#this is agressively pink Oh my fucking god

[xionshadow]

HAPPY FRIDAY!!!

<3 You're all pathetic to me~!

-A Real quote from Chaos Sonic. Trust me

[girlwithwolftatoo]

Soggy lips under the desk-Another Loki x reader headcanon

WARNING: Mature/Explicit content. Gender neutral reader.

-Relationships aren’t forbiden at TVA, but still nobody has (or wants) to know their “evil” variant is dating one of their crewmembers. But holy sh*t, being in this secret engagement is too funny for you.

-Mostly because you can flirt in front of everyone in a very special manner that looks more like you are buddies mocking each other, but once Renslayer or Mobius look to another side, you both squeeze into the nearest dark corner or wardrobe to make out agressively.

-That’s how you found out Loki has a very peculiar manner to enjoy physical things for he likes being both dominant and submisive at the same time if possible. Not every scenario can help with this, but you managed to find a little game that may fulfill such desire of your beloved trickster god.

-You hear him making fun of Miss Minutes while he’s supposed to be working at his desk. Luckily that sort of cubicles help with privacy and basically nobody can see each other as long as they remain in the ceillingless box. That’s how you could enter and hide under the desk, crawling in four until your head poped out near to Loki’s knees.

-”Can I... help you?” he asks, a little confused of watching you down there. You smile as your hands go to the waistband of his pants and begin to umbotton the clothes. “Wait... what are you doing?” he pushes back chair and all but you grab yourself to the armrests, forcing him to pull his chair to its place. Now you can bet you have his attention, curious for what you’re pretending with that evil giggle in your hot red lips.

-Once you unzip his pants his manhood is released right in front of your face. You make a funny “oh” with your lips. It is not fully grown yet but as soon as one of your fingers gently pokes the warn surface you only hear a soft gasp from Loki. 

-”Surprised, my little one?” he wants to keep a comic ambience, but his smile disolves when your whole hand wraps around the shaft, moving up and down in a slow and very sensitive pace. You know his heartbit is going quickier since the organ is getting responsive to your touch, growing wide between your fingers.

- Your thumb tests the soft head, and Loki grunts. “Oh, Y/N... wait...” but you’re not there to listen that sort of begging, and you lick your lips so Loki can see you. Now he knows what you’re about to do and his whole body tenses. Your lips are placed on the tip, giving a soft, almost innocent kiss, and then your tongue comes out and licks the same spot. If you weren’t so busy staring at the bright pink head that’s already throbbing for you, you could see Loki’s face going to a half impressed, half hungry gaze.

-Your tongue keeps doing what it wants, circling the head until the edge, and then you lick the shaft like an icepop. Loki’s body is fully pressed against his chair and you can almost hear the muscles stretching. A hand travels to your head and pats you, digging fingers in your hair but not with the intention of guide you, just to make you turn your eyes to his face. Oh dear, you’ve never seen him doing that glorious face, so flustered and filled with dark desire.

-”Do it as you want” Loki growns, and you’re more than happy to obey. Your lips close around the tip and your head leans down to take the first mouthful of his cock. The muscles of your cheeks tighten as you suck, and Loki goes completely lost. His head falls upon the back of his chair and you can hear him doing a soft moaning, so sweet yet so naughty it just encourages your actions.

-The work of your mouth, lips and tongue on him is making wonders. His knuckles go white and you can even feel he’s pulling your hair a little. You place your hands on his thighs and bob up and down, trying to get a little bit more of his length everytime you go down, until the tip of the cock hits the back of your mouth and you fight the gag reflex because when you do it, Loki has to cover his mouth with a hand due to the unholy sounds he’s making.

-Soon your mouth is filled with your own saliva and his salty but not disgusting precum, and then... “Loki, you have a minute?” Cannot be true, but Mobius is trying to enter to the cubicle. Your eyes meet Loki’s and the only thing you can do is crawl back under the desk as he pushes his bottom body behind it to hide the pulsating shaft. 

-Loki does his best to pretend nothing weird is happening, but a mischievous idea illuminates you. As Loki speaks to Mobius about sime files he was supposed to review, your mouth comes back to the match and the poor man almost jumps.

-”Is everything alright, Loki?” Mobius asks, completely unaware of your presence. Loki smiles, his cheeks reddened. “Everyting’s fine, yes...” he manages to reply, though his voice goes a little shivering. “Are you... sure? You look a little sweaty” Mobius points out. You can almost listen Loki’s brain gears forcing into the maximun velocity to give a good answer. “Is nothing important, I... was very concentrated, that’s all...” is the inly thing he can say before gulping and fixing his eyes on the agent with a silent begging in his sight.

-Thanks gods Mobius chooses to leave Loki aline, reminding him he must finish the files before he comes back again, and Loki murmurs to himself as the other man walks away “of course I’ll finish...” You chuckle softly and make your last effort: your head isn’t only moving faster, but your tongue is having its way with every sensitive place you can find, mostly the head which you suck and nibble with your eyes searching for your lover’s aroused face.

-”Fuck, Y/N” you hear him moan as his cock pulsates a little more than before. You know what’s about to happen, but you don’t retract yourself, this time you want to take it whole. “Wait, Y/N, stop... I’m about to...” he groans, and a few seconds later the rush of his release reaches the back of your mouth, filling it with the warm of his seed. With your mouth still wrapped around him, you swallow, and the movemente makes Loki squirm on his seat. 

-Once you’re done and the last ropes of cum barely moist your lips, you can see the result of your little game: Loki, looking like about to faint on his chair, face reddened and small drops of sweat running down his neck and forehead, his cock slowly getting back to its usual shape covered in the blurred red of your lipstick and saliva. 

-A hand reaches your face and you feel Loki’s fingers caresing one of your cheeks. There’s not other word to describe his face but pure devotion, his eyebrows barely raised and his eyes full of love. “I... hope you liked it” are your first words to him during this time, a shy smile on your lips. “My little one...” Loki leans over and kisses your mouth, getting his own lips stained with the remains of red “I knew I wasn’t wrong when I chose you, little rogue”.

[j0ur3nys-3nd]

Vines and memes as cookie run

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Shattered soul, vibrating: BE NOT AFAIRD

Soul stealer: How many did you fucking drink?!

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*White mage and Black mage vibing to "Pity party"*

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Mulled juice: Even the babies are one of the most dangerous dragons in the world, so I bulit this cage to keep it secure, so there's no possible-

*Pink velvet dragon escapes*

Mulled juice: Oh my god-

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Curse: NO MATTER HOW FAST HE RAN, HE COULD NOT ESCAPE THE DEMON! BUT HE WOULD NOT LET HIS SOUL BE TAKEN TODAY!

Madeleine: AAAAAAAAAA-

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Croissant, doing a moral test: You play it, you get a hundred million dollars, but a hundred million cookies will die-

Tangled insanity! String gummy: *AGRESSIVELY PLAYS THE HARMONICA*

Croissant: DUDE, NO-

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Green grape dragon, using a TREE to get down from a high place:

[ntyr-bby]

Clothes on

Pairing: phan

Genre: smut

Summary: after what happened on Phil's house, he asks Dan to talk. One thing leads to another and he discovers Dan's neck is quite sensible

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Promp request: If your open to promts, I would really love it if you did one about the first time phil discovered dan's neck thing. I've seen it done before but I just really love your writing! Thank you!!

A/N: Thank you so much for your kind words!! Sorry this took so long to write, I hope you enjoy!

part 1 here (read it before if you want some context)

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It's been a week since "the incident", as Dan calls it, the regret of it happening made an appearance about two days later when he had to take his chemistry exam and his mom told him not to worry and that the study-time with Phil would show up. With flushed cheeks Dan managed to get the best grade on his class, but also a semi erection.

Thank you, Lester.

On wednesday Louise, his best friend, mentioned how Phil hasn't been around much, meaning he didn't make insinuations towards Dan all week. Dan fakes a smile, not knowing how to respond to that and shocking himself at not being gratful for not having Phil and his inapropied comments around.

Is friday now and Phil is sitting in the table in front of Dan in the cafeteria. Well, Phil, his best friend PJ and a girl Dan has seen in a few clases but never learned her name. He is not rude, he just has a bad memory. The fact that she is sitting next to Phil has nothing to do about it, he swears.

Dan shakes his head and looks back at his food, Louise is busy taking her English exam and since they don't share that class, Dan is left to have lunch by himself. He looks up again at the same time the girl takes Phil's hand and pulls it into her lap. Phil goes with it, caressing her leg a little, just like last Saturday he did to Dan.

Stop. Dan tells himself, not wanting to go down that memory lane again and let alone in that moment.

When he focus his view one more time, he is meet with a pair of blue eyes looking back at him. Phil winks at him and Dan almost chokes on the fries he is eating. Obviously this doesn't go unnoticed by Phil, who smirks at him.

"Are you okay?" Phil mouths.

Dan rolls his eyes, turning away. But the older doesn't take that as an answer and walks towards Dan's table.

"Are you okay, Danny?"

"What do you care," Dan answers with an agressive tone than even surprises him.

"I do. Why are you so angry, though?"

Dan looks at Phil as he sits down, a look on his face that says "what are you doing?" but no words leave his mouth.

"Dan?"

"I'm not"

"You clearly are upsed" Phil points out. Is not like Dan's responses are the nicest towards him anyway, but he can tell something is up.

"Now you know me?"

"Is because of last week?" Dan looks at him with a mix of shock and shyness on his face. And that's enough for an answer. "Dan-"

"Don't" he cuts Phil off. But blue eyes look and him sternly.

"We have to talk. After school, I'll take you home."

Phil doesn't wait for an answer and Dan doesn't bother on even thinking on one. He knows Phil will wait for him either way and even if Dan tries to avoid him, they are neighbours so that wouldn't last long.

...

Just as expected, Phil is waiting for him on his car right in front of the school, Dan climbs in after telling Louise is something his parents make him do, so she doesn't ask more questions.

"I thought you wanted to talk," Dan says after they ride in silence for a few minutes.

"You're so angry today"

"You already pointed that out."

"And I made a question you didn't answer." Phil's actitud changes to a serious one, making Dan more nervious about the conversation.

"Why would I be angry about that?"

"You are. What I want to know is why."

"I don't know" he answers because he honestly doesn't know what makes him angry. He wasn't angry after it happened, in fact he felt pretty good but he is not telling that to Phil. He wasn't angry when the exam bonner happened, he was embarrassed. He wasn't angry when Phil wasn't paying attention to him anymore, he was sad.

Wait.

"Oh..." Dan let's out in realization.

"What?"

"N-nothing."

"Dan." Phil turns to look at him, only to see Dan is fidgeting with his sweater's sleeves to then focus on the road again. "Listen, I'm not gonna force you to talk to me, but if I did something that made you mad you need to let me know so I can apologize."

There's silence in the car once again until Phil parks in front of Dan's house and the younger one doesn't get out.

"I've never done that." Dan says, and as he noticed Phil is confuse, adds. "I mean, I've make out before, but you know... Never... Not like... What we did."

"Oh" now is Phil's turns to realizes things. "Dan, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pressure yo-"

But he still doesn't get it.

"No, no." Dan cuts him off, again. "That's okay. You didn't pressure me into it... I enjoyed it..."

Phil can't help but smile a little at that confession.

"Don't get cocky" Dan demands when he sees him.

"Sorry. Why are you upset then?"

"You didn't..." he takes deep breath, "you stoped being around, you didn't say anything to me the whole week. And then," Dan stops himself not sure if he wants to keep telling Phil all about how he feels.

"And then?" Phil encouraged, he has turn around all he can in his seat to look at Dan properly.

"A-and then... In the cafeteria your hand was on her lap and I..."

"And you got jealous?" Phil is a bit surprise and chuckles, finding Dan adorable for acting all shy about it.

"Is not funny!"

"No, is cute"

"Phiiiiil!" Dan covers his face with his hands, feeling how warm it is from the embarrassment of the confessions he just made.

"Aw, baby. I'm sorry," Phil tries to moves his hands away. "Sorry for saying you are cute when you are the cutest"

Dan groans and uncovers his face to glare at Phil.

"Sorry for not talking to you, too." Phil continues, "I thought it was better to give you some space, I didn't know how you would react if I approached you,"

"And..." Dan urges him to go on.

"And I'm sorry I let Lenna put my hand on her lap."

Dan smiles at him, Phil words are genuine but his curiosity (and jealousy) gets the best of Dan and asks "why did you let her?"

"Because you were looking" Phil answers with a smirk and Dan kind of wants to punch him. But Phil is quicker than him and closes the space between them and in a matter of seconds their lips are barely touching.

"Wanted to see if you got jealous," he moves his mouth closer to Dan's ear, "Wanted to see your reaction so I'll know if you were interested in more"

"M-more?"

"Uh-uh" Phil kiss his neck softly, "In me. In us." he leaves another kiss, a bit more firm and it causes Dan to tremble. "Are you, baby?"

"We... We should go inside." Dan answers, finding the will power to move Phil away and open the car's door. Leaving Phil to chuckle victorously to himself.

Dan managed to open the door to his house and leads them into his room without Phil taking off his clothes until they are upstairs.

"This is my room" Dan says nervously, covering his shaky hands with his sweater sleeves once again.

"Is nice." Phil says, looking around in his way to sit on the bed. "C'mon here,"

Dan obeys and walks to stand in front of him. Phil holds his hands, "I know people think I'm an asshole and just fuck around but I'm not, Dan. I mean, yes, I've had sex with some people," this is not a surprise to the youngest and he appreciates Phil's honesty, "but if you don't want to do anything we don't have to. If you want to stop, you tell me and I'll stop, okay?"

Dan nods, looking at Phil's eyes to know he means it and then back to his hands that even when they are been hold by Phil, are still shaking.

