked once you were both sitting comfortably in his car.

“Yeah, of course” you nodded as you watched the tall buildings pass by in the window.

“Everyones misses you, you know?” he quickly glanced over at you while he drove, wondering what the hell you were thinking so hard about.

“Yep” you sighed, “Me too,” but all you could think about was the Ferrari driver and how awkward it would be to see him again

You had shut yourself in your hotel room for the rest of the night, the flight and overly long check in had taken all the remaining energy out of you and all you wanted to do was curl into the hotel bed and sleep for as long as you possibly could. So that's what you did, until Pierre rang your phone, telling you that he was leaving for free practice in half an hour, wondering if you needed lift, which of course you did you had mumbled to him while scrabbling out of the bed and running to your bathroom to take the quickest shower of your life.

You had somehow gotten ready in time and before you knew it you were walking around the paddock with Pierre next to you, basking in the glorious sun.

Pierre whistled in excitement when he spotted Charles walking out of the Ferrari motorhome. The brunette quickly turned at the sound, a smile forming on his face when he spotted Pierre, his eyebrows raising soon after as he finally noticed you next to him. Your heart beat loudly in your chest as he got closer and closer to you.

You stood firmly in your spot, uncertain if a hug would be too big of an action after months of silence between you both, quite frankly you didn’t even want to touch him, the pain that he had caused you cutting too deep. Unfortunately, he beamed at you and grabbed your hips, pulling you into his chest and rocking you both side to side.

“Hi,” you laughed, unwilling to cause a scene in front of your brother, you moved your arms to wrap around his neck.

“It's great to see you” he admitted when he pulled away and you felt your throat close up at his words. “I’ve missed you”

“I missed you too,” you smiled and although it wasn’t a lie, the words felt dirty leaving your lips. You shouldnt have missed him, not when he left you lying alone in his bed after you both had sex.

“God, you're acting like you haven't spoken to each other in months,” Pierre laughed, and you and Charles shared an awkward look with each other. The silence that followed was unbearable.

You cleared your throat as you looked around the paddock. “I'm going to get some water” you quickly spilled out and abruptly turned in the other direction, ignoring the confused look that Pierre shot in your direction. You had only taken a few steps when Charles grabbed your arm and pulled you behind a random building.

“Shh it's me” he flinched as you pushed yourself away from him, “it's me” he repeated looking at the bewildered expression on your face.

“You couldn’t have just talked to me like a normal human being?” you argued, “Did you really have to drag me behind a building?”

“I couldn't talk about you know what around you know who” he threw back and you rolled your eyes at him.

“Oh! You dont want to talk about us having sex infronf of Pierre” you snapped and he covered your mouth with his hand. You bit his hand and he gasped in response.

“You bit me!” he half shouted.

“You didn’t seem to mind last time” you commented , relishing in how flustered Charles had gotten.

“We need to talk about that” he choked out, looking absolutely anywhere except your eyes.

“Oh so now you want to talk about it?” you asked with an accusing tone to your voice, surpringing not only Charles but also yourself.

“I know it was a dick move, I just” he sighed “I didn’t know how to bring it up”

“How about maybe not leaving straight away? How about sending me a text explaining how you felt instead of leaving me in the dark for months? If you thought it was a mistake you could have just-”

“I didn't think it was a mistake”

You couldn't help the effect those words had on your heart, but suddenly you were even more furious, he was unintentionally playing with your heart and you didn't know how much more of it you could take.

“Then why didn't you tell me!”

You were frustrated and he wasn’t helping one bit. He had left it too late, the damage was done, you had spent months regretting your decision to climb into bed with him and a few words lazily strung together to form a sentence wasn't going to erase the emotional damage he caused you. It didn't matter anymore whether it was intentional or not

“I didn't want to ruin our friendship”

“That is the dumbest excuse I've ever heard!”

You could feel tears pricking your eyes and all you wanted to do was sob your heart out, but you refused to cry in front of him, you didn't want him to know the effect he had on you. “Look your late and i - i need to breathe”

You didn't give him a chance to reply as you ran away, unable to face the boy who broke your heart: the boy who had given you everything you could possibly want, only to snatch it out of your grasp.

You cursed yourself for getting attached to that moment because now, every time you closed your eyes, all you see was him panting on top of you and all you could feel was his lips on your skin. It was a memory that used to delight you but now all it brought was sadness and pain.

You knew your attachment issues would bring you pain one day, but only now as you crouched down next to some random building, did you realise it would be physical pain. You clawed at your neck in desperation. You couldn't breathe. Your tears were practically suffocating you and you couldn't help but think Charles' hands ripping your heart from your chest was the cause.

Unknowingly to you, Charles watched your retreating figure with tears forming behind his eyes. It had finally hit him how much he fucked things up. He thought he was doing the right thing, he thought maybe you needed space, maybe you would have regretted it.

He wore his heart on his sleeve that day, everything that he told you was true, he was just so scared. So scared that he would be left heartbroken, that his feelings were unrequited, that maybe, just maybe, you would be disgusted with yourself for what you two did.

He left early the next morning to hype himself up, to finally tell you about his feelings for you that had been bubbling around in his stomach for years, but when he returned to his bedroom you were gone.

He didn't realise how much waking up to an empty bed would affect you, just as much as you didnt realise how much leaving would affect him.

He was never good at communication, but it was so easy with you, so why didn't he pick up the phone? He had no excuse except that he was scared.

It was his fear that hurt him the most. It was his fear that broke your heart and that had hurt him so much more than he thought was possible.

[delicrieux]

—MAKE YOU SAY “OH” EXTRAS: TINDER

extra meaning non-canonical occurrence; can be placed anywhere in the “make you say oh” timeline after couple (cha. 14) and before the final “oh”. 

pairing—corpse husband x f!reader warnings—tinder profiles, tw: men, swearing.  word count—2.6k. format— written. ─── ❥ req by nonnie​:  y/n makes a youtube vid/live stream where she's just swiping through her tinder acc and corpse literally blocks her lmao

author’s note—akldsljfs this was such a funny idea i could not not write it lmao

ultimate masterlist. myso masterlist

You have pulled the biggest brain move by setting up both a facecam and a screen recorder on your phone. All is beautifully displayed and visible during the stream. Your fanbase is particularly intrigued on what exactly are you planning on doing today, seeing as your tweet of “strea” had been a bit vague, if not downright ominous. No emojis. No elaboration. You couldn’t even be bothered to finish the word. Truly, a mystery. Everyone tuned in and are currently waiting with bated breath.

A few of your fans must sense upcoming doom because the overall mood in the chat turns from optimistically intrigued to...evil. It’s an entity all on it’s own now, clawing at you through the screen with various renditions of laughter and devil emojis. A few eggplants thrown in there for good measure, accompanied, naturally, by the scandalous water drops. At first the common consensus is that you’re biting the bullet and going through your camera roll on stream. Definitely an idea worth considering, though you frankly don’t know what lies at the start of the 11k photograph journey, and you are afraid to check in public. Could be a harmless meme, could be a salacious pic you had saved of an OF star. It’s really a gamble. Either way, you would definitely get banned. You might still get banned. Why do you insist on doing shit like this?

Because it’s funny. Because you’re kinda stupid. Because it’s just so absolutely laughably easy to do.

A smile quirks your lips, and while it is not explicitly smug, the look in your eyes sure is, “Greetings,” You utter lowly, dimming the lights--the budget for this stream! Ugh, you went all out, “my children.”

mother i crave violence

sensing evil energy rn!!

i do not claim the energy in this video for myself or anyone else watching this 💖💖

^with peace and love shut the fuck up

“I know y’all lowkey hoes-” Upon your words the chat splits into two: one side eagerly agrees (even shares a few OF accounts! How helpful, supporting small businesses!), whilst the other feverishly insists on innocence. You make a face stuck somewhere between offended and bewildered, “Now c'mon now-I know you. I know you all. We’re the same, don’t-what was that?”

You try to scroll back to the comment but it’s loss in the sea of incoming messages, “I swear to God I just saw-”

Corpse_Husband: i love late night streams it’s not like i have anything better to do.

“COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORPSE!!!!” 

rip headphone users

i cant feel my face when im with you by the weeknd but instead of face its my fucking ears

yall think full vol on pc is better?my parents woke up 😭😭😭😭

To think he’s spending his last waking moments for today with watching you (he probably still would have anyway, because you do not posses an ounce of shame or self-control and pester him relentlessly)! It makes your heart sing, and suddenly, a traitorous, fun hating idea barges it’s way through the crowd of incoherent buzzing and states: don’t do this. For some reason it also has the voice of Rae. As if that would work in guilt-tripping you- Rae never succeed, and her fictitious rendition in mind won’t fare much better either.

Still, you thought about it. That must count for something. Corpse will understand, won’t he? Why don’t you want to upset it in the first place? Men look so funny when they lose their shit, like hello, don’t you have anything better to do? But the image of Corpse just sitting there, hurt, distraught, leaving you on seen because he’s in his sad boy hours leaves a sour taste in your mouth. 

queen rly went from  🥺😊 to 😕 u ok bbgirl?

Corpse_Husband: no pouts cutie

akjdjoeijdfse cUTIE??? deadass boutta r.i.p.

Well that succeeded in eliminating everything from mind, doubts included. If this was an anime, the scenery would shift into something roseate, with flowers and bubbles and sparkles all around you along with a halo or two. Alas, not an anime, rather reality. The led-lights, however, seemingly possessing a will of their own, slowly turn from deep violet to pink. You smile brightly, like the absolute dumbass you are, and you are met with a ray of heart and blushing emojis. You are just so cute, a real cutie! Still in your disguise adorable state, you swipe your finger on your phone screen, the grin never leaving your lips.

There, among the plethora of apps, nestled sits a red square with a white fire plastered on it. The delicate calligraphy on the bottom reads: TINDER.

The mood changes once again- you’re giving the roaches emotional instability by how quickly everything flips over- and the chat spams eggplants vigorously; some, of course, bravely fight against the thirst.

nooooooo i thought y/n is gonna stream in a god honoring way!!!

^pack it up girl defined

“So, Charlie and I-” You note a few awfully curious comments and squint, “-yes, we talk a lot. Charlie is a really good friend of mine. We’re best friends. Brothers. Sisters. Cousins. The whole fucking family tree-no, that sounds weird. Delete. Anyway, Charlie, being the absolute fucker he is, said, hey, you know what would be funny? And I was like, nooo, what would be funny, Charlie? And he says to me, he says, says, making fun of men on Tinder. And if y’all need any more proof that Charlie and I are platonic soulmates, then dunno, my children, my roaches, I dunno-I dunno what more to give you.”

You can’t be bothered reading the comments, there’s too damn many. You also need to save your reading comprehension for the actual bios. It has a time limit, that darn thing. 

“Okay, so I made a profile earlier, but I hadn’t swiped on anyone yet-” Despite the fact, Tinder helpfully informs you that already 99+ people have swiped right on you, “So, this is me,” You show the pictures you have of yourself, and damn, not to be a conceited narcissist, but you look really good. Like if you saw yourself on Tinder, you’d super like instantly. “Uhm, so, my bio-my bio says: let’s sauce in the tub together, ya dig? splishy splashy, giggle giggle.” 

i cant believe we are witnessing y/n trying to form a coherent sentence live 

shes trying give her time

ya dig??? y not capeesh

what scene from the godfather is this lol?

“My anthem, is,” You laugh, covering your lips with your hand, “Corpsie, this is form you-” Proudly, you show that indeed, Corpse’s E-GIRLS ARE RUINING MY FUCKING LIFE is listed as your anthem on Spotify, “Hehe.” Yes, you say that aloud.

Corpse_Husband: you’re killing me Corpse_Husband: thanks baby Corpse_Husband: now delete tinder ❤︎

You ignore his last quip, deciding it’s finally time to get this show on the road, “Right, let’s do this shit. I’m not actually going to swipe on any guys that look, uh, decent? Yuck, can’t believe I just said that, uhm, because I-because I feel like some actually deserve a chance with someone? I don’t wanna get anyone’s hopes up, as I am currently in a long distance relationship with Chrollo. So I’m just gonna swipe on, like, frat boy assholes. Because I don’t care if I hurt their feelings. Quite frankly I don’t think they possess them in the first place.”

The chat voices their agreements. With the ground rules set, you, giddy, click on the first profile.

Does Tinder know what you’re doing, your plan? The FBI agent watching you through your phone must be working overtime, bless his heart. They must, because the the first guy to meet you is named Jason, and there he is, blond hair and blue eyes, holding up a fish the size of his torso. Marginally adequate in looks, pretty good muscles. A solid 7 bordering on 8. He’s the same age as you, 15 miles away, and he studies at some college you don’t care enough to look up. Bio reads:

I like to drive fast. Fishing is my passion, but if you can’t catch me by the ocean, you’ll catch me catching waves, bro! Love a good gym date. You do squats, and I’ll keep a close eye to make sure you’re doing it correctly ;) You probably saw me at a party. Leader of the The Phi Kappa Psi. I’m a Gemini, if that matters lol.

You, of course, read it aloud, dramatically; provide some constructive criticism-he seems nice, but he’s a Gemini, so naturally, you can’t trust him at all! Also, that gym date session leaves little to be desired. With your rant done, you swipe right, and shocker! (not), it’s an instant match.

“Okie, I still wanna swipe of some profiles, so I’ll see what he’ll text later-” For a second you wonder the legalities of this stream, but you’re having too much fun to think of it further, “guys, I won't get sued, right?”

NOW she considers it

well....

if you do, we’ll kickstart your lawyer dw <3

Onto the next profile. Kevin, 25, is seen fixing his car- or, you assume he’s mid-fixing it, you don’t really know why else he’d hold a wrench and be covered in oil. He’s shirtless, and the caveman part of your brain echoes something closely resembling AWOOOGA!, but...but!...blonde hair, blue eyes. You pout again, “I don’t...I don’t really like blond boys, ya know? With the blue eyes and all, it’s just not my thing, uhm, unless it’s like-like...Armin from Attack on Titan. Else I don’t care.”

Onto the bio:

You have to treat a car like you treat a woman: go on long rides, take the lead, but most importantly, keep her oiled up 😜 

“What the fuck did I just read?”

The chat is equally confused. You swipe right anyway- another match. Too easy.

The stream continues without incident for a solid thirty minutes- all of your matches, expect a few that genuinely looked like normal dudes that really couldn’t write a decent bio to save their lives, had been blond hair blue eyed gym rats with ranging forms of misogyny. Some opened with asking for nudes out right, some asked about your day first before asking for nudes. You prefer the former. Straight to the point! You admire the gall. 

But then, down the forty-five minute mark a profile popped up that made you still by your phone, your smile dying as your eyes bulged. Dear God. Lord in heaven. Who is this demonspiit lookalike and why is he so fucking hot? The neck tats, the skateboard, the clothes- holy shit, you gotta close your mouth before some drool dribbles out.

No bio, just his name, Tyler, and that he’s 23.

“He boutta be 23 in me.” You mutter, swiping right with lightning speed.

WHAT DID SHE SAYYYYY?????????

tyler is y/ns karma for relentlessly mocking that one guy that had a whole ass list on what his “female” partner should be

^he deserved it and also tyler seems like a typical fuckboi y/n grow a braincell

look at mom 🥺 her eyes are sparkling

It wasn’t a match right away. You somehow expected as much, but it still upset you. Simp behavior, pathetic. The stream continued bravely, and when Tyler messaged you a simple “yo” you totally didn’t sequel. You didn’t manage to text him back on stream: texting all those guys that you didn’t really find all that attractive was easy, but this...You’re a sucker for a man who radiates red flag energy. His whole profile is a red flag. He might just be a red flag himself.

What can you do? Suddenly becoming color blind is not easy. Once the stream ends, you unmatch with everyone expect Tyler. He you chat with for a bit, but a sudden craving for different company makes you abandon him, too. You don’t feel too heartbroken for him- you’re certain there’s already too many girls in his dms. You wish them luck.

Happily, you delete Tinder. You go to Twitter, notice you’re trending again- look at you go! Queen shit- and as you compose a thank you tweet, something strange happens. You go to text Corpse, but when you click on his profile you grow cold.

YOU’RE BLOCKED. You can’t follow or see @/Corpse_Husband ‘s Tweets. 

...Pardon? You hop onto Instragram and-also blocked. Seriously? And you thought you’re one petty bitch. Corpse is seriously prissy about everything. Damn, if he didn’t like your stream, he could’ve just said so. Didn’t need to, like, block you from his internet existence. So not cool.

You try texting him but no text go through. Well how will you let him know you deleted Tinder just like he asked? You relieve your frustrations by punching your pillow a few times. Later, you apologize to her, you didn’t mean to hurt her, it’s not her, it’s you. Fuck, 5 minutes of exile and you’re already loosing your mind.

“Raeeeeeeeeeeee!” You whine loudly. It’s roughly 2am now, but you don’t care. You’re too heartbroken to care. There’s a thump from her room, but nothing else, “Raeeeeeeeee!!!” You wail, wallowing in self-pity on your bed. You hear a very loud, very annoyed sigh from her room, followed by angry marching. Your door is abruptly thrown open, and in the dim, colorful light you see her scowl.

“What?” She grits.

“Can you please tell Corpse to unblock me from everything?”

“What did you do now?”

“I made fun of men on Tinder.”

She pauses, “...That doesn’t sound so bad.” She surmises, voice laced with suspicion, “What else?”

“...There was one really hot guy that I kinda sorta talked to after--”

“Y/n.”

“-But I totally deleted Tinder and honestly he was pretty boring, so, like, uhm, please?”

She sighs, the servery of which implies she is holding the weight of the world on her shoulders, and instantly you know that you won. She taps away at her phone, “You owe me one.” She states, and before you can reply, she exits your room and slams the door behind her.

Grinning, you text his phone again. The message goes through, oh gosh, you’re so relieved you feel like crying. This has been, officially, the worst five minutes of your life.

You Y DID U BLOCK ME LOSER!!! MAJOR LOSER ALERT!! I DELETED EVERYTHING IT WAS A JOKE r u still mad at me? y u always mad at me i never do anything:(

my husband You’re my baby, how do you think I’ll react when I see you publicly simping for some asshole on Tinder?

Oh no, he used the words, he delivered the killing blow. You’re finished. Your heart can’t take such a workout. 

Not that you would ever admit it to him, though!

You hehe ur jellyyyy u always dis jealous hehe?

my husband Not jealous.

Yeah, you might not be the brightest tool in the shed, but even you know that’s a lie. You send him an array of kissy emojis that he doesn’t have the decency to reply to. Then, completely unprompted and dead serious, you send him a simple voice memo, saying: “You really have nothing to worry about, you know? You’re my favorite, Corpsie.”

He responds via text, reiterating that he’s not fucking jealous and that he just doesn’t like when you show such outward interest in anyone but it’s not like he cares or anything. It’s just really, like, weeeeird to see his baby simping for another man like that totally ruins the whole dynamic!!! It was only natural that he should block you on every social media platform, including his personal number (which, like, was completely necessary! Doesn’t matter that his viewers can’t see it, it’s gotta be super believable!), and inform his followers of that, because it’s all a joke, like, for the dynamic, that Youtube grind, you know? Ya dig? No personal feelings were involved at all. He totally wasn’t upset that you found someone else cute, no way!

my husband I’m not jealous. Lol.

You ik u repeated tht like 50 times  u trynna convince me or??? lmao

my husband No comment. ...You don’t actually talk to anyone else like we’re talking, right?

You no one else calls me their baby if thts wat ur wondering at least not to my knowledge lol im all urs

my husband That makes me very happy to hear:)

Yeah, it makes you very happy, too.

hope you liked it!! xx

[suckerforcate]

I do care about you

Pairing: Wilhemina Venable×Reader

Word count: 1165

Warnings: None

Summary: You are Wilheminas new assistant and you fell in love with her.

A/n: I wrote this in 30 minutes in the middle of the night because I suddenly has the idea for it. Also this is my first time writing for Mina so I am kinda insecure about this. I went for a more soft Mina in this one cause I thought that would be easier. Again English isn't my first language. And I would be really happy about some feedback!