Phil pulls him in, puts Dan's hands on his own shoulders and holds Dan by his waist until he gets the hint of what Phil is asking for. Dan straddles his neighbor and is pretty sure the guy can feels how his heart is beating so fast.

"Fuck, this is a nice view." Phil says, getting back Dan's attention. "You in my lap, all flushed. You look so damn good."

"P-phil..." the youngest wishpers

"Tell me what you want, baby boy"

"K-kiss me?"

They meet in the middle, Dan has to bend a little since in this position he is taller than Phil for once. The kiss is a bit messy at first, the tension of the whole week making its way into it but soon they find a rhythm, one that is soon follow by Phil's hips bucking up into Dan's ass.

"Hmmm" Dan moans against Phil lips at the actions.

"I missed those sounds" Phil breaks the kiss, letting Dan breath and his moans to not be muffle. If there is something he regrets about last week is the fact they have to keep quite and he couldn't hear them properly.

Phil takes a look at Dan's face, noticing how the pink on his face match the color of his sweater and how his lips open to let out a moan when Phil repeats the movement with his hips.

"So hot," Phil murmurs against his lips, kissing him firmly before kissing his jawn and making his way to Dan's neck, making him shiver when his lips touch a particular spot, the same way it happened in the car. Bringing one of his hands up, he tills Dan's head to the side, making room for himself, and testing a theory he kiss him there once again.

"Aaah" Dan moans particularly loud and his hips move against Phil's erection, causing the oldest to groan, his lips still on Dan's neck and causing pleasure once again.

"Oh god!" Dan is glad both his parents work until late and he has the house for himself all afternoon. He knew his neck was a sensible place for him, but didn't expected to have that reaction to Phil kissing him. Maybe is the contrast of Phil's soft, warm lips and the cold, hash feeling of the olderst' piercing against his neck at the same time. Or the movements that are just a reflection of how much experience he has compared to Dan.

Either way, it feels like nothing the has feel before.

One of his hands moves up to the back of the punk's head, but he doesn't know if he wants Phil to stop or continue, so for a second his fingers just play with the black hair. Phil takes all that as encouragement and sucks Dan's skin into his mouth, just hard enough to leave a mark, and gently so it stills feels good for the guy in his lap. Dan moans even harder in respond and tugs at Phil's hair.

Phil licks the spot after leting go, sutting the pain a bit and sending more shivers down Dan spine. "You're sensible there," he says all proud of himself. And keeps kissing to see if he can find another good spot.

Dan is overwhelmed, he is just sitting in Phil's lap moaning not even realising he is humping against Phil until the oldest holds him by the waist, stoping Dan's movements.

Dan groans, words are to much work for his horny brain and sounds are his only way of communication right now. Phil finds this funny aparently, he is chuckling against Dan's neck while he kisses and licks.

"I think you can cum just by this," he says refering to the actions with his lips, "you're so horny anyway, all I need to do is kiss here," he touch slightly with his thumb, "and suck here" this time he kisses, "and you could cum untouched. Should we try, baby?" he kiss again, Dan moans predictably and tries to move his hips unsuccessfully.

"Yes, yes. Please... I-I need t-"

Dan doesn't finished his sentence because Phil's lips are moving right after the first 'yes'. He sucks particularly hard, this time making sure it leaves a mark and Dan throws back his head screaming in pleasure as he hits his climax.

Phil holds him for a second, but can't help the movements of his own body as he sees the image in front of him. "F-fuck, Dan." he groans, doing his best to not just buck his hard on into Dan's ass right there and then.

Dan moans at the feeling, puching down into Phil. "You're hard" he says dumbly, still a bit out of breath.

"How can I not? You just came from a hickey sitting on my lap,"

"Ughh" Dan complains, embarrassed by what just happened, hidding his face against Phil's neck, who laughs lightly, only causing more friction against his own erection. He moans and Dan push down again.

"You wanna help me cum?"

"Uh-uh" Dan nods.

"Shit. You really are incredibly hot." he holds Dan by his hips once again, moving him in a rhythm Phil finds satisfying.

Dan holds against the leather jacket Phil is wearing while letting him have control of his body's movements as the older pleases for his own satisfaction. Groans leave the youngest throat as the movements become more rough, Phil stops moving Dan's hips and now is bucking into him while holding the chestnut in place. Is like he is fucking into him and that thought is just what Dan needs to let out another loud moan.

"You like that?" Phil asks satisfactorily, "You would love for me to fuck you, don't you? Oh god, I'll love to do it, baby." he rambles, himself moaning too at the thought of what that would feel like. The encounter of last week giving him a good idea of it, "I'll love for you to ride me," he admits, "Just like this but without clothes, nothing between us. Oh, that would be so fucking good. Tell me you wan it, babyboy."

"I-i want it." Dan answers as fast as he cans. And he knows he is not as experience as Phil in the matter, but seeing him so turn on gives Dan confidence to keep talking. "I want you to fuck me. Want to ride you. Want to feel your cock inside me, d-daddy."

Hearing Dan, the innocent soft boy, saying those things and calling him that is what helps him reach his orgasm.

"F-fuck," He bucks up particularly hard as he cums agains Dan's ass, imagining what it would actually feel to cum inside of him.

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the end

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Let me know if I should write part 3, I think I got and idea for it hehe

[borkha]

KiDs HeAdCaNoNs

Six/Verónica

-She eats, and eats a lot.

-She hates Hunter because he kidnaped her, plus Ferryman doesn't helps

-She has ✨F a n g s✨

-She wond hesitate to throw the first thing she haves at hand to anyone.

-Ferryman's charge

-She is 8

Mono/Adam Jr.

-okay but his dad let him dye his hair, no one noticed until RK taked his bag off to give him a candy. His hair is blue 💖

-He has white hair, that's why he dyed it :(

-He has bad lungs, genetic, thanks dad.

-He doesnt gets mad easy, but he Will tell you, dead-looking "If you keep bothering me, i'll use your veins as shoelaces"

-Sleepy boi

-He's 14

Runaway Kid/Shaggy

-Bracket kid :(

-He sometimes needs to wear a hand holder (idk if i explain, he can't move his left hand too much so he needs to keep it without moving)

-He cannot walk straingth (because he's not straight- oh my god Rowan shut the fuck up.)

-His veins hurt all the time

-Roger charge

-10 years old <3

FlashLight girl/Nancy

-Anxiety tics ;;;;;;

-Everytime someone raises his hand in front of her, she runs off, thinks they are going to hit her.

-She is at Roger's charge too! :D

-9 years

The Pretender/Lilith

-Autistic huh

-Porcelain girl! She is fragile, take care of her :(

-She feels so alone, and she doesn't wants to ask Butler or Craftman to play because she thinks they're too old to play with her

-She likes to play with Annie's hair

-She has a lot of plushes! She does s Fortress(? With them and hides!

-She always asks Evan to use his Ushanka, comfy 💕

-At Hunter's care

-6 years!! Baby nwn

Raincoat Girl/Annie

-Um, ShuShs people a lot?

-dark eyebags, please someone sing her to sleep

-She hides, a lot.

-okay but her kidneys hurt

-She forgets to wash her teeth

-Lady's charge

-11 yeeeears

Ushanka Kid/Evan

-Okay he helps everybody

-cracks his bones a lot

-He likes to sleep in Doc's tummy, or in general anyone who has a tummy

-Ew, water

-Have's a DS too -w-

-haves a lot of paintings and mirrors

-At everyone's charge! But probably more with Mirror Man, he is a really good dad

-9 years

The Maw kids

-The Green kid is called Paul, Refuged kid is Otis, Long hair Girl is Aussie, Humpback girl is Sasha, and Bandaged kid it's just, Worm

-Paul is the leader, but he doesnt control anyone, just- he just is the leader.

-Aussie is really scared of the dark

-Sasha likes to sing, and she does it beautiful!

-Otis cries a lot, he justs wants his sister back

-Worm has an army of rats

-At Ferryman's charge

-Worm is 13, Otis is 10, Paul 9, Sasha 11 and Aussie 8

Lollipop Boy/Billy

-He broke Penny's nose with the lollipop, it was an accident :(

-Nobody knows why he cries

-The Bully girl(? He killed with the bike, it was his sister

-Diabetic probably

-At Teacher's charge, but he's scared of her :(

-He's 12

Spoon Girl/Penny

-Help's Doc to heal everyone

-It's Baker's daughter, but he doesn't want her

-always tired

-Has a pink unicorn plush, it's called prince! And she shows it proudly- oh also, when she's healing people, she gives them her plush to calm them ow.

-Everybody loves her freckles

-At Doc's charge

-9 years <3

Toddler/Toad

-has a lot of pets <'3

-Asks brother (Hunter) to give his coat, he looks adorable!

-He barccs, he ataccs, but most importantly, he snaccs

-Lil danci-dances

-At Hunter's charge

-4 uwu

Ghost kid/ Ron

-Okay he looks like someone beat the fuck out of him

-uses glasses, nice

-He can, and will snap your neck.

-he writes the market list on his arm, nice nice

-always laughs of others misfortunes

-At charge of the Cheffs

-14 years mhm

Black kid/Johan

-Okay hella scared of fire

-Friend with Ghost, they're besties

-Also friend with the nomes and bullies

-he just wants peace

-He will be agressive with anyone who damage any child, it doesnt matter if they're Friends or not.

-He knows how to do music with a banjo, but he preffers to hit people with it

-At Thin Man charge, he treats him nice

-15 years

Swollen kids/Anthony and Malcom

-Twins!!

-They're scared of Lady

-They hate water

-They're always smiling!

-Theyre friends with Lilith and Annie

-Lady choked them to death

-At Lady's charge :(

-8 years, ow

Kidnaped kids

-The girl of the skirt is Stacy, the Boy of the Payamas is Walter, the Boy of the long(? Hair is Edward, the girl of the dress(? Is Daisy, and the last boy is Candres

-Stacy is always mad, and Will punch anyone who gets closer to her

-Walter is the protective big bro, and its Friend with Wax Bellman

-Edward it's just sick, but he's too scared of Penny and Doc to ask for medicine, or its scared that the medicine kills him?

-Daisy is Penny's sister, but non of them knows it, just- they look-a-like

-Candres it's like Stacy, but he will bite u

Okay i think they're all, any questions?

[brideofcthulhu10]

The Lost Boys Find Out Their Fem!S/O is Pregnant [4/4]

SUBJECT WARNING: PHYSICAL AGRESSION, SEXUAL THEMES AND A WHOLE LOT OF SWEARING. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED!

Alrighty then, my lovely fang babes! Here we are, we have the last of the first edition of the pregnancy saga! Worry not, dearest readers, for there is hope! I plan on doing a separate series about going through the pregnancy, and maybe even going through the childbirth with how the boys are as new dads. Let me know in the comments if you'd like to see more, and by tomorrow night we'll have a whole new set to love!

It was such a blast writing Paul's, I'm not gonna lie I got lost in the magic! We have a cute little character cameo for all you 80s movie nerds, lemme know if you can figure out what it is! So, without any more delays; here he is. The gorgeous, the goofy, the one, the only:

PAUL

Today had been an unexpected challenge. You barely got through your shift at the record store, every time you were in light it made you dizzy. Hangovers had nothing on this! Did you drink too much the night before? No, now that you thought about it any attempts to drink had you hugging a toilet. Not to mention your period was late as hell! Well, not the cramps, go figure. Just no blood. None at all. 

You never let on to your beau, Paul, though. The party boy vampire would become overly worried if you told him you were sick, and you weren't about to spoil a good time with a bit of nausea. So here you were, stumbling about the day into the late afternoon absolutely miserable. Your manager Iona offered you some crackers and ginger ale during your lunch break. No dice, within an hour you were running to the bathroom again. 

"Gosh hon, I dunno what ta tell ya. Maybe you ate something nasty, I told you that boardwalk food was fishy," Iona sighed, poking at her own lunch with a fork. Currently your coworker Andie was watching the front until you were feeling better.

"Kill me now, Iona," you groaned, chin resting on the table with your arms laid over your head. Then there was a smell. The greatest, most flavorful, mouthwatering scent you've ever experienced. Like a honey baked ham and a New York sirloin had a glorious new baby drizzled in ecstasy. Glancing over, your stomach growled at whatever it could be. If this were a cartoon you'd be flying to what it was.

Oddly enough, it was coming from Iona. Well, whatever black stuff was in her little plastic tupperware dish. Who cares what it was, it smelled incredible.

"Hey uh..," you asked, leaning over towards the sticky, mysterious delicacy calling your name. "You wouldn't mind if I had a bite, would ya?"

"You sure, hon? This isn't exactly your average dish, it's kinda weird," she tried to explain. God you couldn't take your eyes off it! Finally, your merciful manager pushed it your way, and you couldn't resist any longer. 

"I don't even care, this is the first thing in the past two days that hasn't made me nauseous," you muffled between cosmic bites.

Oh shit, this was heaven! It had to be some sort of meat, it reminded her of a nice spicy kielbasa, a slow roasted brisket, every second it changed to some new world of food you had never tried. What it was didn't matter by this point.

"Wooow. I've never met someone who liked black pudding that much."

Pudding? "I thought it was meat or something? It doesn't taste anything like pudding," you insisted, polishing off the very last specs of it. "Got any more?"

"No, no, not like chocolate pudding or stuff like that, kiddo. black pudding. It's this dish from the UK my new boyfriend made me. It's congealed pig's and cow blood mixed with spices."

You made a face. Blood? Like, blood blood? The cow equivalent of what Paul drank on a daily basis? Yet this was the first time you didn't puke, in fact, you kinda wanted more. Even knowing what is was made of.. for some reason you craved more. Meanwhile Iona continued to talk on and on, until one phrase caught your ears. "Yea, ya know my mom was so into for the longest time. Said she craved it her whole pregnancy, I never got a taste for it honestly."

A single thought popped into your head. A dangerous, foreboding thought that your intuition said was very much a possibility. In a flash you jumped up, nearly slamming your hands on the table. "I gotta go. Oh shit, I gotta go! I'll be right back, I swear, I'm so sorry, I swear to god I'll be right back," you shouted as you bolted out of the store.

"Wait what-?!"

You'd make it up to her once you got back. You had to know! You had to be sure..! Please just let it be paranoia! Please let it be anything, anything at all besides what you thought it was!

Once you reached the nearest CVS you made a B-line to the women's health section. Your hair clung to your face, your lungs stung like crazy but all you could think about was getting answers. And cue the disapproving glare of some old bat picking out a box of pads. Alright being 17 in front of the pregnancy tests looked bad. You weren't just a high schooler, you looked it too. "What're you looking at, " you snarl. Immediately she clutched her pearls, startled by this abrasive youngin' in no mood for dirty looks. God why'd there have to be so many options? Pink boxes, purple ones, bright yellow insisting it worked the fastest. The heavy fluorescent lights were no help at all, it made your head spin. You had no time for this crap. In a sweeping motion you grabbed three different brands and threw them into your basket, all you needed was….where was your wallet? Shit... Glancing around you checked for any nearby cameras or staff. Karma be damned, it was an emergency! Five finger discount it was. 

Once again you made a mad dash back to the record store as the sun finally set. All three boxes were crumpled in your hand, your boots running so fast it you hit a rock that'd be it.

But getting back to the record store was your best bet. You weren't about to pee in some dirty, old, nasty pharmacy bathroo- oh fuck. There was something that finally slowed your steps, nearly making you trip in the process. Four bikes parked right outside. Three of which were occupied by by Dwayne, David and Marko all talking amongst themselves.

Shiiiit, shit, shit! All you could do was swear repeatedly. Before they could spot you, you practically dove into the alleyway behind the store, rapidly disabling the alarm. If that went off it'd be a dead giveaway. Quickly you looked left and right before you slammed the door shut behind you still trying to catch air.

But there, right past the door to the employees lounge, over by the counter you could see a mass of blonde hair chatting away with Iona about Led Zeppelin's best album to date. Paul, gorgeous as every, laughing. It made your heart flutter, but then it sank. What if it was a-... He was never the type to run away from a challenge. But then again, a kid wasn't a challenge, it was a massive ordeal. It would take a huge chunk of his life- well, afterlife! Boozing and cruising would be switched out with drowsy days and busy nights. You weren't sure if you wanted him to know if you were, it would take all that from him. Unfortunately, he must've smelled you or sonething, because immediately he turned around like a puppy being called.

"Babe," he cheered with delight, rushing over to hug you. Rather squeeze you by your hips and lift you four feet off the ground. Quickly you stuffed the skinny boxes into your back pocket, now smushed up against his chest. "Where were you? Ion's said you just bolted mid-shift, we were worried sick! Well, I mean, I was more worried though, cuz I can't stand you bein' gone, kitten."

"Well, yeah uh, I forgot something I had to get at the store, and I forgot what time I got off," you hesitated, still antsy to escape to the bathroom. Truthfully you didn't actually want to, you had to! If you could, you'd just kiss him and ride off into the night to raise some hell like you always did. But this was too big to ignore.

Paul raised a brow. You weren't known for being this jumpy. You wouldn't look him in the eyes, they just kept darting towards the bathroom. Boy, you really did look sick, though. Pale, almost greenish with dark circles under your eyes. You even felt colder than usual. "Am I uh, interrupting something, babe?"

You managed to work out if his arms, giggling nervously. "Actually I-I had some of Iona's lunch earlier, and I just, gotta- be right back!"

With that, you bolted into the bathroom and slammed the door behind you. Again, weird. Paul just shrugged, maybe you had some bad Mexican.

 Iona wasn't convinced. Little miss jumpy-pants skipping out on her, you owed her an explanation. While Paul perused the albums she sunk over to the bathroom, rapidly tapping on the door. "Y/N! Psst! You good in there, hon?"

You were most certainly NOT good! Your hand shook, the third test finally finished. Not like it mattered! They all said the same thing. Every fucking one of them.

Positive. Positive. Positive.

No, no, no!

"Shit," you hissed. "Shit! Oh shit, oh fuck! Fuck-fuckity shit fuck fuck! Dammit." That's all you could do! You swore over, and over, and over, rapidly kicking the wall in front of you. Stupid pink plus! Why? Why did it have to be a plus?? Immediately you threw it in the trash and scooped up the other two. Maybe they were all flukes? Maybe only a doctor could tell you! You had to get home. Like now. Right now, you just had to rush home, make an appointment at the doctors, maybe hide in shame for a few days just until you could figure out what the hell to do with all this! Once again you wedged the tests in your back pocket and nearly tripped, cracking open the door to face your boss. "Iona, I gotta get home."

"Seriously, Y/N?? Why? What is with you?"

"Please, I swear I will make it up to you, I'll take a double shift, I'll wash your damn car-"

"Oh no, nuh-uh. Not until you tell me why you're being such a spaz," she practically shouted in a hissing whisper, absolutely exasperated. You teens and your drama, when she always said she wanted to fell young again this is NOT what she meant!  

"Listen i-... iyay amyay egnantpray," you whispered. Pig latin. It was a little code you two usually reserved for secrets. Well, that and talking smack about snotty customers. But wow was this a big ol' secret. 

Iona covered her mouth. Oh, you little idiot! You poor little idiot. Looking over at the unsuspecting boyfriend she sighed, looking you in the eyes. She wanted to just tell you to come clean to your man. The boy hung around you constantly, you two were the ultimate it-couple, there wasn't even sparks it was like watching supernovas. Something this big.. it shouldn't be left in the dark!

But that pitiful expression on your face just begged her to keep quiet, and frankly it wasn't her place to tell you what to do- well, at least in this regard. "Alright, alright. This saturday you're taking my night time shift, there's a big concert I wanna go to. And you gotta wax my car, it's gettin' nasty. And you better write the best damn apology note in the history of apology notes, sweetie. This is huge, you better come clean to him eventually, or I'll kick your little butt you hear me?"

"Yes. Absolutely, fine, deal. Just please, please keep him busy, I'm not ready to tell him," you whined, clutching the door. Frankly it sounded like a piss poor plan, but it couldn't be helped, not right now at least. You didn't have the strength to confront the situation head on, you were barely keeping it together. You wanted to cry all over, jump into his arms and come clean now, but this was neither the time or place.

As soon as Iona went to go over to Paul you stuffed the tests into your purse and bolted out the back door, only this time stealth was not on your side. Right at the mouth of the alleyway, just as you were about to be home free- you ran smack dab into a particularly lithe blonde that felt like a brick wall. You went flying onto the ground, your purse crashing onto concrete with a hundred pieces of your privacy going every direction. In a panic you began to rapidly stuff it all back, barely able to hide the first two tests as you threw some half baked apology Marko's way. Honestly he deserved a better one than that, but you were too frazzled to be fair at the moment.

"Oh shit, Y/N," Marko exclaimed, immediately kneeling down to help you gather the scattered remains of your purse. "Sorry, I didn't even see you, I was coming back for a smoke. Big Ed is such a douche, can you believe theres no smoking on the-..." His words trailed off, and you shortly saw why. Grasped between his pointer finger and thumb was the little pink strip, and a look of complete disbelief. All you could do was snatch it from him, a heavy moment of silence magically muffling the wild noise and shouts of the busy boardwalk. 

"Do...D-Don't worry about it. Look, I gotta get home, I'll see you arou-," you started, trying to jump up, maybe catch him off guard and make a run for it. Not this time. 

You hadn't even noticed he grabbed your wrist, it was such a blur. He stayed silent, standing up and looking right into your eyes with hidden malcontent. You swore if you answered wrong this mischievous cat would tear your throat out. After all, you were his best friend's girl. If you did anything, ANYTHING, to hurt him... Well, let's just say a pregnancy would be the least of your worries. "Why are you running, Y/N? What the hell is this thing," he asked quietly, eyes flickering between red and blue. "Did you…?"

"Oh don't fuckin' even," You snapped, smacking his arm, yanking your hand out of his grasp. "Of course not! You butt! God, are you serious? What do you take me for- No! I- fuck I just- no!" You kick the tin trash can beside you, watching a plethora of trash fly into the air. "I am freaking out! Of course it's Paul's. Oh fucking god, it's Paul's and I don't know what to do!"

Marko's expression softened, placing a hand on your shoulder. "Hey, I didn't mean to make it sound like that, Y/N. Paul's my friend, I just had to be sure you weren't sneaking around, you know?"

You sighed, pushing back your mess of a hair with misty eyes. This was perfect, a real big screw up from start to finish. All you could do was look over at Marko with pleading eyes. "You can't tell him yet. Please, just please please PLEASE, Marko, don't tell Paul yet!"

"Tell me what, babe?"

Shit. Shit on a stick. You looked behind to see Paul halfway out the back door with a look of concern, one that he rarely carried. You and your dumb mouth, go figure.

The blonde pushed through and let the door close behind him, looking over at his best bud standing alone with his girlfriend who was begging him to keep something secret, from him no less.

 "Marko?"

"Nah, nah, don't look at me man, this is all on you guys," he sighed, hands up in a shielding motion. "Good luck buddy. Gotta go, Y/N." with that the young vampire excused himself from this melting pot of drama, hands stuffed in his pockets. 

You just stood there, keeping the little strip tightly grasped behind your back. Paul was silent, but glancing at his hands you saw they were balled so tight his knuckles were white. "P-paul…," you hesitated, biting down on your bottom lip. "I should really… get home.."

Paul only raised a brow, glancing at your arms still tucked behind you. This wasn't like you to hide from him, and that alone frightened him. Nothing had ever frightened him before. And he didn't like the taste of it one bit. "What's behind your back, babe?"

"What?"

Again his spoke, this time his voice lowered into a low growl. "What... do you have... behind your back, babe?" The way he said it was so firm, it made you shake a little. You didn't like stern Paul. They way he hissed the word "babe", practically spoken through clenched teeth

Your throat ached, eyes darting across the ground struggling to think up a good excuse. Anything. A book, your purse, a surprise for him! Anything!

"N-nothing." Apparently, you failed to find any excuses. Great.

Paul's knuckles began to crack, jumping forward to try and snatch it from behind you. When you dodged him, he grew even more furious. You both began to struggle, pushing him away, insisting he just stop and let you leave. But every attempt to reject him only upset him further. Why were you hiding things from him?! How could you just ditch him at the record store when he was worried sick about you??

The struggle built up until finally he had enough. His eyes turned white with rings of fire, brow looming heavily over his eyes and fangs jutting out where his incisors once were. In a flash he grabbed you by you wrists, pinning you so hard to the wall it shook. You still tried to struggle. Thrash, kick, squirm! Steel wished it could be so strong, your muscles ached. This probably wasn't even his full strength, but it dwarfed you in comparison. This terrifying side of Paul you had certainly seen before, but never had you been on the receiving end. It was in all sense of the word, predatorial. He'd never try to kill you, but you still felt that horror build up inside. Rapid, sharp breaths made your chest heave, too afraid to look up at those red eyes still fixated on whatever you kept hidden from him. He continued to pry your stubborn fingers open, ignoring your shaking whimpers. He squoze your wrist, the tendons aching and contracting until your fingertips began to lift up. Any resistance was pretty much useless at this point, but dammit you still tried everything to worm out of his grip. But he had finally had it, you weren't gonna be keeping secrets from him. Now your last finger was pushed off, and he could see what was so damn important that you physically fought him to keep it secret. It was almost slow motion the way the strip spun to the ground, clattering down and landing beside his mud caked boots. He froze, slowly looking down at it. That's it? That's all you-...

You could barely read his face, so many different emotions flashing across it all at once. Occasionally he'd look back up at you, then back down at it. To the point you almost got annoyed that you were still being stuck to a wall while the reality set in. After all, it didn't take a rocket scientist to know what that was, just put you down already!

Paul looked at you still pinned beneath him, horrified at how he lost his temper and immediately released you. Still rubbing away the pain across your wrists, you watched him pick it up. A wave of guilt swarmed your body, you didn't know whether to hug him or punt him in the chest.

Hell, a massive tidal wave of guilt overflowed him too. It'd been such a long time since he got that angry.. but worst of all he'd never been like that with you. Never grabbed you so forcefully and ignored your pleas, it was a dark side of him he never wanted to display in front of you. Glancing at the little pink plus at the end of the stick, his mind swirled with a plethora of questions. But slowly he stood up, looking down at you still really trying to process everything that had happened in the past few minutes. "I don't… I don't understand.."

"You- You are such an ass," you shouted out of nowhere, enough that it made him jump. There you were. That's the fiery girl he knew, not the one he exactly wanted to be on the opposing side of at the moment, though.

Paul wasn't surprised you were pissed, but he definitely didn't expect you to start punching his arm. Again. Then again, and again you just kept hiting his arms, his chest, pushing and crying, you were so mad you wanted to chuck him in the ocean! It didn't really hurt that much, but he felt awful he drove you to that point.

Tears blurred your vision as you lashed out on him. All you could do was yell names between sobs, even whack him with your purse. "Paul, you absolute jerk! Butt! Jackass! You smarmy, half wit, blood-sucking tool! You said you were packing blanks, you absolute liar! I was gonna tell yo-! I mean, I know I shouldn't have run-! But you just couldn't wait- and then Marko- and you! You ! Jerk ! Butthead !"