When you first started to work at Kineros Robotics as Wilhemina Venables assistant everybody you talked to warned you. They told you about the other assistants that were fired because of stupid little mistakes they made, how Ms. Venable treated her assistants. Normally you didn't judge people you didn't know, you just wanted to make your own picture of people but you couldn't deny that you were a little scared. But after some days of working for her you realised that the others were either wrong or Ms. Venable liked you.

She wasn't the dreamboss and she also wasn't cheery or super talkative but she was nice. She sometimes even gave you a small smile and she never yelled at you. You started to always bring her a coffee in the morning and sometimes you even had lunch together. She never came to you for it but she also didn't send you away when you came. So you reckoned it was fine with her.

You actually started to like her more and more. She had something that just made you feel... well, safe. To say that she spread warmth in you sounds a little ironic because she is the last person you would call warmhearted but it was true. You always looked forward to eating with her and the few smiles she gave you instantly made your day.

Everybody at Kineros Robotics was surprised that after 3 months you were still her assistant and there hadn't already been 5 new ones following you.

But nobody complained about that. They all liked you, you found some new friends and really loved to work there. It wasn't the job you always dreamed of but it was alright.

So when one of your friends from work brought you to the cafeteria on your birthday and everybody greated you there at your personal little surprise birthday party you were a hundred percent sure that Ms. Venable would also be there. You were looking for her the whole evening but she wasn't there and she also didn't come later. To say it didn't hurt you would be a lie. You would have given the whole party away just for her to be there.

And that was the evening you realised it. You asked yourself how you didn't understand it earlier, it was so clear.

You fell in love with her.

Your heart ached at the thought of her choosing not to be with you. Not to attend your birthday party. It ruined your evening.

Yes, the cake was delicious. Yes, the presents were nice. Yes, all your friends were there. Yes, it was fun. But she wasn't there. It all meant nothing without her. How could you have been so stupid to think she liked you.

That evening you went to bed but you didn't sleep. How could you. Your thoughts constantly driving off to Wilhemina.

The next morning you stood up not having slept at all. You got ready for the day and went to work. Today you didn't bring Ms. Venable her coffee. You understood she didn't want your company so you did her a favor and didn't annoy her with your company.

You also didn't bring her her coffee the next day or the day after that. Most of the time you tried to get out of her way. You just brought her the things she asked for and directly left her office.

This went on until one afternoon she came to your desk and asked you to follow her. You went to her office she closed the door after you and sat down. She looked at you expectantly but as she realised you weren't going to say or do anything she opened her mouth.

"You didn't bring me my coffee the last days."

It wasn't a question just a statement.

"Yes, that's right."

She looked at you slightly annoyed.

"Why?"

You could just laugh at that. Was she so oblivious? You did her a favor she should be happy about it. She raised an eyebrow at your reaction.

"Well, I thought it was what you wanted. You showed me that you didn't want my company so I did you a favor." She looked at you in utter confusion. You had never seen this expression on her face before. It nearly made you chuckled a little cause it looked so cute but you hid that chuckle well. This wasn't a situation to chuckle and your relationship wasn't nearly good enough for something like that.

"I... I don't understand (Y/n)."

"You weren't there. On my Birthday."

The thought of that made you tear up but you blinked the tears away before she could see it.

"Don't be ridiculous (Y/n). Nobody would have wanted me there. It was a party, do I look like a party person? They were all happy I wasn't there."

"Maybe they were, but I wasn't." Now you really teared up and you didn't try to keep it back. She looked confused again and opened her mouth but before she could say something you cut her off. "I was looking for you on that Party. I really wished you were there. I missed you. I wanted you there. I thought you liked me. At least a bit. I thought I meant something to you. But I see that I was wrong now. I was wrong about you. That's okay really. But don't expect me to bring you your stupid coffee now. You can make it yourself." Tears were streaming down your cheeks now and you didn't stop them, you couldn't stop them even if you wanted to. They were held in for too long.

Slowly Wilhemina stood up and made her way around the desk. "(Y/n) you weren't wrong about me. I do care about you. More than I ever cared about anyone. But no one likes me, not here and not anywhere else. I didn't think you could be an exception. I really thought you were happier without me there. I never wanted to hurt you. You have to believe me." she stopped in case you wanted to say something but your tears were still falling and you weren't able to get a word out so she continued.

"I didn't think you could ever like me, I am so much older than you and I am... I have a disability. It's disgusting." When she said that you cut her off by kissing her. She was perplex at first but then she slowly put her hands on your cheek and dried your tears while kissing you back. The kiss was short because you wanted to say something.

"Mina I don't like you, I love you. And please never say you're disgusting. You are perfect, ok? How could I not love you?" A single tear fell down Wilheminas cheek.

"What did you call me?" You smiled softly and repeated it. "Mina, is that ok?"

She pulled you closer to her.

"It's perfect."

And she kissed you again.

[headingalaxys-spicy]

Do you remember the “Yandere Angel America and Yandere Angel Germany falling in love with a demon darling.” Ask? If so, I was wondering if you could do the same, but with Russia and England? I’m sorry if I’m asking much but I just love your blog and I love your amazing writing 🥰❤️

Awe thank you! I’m glad you like my ramblings lmao.

Hope you like this one was well.

TW: Gets a little violent. Turn away if that's not your thing.

Oh man, two of the most envious Angels you could ask for. Not to mention these two even as Angels are outright dangerous.

Yandere! Angel England

While he may impress the elites of Heaven and God himself with his charm and chivalry man has a really nasty side to him. And when he sees something he wants it is easy for him to manipulate other people or Angels even when he wants it. So when he sees you even though you were a beauty you were still a demon. But no matter another a little British charm and polish couldn’t fix along with his trusted wand.

England had been stalking his demon darling for at least about 3 months and he somewhat enjoyed watching the chaos you created in humans' lives. However, he didn’t enjoy the other demon you brought along with you on some of your escapades. He really didn’t like it when you made out with them before or after one of your missions. It made his blood boil over into hell. Eventually, he won’t continue to wait on the sidelines. He will act upon his feelings to have you. During the time he stalks you he’s drawing up wedding papers and ways to change you into the Angel that he dreams of you being. The perfect bride molded to his desires. Once England has Demon Darling in his mind the thought will grow and consume him. He will not stop until he has you.

You and your demon lover were just out in the human world this time you were ruining a wedding. You had spiked envy in one of the sisters-in-law to where she had committed an unspeakable act: she announced her pregnancy in front of everyone during dinner.

Of course, massive arguments ensued and the rest of the wedding night for the bride and groom was ruined. Demon Darling and her lover just started to laugh at the amount of mayhem that was caused just from the one simple act of announcing a pregnancy at a wedding. It was hilarious to interfere with the affairs of humans.

Then to make the Darlings night go from enjoyable to miserable in a matter of seconds.

“Ahem. You two aren’t supposed to be anywhere near a holy ceremony combining two souls for eternity.” England would scoff and flip his wings at the two of you.

“Oh great a mood killer.” You would transform from your animal form as a pigeon along with your lover into your demon forms to confront the angel who was offended by your mere presence.

“And what are you going to do about it? It’s just one of you while there are two of us. And besides, we didn’t commit any bodily harm to those humans we just… spiced up their night a little.”

“YOU TWO DID MORE THAN THAT! YOU RUINED A PERFECTLY GOOD PARTY BY INCITING ENVY!” He would have his wand pointed at the two of you. Read to fire off. “A DEADLY SIN SPELL HAS NO PLACE IN A WEDDING!”

The two of you prepared to fight but even before that Angel England had that all figured out. With the flick of his wrist used a bounding spell to tie your hands.

“Hey what the hell?” You struggle in your restraints. He flies over to you and had your face towards your lover. The real show is about to begin.

He mutilates them right in front of your eyes. 100’s of angelic knives and arrows pierce into the body of your lover and they’re killed instantly they didn’t survive the first 5 arrows that drove themselves into their heart. The other knives and arrows tore into their body mercilessly. Black blood spattered everywhere and some of the carnage reached the darlings' face. The fluid dripping down her face mixed in with her salty tears.

The darling was too stunned to really even say anything after witnessing the Angel murder her lover.

“It’s okay don’t cry, love. Things will be better with me in heaven.” And that's the last thing Demon Darling Hears before blacking out completely.

Yandere! Angel Russia

A commanding archangel that instills fear into any being that meets him. He’s fought many wars for Heaven and won them. Seldom if he ever loses a battle. He was in for a battle of his morals and heart when he first saw the darling coming up from Hell on a mission to reap a human's soul. They had made a deal with her and she was there to claim her prize. The human was not able to hold up their end of the bargain. With her specially designed scythe she ended the humans' life that day without hesitation. That act of brutality with such finesse made Russia was struck right then by Cupid's arrow.

Russia will stalk his darling for at least about a year watching her cause as much carnage as she can, running people’s lives, making uproars in the human world, and spreading misery for all. Russia is enchanted by the amount Demon Darling is able to do as a single demon. He does have one qualm, however, the demon lover she sometimes has with her when she is upon earth spreading unhappiness. It makes his anger burn as bright if not brighter than the sun. When Demon Darling got too touchy-feely with her lover from hell one day it was too much for Russia as an Arch Angel to take he acted upon his worst impulses.

Demon Darling and her lover were simply enjoying the moonlight and the screams of the humans. This came to be because of the fire that you had started in the forest. It was burning down a nearby town that had a decent-sized population. Demon Darling had begun a passionate kiss and it was going to get hotter until a gunshot had rung out into the amber glowing light. The next moment she opened her eyes only to find out that her lover had their eyes wide open and was no longer receptive to the many times that she had called out their name. It was useless. They were gone.

“Ah подсолнух, time for you to come to your real home, da?”

Demon Darling will be 100% confused and filled with sadness and a plethora of other emotions that had hit her within the last 30 seconds. And the tall and foreboding Russian angel advancing towards her wasn’t helping her mental state either.

She knew she was done for considering that she was not able to move a single limb in her body. An angelic circle had been formed around her without realizing it. It had been created by the other three angels that she didn’t take notice of before. She just shook involuntarily as the angelic magic that was seeping into her veils proceeded to make her consciousness fade away into the pitch blackness of her unconscious mind.

[shinazugawaswife]

Love your work❤️❤️ I’m not sure if you write for Rafe but I you do, how about number 79 with him?✌🏼

To the beach - Rafe Cameron

I know you requested this such a long time ago and I'm sorry that I never got to it, but I haven't been on this app for so long and I just recently rewatched the show and wanted to write this<3

Prompt 79: "We'd make such a badass couple"

Prompts

Summary: you convince Rafe to go to the beach with you while you’re both as high as you can be

Warnings: drugs, swearing, violence (just a little fight were sexy Rafe kicks ass), a little sexual but nothing dangerous;)

Not my gif, creds to the owner

You had always been close with Sarah, ever since you'd met on the playground when you were both five. That meant you'd been to dinner at her house a hundred times and slept over at least a thousand times. Sarah was your best friend and the two of you were rarely seen without the other. 

It wasn't until about a year ago that you'd started noticing Rafe Cameron, Sarah's older brother. He'd always been around and he loved to make fun but you'd never seen him as anything more than Sarah's annoying brother. Last summer though, you'd suddenly realized how good-looking he actually was. It had been like a wake-up call for you. One day he was the same he'd always been, and the next he'd walked out to the pool where you and Sarah had been tanning, sending a wink your way, as he often did because he was a tease, and then jumped into the water, looking extremely good. You remembered the way he'd pushed his wet hair aside once he'd reached the surface again, and the way his muscles had tensed when he'd pulled himself out of the pool.

Since then you'd been aware every time Rafe had entered a room and somehow the smirk and winks that couldn't get to you before, now made your knees weak. You hadn't told anyone about this newfound discovery of yours though and it was a secret you intended to keep. It wasn't like you wanted to go anywhere with Rafe, he was your best friend's brother, but you couldn't help sneaking a peak of him from afar from time to time. 

Currently, you were in Sarah's room, getting ready for a party. It was a party Topper, Sarah's annoying and overly protective boyfriend, had gotten you and Sarah invited to. You knew a lot of the people who were coming you just didn't know the guy throwing the party. His name was Toby if you remembered correctly, and apparently his parents were out of town for the weekend.

When you arrived at the party, Sarah quickly disappeared somewhere with Topper. He was probably showing her all the things he didn't want her to drink or touch or do. You rolled your eyes at the thought. Sarah knew you weren't Topper's biggest fan, but you never voiced your opinion of him.

You wandered around by yourself for a while until you found a group of people that you knew. You sat with them for a while, laughing and drinking more than you should, until you were pretty wasted. You must've sat there for about an hour when Rafe came and sat down beside you. You weren't surprised to see him, Rafe had always been where the party was. 

The sofa you were sitting on was small, so Rafe and you were close once he'd squeezed down in between you and a girl named Carla. Carla was beautiful in such an annoying way. She was the kind of beautiful that made her get all the attention and she never even tried hiding how much she enjoyed it. She knew she was gorgeous and she would always use it to make a big drama. And even though she scooted closer to Rafe the minute he sat down, carefully tracing a finger down his arm while she spoke with a flirtatious tone "hi Rafe", his attention was solely on you. 

"Wanna try this?" Rafe asked you as he pulled out a bag of pills from his pocket. You'd taken drugs before, but never with Rafe, and though you knew it was a bad idea and Sarah would kill you, how could you say no?

You starred into Rafe's eyes as you sank a pill. He smirked as he took one as well, before smoothly draping his arm around your shoulders, leaning back on the couch. "Get out of here" Rafe demanded Carla, who'd been looking at you and Rafe with surprised eyes during your whole interaction. She huffed and made a dramatic swing of her hair before walking off towards the kitchen.

You smiled, no one dared stand up to Rafe Cameron. You had no idea why he was there with you, you figured he had lots of other people to do drugs with, but you didn't mind. You casually leaned into him, trying not to make it look like it was intentional, and waited for the room to start spinning.

It surprised you how fast the pill worked. Soon your body relaxed the way it only did when you smoked weed, but it was different from that still. It was like your limbs weighed a hundred pounds, but you still had all the energy in the world. You had a hard time describing the feeling, all you knew was that you liked it.

"I'm gonna go for a swim" you announced after you'd gotten used to the way your brain worked while under the effect of the drug. You rose from the sofa and almost fell to the floor, but Rafe caught you. "Thanks" your words came out blurry as you took Rafe's hand and led him towards the exit. Once you passed the kitchen and kept heading for the front door, Rafe pulled your arm back. "Pool's this way" he pointed to his right. You laughed at him as if he'd said the dumbest thing in the world.

"I don't wanna go in the pool, I wanna go in the ocean" you deadpanned as if it was obvious. "And how will you get to the beach?" Rafe laughed while slowly pulling you closer to him. "You have a bike don't you?" You raised your brows whiled tucking your bottom lip between your teeth. You looked at his lips, lingering them there for a moment before you looked back into his eyes. God, he was so hot.

When he didn't protest, you turned around and started walking again. You immediately spotted Rafe's bike once you were outside, and you ran towards it, excitingly placing yourself on it once you reached it. 

"I'm a bit too drunk to drive," Rafe smiled as he reached the bike as well. "It's never stopped you before, come on" you insisted.

It didn't take long for you to convince Rafe to take the two of you to the beach. After all, he wasn't the most responsible person on the island, so after a promise that oh yeah, you'd most definitely be skinny dipping, Rafe was all for it. 

Your hands were snaked around Rafe's waist as the wind was blowing through your hair. You closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling of being close to Rafe while driving through the night. The moment was ruined though when you felt your phone buzzing in the back pocket of your pants. You released your grip from around Rafe and pulled out your phone, it was Sarah calling. Instead of answering though, you went to the camera on your phone and took a couple of pictures. Your brain was pretty clouded though, so you chose to listen to the only current reasonable part of your mind, and put your phone back in your pocket before you dropped it.

It didn't take long for you to get to the beach, probably having something to do with Rafe driving way over the speed limit, but life was too good for you to care at the moment. Rafe stopped the engine of his dirtbike and you laughed, kissing his neck once from behind, before jumping off the bike and running towards the water.

Rafe had to take a minute, he was more used to the drugs, so it took a bit longer for him to get affected by them. He was just thanking God or the universe, or whoever the fuck was in charge, that he'd managed to drive here with a somewhat clear mind. The drugs slowly crept in on him now though and when he spotted you laying in the sand, laughing, some ten meters in front of him. There were absolutely no cons for him to go join you.

When you were laying in the sand with your eyes closed, you swore it felt like flying and you couldn't stop laughing. You questioned if you'd ever experienced anything as extraordinary. While Rafe was locking his bike, two guys approached you, drunk and curious as to what you were doing. You didn't notice them until they stood right above you, looking down at you. You opened your eyes and raised yourself in a hurry but your forehead collapsed with one of the guys' noses and you fell down again. You couldn't help but laugh, not even feeling the pain.

"What the fuck! I think she broke my nose" the guy called out. "Dude, chill, I barely bruised it" your laughter had died down to giggles as you rose from the ground. "Shut up! It fucking hurts" the guy raised his voice slightly, but you kept laughing. "I'm sorry, really, it wasn't even on purpose" you blinked repeatedly, trying to see straight. 

"Hey! Who the fuck are you?" Rafe roared as he approached you, having finally noticed the guys. "Your girl almost broke my nose dude, fucking bitch" the guy yelled out. It was like Rafe had a switch that went from decent to aggressively angry in a matter of seconds, and he lunched at the guy. His fist landed right in the center of the guy's face, so hard you were able to hear the bones crushing. His nose was definitely broken now. The guy stumbled backward and his friend, who'd been quiet until now, immediately jumped forward, but Rafe grabbed his fist in the air and hit him in the stomach. The guy hunched forward in a cry of pain.

Both guys soon regained strength and though their punches were sloppy due to the obvious intake of alcohol, they managed to get a few good hits at Rafe seeing he wasn't really in his best state either. Everything happened so quickly you barely got to react before Rafe was in a boxing match with two strangers. They hadn't even done anything, why did Rafe freak out?

You didn't wonder for long before you ran to Rafe's side and kicked one of the strangers in the balls, making him instantly fall to the ground. Rafe hit the other right across the jaw and the strength of the punch made him fall to the soft sand as well. Both guys laid whimpering on the ground and Rafe pointed a demanding finger at them, "do not call her a bitch, you fucking losers" he roared before he grabbed your hand and walked in the opposite direction.

Once you were a couple of meters away his demeanor completely changed again, as he looked back at the guys and started laughing. "We'd make such a badass couple" he announced as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders for the second time that night, and pulled you close.

You couldn't help but smile, did he really just say that? 

Your brain didn't get a lot of time to overthink what Rafe had just said though before you looked at the ocean and remembered why you were even here in the first place. You smiled like a little girl who'd just gotten a candyfloss and ran towards the ocean. You threw off your shirt while running and stepped out of your pants as you reached the water, wasting n getting in.

You were only in your underwear, but it wasn't nearly as cold as you'd feared. You dived under, getting your hair and face wet, and when you resurfaced two things happened. One, your brain immediately cleared up from the fresh sensation of water in your face, and two, Rafe was standing right in front of you.

You giggled, "wasn't it worth it? Driving all the way? A pool can't compare to this."

Rafe didn't answer, he just looked at you. He was determined to kiss you. He barely registered what you were saying, because all he could think about was kissing you. So he did just that.

Taking you by surprise, he walked forward, grabbed your face, and smashed his lips onto yours. It didn't take you many seconds to realize what was happening and you snaked your arms around his neck, eagerly pulling him closer.

What was even happening? Why would he even want to kiss you, you were younger than him and Sarah was your best friend.

In the back of your mind, you knew this was only for one night and that Rafe was the fuckboy of them all and you were probably just a fun challenge for him, his sister's best friend. But you didn't mind, you were just gonna make tonight last as long as possible and you knew you'd have no regrets in the morning.

The water stopped at your waist, which meant it reached Rafe just to the top of his hips. His hands moved from your face, down your waist, and down to your butt, giving it a squeeze. You gasped and he smoothly sneaked his tongue into your mouth. He grabbed your thighs and lifted you. Your legs wrapped around his waist and the kiss turned rough and heated. His hands stayed on your thighs, holding you up, while his thumbs traced small circles on your skin.

Truth was, Rafe had wanted to kiss you for a while. He had always thought you looked good, but recently his eyes had opened to how good-looking you actually were. God, you were the prettiest girl he'd ever seen. 

There was no sound other than the gentle waves and the sound of your mouths moving against each other. Rafe pulled your legs tighter around him and your hands moved to his hair, pulling slightly. You both let out a moan, swallowing each other's sound. You couldn't get enough, it was like you needed more, faster. 

There was no way you were having sex with Sarah's brother though. She was never gonna find out about this, but if she did, she would might be able to get over a kiss, but she'd never forgive you or Rafe if you slept together.

Eventually, after what felt like hours, Rafe let go of you and you separated yourself from him. You couldn't help but smile.

You looked up at Rafe who was smiling down at you, moving his hand to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. You tilted your head, certain that this came close to the best night of your life. You broke the silence after a couple of minutes.

"Hi Rafe" you mimicked Carla's high-pitched voice from earlier and you both started laughing. Rafe shook his head, a smile still playing on his lips as he leaned down and kissed you once before grabbing your hand and you walked back towards the shore.

[thetomorrowshow]

a jig in plaited time

Happy holidays, @under-the-blue-moonlight ! I really enjoyed writing up some intrulogical content for you (and this may actually get additional chapters lol, I’m really happy with it).

Here is your @sanderssidesgiftxchange gift!

ships: Intrulogical, background Royality

cw: anxiety, intrusive thoughts, panic attack, mannequins, mentions of food

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Why was Remus at the mall?

That was a simple question, with a just as simple answer. He was at the mall for a suit and tie, one he needed for his brother's wedding. It needed to be “salmon” or whatever, with a blue tie.

A much less simple answer was to the next question.

Why was Remus at the mall on Black Friday?

In all honesty, Remus hadn't known about Black Friday until he arrived. He hadn't really had a good feeling about it on the way here, but he'd paid no mind to his instincts. He didn't often have a good feeling about anything. There had been far too many cars for this time of morning on a weekday. What had really tipped him off, though, was the huge sign in the window of Nordstrom's.

'BLACK FRIDAY SALE!'

Even at that point he wasn't entirely sure what that meant. It became far more clear when he entered the building to find it absolutely packed. Well, there could be an upside to this. Maybe there would be a sale on the suit he needed.

Remus hadn't been this close to someone since he was in the womb, and he could not say that he was very comfortable with it. Remus didn't care much for close spaces and touching people, he hadn't since middle school. It just made him feel sort of icky.

As soon as possible, he ducked out of Nordstrom's, only to find that the rest of the mall was in a similar condition. JC Penney actually looked worse. Normally when Remus was feeling overwhelmed, he'd sidle into Hot Topic or somewhere else with obnoxiously loud music. By drowning his feelings in the noise, he generally was able to recollect himself. The mall was certainly loud, but not in a good way at all. Even if he tried to find someplace with music, he wouldn't be able to enjoy it with all these people.

Remus was stressed. But he needed this suit, seeing as his brother's wedding was literally tomorrow. Why did he leave it this late? Well, Remus knew he was nothing if not a master procrastinator. He also knew he couldn’t be the only one.

Remus waded his way through the crowd to a relatively people-free corner and wiggled his phone out of the pockets of his definitely too-small jeans (not that he'd admit they were too small out loud—his brother had told him they were on every occasion he wore them) and texted the wedding group chat.

Remus: hey im at the mall. anything yall need?

Robro: Why are you at the mall on black friday?

Patty-Cake: ooh can you get me a pair of sunglasses? Mine broke last week

Remus: sure. stuff for wedding?

Robro: idk. Let me ask mom

Remus shoved his phone back in his pocket, then extracted it again as it buzzed a moment later.

Robro: Yeah mom says get some classy decor or something

Ant: I don't think remus knows what classy means

Remus: shut up i got this

Toby: wait what's going on? It's like 10am why are you all awake

Robro: idk if you knew this tobes but I'm getting married tomorrow

Toby: shut up man

Ant: even Remy knows

Sleep: even i know loser

Remus: toby do u need help

Toby: I hate it heeere

Patty-Cake: Aw Toby that isn't very nice! And good morning everyone!

Robro: hello sunshine!! <3

Sleep: i need you both to not start that

Remus: get a room dorks

Okay, classy decor. Sunglasses for the groom. Pink suit. Blue tie. Probably some dress shoes. A wedding present. Dress socks too. Did Remus need to have a tie pin? He'd ask later. Napkins, definitely. No one ever had enough napkins at events. Did he need to have a pocket handkerchief?

Remus checked the list of what his suit needed that Roman had sent him a month or two ago. Yes, a blue pocket square. This was a lot.

Remus swallowed back his sudden panic and took a few deep breaths, jamming his still-buzzing phone back into his pocket. He could do this. Sunglasses first, there was a Sunglasses Hut within eyesight. All he had to do was fight through the crowd.

He reached the kiosk with few incidents and surveyed the sleek glasses for five minutes before seeing a pair that were shaped like a cartoon frog. Patton would love those. And if he didn't, then Remus just got a neat pair of sunglasses! He purchased the glasses and moved on to the next place to conquer.

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By the time Remus was back at Nordstrom's, he was completely out of energy. Nordstrom's had two levels, and so much stuff, and so many people. He still had to get the suit and socks, and the wedding present. Maybe it seemed like he hadn't done much, but he had actually done a lot, considering how busy the mall was. He'd barely escaped a fistfight outside of the electronics store. The fact that he'd been able to get shoes and so-called 'classy decor' and napkins? Remus was pretty proud, all things considered.

Nordstrom's was even busier than when he left, which was certainly distressing. Remus couldn't even see any clothes. Was that a mannequin or a really tall lady? Was that the escalator, or a bunch of people climbing on top of each other?

What if I set off a bomb right here? Would the whole tower fall down, the ones on top not actually hurt until they hit the ground?

Remus shook off the intrusive thought. This was getting bad. It was already almost one—that meant that not only was he stressed, but he was getting hungry. His thoughts would continue to devolve until he got out of here and got some food.

I could eat that man! That would certainly clear the place out, and I'm sure he's delicious!

Remus groaned. He needed to sit down, but there were no seats free anywhere. He hefted his bags higher on his shoulders and forged on. He had to get this suit, or else the wedding would be ruined. The man in question (who was fairly attractive) bumped him, and Remus had to close his eyes to fight his brain. This was getting out of hand.

There was a little square cut out in the wall where a headless mannequin stood, no doubt showing off the latest in boys' fashion. Remus ducked between its legs and pushed his back up against the wall, knees drawn up close to his chest. He pulled out his phone with some difficulty.

Remus: hey so ro does my suit need a tie pin

Robro: Don't worry abt it, mom got matching tie pins for everyone

Sleep: ree babes are you buying ur suit now?

Remus: shut up

Sleep: on black friday?

Remus: no

Ant: did you even know it was black friday

Remus: ...

Toby: wait the wedding is tmrrw

Robro: Believe me tobias I'm aware

Remus: yah ik im not buying the whole suit just shoes

Robro: Good I almost had a heart attack, you almost certainly wouldn't be able to find one

Now truly panicking, Remus dropped his phone onto his stomach and buried his fists in his hair. How was he supposed to find a salmon suit and a blue tie, as well as nice socks? Plus a wedding present? Especially in this crowd, when he had no clue where to even look for a suit. And he still had to go to the party tonight, then the wedding tomorrow, and it was so loud. Everyone was yelling over each other, and Remus couldn't even hear his own thoughts—except the bad ones. Why did he have to put this off so long? He needed out, he wasn't going to be able to get any of the stuff, he was going to ruin the wedding, like he ruined everything—

“Hello, may I help you?”

Remus looked up—at least, as up as he could look, with a mannequin just above him—to see a bespectacled store clerk looking down at him. 'Logan', his nametag read.

Remus opened his mouth, then closed it again before a string of curses could come out. He really wasn't doing well. There was just too much, too much everything.

“Is there anything I can help you find?” Logan asked, his voice rumbling a bit—or maybe it was the thunder of people in the shop. Whatever it was, it made Remus's stomach drop a little.

“Um, uh, pink!” If Remus had any shame, he would have slapped his own face. As it was, he started trying to pantomime a suit while stuck in a tiny hollow in the wall. Logan watched kindly, his face not betraying the disgust he was probably feeling.

“Pink what? Shirt?” Logan guessed. Remus shook his head, running his hands down his legs. Pants too, pants too.

“Pink . . . coat? Shorts? Pants?”

Remus traced back over his arms, almost crying. Here he was, bothering this poor clerk with his stupid non-verbal self.

“A pink suit?”

Remus jumped for joy, hitting his head on the crotch of the mannequin, instantly shuddering at the thoughts that flooded into his head. Logan held out a hand, and Remus took it, allowing himself to be pulled out of the wall.

“I can direct you to the suit section, right this way.”

Remus let himself be led by Logan, who occasionally looked back to make sure he was still there. The man had a curly mop of dark hair, and was slightly shorter than he was—not that it was a problem. Or anything important. Remus wasn't looking for a date. He was inconveniencing a store clerk on Black Friday. Although, he did need a plus one for the wedding. . . .

No, it was out of the question. He didn't even know this man. Roman would be upset if he ruined the wedding even more by showing up with some rando who would probably jump in the wedding cake or spill food all over the nice tablecloths or turn out to be really ugly because he was just wearing a mask made of someone else's face.

“Here is where the suits are. Do you need anything else?”

Remus stared at him, his mouth opening and shutting a few times. He wanted to say something stupid, like yeah, I need those eyes in my life, or something far more obscene, but he was okay. He could do this. He could survive peopling.

Logan gave him a sympathetic smile. “I can help you find the right suit, if that's what you require.”

Before he could stop himself, Remus was nodding. He let Logan pull him past a crying couple and two arguing families to a rack of suit coats that were red.

“Will these suffice?” the clerk asked, gesturing at them. Remus frowned. They weren't pink. Was the man messing with him? Seeing his look, Logan checked the tag and groaned. “Apologies, I'm colorblind. I could have sworn these were pink. Hopefully the last customer who I pointed this way was not upset.”

That was a joke, right? Remus almost laughed, but knew if he did he would start crying. Logan led him through the crowd with seemingly unending patience, occasionally smiling gently at him. Remus felt his heartrate spike every time one of those smiles was sent his way, but for a reason completely unrelated to the overpowering noise and crowd.

Logan found him a probably very nice pink suit—Remus wasn't really looking at it. Then Logan was kind enough to let him into an employee restroom to try it on, seeing as the dressing rooms had a line that ran all the way to the front doors. It fit nicely, tight (though not as tight as his jeans) and sleek, accompanied with a blue tie that Logan had found while he was changing.

“That looks very sharp on you, sir,” Logan informed him, as Remus blushed.

“Remus,” he blurted out. Logan raised his eyebrows.

“After the character in Roman mythology?” asked Logan, his tone betraying something like excitement. Remus nodded, then looked down at the tie.

“We—didn't look at—at ties yet,” he stammered, trying to make his voice work. “Where—?”

“Ah, it happens to be one of mine,” Logan said. For the first time, he looked a little uncomfortable. “I keep one in my locker for emergencies, and I thought it would look nice on—it would look nice. With the suit.”

Remus finally found the courage to smile back. “Thanks, Specs. Uh, sorry for taking up so much of your time. I'll just buy this, it's dope.”

“Oh no, I do not at all mind assisting you,” Logan said quickly. “At least I don't have to deal with . . . whatever is going on.”

“You could assist me by being my date!”

Logan stared.

Remus clapped a hand over his mouth.

“. . . What?”

“Nothing, nothing nothing,” said Remus. “I just—um—you need to get your tie back right? And I—if you let me, of course—I could just wear it, save money and all that, and you could come and then take it home so that I don't steal it or whatever?” He scrunched his eyes up, turning away so as to catch no sight of Logan rejecting him. Why did he have to say that? The noise pressed down on him again; despite still being in the staff restroom, it was almost too loud to bear.

“Wear it . . . where?”

Remus would already be curled up on the floor were it not for the very un-purchased suit he was currently wearing. “Um, my brother's wedding tomorrow?” he chanced, hands clenched over his eyes.

The utter disbelief in Logan's voice was clear as a bell. “You are buying a suit . . . for a wedding . . . that is tomorrow. On Black Friday, of all days.”

Tears choked Remus's throat. “Y-yeah, I'm really bad at planning.” Why was he even asking this cute clerk out anyway? Just because Roman kept teasing him for not having a date to the wedding? Or did he actually have a crush on Logan?

He searched his feelings briefly, and found almost instantly that he for sure had a crush. Okay, that was a lot to deal with right now. They had just met! It was just . . . the way he smiled at him, the way he didn't abandon him even though he'd been having a panic attack for about an hour at this point, how gentle and kind he was. Not to mention how put-together he was. And his hair? That was just hot.

Now though, just seconds after realizing he liked Logan, the guy was going to reject him because he had run his stupid mouth. Remus cringed. The silence had gone on for far too long.

“Well, I expect you to pick me up an hour before the event begins. I do not currently have my own means of transportation. You are quite fortunate that I do not work tomorrow.”

Wait.

What?

“You—you really—?” Remus's voice broke. He jumped as Logan lay a warm hand over his own, which were still pressed into his eyes.

“Of course,” Logan said kindly. “I know very little about you, but I rather feel that—and no offense meant—you will be distressed at such a large event as a wedding. I would love to continue to assist you.” He coughed, then added, “Also, the streak in your hair is very attractive.”

Remus almost sighed in relief. This was okay. He let Logan pull his hands away from his face, then ran a sleeve over his eyes and nose. Logan froze.

“Well, now you have to buy that suit,” Logan said. As an aside, he muttered, “At least it looks good on you.”

“Aw, Lo, you think I look hot?” Remus asked shakily, managing a smile. “What about my jeans? Think I look good in tight clothes?”

Logan turned away, unfortunately letting go of Remus's hands, the tips of his ears turning pink. “Are you always this insufferable?”

Remus slung an arm around his shoulder. “Yep! And you're stuck with me for a whole date!”

Logan pushed his glasses up his nose. “If it doesn't work out, we can just pretend we never met, if you like. We will both move on with our lives. There is no obligation that comes with this date, we are both free to back out at any time.”

Remus quickly retracted his arm from Logan's shoulder, then nodded. That made sense. He did like Logan, and he didn't want to upset him. Shameless flirting was definitely on the table, though.

“When's your lunch break?” Remus asked, as casually as possible. Logan snorted.

“I only have a twenty minute lunch today, they don't want me to leave them without as much help as possible.” Logan went to open the door and exit the restroom, then glanced back. “One o'clock. I plan on getting a sandwich at the Subway in the hall outside of the store. It would be wonderful if someone would wait in line for me and order me an Italian BMT and a bag of potato chips, so that I am not late in returning.”

Remus grinned. Easy-peasy, and just like that he would get to spend some time with Logan before the wedding.

Logan made to leave, but Remus grabbed his arm. “One sec, hot stuff,” he said, butterflies racing through his stomach at Logan's blush, “not to bother you any more or anything, but do you have any suggestions for a wedding present?”

The utter disbelief on Logan's face completely wiped out any blush that had been there. “The wedding is tomorrow, Remus.”

Remus's breath caught. Logan said his name. It sounded so beautiful coming from him. If a heavenly chorus had been singing around him at that moment, it would have been dull compared to Logan saying his name.

Logan sighed. “Of course I have some ideas. Do you need anything else?”

Remus pulled himself together, then grabbed his phone from the pile of his clothes on the floor. He checked the list, ignoring the notifications from the group chat.

“Uh, yeah. A pocket square to match the tie, and some nice socks.”

“That's doable. Tell me about your brother and his partner while we find those items. Perhaps you and I can put together an ideal gift.” Logan stepped out of the restroom to give Remus privacy while he changed back into his clothes. Remus shucked the suit off as quickly as possible. All the intense stimulation had blurred into the background, Logan being the only buzz he needed to keep going.

Remus didn't often have a good feeling about anything, but this? Oh yeah, there was definitely something good here.

[patchdotexe]

explorers of arvus: heading back / 3.11.21

zoom and enhonse

LAST TIME ON ARVUS taure passed out and we are now down a healer! also we met a disciple of halvkar, and surprisingly did not murder her. this is fine. we have instantly gotten distracted by our various carts. cats. our various cats

DID ANY OF US CATCH TAURE, SHE FELL OVER sieron tried to catch her and smacked charlie+thorne in the face (he rolled a nat1, f) BUT the catboy is to the rescue bc silje is the designated Not Incompetent of the group today

CONSULT THE CHILD hewwo yrel yrel: her mind is being consumed by the serpent of nightmares. :D charlie: HELLO?????//

so, dendar(?) the night serpent is imprisoned beneath arvus! she was formed from the nightmares of the first sentient being, and sometimes she eats people's nightmares. if she's exceptionally hungry, she'll force nightmares onto people for her to feed off their fear. yrel thinks taure will Probably wake up. there's a thing on arvus mentioned by the locals called a "sleeping sickness" where people will fall asleep for a few days, sometimes longer, but will wake up. its magical in cause, the people afflicted by it have horrific nightmares, and its just kinda. a thing. wowza

(i have gone back to spelling yrel's name as yrel bc i think it looks nice)

OH HEY SOMEONE POSTED A THEORY ON ONE OF MY STICKMOLUS ANIMATIONS man i should get back to stickmolus sometime. once dsmp releases its awful grip on me.

i keep getting distracted by seeing myself in the camera preview. i have a tooth gap! what the fuck its cute?? K I KNOW WE'RE SUPER BLURRY IN FRONT RN BUT PLEASE HELP ME STAY FOCUSED I SWEAR -leo

we're gonna build a sled! to put taure on. thorne: i have a good strength score. ....i say, out loud charlie: i am four feet tall. [cue argument between thorne & sieron about them both being horcs but sieron has a +0 bc strength is his dump stat] OH, OKAY, THORNE ROLLED A NAT20 TO CARRY TAURE. NICE

[discussion about what to tell everyone at camp vengenace] thorne: the last thing we need to do is a witch hunt charlie: --and we already hunted the witch! the witch has been hunted.

time to discuss strategy! we need to figure out how to head back to camp vengeance, eg if we want to follow the path we already took or if we wanna do some trailblazing. looks like we're gonna try and take the most direct path! which means we'll prolly risk tangoing with some undead but im willing to risk it TINY HUT STAIRCASE sorry i just remember it now and then

nyx: [meowing at his cats] thorne: uh... why is silje meowing? jorb: silje's food bowl is empty jorb: you look at silje's food bowl and there's a divot in the middle and the food is all on the sides emotionally, we must bully the catboy silje saw something interesting and started meowing

thorne: ill take first watch silje: ill also take first watch. charlie: [quietly] gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyy (but, like, extended for 15 seconds)

silje: [takes watch] [rolls a nat1 and gets distracted by looking at his crush]

THORNE HAS LOCATED A DOG the dog does not give a shit about the tiny hut. THE DOG HAS PEED ON THE TINY HUT goodbye dog

EVERYONE IS ROLLING AT LEAST 1 NAT1 thorne: wow! that sure is a dog. thorne has drawn the worst possible dog. thorne has erased the worst possible dog. we dont speak of the worst possible dog its the dog version of honse. DONSE

sieron is now on watch! MAN we are havin trouble rolling today. at least kali's here to make sure sieron doesnt stare at a rock for 50000 years sieron sees a mouse! bottom text

charlie is now on watch! kali is havin a big ol thonk. nothing meaningful has come of this

i am perceiving some deer. sieron is not perceiving some deer. silje is perceiving some deer, but better the deer are fucked up and undead! silje has gone from "we should hunt these deer for food" to "we should hunt these deer for sport"

charlie: i do not feel like being jumped by five thousand skeletons

charlie takes first watch with sieron! WHY ARE OUR ROLLS SO TERRIBLE taure is super cursed right now. that's not very pog charlie: this place sucks. thorne: to be fair, we havent-- charlie: YOU'RE ASLEEP, SHUT UP

oh hey coolname galvanic finally partied. nice.