"Hey, ow! Ow! Ow, dammit! I know, I know I went to far-ow not the hair dammit," he demanded, grabbing your arms before you could lay another mighty blow. "Babe! Babe, stop! I thought I was! I swear I didn't know- I-..I never thought that I could get you...." His hands slowly released your shoulders, moving to your hips. "I'm so sorry, baby. I swear, I didn't know.. I'm so sorry."

The way his voice softened only made you want to cry more. This whole day was a mess. You didn't mean to try and run.. You never should've tried to in the first place. God, you were so tired. All this running around, all this secrecy, the fighting, it was exhausting. Paul was the last person you wanted to fight. Sure you had spats and a few heated arguments. Every couple did, even vampires. But this, it was just so.m draining. With a firm thud you plopped your forehead on his sternum, your fingers tightly clinging to the upper sleeves of his jacket. "Wh-what am I supposed to do-… what are we supposed to do now..?"

Paul pondered his options with a solemn face, but there was only one that made him happy. Only one that sat right in his heart. What else could he possibly do, there was only ever going to be one answer even if you told him right away. Most of all, he couldn't stand the sorrow in your eyes. A frown never suited such a beautiful face. He never expected there to be anything to come from your heavy sexcapades, it never seemed like there was any risks in it. He'd never seen a vampire munchkin, least of all he'd never even heard of a vamp conceiving with a human. All he knew now is you, crying in his arms, terrified of what you were carrying. What it could mean. In that moment, he steeled his resolve and came to a final decision.

Silently he tilted your chin up, using his thumb to brush away all those tears staining your cheeks. Those blue eyes, you could get lost in them. Swallowed up by the sea. It wasn't hard to read his mind when he held onto your hip with one hand, while the other that pushed away salty droplets now cupped your cheek. Within moments you crashed your mouth into his, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck.

Warm. A surge of heat filled your body. It was the first time you felt truly alive all day. You could feel your chest heave against his, you didn't want any space between the two of you and only pressed tighter until there wasn't anything left. Each kiss gave momentary breath before you dove in for more. Neither of you could stop. You didn't want to pull away, not even for a split second. The way he smelled, the way he tasted, the way he touched you, the way he felt beneath your fingers; it made your head spin. His hands began to wander, you clutched at anything you could get a hold of. Your body burned, so sweet and long. In those moments the world stopped, it just melted away in streams of light. No one was there but you two. 

It was over too soon, both of you rapidly panting for breath still intertwined. Oh, how you could stare into his eyes forever.

That frown was long gone, replaced by a tender smile. The one he had come to cherish. Paul chuckled softly, breathlessly nuzzling against your collar bone. Slowly he leaned in close to your ear, his disheveled blonde hair brushing up against your cheeks. Lips trailed up flesh, reavhing just beneath your ear. And then you heard those three forbidden words. Such sweet, tender words, you hadn't expected him to say. Although he whispered them so softly they might have gotten lost in the wind, to you they were as clear as the moon on a cloudless night.

"Y/N.... I love you."

It made your heart throb, you thought you might even faint. A lifetime of struggles led up to this beautiful moment. You never expected it to be a half-undressed heavy make out session with your vampire lover, the father of your unborn spawn, in the back alley of a record store on the Santa Carla Boardwalk. But here you were, nestled between him and an old brick wall. Paul loved you, he had said it, he finally said those words that could destroy any doubt you had. And more than anything in the whole wide world, you knew once and for all, you loved Paul.

[drethanramslay]

i would like to request 18 & 56 for ian x mc if you wanna write it🥺👉🏼👈🏼

Thanks for the ask @raleigheffingcarrera ❤️❤️

You can find the prompt list here.

#18- “Do you own anything that isn’t a woollen jumper?”

#56-“I don’t think i’ve ever see you without a book in your hand…”

Word count: 2.1 K (fuck that is longer that I thought it would be)

Author's note: okay so this is my first time writing Ian X mc and I hope it lives up to your expectations 😅

And also I have changed the MC's character a little because let's agree.. um qb MC is creepy🤢

Forgive me if I make any mistakes and I hope you like it ❤️

Falling like the stars

Bianca sat on one of the tables in the almost empty quad, studying. Sure, she was part of 'the Elite' and climbing the popularity charts but being a straight A student for most of her academic career would never remove the nerd in her.

Fall was around the corner, so the trees were a burst of red, orange and green. The leaves rustled with the wind and the setting sun casted long shadows on the ground. The birds chirped and the sky was a hue of reds and pinks, making the entire place look so serene.

There used to have such pretty sunsets back home. Bianca thought, swimming in nostalgia.

Shaking her head, she dived back into her notes, several books open around her as she resumed writing.

It went on like that for an hour before she heard laughter and chatter from the other end of the quad. Students filed out of the anthropology class.

Must be the class which Ian set up for the people who failed the mock test. Bianca mused to herself.

As the students poured out, her eyes kept on flitting to the entrance, waiting for him to come out.

God, just how whipped are you?

Whenever she thought about her past interactions with Ian, she would mentally face palm.

She wanted to bang her head at how cringy and dumb she acted around him. She wanted to be smooth, but she would come across as a creep. She wanted to come across as understanding, but she would come across as pressurising. She wanted to come across as caring, but she ended up being overbearing.

Ian was such a sweetheart that he would brush of the comments but seeing the discomfort in his eyes made her want to curl up into a ball and die.

She just couldn't understand how she manage to fuck up everytime. Sure she was good at flirting with both guys and girls but, that was just mindless fun. Just a mutual exchange.

But with Ian, it was different. Ian was not the kind of guy you could just add to a list of hook ups. He was the kind of guy you could have long conversations and not get bored. He is the kind of guy who would listen to your problems and guide you. He is the kind of guy you could call at 3 am and he would come over to be by your side as you cry.

He is the kind of guy you could fall in love with.

And those guys were dangerous. If you fell for him, your life would never be the same, take it however you want.

Yet... She found herself doing the exact opposite of what she promised herself to not do.

Fall for her anthropology professor.

She saw Ian exit the classroom, his laptop in hand. She observed his outfit and it was the usual he wore. Tie, woollen jumper (for it was chilly), formal pants and brown Oxfords.

Does he own anything that isn't a woollen jumper?

She saw him talk to a couple of students before bidding them good night.

Look away Hughes. Look away before-

His eyes snapped to hers, as if he had an inbuilt radar.

-he sees you.

Blushing and caught in the act, she raised her hand and sent a small wave. He gave a grin and started walking towards her.

Shit shit shit. He is coming here what do I do?

Be yourself. He inner voice said, which sounded eerily like Zoey's.

Be myself? What kind of dumb advice is that.

She looked down at her notes, her voluminous curls covering her face praying to God, that she doesn't fuck up this time.

"In the entirety of this week, I don't think I've seen you without a book in your hand..." Ian spoke up, an amused grin on his face.

Twirling her pen she spoke. "Well there is a saying- No matter what clothes you wear, you can't shake out the nerd in you."

"Let me guess, its a quote which you came up on the spot."

Shooting an embarassing grim she spoke. "Guilty as charged. There is a reason I'm not majoring in Lit."

They both chuckled. Cupping her face in her hand she said, "You look awfully cheery today."

"Obviously, it's the weekend and I'm not going to have to deal with students and faculty for 48 hours."

Giving her books a stink eye she sighed. "I wish I could get out. I'm just so done with everyone."

"Why is that? Aren't you like Miss Popular now? Where are your friends?"

"They aren't-" stopping abruptly she sighed and played with her hands on the table.

Ian reached and squeezed one of her hands which had her looking up to see kind dark eyes stare back at her. "Something's bothering you. Do you wanna talk about it? I'm a good listener."

Her heart leaped but her notes glared back at her. "I would love to but I have to study."

"Yeah, I know that. But I also know that you should not burn yourself out. When was the last break you took? Or the last time you are?"

Silence.

"Well that answers my concerns. C'mon I know this food truck with delicious giant burritos."

Closing her book shuts and placing her pens into her pouch she stood up and stretched. Ian's eyes narrowed on to the exposed skin of her torso.

Ian, calm down. Don't stare at her like you want to fuck her. She is your student and you are the professor. He chanted to himself before helping her close her books.

Placing the books in her satchel, she threw the strap over her shoulder. "Okay. I won't turn down a giant burrito. But we will need to come back in an hour and half."

"Deal."

"This guy is a culinary genius. I used to come here to eat when I first shifted to NYC. They are so big-"

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"Oh god this smells sooo good." Bianca said as they stood in line for the food truck.

"That's what she said." Bianca snickered to which Ian gave an unamused expression.

She shrugged and gave an unbiased grin. "What? I saw the opportunity and I just couldn't let it slide."

"I swear you need Jesus." Ian muttered under his breath before stepping forward to place their order.

"Here, let me pay-" Bianca said as she reached for her purse but, was stopped by Ian grasping her wrist and shaking his head.

"It's my 'good luck for your exams' treat for you."

Bianca looked down, a shy smiling on her face.

Why do I get so flustered around him?

Taking their food, they walked further into the park and sat on a bench facing a small pond.

Unwrapping her burrito eagerly, she took a big bite and groaned as the spicy flavours burst into her mouth. "This is sho goofff." She said with her mouth full.

"Told you it would be worth it. " Ian said as he took a sip of his coke.

Gulping she smiled. "Never doubted you for a second."

"Wait you have something...here." Ian reached forward to wipe the sauce at the edge of her mouth with his thumb which left an onslaught of butterflies in her tummy.

Thank god it's dark and he can't see my cheeks.

They continued to eat in a comfortable silence before Ian spoke up. "So, are you ready to tell me what's bothering you?"

Swallowing her bite, she sighed. "It's just... I'm exhausted."

"Is it about your exams?"

"Nope. I love studying as dorky as it sounds. It's my only escape. But... I'm tired of everything else, y'know?"

"Is it about 'the T'? Poppy? The popularity hierarchy here?"

She scoffed as she agressively took a bite of her burrito. "Try all of the above."

Turning towards him, she spoke, her forehead furrowed with annoyance. "Do you how shitty this entire charade is? It feels like I'm in the fuckin Hunger games over here. I never gave a damn about how popular I am or how feminine I need to look or what kind of threads I need to wear to impress people. I am a 'band tee, shirts and Vans' kinda girl but here I am wearing-" she pointed at her black woollen turtle neck, her pleated skirt and knee length boots "- THIS! My mom would be shocked that I actually am wearing a skirt."

"I think you look beautiful." The compliment slipped out of his mouth without him even realizing.

His eyes widened after a moment. "I-" he began but he was stopped short by Bianca shaking her head and squeezing his arm in gratitude.

"Thank you Ian. But coming back to the topic, this is straight something out of mean girls and it's so unnatural. Hell, in my previous college everyone was too stressed and depressed to bother about this... This popularity contest!"

"Yep. That's Belvoire for you. Where the rich will trample over the poor." Sarcasm dripping off his lips which had Bianca chuckling.

Raising their coke bottles they clinged to each others. "I will drink to that."

Taking a sip, they both gazed at the water. The night sky reflected in it which made the entire place look magical. After sometime, Bianca spoke up. "I am not liking how it's changing me."

Ian turned towards her, their knees brushing against each other. Ian exercised his absolute control and willpower to not look down at the expanse of her legs.

"Care to elaborate?"

Letting out a humourless laugh she continued. "When I was accepted to Belvoire, I thought it would open up so many new opportunities. The exposure and knowledge would help me sharpen my skills. The various job offers and the placement deals... The list could go on and on."

Looking down at her almost finsihed burrito, she sighed. "But it's just opened up doors to manipulation, deceit and savageness."

Sighing, Ian gazed into the distance. "Well that is the funny thing about these elite schools. They promise you dreams but tell you you aren't good enough the moment you enter. They promise you hope that life will turn around but tell you that you are destined to your old ways. At the end of this torment, you are so way off from your morals. It's a paradox which I hate."

"Exactly!! And see, I'm assertive, I don't take shit from anyone and I won't hesitate to give it back to a bully. But, that became an invitation for people to see me as someone who would dethrone Poppy. It's tremendous pressure and Zoey has taken up the job of being some, marketing manager, trying to sell this brand called 'Bianca Hughes'. I love that girl but damn... I didn't sign up for this."

Ian wiped his mouth before continuing. "Sorry if this come across as crass, but I have noticed how you bask in the constant fawning and how most of the campus is head over heels in love."

"Well, I also have years of drama classes under the belt. It's all an act Ian. I am in this constant state of turned on and I am not able to turn it off."

Ian eyes bugged out and Bianca turned red after she realized what she said. "I didn't mean it in the sex way I meant it- argh!" She smacked her hand on her forehead.

Chuckling Ian squeezed her shoulder. "No I get it. You have been putting up a facade of someone you aren't and that would, of course be tiring. Years of staying here in the Big Apple and till this day, I wonder how far have I gone from the wide eyed boy who grew up in the suburbs. Would he be proud of what I have accomplished? Or be ashamed of how I have deviated from my morals?"

She shot a smile his way. "Well I think he would be proud. Despite how much the people around here drag you down, you are one of the most genuine people I have come across in this jungle filled with snakes. It feels nice that I have someone I can talk to about mundane problems without being judged, y'know?"

Ian smiled back at her and squeezed her hand. "Me too. I care about you and I am always here to listen to your problems and guide you. You are unique and don't let this entire ordeal take that away from you."

"Thank you Ian. I really appreciate it."

They got and threw the trash into the adjacent garbage as they started heading back for campus.

"Ian?"

"Yeah Bianca?" Ian turned towards her, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"I'm sorry if I come to hard on you. I don't do it on purpose, I swear! It's just - oof all my words get muddled up due to my feelings and I end up embarassing myself and making you uncomfortable."

He chuckled as he tucked her hair behind her ear, his gaze flitting to her brown orbs. "It's okay Bianca. People do crazy things when they have crush-itis."

"Lemme guess, you came up with that disease right now."

"Just like you did with that quote. Remind me again, what was it? No matter what clothes-"

She cut him off by lightly shoving him "Shut up." But he just continued laughing.

"You are annoying." She grumbled.

"But you still like me." He said as he nudged her shoulder.

That I do...

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Will you ever notice me? (Arthur Morgan x Original Female Character)

Summary:  Dutch and his boys found a girl hidden inside wrecked shack near their camp. She introduces herself as Iris and starts leading outlaw life with Van der Linde gang, quickly developing feelings towards one, special cowboy. However there is big year gap between them and Arthur sees Iris just as a kid...And girl won’t take that!

Authors notes: It’s another chapter and you can find the rest of them following masterlist on my blog if you  want to read more of my  fanfiction. Hope you gonna enjoy it! Words count: 2242 Chapter 12 Iris was at her tent, undressing herself with nose was patched up and she still heard Mrs Grimshaw's harsh yelling in her head. Her shirt landed on the floor as it was ruined with crimson of blood. - What the fuck were you thinking today?! - Arthur stormed inside her tent, completely ignoring fact she's undressed, wearing only her lingerie. - Huh? - she tilted her head to the side, looking visibly surprised. - You could kill yourself, you idiot, twice times today! - So what? That's my job - she shrugged - I'm an outlaw just like you. - Are you out of your mind? - Arthur looked furious, his voice harsh as gravel and eyes stormy. Iris was trying to reckon if he ever was furious like that before, but she couldn't remember. Not towards herself, at least. - What would be better in situation when I had choice to fall down along with the train, jump on my horse like you said and probably break my spine or risk life and jump into the water? - I'm not only about it - he growled, throwing his hands in the air and gesticulating with them, showing frustration - You're not going anywhere else with us! - Excuse me? I am amazing with getting things done, especially when you think that all Dutch's plans are stupid and naive while I can fix all of them. I am not gonna stop - girl shaked her head in disbelief.

- That's the problem, you are amazing with pulling these out, 'cause you are crazy! - Arthur grabbed her arm and shook Iris like it was meant to wake up her.

- Even if, what's bad about it? - Iris tried to back off, but couldn't as his fingers were pinning into her forearm.

- How couldya've said that you have nothing to lose? - Arthur said suddenly with much more silent voice, slowly looking away.

- But I don't and you know it's true! - Iris laughed but there was no joy in it

- My life? I'm gonna be dead sooner or later, I'm not a town girl nor wife sitting at home, I'm an outlaw just like you, Mr Morgan. The only difference is when I'm gonna die.

- I-I...How can you say things like this? They sound so easy in your mouth it makes me afraid - Arthur was disbelieving Iris's words with ''hurt puppy'' eyes.

- I always thought you're never lying to yourself, but here we are. What I'm saying is true, all I have is group of people in this camp, but everyone is risking, anyone can die tommorrow, or in two weeks, you just don't know it! You can't hold me away from all this dirt and...I needed this money.

- Money?! You were caring about the money?! - Arthur was starting to boil once more.

- I need it if I'm gonna move some day soon - she said and it made him freeze.

He threw her look of kicked dog. - What? - Iris noticed his intentions right away - You were thinking I'm gonna stay forever? I'm in my twenties and all I have is this tent and nowhere to go, no one to look after or no one to hold me there, isn't it obvious? I can go to New York, or even freakin' Tahiti, maybe become a doctor to make my life less boring and miserable. But that was exactly what Arthur was thinking. He just realized that now there was no strings attached between them and that she was thinking about moving, mentioning it in the past, when they were still friends, talking every night in the light of oil lamp. Arthur Morgan was always thinking that he has time but there she was, proving he's wrong and also a fool.

- Iris, I still need you - he said but she didn't hear him. There was screams coming from outside. At first, Iris bursted out, thinking that's it's something horrible, tripping over her own legs. But it was very opposite. Everyone could see like John Marston in kneeling in front of Abigail Roberts, holding an engagement ring.

-Oh my god, John, yes! - Abigail yelled with visible shock and disbelief in her eyes. Normaly woman didn't like being in the centre but marring John properly was her deep hidden dream.

- It's time for me, to do somethin' proper out of us, Aby. I want to make you happy - John was speaking quietly and with gentle manner but everyone heard it as no one dared to breath or else.

Iris was looking at pair, sharing few tears of joy. It was simply beautiful, somethin' she wished for them deeply in her heart. It was also something she was dreaming about for herself for short period of time and was moved that they were so lucky to have it. It was little proof for herself, that she could have normal life someday, that she could leave this camp and finally that they are were family. Disfunctional one, but family. She noticed with corner of her eye that Arthur was looking at her. She wiped her face from tears quickly, walking away to hug Abigail and John just like everybody. This evening turned away differently than everyone expected. People catched every bottle of booze they had and gathered around the fire. Soon they were singing every song they knew, laughing, talking and dancing. John was the one who's wasted the most, obviously, he liked to drink when he was happy and today happines weren't the right word. It was more than overjoy. There was also Iris with bottle in her hand, who was joyful enough to yell the lyrics of one songs they both knew, dancing with John as they were tripping over each other, making Abigail laugh as she clapped in the rythm her friends wasn't minding anyway.

Arthur was watching Iris carefuly. She looked happy, joyful even but it seemed weird and unsetteling. And then something clicked inside Arthur's head. Iris was drinking everyday, chugging down on bottle of whiskey almost every evening and now she, with her fragile body, was enough strong to keep up with John without getting wasted. She had also having this hip-flask that she was drinking from time to time. All puzzles fitted right now. - You're an alcoholic - Arthur hissed, when he catched Iris from between others and  quickly dragged away, hiding they both in his tent. Man quickly pulled down flaps, giving this conversation needed privacy. Arthur didn't care much if it's uncomfortable for Iris, the way he just treated her - How many drinks did you have today, eh?

- Hmm...A bottle and still counting! - she said, giggling, completely clueless - Come on, don't be such sourpuss, Mr Morgan!

- You're an alcoholic! - he shouted again, much more agressively at her face and girl stopped smiling right away.

- F'course I am - she spoke slowly, like was supposed to explain something to child - My daddy was and I am too, that's no surprise. Now I think I kind of get him, whiskey's your best friend. It always listens to your heart and it lulles you to sleep so easily, when all you see is dirty ceiling of your tent. It makes you warm, just like you were in lover arms - she looked dreamily now, smiling a little - That's why I'm gonna drink till the day I'll fall asleep drunk and choke myself with my own vomit. Cheers to that! - she took big gulp from the bottle, few drops falling down girl’s chin.

- No! - he grabbed her arm, tearing the whiskey away from her hands and spilling it on the floor.

- Ey, I payed for that! And you're stupid to think I had only one or two - she laughed but she was furious and it sounded more like barking.

-Get yourself together, eh?! - Arthur placed empty bottle on the trunk with loud bang.

- What?! You saying something like this? - she looked almost amused. Almost if only it wasn't for fury and fire dancing in her pupils.

- Yes, me! I won't let you ruin your life!

- And who you are to judge me, eh?! Big scary boys who clinged onto me when he gets drunk, crying because his lovely Mary won't have him nor now, not even in ten years, 'cause she's a bitch who uses him to run errands for her!

- Excuse me? - he froze, not knowing what's going on. It was his thoughts but he wasn't reckoning saying them out loud ever, especially to Iris.

- Oooh, bullseye, you don't remember it! - girl looked like she was satisfied as hell with this discovery - You seriously belived when I said you just blanked out after puking on my new coat the other night! But no, there's much more to that and I'm gonna tell you a story - she was pacing, looking at him with fury.

Arthur didn't say a thing, nor moved. He was to shocked, but God, if he knew what's coming he would sit down already. - So I was sitting in your tent the other night and you weren't there, as always. I felt frivolous enough to take a look around, finding maybe something funny I could torture you within' a while, but oh, I was so shoked! A pile of letters, love letters under your cot. You left me for Mary Linton, just cutting our strings lose, not respecting me enough to tell that out loud. But that was expectable, I've never thought well enough about myself to expect being treated nicely. I wanted to search for ya, I wanted honesty from your mouth - she stopped for a moment, collecting her thoughts - and I got it when someone shoot me, robbed me and left me to die.

- Iris, I- - Arthur choked on words as they fought to leave his throat.

- No, no, that's not the best one I have for you today, loverboy - she hissed - Because when someone found me and drove me to the doctor in Saint Denis, I've been told I'm gonna live because someone took a bullet for me and it was our child. I was pregnant and I found out about it like this. And I will probably never gonna be pregnant again - she lifter her chemise and there it was, fresh scar, shiny and pink, running from belly button to left side - How do you like it, Arthur? Look at it closely! I know I look beautiful like that - Iris's voice was malicious, getting every small amout satisfaction from relieving secret that would hurt Arthur just like he did hurt her. No, it was only very bad dream. He's gonna wake up and laugh it off. Even his life wasn't this much miserable. But no, it wasn't any fantasy and girl stormed pass him, going to her tent. Arthur followed her and when he entered Iris's tent she already was grabbing another whiskey, hidden under her cot.

- Why you didn't tell me straight away?! - Arthur was finally able to spit anything from mouth but his throat was numb, big gulp growing inside.

- You haven't even notice me missing, nor wondering why I lie in my tent all day and Dutch doesn't say a thing. Why would I tell you anything? - Iris shrugged, her face hopeless. How could Arthur expect anything from her?

- So I could protect you! I'm barely speaking english, how can you expect me to read your mind? - Arthur's eyes looked wet and red but not even single tear fallen down his cheeks. Man was to proud for this.

- Protect me from what? You should protect me from yourself, 'cause you're the one who knocked me over and left - Iris shaked head, face forming into a frown.

- Protect you so you would never get shot, protect you so you wouldn't work like that. I was doin' that with Eliza- - Arthur really tried to justify his need of protection but they both knew he couldn't, not right now.

- The girl I am similar to, but lacking her soothin' temper, eh? Oh I know all your dirty little secrets, 'cause you gave me no reason to trust you and I was right, never taking your presence for granted, nor your words. Arthur, you were going in and out of this relationship like my heart was made of stone - she sobbed, curling up in the very corner of her bed, cuddling a bottle of booze.

- I need you! - man looked at Iris hopelessly, trying anything he could try to get them both back on tracks. But for now there weren’t any right words.

- You merely remember to notice me, back then and now, Arthur - girl waved him off, ignoring confession - but I get this...After all I'm just a kid who can't even kiss you the way you like being kissed. Why would you ever got back to me? - she cried in despair but he just left, leaving her to herself. For Arthur it wasn't leaving because he hated Iris, he just couldn't deal with emotions that were tearing him apart right now, puting pins into his heart and causing migraine, pain pulsing in man's temples. But girl was thinking amiss, taking it as Arthur's giving up.

- Glad that I still have you - she whispered after a moment of looking into direction Arthur went, opening a bottle and downing it at once, then falling on her back and going asleep in yesterday's clothes. They simply weren't meant for each other. 

[iguanasarecute]

One shower stall, Two pairs of legs

[Bakugou x Reader]

summary: For the love of god, UA had a water shortage. A laborius training made all of you debilitated; the exhaustion gave all of you the thirst for being refreshed. Hitting on the limited showers connected to the lockers, well umm... someone crashed in with you. {from their third year}

warning: smut, profanity

"Fuck you bastard!" The feral classmate of yours growled at you; his PE uniform marinated with sweat, dripping blood from the scar you gave him during your training.

Your neon duffel bag slunged to your shoulders, "I'm just better than you. Admit it," you rolled your eyes as the towel on your hand roamed around your face. Your fellow classmates had their way on the locker rooms, while this goddamn pomeranian keeps barking at you for the past ten-minutes.

"Piss off (Y/N)! I'm gonna make you fucking suffer!" His husky voice thundered as the ash-blonde stomped his way in the Men's lockers, finally. You shook your head, eyeing the stubborn Ash-blonde, while you also jolted to your locker.

The familiar faces waved and offered you a sweet smile; your pink friend, Ashido, chuckled, "That's what you get for beating Bakugou's ass," she adjusted the towel wrapped around her body.

Momo gave you a sympathetic glare, "Bakugou's voice were heard here. Such harsh words!" Her soft hands patted your shoulders, "Though, he did hesitated to throw you punches. He went easy with you,"

You bit the inside of your cheeks, "Geez, should I thank him for that?" you sarcastically said, as the three of you giggled. You shifted your eyes to your classmates, exiting the room and having their way to the connected shower rooms, "They still haven't fixed the pipes, eh?"

Ashido nodded, "The Villain attack from two days ago did cause a massive destruction. Mostly affecting our water pipes," She grinned at you, "I'll be going now, I feel soooo sticky with all this sweat from beating up Sero," Momo and Ashido gave you one last glare as they walked out the room.

You grabbed the hem of your shirt and raised it; leaving you fucking naked alone in the room. Your fingers combed your sweaty hair, as you sandwiched yourself in a white towel, making your way inside the shower room.

The monotonous sound of flowing water entered your ears; searching an empty stall while you let yourself in, as the towel you're in, dropped. You turned the squeaking lever in a clockwise direction, awaiting the water flow down to you. You turned the lever again, nothing, "Ahh. Fuck!" your foot kicked the wall.

"(Y/N)?" Hagakure's voice called at the stall beside you.

You wrapped your body with the towel again, "Yeah?"

"Your shower's busted?"

You tied your hair into a bun, "Yep. I'm not so lucky today," you groaned.

Hagakure giggled, "There's an extra working shower across the gym. Give it a go. We don't have enough water supply at dorm soooo,"

The thought of a chilly shower lit up your face, "Oh god, really? Better get my ass there. Thank you!" You galloped as you poked your head outside, seeing if the coast is clear. You can't believe that you're sprinting across the gym, with only a towel covering your temples. But hey, you need a fucking shower.