thorne is at watch! solar: hey, is leomund's tiny hut an orb? there's a critter digging around! AH, THE CRITTER IS UNDEAD. this could be a problem

solar: hey michael, how much does the horrific sin against god dog i drew look like this creature michael: [dice roll noises] about 50%.

michael: if anyone likes, they can make a nature check-- solar: ME MEMEMEMEME ME ME ME

its a bulette! aka a land shark. problem: they are not normally undead. this one is undead.

jorb: imagine if you could tame one of those and use it as a mount. leo: IT WOULD JUST DIG UNDERGROUND AND LEAVE YOU THERE

we are just calling it a weird dog

we're going to mail a letter to the heart of arvus. HEY, CHECK OUT THIS WEIRD DOG,

JORB FOUND ART OF A BABY BULETTE. WEIRD PUPPY!

solar: hey guys, check out this sick art of a bulette i found

silje kept a lookout for the weird dog but its just fucked off. goodbye, weird dog give it up for day 3!

man there's been like, three incinerations today in blaseball. what's up with that. I SWEAR IM MOSTLY PAYING ATTENTION its just been an eventful day in blaseball. also im wearing my garages bomber rn. jaylen is home wooOOOO the wind smells stinky. this is fine.

we're actively avoiding whatever combat michael keeps nudging at us bc we're carrying around an unconscious person and i SWEAR hes gonna throw something directly at us once he's done with our shenanigans

UHH MICHAEL ASKING FOR PASSIVE PERCEPTION LOL

huh. this place used to be inhabited? we're in the woods rn but there's some like, stone ruins? like, VERY ruins. like, not really any structures standing, but enough evidence to show there Were things. WE FOUND A STATUE charlie: i want to smash my face against the lore.

used to be a circle of standing stones, but most of em fell over or got overgrown. inside of the circle has been cleared, although v roughly-- ground's torn up statue is of fjolnir! warrior holding up a spear and shield. AH, THERE ARE CORPSES, a human got REAL fucked up here. one of the corpses is straight up impaled on fjolnir's spear. n ... not pog.

i am trying so, so hard to pay attention. but i also kinda wanna take a nap.

charlie: [stares at statue] [rolls a 4] i wonder if he had a dick.

okay so something rolled in, tore up the overgrowth inside the circle, and murdered a couple dudes. and was also super tall and human-adjacent. hrm.

oh my god why are we rolling so shit today. time to stealth away and hope we dont get casually dismembered

k: jorb's hair is so long... leo: K, PLEASE,

time for a break! i am very tired but im gonan see if i can push through a little further. nyx is petting his cat why do orangatangs look like that

first watch is thorne and sieron! have they even, like, talked thorne unhabby ): thorne's worried we were tresspassing when checking out the statue, meanwhile im thinking about that one time when sieron got bit by a groundhog

(oh my god this is from late 2018)

leomund's tiny hut, aka the anti-sea bear circle we are getting SO much mileage out of the tiny hut. SILJE HUMS A SONG WITH KALI cute........... FINALLY I HAVE ROLLED ABOVE A 14 wait no i rolled a 16 twice. anyway we are not dead

nearly at camp vengenace! boy howdy i hope camp vengeance didnt get burned down. AH FUCK TAURE IS UNCONSCIOUS SO WE CANT CAST FOR DETECT POISON kaepora nearly made us all shit ourselves but its okay he just saw some bison and thought it was cool Michael Is Consulting Several Tables

WHY DOES JORB'S CAMERA ZOOM LIKE THAT why am i hungry. i have so many questions

HEY, TALL GUY [smacks sieron]

camp vengeance looks better! like, nobody's Obviously Sick anymore, the medical tents arent overfilled, we did it! we saved the dayyyyyy time to report to ryder! taure's getting dropped off at the medical tent

man remember when charlie didnt wear pants

oh man, with taure unconscious charlie is now taking point with social interaction. wild. jk im making jorb do it bc im tired HAHA NAT 20 PERSUASION BC OF ME HELPIN SIERON man ryder is such a cock. he was totally ready to keep throwing troops at heaven's brazier to die until we managed to persuade him out of it. jorb: did we tell ryder about the vision? michael: you kinda just took a look at him and went STINKY BOY!

okay yeah anything that dies on arvus will just pop back up as undead. man, arvus sucks.

ryder: alright, dismissed. charlie: seeya, soldier boy! :D hahahahaha im gonna eat his knees.

SILJE NEEDS ENRICHMENT IN HIS ENCLOSURE

charlie: ive decided he sucks. silje: we've already arrived to that, you're late!

LMAO WE WALKED IN ON INGRID AND HER CRUSH they fuckin. nice. you go, you funky lesbian

jorb: we've got the tiny hut, we could go anywhere leo: we could go to SPACE! nyx: we could not go to space. leo: WITH A TINY HUT STAIRCASE, WE CAN,

we are 320 miles away from the spaceship that exists on arvus. nice.

michael: justin sees you-- roll a strength saving throw. leo: i cant wait to die! [rolls a 3] I AM CRUSHED BY MY DOG michael: he rolled a nat20.

BOSS ENCOUNTER: CHARLIE'S DOG (the small circle next to him is one of the medical tents.)

THORNE IS PACT OF THE GUN solar: PARRY THIS, YOU FUCKING CASUAL

sieron, to ingrid: seems like youve been doing well charlie: i punch sieron. sieron: sieron: the camp, of course.

man we have no idea if the heart of arvus is actually related to the prophecy or not. theres a Lot of stuff lining up, but not enough, and its hard to say how much of it couldve been literal?

solar & michael: [discussing exposition] me: [cracking up bc penn sent me a funny dsmp joke]

prophecies are weird.

charlie is just s she is just sitting here SILJE PLAYED CARDS REALLY GOOD AT ME nyx rolled a nat20 and took all my money

oh cool we can talk to yrel telepathically! time to hoist yrel. THIS IS SO SCUFFED thorne mentioned yrel and now we're trying to explain to ingrid that we have a magic talking snake charlie: I WANT TO GO HOME. thorne: we cant go, we have a GOD-KING to kill! "i think theyre insane, theyre talking to a snake" "ingrid, druids exist" "oh. im gonna go back to getting railed by my 7 foot tall girlfriend"

[opes-magnas]

That wasn’t me.

Prompt from @flashfictionfridayofficial​, this is my first time trying out! Thank you for the prompt, I tried to play around with free indirect speech while writing this. Sorry that I’m a little late!

 ~ Lady Lazarus

tw; drinking, illegal substance abuse

He just goes on and on, doesn’t he?

Maria was almost glaring at her balding professor, standing on the pedestal. He was waving his hands around animatedly, his high pitched voice made everyone cringe in the depths of their souls. But as all professors, he was quite unaware of this reaction to his quite excited state of being.

“Let your imagination run wild, like an unbridled horse and write. Write with all your soul, purge yourself of all the thoughts swarming in your head like men without purpose, onto this blank sheet.”

“I might purge what’s coming up my throat into him.”

Aria nudged me, “Come on, Mare, let’s get out of here, he’s going to devour the last remain brain cells left in me after Robinson’s class, let’s go down to the square and see the matinee-”

She was about to go on and on too, but about the things they could do by cutting class. This was the last straw.

“Aria, you need to stop talking now, you made me miss what he was saying.”

“As if you were even listening, you weren’t and I know it for a fact.”

“Yes, I was, I certainly was! The amount of time we’re already wasting is costing our parents 5 dollars and if we cut class it will amount to 20-30 dollars and if we keep doing this about 3 times a week, as you do, they might as well go bankrupt.

“Now let me listen to him.”

Aria stared in silence. 

“Well, now you’ve just ruined my appetite for eating that deep dish pizza I was craving, and you and I both know why I’ve joined Vassar…”

“It’s to party!” they said unanimously, which rightly prompted Professor Johnson to look at them.

And this is the day I die, Maria thought.

“Ah, the annoying Miss Clarke. Well I’ve begun to get acquainted with the new ways you discover to interrupt the class even though I’ve had you here for nearly 3 years”, His eyes were narrow, demeaning. 

“Quite ingenious of you, why don’t you put that ingenuity of yours to work? I want you to go to your favourite Professor Robinson’s chamber and write anything, 2000 words mind you, and place it on my table by the end of today. Scurry on now.”

Aria slid off her desk and did a little cheeky dance at the Professor.

“The things I let you get away with Ms. Clarke, and Maria, I certainly never expected this of you….”

/////-----

The endless blue sky stretched before her, showing the infinite possibilities of what she could do. Maybe she should go to the nearest library or take a trip downtown and visit the museum to see the original Hemmingway copy of ‘Sun also Rises’, but a faint tune of strings led her towards the centre of the square. 

Everyone was crowded together in a circle and she slowly nudged her way through to see the artefact catching their attention, which was in fact a handsome young man playing a guitar. Seemed quite ordinary, but neither was he anywhere near to ordinary nor was his music.

She was instantly attracted to him, so she whipped the best ‘femme fatale’ looks she could. She played with her hair, and their eyes soon met.

“Hey, I’m Jordan. I play here every week and I’ve never seen you here. You new?” 

“Oh no, I go to Vassar. You must be a Juilliard student judging by your skills?”, I said with my eyebrows raised.

Jordan smiled, “You got me all figured out, why don’t you tell me more about myself at this amazing new pizza place I know?”

“That was fast,” I said surprised, “Cutting to chase huh? No beating around the bush? I’ll come, unless you’re vegan.

 “What do you have against vegans?!”

 “Everything.”

 And laughter ensued.

 /////----

He was sitting across from me in the corner of the restaurant and eyes stared at us, not with envy but in awe. How are you this ethereal? They seemed to ask.

He had quite an appetite and ordered almost everything off of the menu. A charming speaker too, almost as if he did this every day, laughing with pretty girls he picked off the street with his guitar skills and looks.

Maybe I’m thinking too much, he probably not the bad kind, he certainly doesn’t look like that.

And then he burped.

“I am so sorry, I couldn’t control it,” he chuckled. “You know what? Let’s get out of here. I know this place. You don’t look like you enjoy life too much, do you?”

“Well, I define ‘fun’ in a different way I guess…”, I replied in confusion.

“Oh, come on.”, his eyes were begging me to believe him.

And I did.

We raced across the streets and almost got a ticket. Booing the nearby Karen bitching about us driving too fast, swiping someone else’s order at Starbucks and running for our very dear life from the guards and entering the club from behind, I couldn’t believe what I did today. I don’t even remember his name. Jamie? John? I didn’t care. 

 This is fun.

 /////----

He held her hand and pushed across sweaty dancing bodies as if they were mannequins and led her to the counter, asked for some tequila shots. Boy, those were definitely not ‘some’.

“Don’t you think it’s a little early to be drinking? How is the club even open during the day?”, she said, concerned.

“Chill babes, come on here!”

Chill, huh?

He turned into a whole different person, the gentleman Julliard British guy was gone, replaced with someone else. He tugged at her waist and made her drink, one shot down, two and three turned into ten.

The ceiling was starting to distort into a hundred different colours, blinding lights glimmering across the walls, mirror balls lay shattered as some drunk guy pulled it off, everybody dancing so near they looked like a single entity.

Time seemed so fluid, like the liquid in the syringe, never knowing how much is in there, how much goes in and how much leaks out. I saw him grabbing my hip and holding my hand and dancing madly, like a rabid dog from hell.

/////-----

I opened my eyes to the white ceiling above, a lone light bulb shining like a lighthouse, looked to the left to find him, unbuckling his belt. With the other hand he poured into my mouth a shiny drink, almost like mercury.

He held her hands at her back, and was snorting off something white at the same time. And that’s when she realised.

“You filthy bastard, get off!”, she thrashed him off her as hard as she could, and in the next minute he was on the floor out blue, like the shots he drank, gurgling like a baby and looked at me one last time, giving me a death stare.

My hands white with whatever he had in him and as white as my face when I looked at myself in the mirror.

“What have I done?!”, I asked him in horror, “What have you made me do!”

[bangtan-sonyeonddaeng]

Hoseok Reaction| You meet and don’t tell him you know who he is only for him to find out later

You had seen the posts from army that Hoseok was flying to LA for some big project. You also just so happened to be in the city as well, having always wanted to visit there. The fact that you were now standing in the same city as him made your stomach do somersaults. Realistically, you knew the chances of running into him in a city as big as this one were slim to none. You didn’t want to get your hopes up. So you walked around the city doing the things you had normally planned. Imagine your surprise when you were walking to grab breakfast and a man who looked strangely like Hoseok came walking up next to you. You were stopped at a cross walk and snuck a glance out of the corner of your eye. He was wearing a mask over the bottom half of his face, but based on the recent photos you had seen of Hoseok at the airport you were almost 100% positive it was him. While you were waiting for the light to change you couldn’t help but notice he kept sneaking glances at you. You were doing the same to him and once your eyes met, you both looked away shyly. The light now signaled it was okay to cross and you both went across the street. You noticed that he made no move to adjust his speed, walking at the same pace as you.

“Excuse me.” You nearly jump out of your skin when he talks to you. You now can say for certain now you knew it was Hoseok. His voice was something you could recognize anywhere. you don’t react though at this realization. You wanted a chance to talk to him, no matter how small the interaction and you weren’t about to ruin it by fangirling over him. Even if he did look like a model straight off the runway. 

“Y-yeah?”

“I’m looking for a good place to get breakfast. Do you have any suggestions?” 

“Actually I am on my way to a cafe right now, it’s supposed to have pretty good reviews. Did you want to just come with me? I mean we don’t have to eat together! I can just show you where it is then we can go our separate ways after that.” He can’t help but chuckle at your rambling but he finds it quite endearing. 

“Okay. That sounds nice.” You two walk for a few more seconds, wondering if you should try to make conversation with him or just enjoy the silence. Hoseok snaps you out of your thoughts.

“Are you from LA?”

“Oh.. no I actually am just visiting. I’ve always wanted to come here. What about you?”

“Ah no.. I’m from pretty far away.”

“Oh really? Where?”

“South Korea.”

“Oh! Really? What brings you to LA?”

“Secret business, important business.” You almost giggle as you remember that clip of Hoseok telling people about their important business so they wouldn’t take photos of them but you hold it in. 

“Ah okay. You don’t have to tell me that’s fine. I’m just here for vacation really. Just enjoying the sights of the city and seeing what it has to offer.”

“That sounds really nice.. Every time I go to a new city it’s usually just to per- I mean work! Yes it’s usually for work.” He’s trying so hard not to give himself away. 

“Ah, well maybe while you’re here now you could stay a little bit longer. Really get to take everything in. Surely they must give you some time off right?”

“Yeah.. actually I am supposed to be on a break right now but sometimes you just can’t leave your work alone you know?”

“Yeah, I totally understand.” You are standing outside the cafe now and he goes in first, holding the door open for you. The host greets you at the front.

“Ah hello! How many are in your party?” You think for sure this is the end of your conversation with Hoseok, you are ready to part ways and go about your day. You were completely surprised when he held up 2 fingers and then looked back at you. 

“If that’s okay with you? Do you want to join me?” 

“I’d love to. Thank you for asking me.” If there was any doubt in your mind about whether or not you were talking to Hoseok it was all wiped away when he lowered his mask and smiled at you. It completely took your breath away, seeing that he was just as handsome in person as he was in their videos and performances. Here with you right now he was just Jung Hoseok, not J-Hope and seeing him relaxed and unwind made you happy to see him enjoying himself. 

You sit down and continue to talk more after you order your food, you asking him about his life back in South Korea. He gives vague answers but seems to be more interested in you anyway. You can’t believe the amount of times he’s smiled or laughed at something you said. It was like you two had known each other for such a long time. You instantly clicked, noticing that you personalities seemed to flow so well together. 

“Ah, wait a minute I just realized I never asked you what your name was!”

“It’s y/n. And what about you?” You honestly aren’t expecting him to give you his real name, instead opting for the fond nickname he had been given by the members.

“You can call me Hobi.” He holds his hand out across the table and you shake it, noticing that he holds onto your hand for a little bit longer than necessary. He drops his hand, feeling a little flustered when the waitress comes to give you your food and he realizes how long he was holding on to you. You two spend more time eating your break fast and talking to each other, easily falling into conversation like you had known each other your whole lives. Suddenly his phone goes off. He answers and is speaking rather quickly in Korean, you catch a few words. Something about a rehearsal or music video? He hangs up and gives you an apologetic smile. 

“Ah.. I’m sorry but work calls. I actually have to get going now but, it was really nice meeting you.” He stands up and seems to be having an internal debate with himself. “Do you.. do you think we can see each other again? I mean I’m going to be here for another few days at least and I was hoping maybe we could do this again if you'll be here for long?” 

“I’d love that actually. Do you want my number?” He nods happily, handing you his phone. You notice he has a photo of himself and Yoongi as his background and it makes you smile. You put your number in his contacts and hand your phone so he can do the same, thankful that you had already pulled up your contacts so he wouldn’t see your phone wallpaper was of BTS. 

“Text me later Hobi?”

“Yeah! After I am done working maybe we could go out to dinner or something?”

“I’d love that.”

You had grown quickly attached to him after that. You two spent everyday together for the next 3 days. After his ‘work’ you two would go out and see some sights or go to popular tourist attractions. He even took you to a Korean BBQ restaurant, wanting to tell you and show you more about his culture. You two drank and laughed and honestly you hadn’t been this happy in a long time. Hoseok really lived up to his stage name. After dinner he had offered to walk you back to your hotel since it was right up the block from where you two had ate .

“Do you want to come upstairs for a bit? We drank quite a bit and you should probably sober up before you go back.” 

“Ah it’s only our third date and you’re already trying to take me home, scandalous!” You burst out laughing and he laughs along with you.

“I’m not trying anything weird with you Hobi. I just want to spend time with you. Maybe watch a movie- wait did you just say date?” 

“You just caught on huh?”

“Is that what we’ve been doing?”

“I mean.. I was kind of hoping maybe you would see it that way?” You see him look down at his feet, too nervous to meet your gaze. You lean in and peck his cheek.

“I actually was thinking the same thing.” You take his hand and lace your fingers together as you walk upstairs. You let Hoseok scroll through the TV channels trying to find something to watch. Having found nothing of interest you both just sit on the bed thinking of random topics to talk about.

“What kind of music do you like? I don’t think I ever asked you?”

“Ah mostly hip hop and rap, some pop.  What about you?”

“I like um.. pop music. Mostly just what plays on the radio you know?”

“You should play me your favorite song.” Well you certainly can’t do that because your favorite song is by his band and you’re trying not to give anything away. You scroll through and pick a random English pop song, however while you were scrolling your finger lingered a little too long on another song and it immediately started playing. Of course it would be a song from his mixtape. You’re panicking when you hear the all too familiar drum line of Piece of Peace start playing in the hotel room. Hoseok immediately jumps away from you and you feel your heart aching. He points an accusatory finger at you.

“You.. you knew who I was this whole time?!” 

“Hobi, wait please I can explain.” 

“Explain what?! That you used me? Huh is that all you wanted? Just an opportunity to get close to your bias so you can brag to all the fans? What have you been taking screen shots of our conversations? Planning to sell that selfie we took together? God I can’t believe you. I actually thought.. I actually thought you liked me. I thought for once in my life I had found someone I could just be Hoseok around but you proved that’s obviously never going to happen for me.”

“I do like you. Not Jhope, not Hobi, YOU Jung Hoseok. And I would never do something like that to you. Please just let me explain.”

“How the hell do you expect me to believe you when you’ve been lying to me this whole time? You know what? I’m done. Gosh now I have to go change my number because you’re probably going to give that out to everyone too I’m surprised my phone isn’t blowing up yet.” You can’t stop the tears from streaming down your cheeks as you sob loudly into the hotel room. Hoseok almost breaks, almost. Until he remembers that everything was just a lie. None of this was real for you, just some game to play with him until you went back home with bragging rights. 