You eyed the shower meters away from you as something catched your attention at the corner of your eyes. Oh fuck, oh fuck. You were ready to hit that something. Turns out, it was just a cat. Must be one of Aizawa's cats.

You shrugged as you continuously walked to the shower room. It was a single pristine stall, just for any emergency showers or whatsover, but it did, have running water. You tossed your towel at the corner as you felt the water touch every single corner of your body. You sighed in relief. This frigid shower couldn't be better.

~~~

[ time rewind ] : BAKUGOU

The Ash-blonde snarled at that nosy extra who embarassed the hell out of him. Though with that fortuitous battle with (Y/N); he did admit to himself how he was amused because of his opponent's eagerness. He smirked as he reminisce the training battle with (Y/N). Katsuki went easy with his rival; just because he kinda, sorta, has a soft spot for her. Well all he does was yell at her, or slap her with nasty words... but he isn't an expressive person, and he has his ways of showing it; for example, he adores everytime the both of them punches each other with insults.

Bakugou growled at the shower room, where all stalls was occupied, "One of you extras get the fuck out or I'll explode this shit!" He wrapped a piece of cloth at his wound.

"Calm your cock bro. Just wait in line," Kaminari yelled.

The crimson-red eyes of his twitched, "HAHHHHHH?!"

Kirishima cackled, "You yelled at (Y/N) dude! Not a manly move. The water pipes' goddess is punishing you,"

"WAIT 'TIL ALL OF YOU GET OUT! I'M GOING TO KILL—"

"Do not make obnoxious conversations!" Iida's voice shouted, probably chopping on the air right now.

Denki coughed, "Bakugou there's a shower stall at the other side of the gym. The single-stalled one. We're going to have a looooong time with this,"

"We're like fucking prisoners so thirsty for a goddamn bath," Sero sighed.

Katsuki clicked his tongue as he mumbled under his breath; making his way to the said shower stall. An abyssinian cat licking its paws, blocked his way as the crimson-red eyes of his rolled. He sprinted in the shower stall; while Bakugou raised his eyebrows. Why the fuck are the lights opened, and an irresponsible bastard just stranded the fucking water flowing.

His warm rough hands grabbed the cool door, and shot it open.

Oh shit.

~~~

Your fingers combed your saturated hair, nuzzling every drop of the rigid water. You were confident that nobody would infiltrate your shower. Since everybody in your class was already freshening up, on their own.

Until,

"WHAT THE FUCK BAKUGOU?!" Your arms spreaded accross your body, struggling to cover your breasts and your pussy. You gave him a stare, but the Ash-blonde just stood there, ogling at your exposed body, "WHAT ARE Y— GET THE FUCK OUT!"

Bakugou's cheek flustered as it turned red; avoiding your gaze, and looking at the floor, "Don't you know how to fucking lock the goddamn shitty ass door?!" He thundered.

"The water is fucking running! Don't you have fucking ears?! Or a brain atleast to conclude that somebody is inside?!" You kept your arms locked on your private parts. Your eyes were darted on his annoying brainless head, when you just realized, that he's completely naked too, except for the towel covering his lower part. You gulped, and memorized the sight of his eight-pack. You won't repudiate, he does have a fine body.

"The fuck are you staring at?" He spat. Shit he caught you, "What a perv," He playfully smirked and rolled his eyes.

"Says the person who's in struck just by staring at my goddamn body!" You growled.

His iconic devilish smirk just got wider, "You noticed?" His hands slid on the door as he locked it, advancing towards you, his Crimson-Red eyes glued to you, in libido. His tongue clicked, "So, deadass extras took all the showering stalls," the water flowing down his body as well.

Your arms, shielding your chest, now brushing on his hard abs, "What are you implying," you whispered in a monotonous way.

Bakugou's husky voice chuckled, "Wanna share?" You looked up to him, squinting your eyes to avoid the chilly water. He leaned to you, giving you a soft kiss, were diminutive water entered your mouth. The feral Ash-blond, sure is a good kisser.

His lips were warm, as it collided with yours. He aggresively osculated you, while it slowly parted, asking permission to get in you. How can you refuse? Your lips split, as a sign of acceptance. The both of your tongues' battling, devouring each other; as he licked every corner of you. Bakugou breathed, "So you do wanna fucking share," You felt the inside of you burn, as the Ash-blonde gripped on your arms, and slid it to your sides; revealing your bare breasts, and your pussy, to his.

The rigid water touched your chests, while you grabbed the soaked towel veiling his member, "Your towel's getting wet, Bakugou," your voice shaked.

He bit his lips to your obvious statement, "What are you implying," he mocked you by imitating your voice, "Rightttt, (Y/N). It's getting fucking wet," he coughed, "Would you... Would you be a goodgirl and get it off me?" Your hands touched the towel, as you complied with his command, "Goodgirl," Bakugou gripped your ass and pulled you to his hard frame, "Touch my dick and feel how hard you just fucking made me," he whispered, while your shaking hands grabbed his... long, hard, trobbing member.

"I want it in me Bakugou," your voice commanded, as the Ash-blonde chuckled at your unexpected response.

He cupped your breasts, "Let's take it slow (Y/N)," he nuzzled on your neck, marking what was his. He agressively squeezed your butt while giving you hickeys as you moaned. His hard cock was brushing over your pussy, which made you moan harder. He sucked your breasts, biting it; as he made circles on your tummy, down to your clit. His finger went in your tighthole, while you moaned his name. Another finger entered, as he chuckled, "So wet, and tight, and we just got started," he added the third finger.

"Katsuki ughhhhh— Baby that's so good," you shrieked while your arms tangled around his arms.

His husky voice giggled, "(Y/N)... be a goodgirl and suck my dick,"

"Depends if you'll cum," you smirked while you stood on your knees, ogling at his member, "Katsuki, that's uhh... huge...,"

His warm hands grabbed your hair, "...And you like it like that," he pulled your head nearer his cock, "Come on now, babygirl," you parted your lips as it came in you, pumping, as your tongue played with it, "Goodgirl, ughhh," he moaned deeply, "Shit! Shit!" He mumbled as his hot cum went in you. You catched your breath as the Ash-blonde pulled you to stand, "I have a punishment for you for giving me this bruise," he eyed his cut wrapped with a cloth, "Turn around," his husky voice commanded as you turned around.

You bit your lip. Shit anal. Bakugou adjusted his position for an enter; just then, he was pumping. The shower stall contained by your moans, "Ka—Katsuki, I'm liking this punishment," your legs felt jiggedy as his cock exited. The warm hands of his, grabbed your hips, pushing your body at the corner, "What are you—" your eyes shifted down, Katsuki setting his dick directly at your hole. His intense eyes glared as you, signaling he's coming in. You moaned at his huge member entering you, pumping, Shit. Fuck the water shortage I love it.

~~

"Gagghh! Oi, dumbass you're taking so long!" The Ash-blonde yelled impatiently outside your locker-room. Well, both of you kinda, (not kinda) enjoyed your moment, at the separated shower stall. While you and Bakugou was devouring each other; your classmates obliviously headed back to the dorms; wondering where in the goddamn world the two of you were.

You changed into your spare clothes dumped inside your locker incase of emergencies. Yet, you didn't know, this emergency, would be having fucking sex with the Katsuki Bakugou. You whimped at your sore body, while the Crimson-red eyed man leaned on the wall outside, his warm hands burried inside his sweatpants; lingering. Bakugou was staring at the abyssinian cat, as he gawked at your jelly-legs, "You took so fucking long, your highness," he sarcastically mumbled while his muscular arms grabbed your waist to support your sloppy walking, "You look like a fucking idiot with those legs,"

A deep exhale went out your lips, "Your fault,"

His devil smirk etched on his face, as you and him, walked to reach your dorms, "I'm good at fucking, right?" He clicked his tongue, "You don't need to say so. I fucking know so,"

"Geez, I bet you did that to tons of girls already," You scoffed, while your heart felt like sinking with the thought of his rough hands groping a body that's not yours.

He clicked his tongue, "Nah just you," his warm hands collided with yours, "Wouldn't fucking do that other than you,"

Well then, you just made the moths inside my tummy dance YMCA

— • —

BONUS:

"(Y/N)! Bakugou! Where have you been?!" Kirishima thundered inside the common room; as the familiar faces gawked at the two of you in worry and curiosity.

Iida started chopping at the air, "This is unnacceptable! The both of you should orient your class where you'll be going!"

Oh fuck. Oh shit. What would we say.

You were about to open your mouth for excuses, when the Ash-Blonde whose arms are around your hips, groaned, "We just took a fucking walk! Finding the owner of a goddamn stray cat!"

Nice one.

The familiar faces blinked, some of them nodded in understandment; while the others raised their eyebrows in doubt. Deku coughed, "Are you okay (Y/N)? What happened to your legs?!" their eyes darted on your jelly-legs.

You nervously laughed, "Oh! Uhh legs? What legs? Ohhh— Uhhh... Funny story actaully— I Uhhh... It was from Uhhhhhhh," you felt Niagra falls forming on your fucking forehead, as sweat dripped all over you.

Katuski clicked his tongue and rolled his Crimson-red eyes at your bovine state, "The cat went out and then she chased it. Too much running, she got kinda sore. Then dumbass fell to the ground," He gave death-glares to the extras who gave him suspicous looks, "That's it. Don't fuck around,"

Holy shit. I love this Pinocchio right here.

The Ash-blonde thinks that jabbering fabrication was utterly noxious. He doesn't like lying, stating that there's no point at it. Though, this perplexed, yet wonderful moment he had wih you; would be risky to be publicized. It was both of your moment, and was yours to keep.

Fucking water pipes started it all.

END

by: i.k.

r e b l o g !

i promised on my last that my next post (this) would be a soft one...it got delayed. i accept requests rn!

more lemons by me:

U.A.'s lingerie collection ; Self Pleasure's Mishaps ; FUCK.DATE.KILL ; Sext...with a Pro-hero? ; House Arrest

[eshithepetty]

Steven Universe Future final episodes liveblog

I decided to write down my feelings while watching this time, to make it more special, so here’s my reaction under the read more!

Alright, here we goooo~ ;;v;; I’m so very scared

I just watched some season 1 eps so this is gonna be,,, painful!

Everything is NOT fine!!

My heart’s legitimately beating hard rn, I’m just mustering the courage to press play and watch

Okay. Here we go for reals.

He’s going back!! And he’s so big and pink, gosh. This form initially threw me off and due to it’s role in Fragments it made me kinda scared, but it’s actually super cute, even if angsty

And oh no, they’re going to see him like this,,,,

mood

Oh! Also diamond eyes,,, ugh, they’re really pretty, I’m a sucker for inhuman eyes (and inhuman traits in general)

Oh, baby,,, also, Connie!!!

Ugh, her voice sounds so worried,,,

Oh right, they haven’t spoken… these past 3 episodes have felt a lot longer than they actually were. I’m glad they’re talking now, though!!

“I’m great! Never been better!” DJFBHDVDDFGJK STEVEN

YES YOU HAVE STEVEN

Baby,,,,,,

Also wHERE ARE THE GEMS??

“There’s nothing to worry about, I’m okay.” HFGJHFGSGHSTEBES YOU’RE NOT!! FUCK!!! AND CONNIE KNOWS IT!!!!

Don’t hang up on her!!! Steven!! noooooo,,,,

ohhhnh…. oh noo,,,, son,, Oh No;;;;;

OH NO;;;;;

BABYYYY aGH

hhhhhbaby,,,,

“I’m Steven Universe” ugh, the way he says that,,, the emotion there,,,,, the parallel to episode 1,,,, fgsjgsjdgs Zach is so talanted

AHH STEBSE

AAHHHHHH MOMS COME HELP JUST DON’T FREAK HIM OUT

JSFGSJDFGSDGSDF STEBEN,,,,

I feel like I’m just gonna be keysmashing throughout all of this, my heart hurts,,,,

YOU’RE NOTTTT GUYS DON’T LISTEN TO HIM

jfghdghdjfgdhfgd

“We’ll take your word for it.” HFDGJDFGHDG GARNET DON’T!!!! YOU FKING,,, DUMBASSES

STEVENNNNN NOOO

fast boi,,, but this is such a bad idea, gosh I’m worried

I’m just remembering “burn little homeworld to the ground” and I’m fUVKIN SCAREDD

Oh! Pretty garden!

Volley!! It’s so good to see her!!

yeah, maybe it’s not the best idea to just,,, run around looking like that. I mean, not that it’s in any way BAD or that Stebes should be in any way ashamed or hiding but… I’m just surprised noone’s asking about what’s happening?

oh no,,,, is he gonna bring them to life and they’ll get agressive from his misery,,,

his laugh tho;;; he’s so desperate to prove to himself that he’s not terrible,,, oh baby,,,,,

THAT MLEM WAS ADORABLE WHAT

OH NOO

Agh, I’m so scared, but also, that was kinda hilarious

STEVEN

GARNET??? Why are you here?? Oh, she probably foresaw needing to be here, and the CGs do work here, but also, she’s a therapist?? Can you PLEASE also do that for your son???

“Steven’s here to help” that’s both cute and disturbing, my god

STEVENNN

Awe, the hug….

Ame’s outfit!! but seriously, how did they all get here so fast? there has probably been more time passed than I initially though

“You good, bud?” HE’S NOT, AME, PLEASE HELP YOUR LITTLE BRO AGH

Also, this place is full of lava and dangerous objects, oh no,,, nothing good can possibly come from this I’m TERRIFIED

GHgJjjgskg he’s so obviously fake it hurts to see and hear

Also, bispearl moment! They’re spending time together!!