“I’m sorry Hoseok..”

“Yeah, yeah I’m sorry too.” He slams the hotel door on his way out and you feel like you can’t get a breath from how much you are crying. Hoseok debates with himself the whole way home. Should he have given you a chance to explain? Should he have stayed and demanded you deleted your conversations with each other? He had told you some really personal things that he hadn’t told very many people. He opened up to you, he trusted you. And it’s that realization that makes it hurt even worse. 

“Am I ever going to be able to just have a normal relationship with someone? Or is it always going to be like this?” He says to no one. He sighs heavily and calls a cab to take him back to his hotel. 

You feel awful. Worse than awful, you feel like the scum of the earth for hurting him. You should have just been honest from the start and maybe this never would have happened. The last thing you wanted to do was cause any sort of pain to an angel like him. You decide to be honest with him now, opening up your phone camera to record an apology to send to him, even though you’re certain he’s probably blocked your number, you have to try at least.

“Hoseok.. I am so sorry. No amount of words are ever going to be able to fully express how awful I feel for hurting you. I never wanted to betray your trust. These last few days I spent with you have been some of the best of my life. I haven’t laughed so much in.. gosh I can’t even remember how long. You made me so incredibly happy and all I did was hurt you. I.. I didn’t do this with bad intentions. I’m not going to sell our photo to the press, I’ll even delete it if you want me to. I’ll delete your number, erase our conversations whatever you want. I just wanted to get to know you. After our first day together I felt a strong connection with you and I didn’t want to mess it up by telling you I was a fan. I was worried you would turn tail and never talk to me again and I couldn't handle that. Well.. but now look that happened anyway. I know you’re never going to forgive me but I just had to tell you I was sorry and at least try to explain myself. I hope you get home safely. Goodbye Hoseok.” You turn the video off and send it, only to immediately start crying again. You don’t know how you held yourself together for that long.  You’re surprised that the video actually went through. Suddenly you’re exhausted after today’s events and you drift off to sleep. 

“I hope you get home safely. Goodbye Hoseok.” He doesn’t even realize he’s crying until he notices droplets of water start to fall on his phone. He wipes them away quickly trying to collect himself. He pauses for a moment, trying to work out the mess that was his brain right now. He felt so betrayed by you, and even though he had only known you for a short time he felt like his heart was broken. But hearing your heartfelt apology, knowing that you only had good intentions he found it difficult to stay angry with you. Only time would tell if you actually meant what you had said. With how he had yelled at you before storming out of the hotel, the hurtful things he had said to you, he wouldn’t be surprised if you actually would release all of his information. He scrolls through social media and is up quite late, trying to decide what to do and he’s slowly realizing that that scenario isn’t going to happen. You really were honest and telling the truth. And now he felt horrible. Before he could dwell on the feeling any longer he was struck with exhaustion and fell asleep. 

When he woke up he frantically threw the covers around looking for his phone to see a text message from you. 

I’m leaving in a few hours. I guess I’ll just delete your number then.. and everything else. I still will support you and be cheering for you though, just like a good fan should. I hope your project goes well and I can’t wait to see it. I know it’s going to be amazing because you put your whole heart into everything.

He panics as he looks at what time it is. You had sent that message 2 hours ago. He frantically runs out of his hotel room, not caring that he is still in his pajamas and didn’t even bother to try to hide his identity. He had to get to you before you left. He flagged down a taxi and asked them to hurry as fast as they could to get to your hotel. He got there in record time, running up to the front desk and asking if you had checked out yet.

“Ah.. I’m sorry but she just left. Is there anything I can help you with sir?” He shakes his head as his heart sinks and realizes that he’s too late. He sits on the couch in the lobby, debating if he should text you or if this was fate’s way of telling him that you two just weren’t meant to be. His thumb is still hovering over your contact information when suddenly he sees you walk through the lobby doors. 

“H-Hoseok? What are you doing here?”

“Me? What are you doing here! The front desk told me you left!” 

“That’s because I did.. I just left my charger in the room and was coming back to get it before I leave.” 

“Please don’t go.” He practically jumps off the couch and runs over to you, taking your hand in his. “i got your message… I heard your apology. I should have listened to you yesterday I am such an idiot I am so sorry. I yelled at you and accused you of horrible things and I understand if you don’t want to see me again but.. I just had to tell you how sorry I was before you left.” He looks so sincere and you can’t bring yourself to leave him. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into a hug. Hoseok stands there for a moment not moving, until you feel his arms snake around your waist and pull you in closer. 

“I forgive you. If you can forgive me for lying to you too.”

“Of course. You did it with the best intentions I can’t be mad at you y/n.” He pulls away smiling warmly at you. 

“Can we maybe continue where we left off?”

“Don’t you have to go?”

“I mean I was planning on staying for a few more days anyway. I just didn’t have a reason to anymore after I thought you hated me.” 

“I could never hate you. You’re too sweet for that.” He leans down and pecks your cheek and you instantly feel a blush forming. You walk over to the front desk, asking if you can check back into your room. She gives you a knowing smile and hands you the key back.

“Guess I better go grab my stuff out of the cab.” 

“I’ll grab it for you.” You watch him walking outside, feeling so incredibly grateful that he found it in his heart to forgive you. Hoseok was always such a kind and caring person, and seeing and getting to experience that first hand is something you will always appreciate. He walks back in and sees you staring at him. 

“What?”

“Nothing.. just thinking about how happy I am you’re here with me right now.” 

“I’m happy too. What do you want to do today?”

“Can we just stay in today? Maybe watch some TV, order room service?”

“That sounds great.” You two enter the elevator and head back to the room, not even bothering to unpack your stuff before you both flop onto the bed. You scoot closer to him and rest your head on his chest. He grabs the remote off the nightstand and flips through until he finds a movie he remembered you telling him that you liked. 

“Hey y/n?”

“Yeah Hobi?”

“Thank you..” He didn’t have to tell you what he was thanking for, you already knew. You just smile up at him and kiss his cheek. 

“And thank you too.”

[ruthoakenshield]

Little Miss Warrior (chapter 4)

Little Miss Warrior (chapter 3)  

The two of you get back to camp and Bombur and Bofur are getting lunch ready. Bofur is tossing boiled eggs at Bombur who is catching them in his mouth to entertain you. Balin is lounging in the shade of one of the nearby trees. Thorin gestures to you to sit on his bedroll. He starts to dig through his pack looking for something. 

One by one, the remaining dwarves leave the lake and dry off. They dress and head back to the camp when they smell Bombur's cooking. Dwalin looks over to see Thorin has dumped his whole traveling pack out and is looking for something. 

"What're ya lookin' for Thorin?" he asks. 

Thorin looks up and then over to you. Then he looks up at Dwalin, who is now standing next to Thorin, looking down at the mess in front of him.

"I'm looking for stuff y/n can use for armor. The vambraces on her arms are not thick enough to protect her arms to the kinds of attacks she will see on this trip. She has no other armor. 

Dwalin looks over at you and you shrug. 

"Stand up, Lass. Show me what you have for armor." He tells you.

You stand and go to your pack and pull out the vambraces and the leather shirt you wear when traveling. You hold them out to him and he looks at them. His eyes get wide when he sees your father's vambraces. He shakes his head. "These are worn out, Lass." he says as Balin comes over to look at them. 

"Does anyone have some extra leather?" Balin asks the group. Everyone moves to their packs and proceeds to dump them out on their bedrolls to look for anything that might work for you. Fili finds some extra leather (enough to line your vambraces to make them thicker), Kili finds a thicker leather brigandine vest and tosses it to you.

Bifur finds some leather and comes over and squats down and holds it to your shins. He nods and marks the leather for the width and length for both of your shins. He gets up and moves back to his bedroll. He makes motions to Bofur who looks at them and nods. He pulls out some leather straps and a couple spare buckles and tosses them to Bifur. Gloin hands over some leather and a belt to Bifur who grins and comes back over and looks up at you and says something. You look to Bofur for translation. Bofur asks Bifur something and Bifur nods.

"He wants to know if you'll let him hold the leather up to your thighs to measure it and see if there's enough to make some protection for your upper legs, Lass." he informs you. You look down at Bifur and nod. He measures the leather and mutters what you assume is a thank you, then heads back to his bedroll.

Dwalin goes to check on your harnesses and once they are completely dried, he hands them back to you, cleaned, oiled and already holding your weapons. You thank him and lay them on your pack, next to your sword that Balin laid there when he came back to the camp after swimming.

Over the course of the rest of the afternoon, you all ate lunch and you changed into your black leather traveling pants.  Once everyone was done eating, the Company fitted you with better armor and more protective clothing for traveling in.

You thanked them all and beamed when you saw the leather leg greaves and even a belt complete with thigh armor, and leather tassets that would protect your front, side and back of the thighs!

Bifur had crafted them and engraved them with the designs from your grandfather's sword sheath and daggers! He even made spaces in them for you to sheath your thigh daggers and knives. Kili helped you with hiding them both in your new thigh pieces and also in other parts of your armor. 

Finally they were all satisfied that you were sufficiently protected and you stood there in your new armor grinning from ear to ear. Thorin came up behind you smiling and placed around your neck his gorget to keep your upper neck and chest safe from swords or axes.

He whispered in your ear as he moved aside your hair to fasten the buckles. "Now you will be safe, amralime. Do you wish to try it out and see how well they work for you and if anything needs adjusting?" 

You look up at him from over your shoulder and then down at your armor. You bend down and place your throwing axes on your new belt and then finally put your holster for your battle axes back on. You strapped on your grandfather's sword and moved about the camp getting a feeling for the new armor and how it affected your balance, gait and movement. You were still able to reach all your weapons and move so you nodded. 

Everyone grinned and you moved back to the beach. "NO throwing me in the water this time!!!!!" you emphasized. They all laughed at the thought while you removed your grandfather's sword and asked Bilbo to hang onto it for you and told him not to lay it down anywhere. He nodded and slung it over his shoulder.

The dwarves made a circle around you and each took turns attacking you. You traded blows with them back and forth; they were careful how hard they hit you, until both you and them could gauge how hard a hit you could take before it hurt too much. 

Dwalin and Thorin as well as Kili and Fili and Bofur had the most fun attacking you and getting you used to your new armor. Nearly everyone had contributed something to make sure you were protected. Some parted with precious leather scraps, others parted with spare straps, buckles, and lacings. 

Suddenly you all heard rustling in the woods and you ran to Bilbo. He quickly handed you your sword and you had just finished buckling it to your waist when they emerged from the treeline.... Orcs.

It was a small hunting party and when they saw you all on the shoreline, they attacked. Luckily the dwarves all had their weapons and were not caught swimming. You chuckled at the thought.

Dwalin looking at you with a puzzled look. "At least they waited till you all were done swimming!" you giggled. He chuckled and rolled his eyes. You all formed a line and Bilbo hung back behind everyone not wanting to deal with Orcs at the moment. 

Dwalin was on your left, Thorin was on your right. You pulled out your grandfather's sword and held it ready. Dwalin, Balin and Thorin grinned when they saw it glowing blue and it began to let out a humming sound. The orcs were close and saw the sword and froze.

Some who did not recognize the sword attacked and were quickly cut down by you and your companions. Making your sword hum louder as it cut the orcs to ribbons. The Orcs who recognized your sword were hesitant to attack. 

You grinned. "Afraid of a little dwarvish sword?" you taunted.

They growled. "We know what that sword is you dwarvish filth! It has killed many of our kind!" they replied, retreating a few steps. 

"Cowards!" Dwalin taunted. "You'd flee from a Lass with a sword! Now that's a new one!" He further taunted. 

The orcs growled. They ran and attacked. You took a couple blows, but thanks to your armor, you were fine. Your sword sliced through the two Orcs who attacked you and Thorin and the other two attacked Dwalin, Balin and Bofur. The rest of the dwarves kept an eye out for any other Orcs, but none appeared after that. You looked at the dead orcs and growled. "They would have to come and desecrate this lovely beach with their blood!" you huffed. 

The dwarves looked at you then at each other. They all grinned and laid their weapons near you and began to haul the bodies away from the beach and off to the side away from everything. Then they burned the bodies. By the time they finished, everyone was filthy again and it was getting close to dusk.

While they hauled the bodies, you cleaned the weapons that had been used and laid them by the packs of their owners.  

When they got back, Dwalin showed you how to clean off your armor so it wouldn't be ruined. Then everyone went to the lake to clean up and get ready for supper. You and Thorin went to the deep end of the lake where you had bathed before while everyone else stayed by the shallow end.  

You all quickly bathed and re-dressed as the evening was beginning to become cool. Though Thorin still took the opportunity to make love to you once more before you got out to get dressed, earning giggles from you and some teasing from the company. 

When you all came back to camp. Bilbo came over to you as Thorin helped you pack up your armor. Once you were back to just traveling clothes, you sat down and enjoyed a nice cup of tea that he handed to you and Thorin. You both thanked him. 

"Y/n, why did your grandfather's sword glow blue and sing when those Orcs were attacking?" Bilbo asked as he sat down. You giggled and looked at Thorin, who smirked. 

Balin overheard the question and came over. "That sword, dear Bilbo, was a gift to y/n's grandfather from Glorfindel. He fashioned it specifically for her grandfather and enchanted it to glow blue when Orcs or Goblins are nearby; it's humming comes from the delight it takes in cleaving it's enemies, which is why it kills instantly with only one blow. It never needs sharpening and as you saw, it can cut the head off of an Orc in one swipe." Balin explains. "Only those of y/n's grandfather's lineage are able to wield it effectively." he explains. 

"Ahhh." Bilbo replies. You nod. 

Balin chuckles. "We should all get some food then rest tonight. We need to be heading out by morn'." he informs the group. 

You stand and walk over to help Bombur with the stew he was preparing. Thorin watched grinning, unable to take his eyes off of you in those black leather pants. 

Dwalin noticed Thorin's gaze and chuckled. "Are we gonna have to keep the two of you separated so you can focus, Lad?" he teases Thorin with a jab to his rib. Thorin growls and looks at Dwalin, his ears a bit pink. 

"I don't know what you're talking about Dwalin." Thorin replies grumpily.

"I think you do, Thorin. Is she going to be a distraction for you? Because if she is, I'll make her the rear guard!" Dwalin threatens quietly. 

Thorin sighs and looks down. "Mahal, I was not expecting to find my One on this journey, Dwalin. All I can think about is her now." he sighs. 

Dwalin grumbles. "I thought so. Thorin, you NEED to focus on the quest... Otherwise we might as well just head back to the Blue Mountains. We can't travel and have you distracted by the Lass, even if she is your One." he reminds Thorin. "There's too much at risk to let your guard down with such distractions!" He prods Thorin. 

"I know, Dwalin!" Thorin growls, trying to keep y/n from hearing the conversation. "I know." he says again, quieter. "I just need time to think." he says and gets up and walks to the far end of the lake. 

You look up and see Thorin walking away from the camp and start to follow, but Dwalin grabs your arm. "Let him go, Lass. He has some thinkin' he needs to do. He needs to start focusing on the next leg of the journey and can't afford distractions." he says quietly. 

You look up at him and feel your eyes start to sting. You nod and look across the lake to where Thorin is walking. You turn back and grab your things. Everyone watches as you repack and don your belongings. "What are ya doin' Lassie?" Bofur asks. 

"I'm going off over there, where I won't be a distraction for a certain dwarf." you tell them and move your pack away from the group so you will be out of Thorin's line of sight once he gets back to camp. 

Balin looks up annoyed at Dwalin. "What'd you go and do that for?" he asks, smacking his brother on the arm. 

"Thorin is struggling to focus, Balin. She's distracting him and she's all he thinks about!" he replies quietly. Balin sighs, "Well ya didn't have to go and kick her out of the camp!" he scolds Dwalin. 

"I didn't!" Dwalin defends. Balin rolls his eyes. 

He gets up and goes to sit by Y/n. "Aren't ya gonna be cold over here, Lass?" he asks. 

You look up. "Perhaps, Balin, but I don't want to be a bother and a distraction to Thorin. I understand he needs to focus on your quest and not on me." you tell him quietly. "I'm content to wait and stay in the background until the mountain is won." you inform him.

Balin sighs, "That's very considerate of ya lass, but I don't think Thorin will see it that way. When he returns he will be worried if he doesn't see ya. If ya keep your distance and push him away, he will think you do not want to be with him and will think ya no longer want to be married to him. You two need to talk and figure out together how to handle this. He will need time to focus on the quest, but he will also need you for the peace and love you give to him." Balin tells you. 

"Let him do his thinking, and when he comes back to camp go to him and talk about this. Ask him what he needs from you so that you are not a distraction to him as we travel and see what you can do to help him stay focused on the quest." Balin suggests. 

You sigh and nod. 

"Come on now, Lass, Bombur has supper almost ready, come back and sit where you were so Thorin doesn't begin to worry." Balin says as he stands and offers you his hand. 

You nod, stand and walk back with him. You place your pack near Thorin's but leave distance there so he can have his space. You go back to helping Bombur finish supper. When it is ready, you begin to hand out the bowls of stew and the bread to the dwarrow.

They thank you and you look out across the lake, seeing that Thorin hasn't returned yet. You leave his bowl near the fire to stay warm and tell Bombur he isn't allowed to eat it nor the leftovers until Thorin has eaten his fill. Bombur looks at you sheepishly, and nods. 

You sit down and eat your supper. When you are full, Kili and Fili collect the bowls and eating utensils and head to the lake to wash them. They return and hand everyone back their eating utensils and bowl. Then everyone settles down for the night. Some talking quietly, others smoking their pipes. Dwalin takes first watch as everyone begins to settle down for the night. 

You get up and walk to the large boulder near the lake. You climb onto it and look up at the stars. Thinking about how quickly your life has changed since meeting these dwarrow. You watch the moon slowly glide across the sky, shining it's silver light onto the land and lake. 

"Ya should lie down and get some sleep, Lass." Dwalin says quietly as he comes up behind you. "You ok?" he asks. 

You continue to look up at the stars. "I'm fine, Dwalin. I just needed to do some thinking too." you reply. 

"I'm sorry I came off as an ass earlier." he apologized. "I didn't mean to make ya think that ya should leave camp." he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I know. I guess I was just upset and frustrated." you reply. "I don't want to hinder you all and I certainly do not want to distract Thorin from his duties and focusing on this quest." you reply. 

"I'm content to wait and stay in the background until Erebor is reclaimed." you tell him. "I'm not essential for the success of this quest, he is." you mention.

Dwalin comes up and stands beside the boulder and looks at you for a minute. "You are essential, Lass. You have given Thorin something none of the rest of us could." he tells you. 

You look at him puzzled. 

"You give him hope for a future in Erebor. Before he wanted to reclaim it for his kin. Now he wants that but he also wants to reclaim it for HIS home with YOU." You have given him peace, love, and a future that only someone who is his One can offer. He has been happier these last few days since finding you, than he has in all the years I've known him." he tells you. 

You look at him speechless. 

Dwalin chuckles. "Just be there for him when he needs you. You can be in the background if he'll let you, but don't be surprised if he wants you by his side. But you'll have to help him keep his focus on the quest and not on humping you like a love-sick bunny in the spring!" he teases, chuckling. 

You look at him in disbelief for a moment then when he raises an eyebrow and gives you a wink and a smirk, you bust out laughing. "Ok, Dwalin. I will try to rein him in." you giggle. 

He pats your back and thanks you. Then he turns and heads for the camp. 

After a while, you see Thorin's shadow moving along the edge of the lake. You watch as he comes up the beach to you, not noticing you sitting on the boulder. 

You begin to hum quietly and he looks up surprised. He comes over to you and helps you down off the boulder. "Amralime." he says and kisses you gently. 

"I wondered when you were going to come back." you tell him. "Your supper almost got eaten by Bombur." you tease. 

Thorin chuckles. "It wouldn't be the first time, my Love." 

"It is sitting by the fire, waiting for you, Amralime. I threatened him that he could not have leftovers nor your food until after you had eaten." you giggle. 

Thorin grins and takes you in his arms. "Thank you, my Love." he says and kisses you again. 

"Come," you say quietly and you lead him back to camp. He sits down on his bedroll and you bring him his supper. He pulls you down next to him and then begins to eat. 

"You lie down and put your head on his lap, using his thick thighs as a pillow. He looks down at you and chuckles. "Aren't you afraid I'm going to drip this on you?" he asks. You shake your head, 'no'. 

He quickly finishes eating and then sets the bowl down off to the side. You stand up and untie your bed roll from your pack and get ready for bed. You don't notice Thorin pulling your bed roll next to his and when you look, he is laying on them looking up at you.

You raise an eyebrow and he motions for you to come join him. You pull your pack over to be near his and take off your harness with the battle axes and unhook your belt with the throwing axes, and thigh protectors. You take your throwing axes and place them under your make shift pillow. 

Thorin watches you and chuckles. You grin and toe off your boots and set them by your pack. You snuggle in next to Thorin and he wraps the two of you in his fur cloak. 

You hear Dwalin chuckle and Thorin looks up at him. "She disappears under that. Looks like she isn't even there, except for her feet stickin' out the bottom." he teases. 

You poke your head out the top and glare at him. He just chuckles again and tells the two of you to go to sleep... "and no humping like bunnies!" he teases, making Thorin chuckle and rub himself against your bum. You give his thigh a smack and he chuckles. 

"Goodnight, amralime." he whispers in your ear as he nuzzles your neck and peppers it with kisses. You tell him the same thing and he wraps his arm tightly around your waist and places his hand between your breasts. "Mine." he whispers. "I love you." he tells you as the two of you fall into a deep, restful sleep.

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Unlimited, Chapter 3 (Scyvie Wicked AU) - EmoWithOddSocks

A/N: Haha remember this? No, me neither until about 3 days ago. Welp i’m determined to finish it, unlike half the stuff i post.

Please be kind it’s been a while

News of the night’s upcoming events sent the students of Shiz into a state of madness as everyone rushed to find themselves an outfit and date for the evening . Yvie didn’t understand the need for such effort, finding the whole party nothing more than an excuse for the wealthy students to show off their parents’ money. Instead of adding herself to the growing madness Yvie began the short walk to return to her dorm room, only to be stopped by one of Scarlet’s followers.

“Oi Oddly.” Raj’ah spat from across the hallway, “Do everyone a favour and don’t bother showing up tonight, no one wants you there.”

“Wasn’t even considering going anyway.” Yvie yelled back, angrily stomping back to the dorm, glad to find Scarlet was nowhere to be found. She breathed heavily. Truth be told Professor West’s words haunted her in a way which sent her mind spiraling into overdrive. She continued to read quietly, scanning the pages for any more information about magic, why did she of all people possessed it and how it could be used for the good of Oz.  Yvie’s research continued until the unwanted interruption of the door slamming open.

“Yvie! Yvie! Yvie!” The intruder bellowed, pouncing herself onto Yvie’s bed and knocking off a few pillows in the process.

“Hello Nessa.” Yvie deadpanned, her eyes didn’t even leave the book page.

“Did you hear?” Vanessa asked excitedly, continuing the conversation before Yvie even had a chance to reply. “Everyone’s going to the Oz Dust Ballroom tonight! Have you seen Scarlet? Do you know what she’s wearing? I bet she’ll look stunning, I mean she always does but tonight is all about full glam mode.” Vanessa’s enthusiasm exhausted Yvie to the point where she reckoned only seeing the Wizard themself in the flesh  would be enough to shut her up.

“I have no interest in the party Vanessa.” Yvie marked her page before slamming the book shut. “Nor do I care about what little miss perfect is doing tonight. Raj’ah, her little admirer made herself very clear that i was not to go anywhere near the place.”

Vanessa huffed in annoyance at Yvie’s words.

“Well I care, I’ve already bagged myself a date as well.” She smiled and twirled a finger absentmindedly around her finger. “Miss Brooke Lynn sure is fine.” Nessa gave a dreamy smile, only reminding Yvie of how alone she felt at Shiz. At home she and Nessa did everything together, just because they had too. Here Yvie had up to now only been able to make enemies.

“Well have fun and be careful, I don’t think father could take a repeat of last year.”

“Sweet Oz Yvie, lighten up a little.” Vanessa complained, a scowl forming on her face “No wonder everyone hates you Yvie, why can’t you be more like Scarlet?” Her sister’s words stung, anger quickly began to bubble up inside causing Yvie to drop the book from her hands as they shook and clenched.

“You’ve really got to stop anger getting the best of you.”

All her strength became dedicated to pushing down the power which had begun to build up inside of her. Yvie was determined to control her emotions as well as her powers.

“Go away Nessa.” Her voice shook.

“Father was right about you.”

“GO AWAY.” A jolt of power shot through Yvie’s body and released, sending Vanessa falling to the ground Yvie panicked as Nessa rose from the floor clearly in pain from the unexpected encounter. “Ness i’m so sorry.”

Vanessa didn’t look back at her, walking to the doorway and stopping only to let Scarlet in.

“I wish you’d never become my sister.” Nessa half whispered under her breath but loud enough for both Yvie and Scarlet to hear it.

“What happened?” Scarlet perched herself on the edge of her bed, removing the straps of her black heels so she could change for the party. Her hair fell into perfect brown curls as the pins were removed from her updo.

“It doesn’t matter.” Yvie picked up the book she had dropped from the floor and straightened out the bed covers to their original neatness. “I’ll be out your way in a minute.”

Scarlet’s face softened slightly at her roommate’s response. She’d only heard around half of whatever had previously happened with Yvie and Vanessa, including the sudden use of the latter’s powers but could see that Yvie was holding something back.

“You don’t need to leave, after all this is your room as well.” Scarlet slipped off her day dress, making Yvie immediately look away in fear that her roommate would notice the slight blush dusting her cheeks. “I actually have something for you.”

A hat box was retrieved from the top of Scarlet’s closet and placed in front of Yvie.

“Well are you going to open it?” Scarlet asked, still only in her undergarments. Yvie carefully lifted the lid to reveal a pointy black hat that had been twisted out of shape, supposedly from being sat in the box for so long.

“Oh no it’s ruined.”

Yvie brought the hat over to her roommates mirror and placed it on her head, instantly liking how one side covered her right blank eye.

“I like it.” She turned to show Scarlet. “Thank you.”

“I knew it would suit you, Black is definitely not my colour.” She laughed pulling on a deep red dress with a sweetheart neckline, small crystals scattered across the skirt. “I thought you could wear it at the dance tonight.”

“But i’m not going.” Yvie sat on her bed and fiddled with a loose thread on the worn skirt of her dress.

“Nonsense, I Scarlet Envy officially invite you.”

“But Raj’ah said-” Yvie was cut off by her roommate.

“Let me deal with Raj’ah, at least consider it.” Scarlet smiled in the mirror, knowing Yvie would be able to see.

-

At exactly eight o’clock the party begun, students flooding into the Oz dust ballroom ready to let loose for the night.

A thousand lights sprinkled across the room, illuminating the many dancing couples that littered the ballroom dance floor. A sweet melody drifted from the band playing from a small stage at one end of the large room.

“Isn’t it just wonderful Raj’ah.” Scarlet spun around, the skirt of her dress fanning out around her hips.

“It’s perfect Scarlet, just like you.” Raj’ah complimented “May have this dance?”

Scarlet nodded and took the girl’s hand, leading her over to the center of the dance floor where they began to lazily waltz alongside the others. Nearby she caught a glimpse of Brooke and Vanessa together, completely infatuated with one another as they swayed long to the music. She’d may not always show it but Scarlet craved that type of love. Having loads of friends was great and all but really she wanted that one special person who would always be there to hold onto her forever. Scarlet was fully aware of the rumours going around about how Raj’ah felt about her. According to the grapevine Raj’ah was planning on confessing such feeling’s that very night. However Scarlet was still unsure about how she felt. Something else clouded her mind, a certain white haired roommate of her’s.

She thought back to the conversation with Yvie a few hours earlier. In fact it had been the first understanding of why Yvie acted how she did. Years of being treated like a monster and a mistake left her no choice but to build up emotional walls, convincing herself she was the insults being thrown at her.

Scarlet suddenly felt lost in the sea of colourful outfits she found herself in. The feeling of Raj’ah’s hand in hers started to feel extremely uncomfortable as her skin became clammy from the room’s heat.

“Are you okay?” Raj’ah asked, leading her dance partner over to the refreshment table.

“Just a little hot, nothing to worry about.” She forced a smile.

-

Yvie had argued with herself for over 3 hours on weather or not Scarlet’s invitation had been legitimate or not. But here she was, stood at the ballroom’s main entrance, ready to face whatever was thrown her way.

The odd girl’s arrival caused many of the dancing students to stop and stare as she entered the ballroom, twisted hat sat proudly on her head.

“What’s she doing here.” Raj’ah complained.

“I invited her.” Scarlet watched as Yvie stood awkwardly to the side clearly feeling out of place in the crowd. “Come on let’s sit on the balcony for a little while, i need some air.” She pulled Raj’ah away to avoid conflict.

Once outside Scarlet took deep breaths, happy to be out of the suffocating heat inside.

“Why did you invite Oddly?” Raj’ah looked at Scarlet annoyed.

“Because i wanted to, i am able to make my own decisions.” Scarlet crossed her arms, “ I don’t understand why you’re getting mad, it’s suppose to be a party.”

“I just don’t like the way she looks at you.” Raj’ah let go of the brunette’s hand. “She looks like she has some kind of creepy crush on you, like such a freak could have feelings like that.”

“I don’t appreciate your tone right now.”

“Don’t tell me you feel the same way, go then, go goin her freak squad.” Raj’ah screamed and ran back into the ballroom.

“That didn’t sound good.” Scarlet jumped at Yvie’s voice behind her. “Wait you’re crying? Here.” The white haired girl held out a handkerchief out to Scarlet who took it to dab away her tears she didn’t even realise were falling from her eyes.

“I haven’t been the kindest to you Yvie and I apologise. I try so hard to be good in front of everyone but I’ve only ever treated you how the others do. It’s as if they expect it from me.” Scarlet turned away from Yvie to lean on the balcony’s ledge and look out into the night sky. “I’m so sorry Yvie, my actions can surely not be forgiven.”

“I do forgive you Scarlet.” Yvie placed her hand over Scarlet’s. “You’re the only one who’s ever truly apologize for anything.”

“Yvie,can we be friends?”

“Of course.” For the first time since arriving at Shiz Yvie had a genuine smile on her face.

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Caveman part 5

Wow hi. Okay I know I said part 5 and 6 would be out like months ago BUT Caveman is finally complete!!!! Yes I finished part 5 and 6 and I’m posting 6 right after this one tonight. 

Word count: +4700

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Roman’s eyes got dark. Really dark, out of nowhere. With… fear? His jaw went slack and his hands fell from my hips. Maybe the hockey team was behind me. Then he did the last thing I expected, within a second, he turned and made a beeline for the door. 

What the fuck?

-

No. No. No. No. I didn’t just think that. I don't love her, I don't love anyone. I love football. I don't want to date her. 

I don't want her to take my clothes.

It would be adorable to see her prance around in shirts that are way too big for her, though.

No. I don’t want to spend all my nights with her.

I would like to drive around with her for hours, though. 

My head pounded once again as I shoved through the group of people in Ty’s living room. I could see people trying to talk to me, but I kept my eyes forward and my motive clear; I needed to get the hell out of here. It was too hot in here, too many people, I was too drunk. 

-

I stood in shock in the kitchen. There were no hockey guys, no cops, nothing. No reason for him to run away. It wasn’t me, was it? I shoved that thought away and made my way to the front door. I could see Roman pushing through the endless sea of drunk high school students- a feat I would have to attempt next. Roman created a divide in the sea of students but I wasn’t close enough to him to run through it. The crack left in the living room was quickly filled, leaving me no time to get to Roman.

I huffed and began pushing my way through the people. I could feel myself sweating. This was too overwhelming. Heat rose through me and I could feel the pounding in my head as it began to mimic the bass in the music. 

After shoving through what felt like 1,000 people, I finally made it to the front door. I turned back to look at the sea of people once more and I saw fiery red hair swaying with the music. Fuck. I can’t leave without Becky knowing. I couldn't walk push through that sea again so I sent her a quick text saying that Roman and I left and that when she wanted to leave the party, walk back to my house. Luckily, we walked to Tyler’s so I knew she wouldn't be able to drive anywhere. Roman was long gone out the door and I hoped he hadn’t left, he was way too drunk to drive. 

The crisp cool air instantly relieved how hot the alcohol was making me. I leaned against the front door after I closed it, trying to remain focused on what I came outside to do. But the air felt so nice on my skin and the closed door muffled the pounding music along with the pounding in my head. I could still hear it but it was definitely better. I waited a few peaceful seconds before opening my eyes and scanning the front yard. “Roman? ” My voice wavered as I looked. My own drunken unawareness was seriously not helping this situation. 

-

I don’t want to hold her at night.

I bet she’d be so warm. 

I don't want her to rub my shoulders and play with my hair. 

After a tough practice or rough game it would feel so good.

I don't want her to force me to watch her TV shows.

I do really like when she gets excited over them.

I already go to her house all the time.

I want to go to her house for a reason other than math, though.

I want her.

I love her. 

My dad is gonna kill me. 

-

I heard a groan that I recognized, then a voice that I recognized even better. “Go inside.” Roman. I followed the voice and found him standing under the tree in Tyler’s front lawn, he was fumbling through his pockets for his keys. He glared at me when I walked closer. “I told you, Lindsey. Go inside.” 

“No.” He pulled his keys out of his pocket. “And you are not driving anywhere!” I yanked the keys from his hand and his eyes scanned me from top to bottom then back up again. When my eyes met his, they looked emotionless and dead. Like the night he got benched. I felt fear rise inside of me, eliciting a new type of heat but I held the keys in my hand. 

“Give me my keys back. I’m going home.” Roman’s voice came out in a growl, he held his hand out but I didn’t let go of the keys. I slipped the keys in my pocket and put my empty hand in his. I could tell Roman was suppressing something. His face contorted in an effort to hide a smile. His gaze moved the ground before he squeezed my hand gently and looked at me. The cold glare was gone, he was looking at me like I was me again. 

“Let’s just walk back to my house. I don’t want you to drive or go home when you’re this drunk. My house is pretty close to here and you can come get your car in the morning.” 

-

She cares about me. 

Please don’t do this to yourself. This is going to ruin you forever. 

Am I gonna be more ruined if I go with her or if I don’t? 

One night won’t hurt. 

“What am I gonna tell my dad?” I asked, “He isn’t gonna be okay if I don't come home. He’ll flip and I’ll get grounded for the rest of my life.”

“Tell him you were out late. You were too tired to drive so you slept at Dean’s house.” She answered simply, still squeezing my hand. 

It was late, and I knew my dad wouldn’t pick up his phone, so I called. Like I figured, he didn't pick up so I called 3 more times before leaving him a message and sending him a text. That way, he couldn't get mad at me for not telling him, I called a bunch of times, left a message, and I texted. 

I slipped my phone in my pocket and looked at her. She was staring up at me, swaying back and forth every couple seconds. Her hands were holding onto my arm but they moved to my shoulders. She stood on her toes and kissed my jaw. She was begging me to kiss her- she couldn’t reach on her own- so I bent down and connected our lips. The kiss was brief but it still felt good. It made me want her even more than I already do. I would love to kiss her like this everyday. 

We walked down the street with our hands locked. Her hand was warm and soft- and small. It was adorable. She held tightly as she walked next to me. She was definitely worried before but it had faded away after I agreed to walk instead of drive. With each step she took, her pony tail bounced. She really was the cutest when she was drunk. 

-

We made it to my driveway and Roman stopped short. “Lindsey, what about your parents?” 

I turned back to him and took a step toward him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and I stood on my toes before whispering in his ear. “My parents are gone all weekend.” Roman straightened up after hearing my words, his large hand held my chin and he kissed my lips softly. 

A big goofy smile appeared on his face. “We’re home alone?” My cheeks got red and I started giggling before walking away from him, tempting him to follow me. “We’re home alone!” He yelled, following me up the driveway.

I quickly turned back to him with a smile on my face. “Shh. Don’t scream, Roman. My neighbors will wake up.” 

His drunken smile got bigger. “MR AND MRS WALSH, I’M GONNA FUCK YOU’RE DAUGHTER!” Roman’s screams echoed as he ran towards me and scooped me up into his arms. He carried me to my garage as I playfully struggled against his tight grip. But I didn’t really want him to let me go… ever. 

But he did put me down eventually. I opened my garage and he followed me inside. Roman grabbed my hips and pulled me against his hard body. I could feel his warm lips against my neck but I pulled away from him. I wanted to be mad at him. I really did. His dumb ass didn’t want a relationship but he got into a fight because he was jealous. I couldn't be mad though, he was dumb but I wasn’t mad. 

Roman looked at me with a concerned look on his face. I wanted to jump back into his arms but I decided that after what he did, he would have to wait a little. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed two water bottles from the fridge. The confusion on Roman’s face only grew. “Trust me, you’re gonna want this at 5 am when you wake up thirsty.” After tossing him a bottle, I held my hand out for him to take and led him towards the stairs.

That was enough waiting for the both of us. 

My head stopped pounding once me and Roman started walking to my house, but it started back up as I walked with him up the stairs. We’re about to have sex? What if he’s disappointed? What if I’m bad at it? I felt my stomach drop- my sober thoughts can’t be back already. I was doing so well all drunk and confident. 

My heart was pounding in sync with my head as we crossed the threshold of my bedroom. I didn’t turn to face Roman, his hands found my waist and he slowly walked around me. I could feel his eyes scanning me. When our eyes finally met, the pounding in my head stopped but the pounding of my heart picked up. Roman had the most desperate look in his eyes, like he’d die if he didn't have me. It gave me a sense of confidence and I pushed all the nervous thoughts out of my head. I placed my hands on Roman’s chest and shoved him down. His face was overcome with shock and his arms shot out in defense. Relief washed over his features and he exhaled after he hit my bed. 

Roman’s head fell back as his body relaxed against my mattress. His previously closed eyes shot open when he felt me straddle his lap. I felt him harden underneath me and my nerves almost took over. I focused on the feeling of Roman’s hands on the outside of my thighs and pushed the fear away. 

-

I was scared to do anything to her. With any other girl, her shirt would be off and my dick would be getting sucked. But Lindsey was different for some reason. 

You love her, idiot. 

No I don’t. I just didn’t want to rush her. I wanted her to be comfortable. I didn’t want to scare her. 

-

Why was he just staring at me like that? Was there something wrong with me? I really needed some more alcohol. But I couldn’t have any more. I needed to do this. He’s hard, there’s no way anything’s wrong. 

I rested my hands on his chest before slowly trailing them down to the hem of his shirt. Roman’s stomach involuntarily flexed when my fingertips passed over his belly button and I smiled. 

Has anyone ever touched him like this? Has he ever gone slow? 

My hands finally reached the hem of his shirt and I pulled it up slightly. Roman sat himself up on his forearms, letting me pull the shirt the rest of the way up. He slipped his arms out and laid back again. I hesitated slightly- not because I was scared- because I was admiring his god-like figure.

Roman Reigns was laying shirtless in my bed. 

-

I noticed Lindsey’s hesitation after she took my shirt off. Did she not want this? The light in her room was dim, but I could still see her brown eyes sparkling. That must mean something.

She eventually put her hand flat in the middle of my chest. I watched her bite her bottom lip as she traced her fingers down to the waistband of my boxers. Her fingertips danced over my belly button and my muscles flexed involuntarily. Her eyes were focused on my body but I was watching her face and I saw her smile to herself. 

Her soft lips pressed to the skin below my belly button and my head fell back against the bed, I almost couldn’t deal with this. No one has ever touched me slowly like this. The girls before her never took time to look at my body- they never took the time to admire me like Lindsey is. 