Fabulous. It’s great to see more of th pearls, always, they’re all great <3

Okay, how’s he gonna fuck up this one

tiny hammer,,,, oh no. he’s gonna be too strong…..

OH NO

Oh  no,,,, Bis I’m sorry,,,, Steven, sweetie, please go calm down,,,, CGs, why aren’t you doing anything??? Help the boy!!! Get him some tea and leave him to rest!!! I mean, he probably doesn’t want to, cause that would lend him space to think, and he doesn’t want to do that, but he has to! He has to be honest about how bad it feels!! So that he can heal and move on!

tootles,,, Stebes…

God, I’m sp sad for this boy, my son, no,,,,

Steven, sweetie, you’re a disaster rn, please don’t;;;

SHE’S JUST LAYING THERE. LIKE A CAT. ADORABLE

Oh no,,,,,

Woah, Onion!! But seriously, what’s up with that child???

Oh NO!!

THE BEETLES!!!

Oh! That was really nice, great job son!!!

“I did it…” oh my gosh, he’s so desperate, it hurts hhhh

“I didn’t mess anything up!” Steven, honey-

Oh NOo,, fuck,,, FUCK,,

STEVENNHHNN

Aah,,, STeven,,,, god, fuck, this freaking kid, I’m gonna start crying,,,

Connie! Thank god, they’re actually ready to talk. Let’s see if Steves is, and if they’ll be able to listen. carefully.

Also, I just realised, where is Jasper??

Oh my god,,,

HSDFBGSDKJFBSHELP THE BOY HE’S LITERALLY SUBCONCIOUSLY BEGGING STEBEEH STEP OUT OF YOUR DENIAL;;;

Grego,,,

Yea, they’re already worried!!!

Don’t trap him!!! GOD

Nonononononono

Yea, he didn’t tell them fgfgs

dgbdHFGDKFGgosH, that laugh,,,, my heart is broken, my stupid stupid boy, god, I love you, I just want to see you happy,,, this is so painful;;;;

LIKE SHIT IT WASN’T IMPORTANT IT CONCERNS YOUR ENTIRE CHILDHOOD AND LIFE

HSBGKSBFGSKZGBSGBSH I’M GONNA GET A HEART ATTACK FROM THIS SHOW

Aah, that music….. my boy,,,,

NO! MY BOY! SON! NONONONONO!!

God,,,, I’m legit gonna sob what the fuck,,,,

God, my boy;;;;

SDSDFSKDFSKDSKWHAT

AAAAAAAHH!!! AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

***

OH. OH NO. THE THUMP

FUCK!!! FUCK!!!!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHAHHHTHIS DOESN’T FEEL REAL BITCH WHAT THE FUUUCKK

WORM WORM WORM WORM!!!!!

God, this is gonna be painful,,,

Don’t!!! Peri,,,!!

STEVENNGHHN

SGHSKGSKGBSYES IT IS!!! FUCK!!!!!

Mood, Ame

“but how?” “Nevermind that.” OH OKAY. not gonna explain it, that’s fine! I mean, I’m not upset, but that’s really funny, just, yeah, guess Steven's godzilla now. How? Fuck if we know  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

But yea what matters here is helping Steven!

DON’T!!!! YELLOW LEAVE HIM ALONE!!!

dfskdfskdf

WHITE DON’T FUCKING GO NEAR THE BOYY!!!! HE HAS TRAUMA!!!

OH NO

YES IT ISSS!!!!

Oh nooononononoNONO

Garnet,,,

Ahh! Cluster!!! Be gentle!!

SOBS,,,,

DON’T CRY, FUCK!!!! DO SOMETHING!!!! I MEAN, NOT TO BE MEAN, I JUST FGHDDJFGBDGJD FUCK

YES!!!! Grego!!!!

Oh no,,,, Spinel,,,,,,

DON’T FUCKING START A GUILT COMPETITION WHILE THE SON IS LOST IN HIS MISERY!!! GUYS!!!!!!

White,,,, hhhhhh

Go CONNIE!! GO CONNIE GO!!!! FUCK IT UP CONNIE!!!!

YESSS!!!!!!!!

GOD, Connie is great

!!!!!! LOVE!!!!!

God, this is lowkey very corney, but also cathartic and I sure as fuck ain’t complaining

Steven!!!! Ah!!!! <3

this is literally that *shoots hearts towards you* meme, oh my god

ah,;;;;,,,;;,,,

*insert crying cat picture*

Spinel,,,,

Steven,,,,,,

Pearl,,,,,,,,

Connie!!!!

Ah,,,,,!!

Steven;;;;; god, it hurts, my boy is back,,,,,

God,,,,,, I love this so much;;;; my sweet son,,, cry yourself out, your deserve it,,,, god;;;

Well that was super sweet,,,, gosh *send you hearts* aaaaaaa

***

Ah! The training music!

Ah, they’re hanging out!! Great!!!

Ah, what news? Did he get a therapist??? Please tell me he’s going to therapy!!

months,,, it’s been months…

oh, he’s leaving, right?

*gasp* Cookie cats,,!!!

AAAAHH THIS IS SUCH A CALLBACK OH MY GOD THE MEMORIES AHHH

Ah! She ate! a little bit! that’s enough, I’m proud of you!! That scrumptious was adorable!!

AAH!! OH MY GOD!!!

PEARL!!! AME!!! GARNET

“groceree store” MY GOD

“he left his family behind” oh my god fgskg

YES!!!! HE HAS A THERAPIST!!!!! FUCK YEAH!!!!!!!! THIS IS LITERALLY ALL I CARE ABOUT FUCK YEA!!!! THERAPIST!!!! AHHHH!!!

Oh, they ŗe so supportive, this is so sweet!

Don’t just leave him!

Bis,,,,

Aw, Peri,,,,

“I like this one so much!” God, that’s adorable, awh

AWE!!!! My goodness dfhgdj his shirt

Ah!!! She’s an artist, of course!!!! That’s amazing!!!! I’m getting seconhand joy!!!

Lapis <3 <3 <3

Awe, the flag,,,, <3

“I’m gonna use my tears to make a watercolor painting of you”dkfgbdkjgbd fuck, that’s so good

Ahhh, they said they loved him!!! I can’t recall any gem besides Garnet using that word ever??? That’s amazing!!!

Aw, cry babies,,,, I love them,,, <3

Jasper!!!

no!!! Jasper, sweetie,,,,

THE HOLESJGBDFG

DFGKDFDD

I love Amethyst

Pearl!! She’s playing bas!! Adorable <3

Oh no,,,,, Stebes :(

Awe, your own!!!!

Oh noo,,,,, son;;;; look what you’ve done, now he feels like you don’t care about him!!!

Oh!!! He finalyy won’t have to live in a van! Great ^^

the stars!!

Aw!!! They kissed!! They’re so sweet, I’m glad there wasn’t like some big scene made out of that, just casual and fond!!

“Don’t breakfast without me” adorable <3

Oh no,,,,,,,

DFGJDKFGJD

AAHH

“Pearl agrees” DHFGJDHD

AWE <3 <3 <3 <3

Ah, Garnet!!

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

BITCH I LOVE YOUU

Pearl,,,,

Sweethearts;;;;;

Just a little time~

Awe, they’re all there waving goodbye!!! My gosh!!!

Awe,,,,,

AAaaaaand I’m crying

<3

[bchemiqn]

bucket watches scream 5

i have a bad case of anxiety and cannot really handle horror movies but i will do anything for my hyperfixations and its currently Jenna Ortega and Wednesday so i’m watching scream 5 rn and will be live tweeting (live blogging???) here lol. exposure therapy ig…

SPOILERS FOR SCREAM 5 AHEAD!!

okay so i already saw some spoilers so ik who the killer is LMAO.

“Looking fetching” LMAO WHAT IS THAT KIND OF PHRASE ???

Jenna has impeccable acting just saying

girlie got stabbed and just PUNCHES THE DUDE LMAO LOVE THAT FOR HER

my god that jump-scare scared the shit out of me. OH MY GOD THROUGH HER HAND????

Jenna should play a final girl sometime, she’d be perfect (ik she survived in the babysitter killer queen but okay)

ah good, Jenna is still alive whoop whoop

everyone is suspicious but ik that that’s the point lol.

Jenna looks like a corpse lmaoo

AMBER SHES THE KILLER RIGHT???

Sam, we love Sam. We don’t love Amber.

ah yes i kinda hoped he would die.

Sam’s bf watching Stabs while sitting in the hospital next to his gf’s sister who just got stabbed has got to be the weirdest thing ever…

OH SHE HALLUCINATING, OH SHE NOT HALLUCINATING.

i know the secret too i think (this is a guess), Sam is the child of one of the previous killers (I’m guessing billy loomis?)

I FUCKING KNEW IT AAAHH.

Jenna’s acting… so good!

eyo thats Sidney!

mindy went on a whole monologue i love her call me crazy but sounds like a hyperfixation rant

damn those hallucinations really be hallucinating good.

i feel a jump-scare coming, i was right.

oooo mr wallows is gonna die isnt he

oh should’ve seen the mom coming tbh. gosh so much blood… so many stabs

this whole scene of mr wallows walking around his kitchen but nothing happening is giving me the heebie jeebies :(

AH GHOSTFACE IS IN THE HOUSE… that seems like such a horrible way to die tbh… also omg how graphic :(

EYO COURTENEY COX AAHH

Gale x Dewey redemption pls 🙏

stupid police

girlie why u getting out of bed ur barely alive. i feel so sorry for Tara omg. but again… impeccable acting wow.

uhoh there goes Richie…

impeccable timing whoop whoop.

NO NOT DEWEY, YESSS YOU GO DEWEY, NO DEWEY WHY R U GOING BACK??? NO DEWEY WHYYYY MY GOD HOW GRUESOME :(((

ig we’re not getting that Gale x Dewey redemption :(

SIDNEY CAME BACK??? GIRL LITERALLY THE LAST THING SHE SHOULDVE DONE.

Tara and Sam have such a sweet relationship bye :(

Gale and Sidney is a comedic due lol

Naw poor Tara with her astma

DID HE GET STABBED IN THE BALLS ??? Okay it was his leg great. why is the killer so aGRESSIVE WITH THE STABS???

also can i just say, no one besides Jenna even looks remotely like a teenager oh my god

“Hi GenZ” LMAO THIS DUDE

if I didn’t already know who it was, pink haired girlie would look reaaaallyy suspicious rn.

OH MY GOD THEYRE AT THE OG HOUSE??? THATS SO GOOD???

nooo not Mindy we love her

OH MY GOODDD THAT REVEAL WAS SO FUN???

“I’m not the fucking killer” “yeah i know” *shoots* AAAHH I LOVE IT

uhoh there goes Gale.

aw poor Tara, SAM WHY ARENT U CUTTING TARA LOOSE??

AH SIDNEY NO

OH MY GOD IT WAS RICHIE TOO FINWIDNWI WHAAATT WHAT IS THE CONNECTION BETWEEN HIM AND AMBER??? Oh subreddit wow…

UHOH SIDNEY

GO TARA GO TARA!!!

oh Amber has to be set on fire because of the hand sanitizer setup… I KNEW ITTT

i wanna be covered in blood and pretend stab someone too… someone cast me in a horror movie rn pls

Tara and Sam hugging :,) i love them

AHH MINDY AND CHAD SURVIVED FUCK YEAAAH

we love the og final girl x new final girl

Hearing the wallows at the end is such a wake-up call after a slasher horror movie LMAOO??

okay this was great for my reintroduction into horror (believe it or not i was very into horror when i was younger)! overall a 8/10 tbh

I’ll definitely be watching Scream 6 in theaters!

[julia-dwyer]

[fuck-customers]

I work at a mainstream US cosmetics retail store that doesn't start with an "S". I was working cash a few registers down and had a steady line so I couldn't be a nosy as I wanted to but from what I gathered from trying to listen out my one ear in the first register's direction/what my co-workers told me way later is that:

a woman in with really, really, REALLY bad "sick eyes" aka eyes that are horribly bloodshot, swollen, her entire eyelid top/bottom was swollen as hell, etc.... basically she looked like sick shit. came stormin' in agressive as hell yelling at everyone "are YOU the manager" over and over until someone told her to wait at the counter and one would get to her. 

long story short: she literally came into our store and did an entire face of makeup from foundation, eyeshadow, lips, liner, mascara, etc etc etc on her OWN using our TESTER PRODUCTS and our TESTER BRUSHES for her daughters wedding and is losing her e n t i r e shit she caught SOMETHING who the fuck knows what and literally wanted everyone's name in the entire store. coorporate's number called IN STORE with her/SM, wanted every manager's name up to d o G himself. Literally claimed our store was dirty as hell and wanted the name of the person who "CLEANED" the brushes that caused her to (tbh it looked worse) get pink eye. Deadass she wanted her medical bills paid by us.

It took our manager(S) maybe 20-30 minutes to figure out that she did the tester-full face of makeup  by herself and DIDN'T get her makeup professionally done by us (which costs $$).... thank d o G because they thought one of our artists originally fucked up and gave her something.

FYI about testers in makeup stores:

1. EVERYBODY uses makeup testers. Almost no one washes their hands before poking their fingers into anything. They fall on the ground. People probably fucking sneeze on them. Their around gargabe in the backrooms, sometimes they fall IN garbages. They're literally meant to be swatched on your hand at most... oh, and most of them are super fucking OLD (you don't make new testers of something unless it breaks or dries out COMPLETELY).

2. If you DO feel the need to try on a tester there are 1-use applicators of ALL kinds  ///AND// sanatizers at 5+ stations throughout the store to sanatize lipsticks, eyeshadows, products that are open like that so that you get a CLEAN sample. NEVER use an actual makeup brush to try tester products because brushes are the #1 thing people mindlessly rub their grimy hands over are the bristles.... duhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!! We've recently started making the "sample"  brand brushes stuck to the display so people can't pick them up and use them for that very reason.