I was tempted to lift my head up when I felt her fingertips tease at the waist of my sweatpants, but I kept it pressed to her mattress. I lifted my hips so she could pull the pants off me. In my previous experiences clothes would be ripped off, foreplay would be skipped, and I’d already be inside, but this time was different. Lindsey was taking her time and honestly, it was making me nervous. She was giving me time to think- something I don't normally like to do in these situations. 

I heard the muffled thud of my pants hitting her floor, her fingers brushed over my thighs gently and I could feel myself throbbing. I didn’t have to look down to see the tent in my boxers, I knew it was there. Every time she moved, I could feel my cock brush against the fabric of my boxers- I needed her to touch me. I felt like a mess- my heart was racing, my head was pounding, my dick was throbbing- I couldn’t handle her moving so slowly. 

I liked to be in control in the bedroom, there was something about her though. I wanted Lindsey to do what she wanted. Part of me enjoyed this slow touching, all the attention, it felt like love. But the other part wanted it to be over, I was nervous, I felt defenseless.

My nerves had completely taken over at this point; my hips bucked up and I looked up to see why I did that. Lindsey’s eyes were locked on my face, my boxers were still on and her hand was on my cock. 

Her eyes scanned my body, I felt exposed and nervous. I hope she liked what she saw. 

-

Roman was glorious. He was in his boxers…  on my bed. His cock felt good in my hand, and I wondered what it would feel like in my mouth. Did I really just think that? I tried to sneak a look at Roman but he was watching me intently. He saw me look at his face briefly. 

Roman sat up in my bed but I kept my head down. His hand cupped my cheek and he lifted my face so I was looking at him. “Do you want to do this?” He asked in a deep whisper. My eyes met his and I was expecting to see disappointment in his eyes; Roman definitely didn't want this anymore. I had a chance but I wasted it because I was too nervous. 

But he wasn't disappointed, he was concerned and genuine. Did he actually care? No way. What if he does care? I blinked hard and brought my lips to his, Roman’s body relaxed and he pulled me into his lap. Our lips moved fluidly and the kiss broke for a split second as he pulled my shirt off over my head. Before he could toss my shirt back on the bed, our lips were connected again. His skin was hot against mine, it felt like my body was on fire. But I loved it- I craved it. I took my bra off before Roman hands reached the strap.

I wanted to enjoy this but that didn’t mean we had to go slow. 

-

I felt another wave of arousal burn through me as Lindsey picked up her pace. This is what I was used to- this is what I wanted. I couldn’t suppress the noise that I made when she began to roll her hips against me. It was a desperate, strained, moan. How much I wanted her scared me. It almost made me want to stop but I didn't stop, I couldn’t stop. 

I laid her down against her mattress and kneeled above her. I was honestly hoping I’d get my turn to admire her, but she pulled me down to kiss her before I could. I held myself up on my forearms but my bare chest pressed against hers. Her body was so warm, her skin was so smooth, she was perfect. Her hands trailed over my back gently until my mouth found her neck and she dug her fingernails into my skin- I knew she liked it, so I kept going. 

Almost instantly after my lips found her neck, she was trying to push me off. Her voice came out in a breathy whisper to beg me to get up and take my boxers off. I pulled my teeth from her neck- leaving a nice, dark mark- and stood back up on my knees. 

I guess she doesn’t wanna go slow anymore. Her hands yanked at my boxers and she froze for a moment when she released my dick. But that moment didn’t last very long, her soft hands wrapped around my dick and started stroking. 

This isn’t the first time a girl has touched my dick but it all felt different. It felt better. Her hands were softer, warmer, and they moved better than any girl before. My head fell forward and I let her take over. I didn’t want to. I usually don’t let the girl take over, but I couldn’t help it. 

Saying that I got used to it was the wrong phrase, but after a while, my head snapped back up and I grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the bed. Her dark eyes looked up at me so innocently and I almost lost control. 

no I can’t- I have to remember this. 

I blinked hard and moved to hold both her wrists above her head with one hand. My other hand trailed down her stomach and tapped her so she’d lift her hips up. Her hips bucked up quickly so I could pull her shorts and thong off in one fluid motion. I tossed them to the floor and I finally admired my prize. 

Her hands were above her head, leaving her completely exposed underneath me. My eyes scanned her beautiful body and stopped on her face. Her cheeks were already red and her eyes still sparkled like they always did. This was a different sparkle though, it wasn’t faint like usual, it was a flame. 

-

Roman’s hands held my wrists in place while the other found my center. His fingers swiped across the wetness and instantly found my clit. My hips bucked up involuntarily and he looked entertained. The last guy I fucked couldn’t find it. I had to fake it last time but I had a feeling that I wasn’t gonna have to do that this time. 

Without warning, Roman pumped two fingers into me slowly and I struggled against his grip. My eyes pleaded with his to let me go- I needed to touch him- but he held my wrists tightly. “Let go, Roman.” I whispered, not too confident that it would work. But surprisingly, it only took a couple more seconds before he melted. He loosed his grip on my wrist and my hands instantly grabbed his shoulders. I tried to control my hands- keep them in one place- but they wouldn’t stay. My mind raced and urged my hands to touch every inch of him. Who knows how long he’ll be here for? After all, he doesn’t want a relationship. When will he stop this? 

But he didn’t stop me. He let my hands explore his arms and back and shoulders. He let me kiss his lips and his jaw and his neck. He let me have him. 

Roman continued to pump his fingers in and out of me and I was starting to get antsy. I kissed from his collarbones up to his ear and bit down gently before I spoke. “Roman… please,” I originally had more to say but he didn’t need to hear it. He removed his fingers slowly and replaced the empty feeling in my gut with his length. 

My hands shot to his shoulders to brace myself and he paused once he was all the way in. 

-

“Are you okay?” I asked. All I wanted to do was ravage her. It was so tight and warm and she was digging her nails into my shoulders and looking into my eyes and I couldn’t take it. 

She nodded yes and stared at me with her big doe eyes. I looked at her briefly then buried my head in her neck before completely pulling out and pushing back in. I wanted to suppress my moan but I couldn’t. 

I continued with my rhythm for a few minutes- pulling out and pushing in- slowly getting faster with every thrust until I was pounding into her. 

Part of me felt bad- I should’ve been going slow, making her feel good- but the other part, the more dominant part, felt amazing. I wasn’t gonna stop, her moans were encouraging me- each noise that came from her lips begged me for more. I looked at her face- eyes screwed shut and mouth open, the look of ecstasy on her face- and I knew I had to keep going. 

-

I looked into his eyes and saw darkness. His pupils were dilated and I saw his eyes clouded with lust. “Roman!” My voice rang out as his pace quickened even more. I felt heat building in my gut and I knew I was close. I dug my fingernails into his shoulders and heard deep guttural growl come from him. 

Holy fuck that was the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. 

I had never seen that look in his eyes before, I was curious to see more but his head fell back into the crook of my neck. I didn’t think it was possible, but he got faster and the pounding got harder. His hands held himself up while I pressed my body to his. 

“Babe. Lindsey… fuck.” Roman kept thrusting and kissing and biting- my head was spinning and my heart was pounding. I was matching Roman’s thrusts. I was so close. I needed more so bad. 

“Roman. More. Please.” I begged, my hands tangling in his hair. The fire grew hotter, spreading throughout my body and I felt my muscles contract. A helpless squeak passed my lips and- holding myself against Roman’s still moving body- I froze.

-

I felt her insides tighten around me, giving me exactly what I needed to finish. My mind went blank and I bit down on the warm, soft skin of her neck before cumming inside of her. 

I had been holding myself above her but after my orgasm, I let go. My heart rate slowed and my vision cleared as I laid down on my prize. 

Her soft hands untangled from my hair and rubbed my back gently. I knew I needed to roll off of her but I didn’t want to. 

-

I grunted after Roman’s weight fell against me. He was heavy but I was okay- I felt warm and safe- he didn’t need to move. I ran my fingers gently up and down his muscular back and basked in the warmth from his body. Roman kissed my collarbone before looking up at me. “You okay?” He asked in a deep whisper. I nodded at him and kissed his lips softly. 

Never better. 

Roman pulled out of me slowly and tossed the condom in my garbage can before coming back to lay with me. He laid next to me on his back and I rolled to my side. I draped my arm over his chest and he rested his hand on my butt.

We didn't talk, we didn’t move. We just laid in silence, sharing looks and occasionally a kiss. I eventually fell asleep in Roman’s arms. His steady heartbeat, deep breaths, and strong body pulled me into an easy, deep slumber. 

-

I looked down at Lindsey’s beautiful face once more and realized that she was asleep. My perfect girl, asleep in my arms. 

What could be better? I asked myself as I held her against me. My heart fluttered and I got nervous- this has never happened to me before- but no matter how badly I wanted to move, I couldn’t. She looked so peaceful, I didn’t want to disturb her. 

Fuck it. I love her.

I let the thoughts I was trying so hard to repress consume me. I’ve never been In love before. I don’t know what it feels like, but whatever I’m feeling for Lindsey has to be something. She sighed in her sleep and snuggled closer to me and I felt my heart leap. 

For the first night ever, I fell asleep with a smile on my face: Lindsey was all mine. 

-

The sound of my doorbell ringing through my house woke me up. I tried to move but I couldn’t, at some point in the night Roman rolled onto his side and was still holding me tightly against him. The doorbell rang again. “Roman,” I whispered, turning in his arms to face him. His eyes were still shut and the corners of his mouth were turned up into the smallest little smile. He was sleeping so peacefully and I didn’t want to wake him but I had to get the door. “Roman I gotta get the door.” 

Roman groaned and rolled onto his back. He pulled me down with him and held me tightly against his chest. After a second, he let go of me and stretched, his hand slapped my headboard and he groaned again. Only my thin, cotton bed sheet covered us: we were both still naked and neither of us were too eager to get out of bed. His hand moved to the small of my back before he spoke. “I’ll get it. You stay here. I wanna keep you naked.” My head was tucked into his neck but I knew he was smirking. I ran my fingers over his collarbone before agreeing with him and letting him get out of bed. 

I didn’t even hide the fact that I was admiring him. He was so impressive; his back, shoulders, chest, and torso looked like they were carved from marble; his dick was semi-hard and huge; and his gorgeous black hair fell effortlessly like a waterfall over his shoulders. He turned to me and smiled as he put his boxers on. Roman’s neck had a few light bruises from where my teeth had been and I smiled when I saw them- he was all mine now. My hand went to my own neck- I couldn’t feel the bruises but I knew they were there. 

-

Lindsey watched me intently as I put my boxers on but I was okay with that. The thin blanket still covered most of her but her bare leg poked out and even that was enough to tease me. Her neck was littered with dark bruises and I scolded myself- how was she ever going to cover those up? At least now she’s claimed. No guy would ever try to take her from me. 

Lindsey sat up quickly and the rest of the bruises were revealed. I had left a trail of light hickies from her collarbone to her chest. Lindsey either didn’t notice or didn’t care, she just smiled and tossed me my sweatpants so I could open the door wearing more than just my boxers. I slipped them on and shot her a wink before walking out of her bedroom door. 

The doorbell kept ringing as I walked down the stairs. “I’m coming!” My voice echoed through the foyer and the ringing stopped instantly. Whoever it was, was not prepared to hear a male voice I guess. 

I swung the door open and squinted as more light poured in. “Roman?” Instantly, everything refocused. Baron was standing in the doorway and he didn’t look happy.

[getalittleclosey]

under 10k larry fic rec

hi! i’m becca and i read...so much fic. these rec lists are an accumulation of fic that i’ve read or reread and extra loved from 2016-now. there’s a wide range of stuff here and i think there’s definitely something for everyone!! i divided them up by length so you can check out all those categories below!

please make sure to read tags and warnings on all these fics!! the only things i think i can guarantee is that these are all larry, there’s no non-con, no age play, no eating disorders, no mentions of bg, they end happy, and they’re mostly aus. oh and they’re all on ao3 and some are locked so you’ll need an account! anyway i hope y’all enjoy!!!

under 5k

under 25k

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100k+

☆ colors of the rainbow (shine so bright) by whisperdlullaby 9k

Louis' a popular skateboarder who's out to ruin Harry's life, and sometimes Harry just likes to wear nail polish and panties. Or alternatively, the one where Harry absolutely does not have a diary.

note: there’s a part 2 that’s 6k

☆ day 3: tossed salad by missandrogyny 5k

Harry sighed. “Lou,” he said, as Louis pressed kisses onto the skin of his neck. He gripped at the edge of the washing machine as Louis nibbled lightly at a spot below his jaw. “I’m doing the laundry."

note: this is part of a series by multiple authors but imo can be read on its own as a pwp

☆ jealous of the moon by objectlesson 10k

This is how he dies, Harry Styles saying I want you in me when Louis can’t possibly fulfill that request in a reasonable or safe way.

☆ string theory by graceana 10k

au. louis buzzes with something and glows with another.

The last few players are trickling off the bus when Louis looks down at his hands to see that he is pretty simply put, glowing gold,” Aww what the fuck is this shit. Is it that noticeable?” He whines, doesn’t even make a big deal out of it like it’s a normal thing that should be happening right now.

aka. a cliche soulmatey-fate thing.

☆ you’re like a sponge (abrasive and colorful) by ladylondonderry 7k

Harry LOML Styles: Hey, can you recommend your fav shoe stores? Heels Abroad is closing and I know you know some good places

Butterflies have erupted in Louis’s stomach. This is the first time Harry has ever texted him. He glances down at the beat up old Adidas he wore for his run this morning. Harry thinks Louis knows some good places? He trusts Louis’s opinion on something?

Louis gulps, and then coughs up toothpaste, hastily spitting into the sink. Everything depends on this. Harry - Harry Styles - has texted him! Louis can’t mess this up. He has to be perfect. He has to have great shoe store recommendations. He feels giddy. This is it! A turn in their friendship! The toothpaste-y grin firmly on his face, he picks up his phone again just as another message comes through.

Harry LOML Styles: Sorry, wrong person

Oh.

Or, Louis's flirts look an awful lot like insults.

☆ rated r by cherrystreet 8k

Louis gifts Harry with a surprise sex tape, and it accidentally makes its way into Harry's family Christmas party. Ridiculousness ensues.

☆ stars and boulevards by cherrystreet 6k

They’d been friends for years, had known each other throughout middle school and into high school, meeting in a music class on a sticky September morning. They hit it off instantly, falling into one another immediately, never looking back. Their friendship was comfortable, genuine, safe, always there, achingly present and solid. Harry never felt uneasy confiding in Louis, their one year age gap making Louis somehow seem more worldly, more experienced, and even when Harry had to look down at Louis, he still looked up to him. They spent the quickly passing school years making each other’s homes their own, Harry’s mom calling Louis her honorary second son, Louis’ mom giving Harry a similar title, and everyone knew that if you wanted to find Harry, you had to find Louis first.

☆ in retrospect by ologist 9k

In retrospect, messing with time travel probably wasn’t the best idea George has ever had, and if that’s not the most ironic thing he doesn’t know what is.

note: this is from george shelley’s perspective so there’s quite a bit of union j!

☆ just you wait and see by orphan_account 7k  

In which Harry mistakes Louis' flirting as an attempt to steal his job.

  ☆ i wanna be yours now by justalittlelouislove 8k

“Look, I’m not saying that it’s for sure a serial killer.” Pressing the end of his cigarette to his lips, Zayn takes a short pull and speaks through the exhale, blowing smoke out of the side of his mouth and up towards the sky. “All I’m saying is there’s a good possibility it’s a serial killer.”

Someone is sending Louis flowers. Everyone suffers until Louis gets answers.

☆ come on over tonight by dinosaursmate 6k

As Louis reached Harry’s front path, he spotted something curious on the grass, near to Harry’s wheelie bins. Louis frowned in consternation. Was that…? He crouched down to look at the item a bit closer. It was a snowglobe. Not only was it a snowglobe, it was a Winnie The Pooh snowglobe. A rather large one. A Christmas themed one. - A friends with benefits au where Louis finds out there's a bit more to Harry than an insatiable sexual appetite.

☆ like vines (we intertwine) by turnyourankle 8k

The "Roswell" AU where Harry is an alien, Louis is not, and they've both been pining after each other for far too long.

☆ i was getting kinda used to being someone you loved by werebothstubborn 8k

His hand clamps down over Louis’ mouth as firmly as he can manage. “What do you want? C'mon, you have my full attention now. What. Do. You. Want.”

Louis manages to look apologetic as he licks slobbery circles around Harry's palm until he lets go. “Pretend to be my boyfriend,” he says, dramatically gulping in as much air as he can breathe.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“This bloke just came up to me, said he’d give us fifty quid to be in his music video.”

“And you said what? ‘Sure, just let me coerce my friend into it with uncomfortable amounts of PDA and blackmail’?”

or

Louis has a brilliant idea. Harry begs to differ. Until he doesn't.

☆ can’t you see the glow by supernope 8k

Four times Harry tries and fails to tell Louis he's pregnant, and the one time he (accidentally) succeeds.

☆ i’ll know my name when it’s called again by pukeandcry 9k

Louis wakes up in Harry's body. This is a problem for several reasons.

☆ make you never wanna leave by fairytalelights 9k

“But that's fine?” Now Louis just looks confused. “There are so many ways you can have fun sex. Wetness is helpful but not a requirement.” Harry can feel his face heating up. The way Louis said fun sex, like it's that easy, like he has all the experience. He might be a year older than Harry, but Harry's not quite sure if age is the only factor at play here. He doesn't know why the thought of Louis having sex makes his heart start to race again and he especially doesn't know why the next thing he blurts out is, “You could show me.”

or, Harry is an omega teen who has trouble getting wet even when he's turned on, Louis is his omega best friend who helps him experiment. In a completely platonic way, of course.

☆ i’ll show you magic by kingsofeverything (fullonlarrie) 5k

Louis didn’t mean to go home with a Muggle, and he didn’t mean to sneak out of his flat in the morning. He definitely didn’t mean to wind up in that same flat a month later, attempting to steal a magical object before the Muggle gets home.

☆ streetwise hercules by bottomlinsons 7k

“I said,” Louis’ voice is venomous, “who the fuck is this?”

Right.

This is Harry’s part.

(Uni AU, where Louis pretends to be Harry's boyfriend to scare away his one night stands.)

☆ a fully armed battalion (to remind me of my love) by mediawhore 6k

“He was flirting with you by the way,” Niall says casually once he’s finished saying goodbye to Louis and he’s joined Harry outside.

“No he wasn’t,” Harry replies automatically, feeling his heart clench at the thought. Was he?

Niall simply raises a mocking eyebrow in response before wrapping his scarf twice around his neck.

“Not that it matters!” Harry says quickly, eyes widening. “I wouldn’t care even if he did because he’s awful and the worst.”

Everyone at Hogwarts knows that Professor Styles and Professor Tomlinson absolutely despise each other. It's too bad that they're in love.

☆ we found love (right where we are) by dea_liberty 7k

Harry Styles hadn’t meant to come back to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry as a celebrity. Except, somehow – by accident - he sort of had. Now he can't go anywhere without someone (or a lot of someones) screaming hysterically and or trying to charm him into falling in love with them. To make matters worse, he couldn't even eat anything he found just anywhere because it might be laced with a love potion. The absolute kicker though was the fact that the one person he'd been trying to impress when he'd apparently impressed the whole bloody world was probably the only person whose attention he hadn't managed to catch.

☆ dreaming of you by orphan_account 10k

It’s as he’s smoking on their shitty little balcony that it really dawns on Louis. These thoughts he’s having are about Alex’s boyfriend. His brother’s boyfriend. Louis is an awful person. He’s always been the kind of person to want what he can’t have and while he’s never wanted anything like this, he can’t stop thinking about it now. How small he’d look next to Harry. How he could easily pin Louis to a wall. How good his long, thick fingers would feel on him, in him . He feels his dick twitch and leans against the cold glass door leading back into the house.

[or; Louis falls in love with his brother's boyfriend.]

☆ won’t you love me? by halos_boat 6k

Where Louis is Spider-Man, Harry is oblivious, Liam has a problem with communicating his feelings, Zayn is frustratingly handsome and Niall has a pet turtle.

☆ feels good on my lips by phdmama 8k

When Niall harasses Harry into returning to Vermont for their fifteenth high school reunion, Harry is really not sure he wants to go. High School wasn't the most fun for him, but when it turns out that Louis Tomlinson, his former best friend and current star of the silver screen is going to be there, Harry agrees. The road to reunion is never easy.

☆ like you hate me by krisstylinson 7k

“You have poor taste for someone with the last name Styles,” he says, turning to show the back of his pants to Harry—the pants Harry had just stitched his name across last night to keep this type of thing from happening again.

Of course, he’s accomplished nothing but indirectly making himself pop a stiffy over Louis fucking Tomlinson.

☆ call me a thief by moodlighting 9k

AU. Of all the people on campus, the one person Louis can’t seem to stop running into is Harry fucking Styles. And he keeps stealing all of Louis’ shit.

[killerqueenmachine]

Wonderwall - Gwilym Lee x Reader

Pairing: Gwilym Lee x Reader Words: 3685

Prompt: Wonderwall by Oasis

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol, ANGST - turns to fluff. Note: This is my contribution to @rogerina-deacon writing challenge!

Lyrics to the song are written in cursive. Lines marked with * __ * is a text-message.

A big thank you to @imsusx and @brianandthemays for BETA reading this. I really truly had a hard time making this one work out and you really helped me out. Thank you so much! I couldn't have done this without you guys. ❤️

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Today is gonna be the day That they're gonna throw it back to you By now you should've somehow Realized what you gotta do I don't believe that anybody Feels the way I do, about you now

"It's been going on for way too long already. It's too late to do or say anything now, and you know it! Besides... I think he might be in love with someone else." The words barely left your lips before you started to feel the heat rise to your face as you argued with your best friend. She was the only person in the whole world who knew about your crush on Gwilym and, as things were going, she would be the only person in the world to ever know. You had met Gwilym through your old classmate about a year and a half or so ago. He had invited you and Gwilym to the same party a while back. You hit it off instantly and became really good friends. But never more than that. Just friends.

Gwilym had brought you along for a lot of things that had to do with his work, though. Premiers, shoots, red carpets even a few interviews where you weren't on camera at all you were just there as moral support and because you really wanted to be there with him. Today was no different. He had invited you to a big release party for his newest movie, at least a thousand guests would be there, he had said. You had agreed in a heartbeat, taking up any opportunity to be with him.

"But you know today is going to be the best chance you have to tell him!" your friend whined, clearly as frustrated as you were.

"I don't have to tell him anything. It's just a stupid crush and-"

"A STUPID CRUSH?!" she yelled, cutting you off.

"You've been completely smitten with him for at least a year! That's not a stupid crush!"

You sighed, feeling the tears well up in your eyes. The feeling of hopelessness flooded through your veins. You knew she was right. At the bottom of your heart, you just knew. Every night for the past year you had fallen asleep pretending to be laying next to Gwilym, his arms wrapped around you and having his soft snores lull you to sleep. You had even started kissing your pillow, pretending to be kissing him instead.

"Hello? Earth is calling! You can't just back out of this by not answering me!" Your friend continued after a few moments.

"I'm... I know. I'm sorry. I just don't know what to do." you whined, walking backward until your back hit the wall behind you, allowing you to slide down until you were situated on the floor. You pulled up your knees and wrapped your arms around your legs, trying to become as small as possible.

"Then listen to me" she sighed, clearly getting fed up with the constant struggle with you being too shy to admit your feelings and her having to deal with all your emotional breakdowns. "You go to that fucking party, you turn it the fuck out and you get your sorry little ass together and tell Gwilym that you're in love with him and then you deal with whatever outcome there is!" she listed, pointing at you after every step in her plan.

"Yeah yeah yeah" you replied, resting your forehead on your arms.

"No! Don't 'yeah-yeah-yeah' me! Listen to my advice and do as I tell you. I love you - but man am I getting sick and tired of listening to your complaints about being single and how much to fancy this guy! Go out and do something about it!" your friend was still fuming.

"I know, sorry," you said and lifted your head, obtaining eye contact with your friend.

"Thank you for being there for me, though. Even though you are being a bit harsh right now” you continued while not-so-elegantly getting up from the floor again. “Are you hungry?"

"Yeah... I'm a little hungry. Hangry even, maybe" she laughed and shook her head.

"Thought so - let's go out. I'll treat us to some nachos, yeah?"

She agreed and the two of you quickly popped out for lunch before returning to your flat. Your friend had offered to help you get ready before Gwilym would come and pick you up so you could go to the party together. Now that you knew that this was going to be the night that you finally told him about your feelings, you wanted to look your best. Mainly because looking your best coincidentally also made you feel your best.

The sound of your doorbell went off and you knew exactly what that meant. Gwilym was finally here and you couldn't wait to see him. Quickly you downed the last of your drink and made your way to the front door. You pushed up your boobs one final time and straightened the front of your dress before slowly opening the door.

"Well well well, hello there little missy - aren't you a treat for the eye!" Gwilym said as he saw you. His words made the blood rush to your cheeks and a goofy smile made its way over your lips.

"Oh Gwil, you're too sweet" you laughed as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a hug.

He hummed in a non-verbal answer and placed a soft kiss to your cheek as he pulled away from the hug.

"Are you ready for a wild night?" he asked, offering his arm for you to hold on to, as he lead you away from your flat.

"Sure am, Sir. Sure am," you laughed and locked your door before following him to the car.

The car ride to the event went smoothly. Whenever you were alone with Gwilym it felt like it was the most natural thing in the world - like everything had fallen in to place. Yet, you still didn't dare to tell him how you actually felt. You just barely hinted at it during your conversation but he didn't seem to catch on - or if he did, he brushed it off.

You arrived at the party and Gwilym graciously lead you inside where you greeted all of his friends; friends that you had become very well acquainted with at this point, due to all the events you had been at, at this point. Within an hour or so Gwilym had left your side to go chat with someone else, while you stayed with Ben and Lucy.

"So how're things between you and Gwil?" Lucy asked, taking a slow sip of her drink.

"Things?" you asked, slightly confused, quickly scanning the room to see if Gwilym was anywhere close.

"Yeah? Aren't you guys like... A thing? I mean you've been to every single get together for the past 6 months?" she asked obviously more confused than you were.

"No, God no - we're absolutely just friends," you stammered, feeling a slight panic race through your body.

"Just friends, yeah?" Ben chimed in.

"Yeah, yeah. There's never been- uh... Never been anything," you said and your eyes darted to the floor, desperate to avoid any eye contact.

"Never? Really?" Lucy asked sounding almost flabbergasted.

"Yeah," you admitted with a defeated tone of voice.

"Do you want anything to be there?" Ben asked cautiously.

You kept your eyes glued to the floor, clearly spending way to much time thinking about your answer.

"I..." you said and sighed deeply. "I don't know. He's lovely, really - and I've thought-" you started. "No - no. Forget it. It doesn't matter" you sighed again deciding that it was better to keep your feelings a complete secret.

"It absolutely does matter! You have a crush on him, don't you?" Lucy said, sounding way more excited than you wanted her to.

"I.. Lucy I don't know how to-" You finally looked up from the ground and as your eyes searched to obtain eye contact with Lucy you accidentally looked over her shoulder.

Behind her across the room was Gwilym with some woman you had never seen before. Her hands on his bicep and cheek, his hands around her waist and their lips absolutely glued together. Your breath got caught in your throat and a million thoughts and feelings rushed through your mind before everything went black. Nothing mattered anymore.

"I'm sorry... I have to- uh- go," you whispered, feeling the tears starting to well up in your eyes.

"(Y/N) wait! What's-" Ben started before he saw Gwilym. "Oh," he gasped.

"Oh no," Lucy whispered and looked after you, only to see the very back of your head as you disappeared out of the front door.

The tears had started freely flowing down your cheeks ruining your make-up in no time. Frustration rushed through your veins and the uncontrollable urge to break things started filling your consciousness. At this point, you couldn't even be bothered to call a taxi. You need the fresh air, the break, the silence. In your fury, your hurt - and your stilettos - you just started walking, running almost, in the direction of your home. You managed to walk for an hour before the physical pain of wearing stilettos got too much and you had to call a taxi for the last few kilometers.

When you finally got home you slammed the door with a force you didn't even know you possessed. Kicked off your shoes and threw your purse on the floor. You stomped your way to your bedroom and violently got out of your clothes and right before you slammed on to the bed, a heartbreakingly primal scream left your lips, finally allowing you to collapse on to your bed. Your brain went crazy, running over every memory you have of you and Gwilym, causing you to violently sob and cry. The only thing that stopped your crying was when you finally fell asleep.

Backbeat, the word was on the street That the fire in your heart is out I'm sure you've heard it all before But you never really had a doubt I don't believe that anybody Feels the way I do about you now

It had been 3 months since the last time you had spoken to Gwilym. In the days after the party, he had desperately trying to get a hold of you, calling you, texting you - he even showed up to your flat. Yet you gave him no answer. Ben had been your main source of finding out what was going on with Gwilym and he had truly been there for you, allowing you to empty your heart and mind right onto his shoulders. Through him, you had found out that the woman Gwilym had been kissing on the night of the party continued to pop up alongside Gwilym, and at one point, Ben finally confirmed that the two of them were a couple. The message had broken the final piece of your heart, leaving you a sobbing mess once again.

Today you were woken up by a new text from Ben simply saying 'It's over. They're over'. You read the text and felt your heart started to race. Within a few minutes, you had gained control over your breathing and partly some control over your thoughts and you decided to call Ben. Luckily he picked up his phone quickly.

"It's me," his dark voice beamed through your phone.

"It's the mess calling," you softly said with a voice dripping with self-pity.

"Hello, Miss Mess. How are you doing?" he asked sounding genuinely worried about you.

"I'm... Okay. I think. Uhm, I actually called because of your text. Are they really? I mean have they broken up?" you nervously asked, fearing what Ben might tell you.

"Absolutely. Gwilym just popped over earlier. Apparently, she cheated on him but he didn't sound as upset as you would think someone who had just been cheated on would sound. He said something about their ‘thing’ never really 'feeling right' - whatever that was supposed to mean. He didn’t even refer to her as a girlfriend or well, ex-girlfriend.."

"Uh-huh. Well, that’s great - or, you know. Not great but.. yeah," you softly laughed. Ben always had a way to make you feel better, even on your darkest days. Well, almost. "Thank you so much for telling me, Ben. I'll call you back some other time okay? Miss you - bye!" You said and hung up once he had said his goodbyes too.

A strange feeling started to soar through your body. On one hand, it felt really good to know that Gwilym was no longer with anyone and on the other hand you felt bad for enjoying someone's misery. Even though you had felt like your heart had been shattered all those months ago your crush on Gwilym never disappeared. He was still the only man on your mind. Just as your thoughts started to wander another text ticked in on your phone.

*Are you ready to talk yet? I miss you so much. Please*

The text was from Gwilym and just seeing his name on your phone again made your heart skip a beat.

*I’m so sorry. I miss you too, can I call you?*

It didn’t take long before your phone rang and after a few deep breaths you picked it up.

“Gwilym?” you asked.

“Yes, God I’ve missed you so much,” he whined.

The conversation between the two of you wasn’t very long. It just didn’t seem right to have such a serious conversation through the phone. Just hearing his voice again made your heartache. Instead, you decided it was better to meet up, face to face, which ended up with you inviting him to your flat as soon as he had time to sit down and really talk. Three days. In three days from now, he would be over.

And all the roads we have to walk are winding And all the lights that lead us there are blinding There are many things that I Would like to say to you but I don't know how

The three days seemed to be longer than any other days you had ever lived through. You spent a lot of time tidying and cleaning your flat to hide the fact that you had barely been able to leave your bed out of pure self-pity for the past few months.

The nervousness of finally meeting up with Gwilym again started to spread throughout your body. For 3 whole months, you hadn't seen or talked to the man you once considered to be your best friend. But before the nerve-numbing feeling of panic managed to spread too far, you heard a very familiar voice call your name and a few subtle knocks on your door.

"Gwilym… Hi," you whispered softly as you opened the door, finally seeing him again. The look on this face made your body instantly fill with guilt and shame. The guilt of just leaving him behind and flat out ignore him for all those months, without even telling him why.

"I've missed you," he whined. He had already had quite the day and seeing you were the cherry on top of a very miserable cake.

"I'm so sorry. I'm just the wor-"

Gwilym took a single long stride forwards and scooped you into his arms, pulling you in for a rib-crushingly tight hug.

You could feel yourself melt into his touch, desperately trying to forget that the past 3 months had happened. You just wanted everything to go back to normal. After a few moments of silence, and just the two of you glued together in your doorway, you pulled out of the hug, finally inviting him inside and closing the door slowly behind him.

"Gwilym, I'm so so sorry for being such a bad friend. There are so many things I'd like to say to you, I just don't know how," you started to apologize as you turned around to face him again.

"God, I've missed the sound of your voice," he said in a laughing sigh.

"Listen, we've got a lot to talk about. Do you mind if I make myself a cuppa?" he asked quickly afterward.

"No - no, let me do it. Earl grey, no sugar, a splash of milk, yeah?" you said, making your way to your kitchen, quickly getting a pot of water ready for boiling.

"Please. That would be perfect," he said and dumped down on one of your kitchen chairs.

A few moments of silence passed through your tiny kitchen while the pot started to boil and you made two cups of tea. You slowly walked over and handed the milky one to Gwilym and sat down opposite from him.

"I.." you started but ended up sighing, not knowing how to word all the feelings you wanted to tell Gwilym about.

"No, let me," he insisted.

"I went by Ben's place earlier today and he told me about... Some things." he started and placed the cup of tea on the table.

"That party. I.. I just feel so bad. I didn't even realize you had left until three hours after. God, I felt horrible when I found out. I tried to call you but... You didn’t pick up - for three months," he said. It stung - bad. He hadn't even noticed that you had left.

"Listen, Gwil. You don't have-"

"No, please don't interrupt. I have so many things I need to say." he laughed softly, holding up his forefinger as if to shush you.

"But why now?" you said. You knew why he came by now and not earlier, but you wanted to hear it from him.

"She... I mean you know, the woman from the party, we... uh," he seemed to fumble with his words. "Erica was her name. Well, it still is, she isn't dead. Uh. We sorta.. Oh, you know already don't you?" It was obvious that he felt uncomfortable with the conversation.

"I know.. Some things. Ben really loves his gossip doesn't he?" you laughed. "You guys were a couple and now you're... not?" you softly said, taking a sip of your tea.

"We were never an official couple... We dated, sure... But it never really... Felt right, you know? We just didn't click."

"And that took you three months to figure out?"

"Yeah- well... She cheated on me. So I guess it didn't feel right for her either" Gwilym sighed and rolled his eyes.

"I'm sorry to hear," you softly said, offering a bit of sympathy, even though you didn't really have any.

"It's okay, really. I wasn't ever meant to be, was it?" he laughed.

Before you got the chance to answer him, he cleared his throat and started talking again. You took in a deep breath of air and slumped back in your chair allowing Gwilym to say what he needed to say.

"Anyway - I didn't.." he paused for a while, clearly unsure of how to word his next sentence. "Listen. I didn't know that you felt like that... you know, the- uh... the crush and all. But if I had known, of course, I would've never gone after someone else. I thought that... what we had was simply platonic. That's how I thought you wanted it. I spent so much time trying to hint at us becoming something… more. But since you never picked up on any of the hints I just thought you weren't interested." He sighed defeated stopping for a moment to take a sip of his tea.

You didn't say anything. You focused on breathing steadily and not pouring your tea into your lap.

"I'm so sorry for... everything you've been through. I just wish I had known - I wish you would've told me instead of just... Freezing me out. I get it - I really do. Couldn't have been easy seeing what you saw." You could clearly see the pain in his eyes as he thought back on that night.

"Gwilym…" you chimed in, only to be cut off by him again.

"No - listen. I just want to let you know that… I'm not mad at you. I unknowingly broke your heart - yes, Ben talks too much and let me in on everything. He was my only source to check in on you," he admitted, lowering his head in some sort of shame.

"You checked in on me?" your voice was fragile and barely louder than a whisper.

"Of course I did. You're still my main squeeze." He softly said placing his hands down on the table, open and inviting you to place yours directly in his. And so you did.

"Gwilym I'm-"

"I'm not done"

"I don't care - it's my turn now," you laughed and squeezed his hands. "Listen," you started and sighed "What I did was wrong. It was bad. And I feel so ashamed of the way I've been acting. You didn't do anything wrong, really. I just overreacted and I realized that fairly quickly but... I was way too ashamed to tell you that."

A soft laugh emitted from Gwilym's mouth as you finished your sentence.

"God this is a strange conversation to have," you sighed through a soft laugh.

"Yeah, it really is. But I think I understand what the main point of all of it is," he said and stood from his chair.

You followed his lead and rose to your feet, not exactly knowing why you did it. It only took him two long strides to move around your table and stand right in front of you. He quickly grabbed a hold of your hands and held them tight to his chest.

"I might have misinterpreted something now, so tell me if I'm all off," he started and squeezed your hands a little tighter.

"But it's always been us, hasn't it. We've just never… dared to act upon it," he continued, scanning your face for some sort of confirmation.

The tension between the two of you grew rapidly. The air almost felt thick and the sudden silence seemed deafening. You wanted him more than ever. To just jump into his arms and forget anything bad had ever happened. But you hadn’t spoken in three months. A slight twinge of fear soared through your body. A fear that he was merely using you to get back up after been cheated on. Not that he ever struck you like the type of person who would just go about and mindlessly play with other people's feelings.

"Gwilym, I don't want to be your stupid rebound." At this point, you were almost crying.

"You're not! Absolutely not!" he protested and pulled you a little closer to his body. "I know my timing is awful, but you're the reason things between Erica and I never got really serious. You're the reason it never felt right. I thought about you every single day and these few months have been hell for me. Please just believe me. You're not a rebound. You're so much more than that. I'll show you every single day for the rest of my life - if you'll allow me into your heart again"

He looked at you with the most vulnerable and pleading eyes you had ever seen from him. His warm hands still covering yours had started to shake just a little and his energy had changed. You had never had him so raw and vulnerable before and it broke your heart, but in a good way. Slowly you took a step closer to him, to the point where your feet were between his and your hips almost touched - almost a hug without arms.

"I'm still in love with you," you whispered softer than ever, scared of what would happen next.

Gwilym sighed and you felt him melt into you. His sigh made him sound relieved and he seemed to be more relaxed than before. The two of your shared a moment of the most intense silence and the deepest eye contact you had ever had with anyone before. The moment didn’t last too long before Gwilym finally let go of your hands and instead cupped your face and rested his forehead against yours.

You stood completely still barely even breathing.

“Kiss me,” you whispered, lips hovering just above his.

“Oh, I’m planning on it,” he laughed softly before he finally closed his eyes and leaned forward to close the tiny space that had been between your mouths.

His soft lips slowly moved against yours, kissing you softer than you had been kissed before. It felt like it was your very first kiss. The butterflies in your stomach started to spread and you couldn’t think about anything other than Gwilym’s mouth against yours and the feeling of his stubble against your chin.

“You’re right,” you said, just as you broke the kiss.

“Right about what?”

“It has always been us. It really has.”

“Thought so,” he laughed and slid his hands down your body, bringing them to rest on your lower back, just above your butt.

“Now this might seem rushed, but I have one final question I need to ask you today,” he said and pulled your body closer to his.

“Yeah?”

“Would you do me the utmost honour of becoming my girlfriend?” His voice was calmer than you had thought it would be by now. But his calmness gave you a boost of confidence. He felt safe around you and really wanted you in his life - wanted you, as his girlfriend, and he wasn’t scared to ask you or to admit his feelings to you.

“Yes - Oh my, yes! Gwilym, yes!” you whined, almost crying again.

You placed your hands around his neck pulling his face close to yours again before desperately crashing your lips against his. It felt like he was the only thing on the planet that you needed to survive. Finally, everything felt as if it had fallen into place.

Because maybe, you're gonna be the one that saves me And after all, you're my Wonderwall.