3. Our store literally does makeup applications AND makeup lessons (for a charge) by PROFESSIONALS who clean their kits and their products throughly because that is THEIR JOB. Other than that we have MULTIPLE people on the sales floor with CLEAN brush belts who will help you either find your color OR help you test it on yourself. 

are people literally THIS stupid?? I feel for her condition on her face that must SUCK, but at the same time ???????????? I seriously have no other reaction besides ?????????? because..... ????? 

Our store is pretty lax in the way that we do let people play with testers for hours (and film to a certain extent) but did you ever stop and think that there's actually a GOOD fucking reason why makeupstores are such hardasses about people coming in and using testers for full-faces... because of shit like THIS. Nobody, NOBODY. is fucking crying over the 50$ lost sale over a product or two because our store chain is massive and honestly, products are testered out constantly everyday over and over. It's because of dumb bitches like this that think their entitled to massive compensation for KNOWINGLY using public items on their eyes/mouths/etc. 

My shift was over before I could find out what happened but when I left the lady + multiple managers were in the back office with the door shut talking to coorporate. It pains me just thinking about HOW much this lady is going to get for probably not sueing us.

((ALSO please PLEASE stop fucking asking me if you can buy the tester because we ran out of the item besides for that one. The answer is NO no matter how many times you ask, how MANY people you ask, or how GRUMPY you fucking get. You're not PAYING for a PUBLICLY-USED eye/lip/etc item. How fucking gross are you??? Wait 1 week for the next shipment or buy it online and rush it to your god damn house!!!!!!))

[theproofinthisong]

fine line review

oh my goooood i just finished listening to the album and i NEED to express my thoughts:

golden: didn’t know what to expect with this one but it’s?? so beautiful?? harry was so right saying it was a driving song it makes you want to go to california and watch the sunset from the car?? also the sun theme is so poetic and beautiful the way he uses it to talk about louis, his beloved?? the melody is quite simple but it’s so effective and these little da da da sounds the choir make in the background...heavenly. this part reminds me of another song but i can’t remember which one. what i love about this one is that it’s first time i’ve listened the lyrics seemed a quite sad (but riddled with hope still) and now the second time the meaning changed totally?? like it’s witchcraft how much the meaning can change once you look at the lyrics closely?? i know harry was talking about adore you when speaking about that feeling of bliss when you first meet the love of your life and fall completely but this is also what golden is about?? like being afraid but diving deep into it knowing this is right. i’m emo. in terms of vocals, it isn’t as BOOM as in other songs (in the sense that he’s not belting, using falsetto or a very low intonation that differs from his usual tone) but i love it!!! it’s very calm and peaceful and dreamy.

watermelon sugar: miss watermelon sugar is still as iconic as the first day she came out. it’s such a wonderful tune. my impressions on this song will never change and i will listen to it for another 30 times round without even hesitating. it just feels very summery and sensual and sexy without being too explicit (even though there is nothing wrong with being super explicit...see medicine). the chorus is just super catchy. the lyrics are so nice and i love the melody. very old pop and i’m a slut for this genre. also i know this has been HUGELY talked about before but i need to say it again. the way he’s saying belly!! the softness of the breathe me in/breathe me out parts!! the last watermelon sugar i don’t know why i’m obsessed it JUST SLAPS

adore you: oh darling. a treasure. 8 days ago, first time i’ve heard it, it took me by surprise because i wasn’t expecting that sound...but six seconds in and i was SOLD and already cherishing her with all of my heart. this song is JUST PERFECT. it’s probably the song that is the closest to 1D mixed with HS1 in terms of sound, like it’s super modern but at the same time has these very old school vibes i’m in LOVE WITH?? this is such a sweet joyful sappy song about his soulmate and i :’) also the rainbow paradise line i haven’t recovered from  bitches. i will never. this is such a certain and blatant declaration of love i wanna die!! i feel acknowledged as a romantic bitch who lives for this kind of grand gestures. thanks harry. also during some parts he sounds like old harry (i mean harry from 1d days) and then 2019 harry takes over and it makes me CRY

lights up: the first single and song from the era will always a soft soft in my heart. i listened to the track so many fucking times the words are tattooed onto my brain. this song was just so needed and so important. it’s so deep and means everything to me really. all of us wanted a song from him about identity and self discovery and lights up was the gift he gave us. never in my life i would have have dreamed of this song and it happened for real. i’m just so grateful. his voice in this is just so soft and delicate and so fitting for the song like it DEMANDS that tenderness and sweetness. also the choir gives me chills, like when they scream SHINE i just feel overwhelmed it’s!!! fuck!! i could write an essay about lights up because this song is just it. it makes you feel seen and understood and i just feel so lucky harry was able to share something as intimate as this.

cherry: lmaoooo. this one will be a skipper sorry. it’s far from being a bad piece because harry’s voice is always amazing but i can’t get over the voicemail. when the news came out i was just so appealed and angry but know i’m just cackling?? i’m french and what is this slander?? THE COUCOU AT THE BEGINNING IS RIDICULOUS!! and the ending sounds so rehearsed there is literally nothing naturel about it. thank god we hear harry’s laugh in it. I JUST KNOW it was added because there is no way he would have laughed irl at one of her jokes lol. lyrically you can see some parts were put there to make an allusion to the stunt (the accent & friends part, the gallery...) but others are just about louis?? like him being jealous of course it’s about the hubby. his voice is still beautiful but the melody doesn’t speak to me (and i would have telled you if it was the case) being objective, it’s the weakest one out of the album.

falling: OH MY FUCKING GOOOOD. i wanna say it’s my favorite song but i feel like it would diminish the love i have for the others but god...this song is breathtaking and out of this world. in terms of lyrics it’s the best HANDS DOWN. like period. fuck this song just BROKE ME. all that ache and heartbreak you get what he’s talking about when he said to zane lowe he hit rock bottom then. fucking hell. it just hurts knowing he hated himself that much like i can’t even fathom it. and his voice bloody hell?? i never heard him sing like that!!! it’s just so desperate and full of hurt and the high notes? please annihilate me. when i heard it i would at first sight i would be my favorite out of fine line. it was just so obvious. that kind of magic doesn’t happen a lot...like. i can’t pinpoint what part hurts me the most because the whole song is TORTURTING ME. when we’ll hear live i will be bawling for the rest of my life. i’m already am. my god it’s just so raw and honest no other artist can make me feel like that. you are experiencing the hurt with him it’s??? i have no words. and please this song makes no fucking sense if you don’t link to his relationship to louis like?? the i’m well aware i write too many songs about you?? hello??? i’m glad he doesn’t feel like that anymore because it hurts. it’s crazy how this song can pull you back to ancient memories and you just forget about the world. oh my god.

to be so lonely: i almost fell out of my chair (or bed, rather) because this song did not fit at all what i was expecting but it’s?? gold??? i was so sure it was going to be a full angsty ballad but it’s so catchy and it has those beatles vibe? like PLEASE. king of defying expectations. it’s so english. and it’s so smart because when the melody and rythm makes you think it’s gonna be corny (in the best sense of the word) but it’s kinda passive agressive? AND ALSO THE SWEARING. DON’T, STYLES. UR MY SON. i’m kidding. him hearing him say arrogant son of a bitch is THE PINNACLE of my life. also am i the only one that feels like if you change the beat a little and accelerate it on don’t call me baby ever again it would sound a bit like never enough? loved the throwback nonetheless. it isn’t a favorite yet but it’s already growing on me.

she: bloody fucking hell. first this song is timeless. it feels like it came straight (gay!!!) from the seventies. i had eagles vibes first listen but some said pink floyd and it’s SO TRUE. there are tons of rock influences in it but it’s so harry and manages to still be super unique?? just incredible. the writing of the song is the smartest out of HS2. it reminds me of woman (not in the way i was expecting...i had one supposition it was going to be about being envious of a woman while dumb people are tricked by the title) so much not in melody or lyrics at all but in the sense that it has a double (triple...and more) meanings. once again stupid hets think it’s about singing about the ideal girl when really it’s...on another plane of existence. like jesus. bitch i was right!!! it’s either a song on gender identity (harry singing about his feminine side that he was ashamed of for so long and tried to hide) or the closet and my god, the whole thing is just so clever.  A MASTERMIND. and the switch from the third person to the third KEATS you’ve been beaten. what a writer. it has thousands of interpretations this is just a trip. holy shit. the whole song carries so much guilt and repression and wishing be free of those feelings it’s?? i’m speechless. it’s so complex and intense. and fuck the guitar solo outro IS HISTORIC. in decades it will be praised as a masterpiece by all. i just know it. mitch you’re a genius. it gives just so much resonance and impact to the piece and it already had everything... i’m in heaven. or in hell. don’t know.

sunflower vol 6; cutest and weirdest song on earth and it’s A FAVE. it’s so colorful and nothing like he ever did before i’m living for it. it’s SAPPY AS FUCK and we stan sunflower in this house. also the part where he’s singing about wanting to kiss his lover kinda sounds like a lullaby and an alphabet song mixed together it’s ADORABLE!!! it’s such a being young and in love track i’m giggling!! it’s so precious!!! very poppy and gives you joy for days!! also super summery!! i wanna dance and twirl to it!! AND THE ENDING IS SO FUCKING LEGENDARY. BIG HIGH ON CRACK ENERGY. BITCH. it’s so uncanny like is he imitating a bird? calling someone?? trying to sound 5? i don’t know but it’s endearing. just so lovely.

canyon moon: another one i was expecting to be slow and it wasn’t. very country. thanks kacey for the input!! also him putting “jenny” in that sound is he trying to be adopted by dixie chicks and dolly parton? I LOVE that he’s trying new things with this track like country is such a hard genre to tackle and he nailed it. AND OH MY GOD THE LYRICS. it makes so emotional he’s literally creating a safe place for him and his darling?? could you be more in love?? this song belongs to the gays. san junipero without the angsty feelings. we deserved that. also he really mentioned the two weeks rule i’m weak. THIS IS INFURIATING.

treat people with kindness: the group part just sounds like a sitcom from the 80s. i’m dying. he really did that. and he named it like that :’) ALSO A GAY ANTHEM I CAN’T WAIT TO SCREAM THOSE LYRICS. big end of the days vibe. it’s just so healing and reassuring. it’s so empowering and i love the contrast between the very catchy happy bits (the high notes and the part where he kinda talks at the end reminded so much of mika which is a huge compliment as far as i’m concerned!!!) and that part where he’s singing very slow and soft you can see it’s very personal with him gaining confidence thanks to us during hslot <3 i’m dying this is such an exceptional gesture to like dedicate this to your fans? it’s so universal while being about his own journey (just like home..i’m sobbing) and that is like the mark of great music. also the instrumental is godsent.

fine line: i can see why it’s his favorite and why it is ending the album and giving it its name. i said falling was my fave but honestly fine line might be it too? the only difference is that i didn’t fall in love instantly, it takes time to escalate (it’s very similar to sott in that sense) beginning softly and almost whispered (also the high tone?? i almost didn’t recognized harry but at the same time it’s just 100% percent him but HE NEVER SANG in THAT TONE i’m!!! my jaw is dropping all the way to mars) like you can see it BUILDING to something superior and never made before... it’s a moment, it’s an experience, it just suspends time. like when music can do that for you...it’s infinite stuck in a few minutes. the two last minutes are purely angelic and the most beautiful thing i’ve ever heard. it has very few lines and words but the one there are so meaningful. when the song ended i just stayed a bit in silence without moving i could not believed what i just witnessed. and the album ending with we’ll be alright...it’s so fucking special. and that word doesn’t even give it justice.

fucK. this album is just...i’m trying to find words but how can you. when you make an album as ambitious and as outstanding as HS1 it’s hard to go back to the studio and find a way to equate it (i’m not saying top it because both can’t even be compared...) but he somehow did it?? i had no doubt but holy shit it’s unreal. it’s crazy because fine line is so different from the first one while being as rock and pop but there is a level of maturity and vulnerability that feels just so? different?? i can’t seem to find the right expression but i’m am purely in awe. i dk how harry finds a way to exceed my expectations every time like... it’s?? i’m sorry i’m just so moved and... it just means everything. 

two years and a half after and the feeling is the same. an album changing me and my life at first listen and 48 minutes that felt like a lifetime and a second at the same time.

[obviouslyelementary]

Girl and girl (at first they're arguing but now they're having forgive sex and its probably the best they've ever had)

This is completely original. It contains agression, slaps and dom/sub behaviour. nothing too heavy. I will tag @dan-yuna because

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“Fuck you. Oh my god fuck you so fucking much”

“What?! What is the problem now?!”

Chris’ eyes rolled behind her skull as she pulled onto her hair.

“Tell me what is it, Chris! Just fucking talk to me!”

She growled and turned around, hands falling to her waist as she heldonto her shirt.

“Hell, Emma! Fuck, I get home every day and you are always… drawing onyour stupid pad and there isn’t one washed dish, not one made bed, crumbseverywhere!” she groaned and Emma raised her eyebrow.

“What the fuck. What the freaking fuck. My stupid pad?! Excuse me if that’s the way I find to fucking pay thebills so I don’t fucking depend on you for everything!” she screamed, makingChris close her eyes in anger. “Why don’t you try to wake up a little earlierto help me make you breakfast or take your ass off the couch when you arriveinstead of waiting for me to cook you some dinner?!”

“Well at least I have a fucking real job!” she screamed and Emma’s eyeswidened, before they narrowed and she growled.

“Take that back, bitch”

“Fuck no”

Emma growled and walked to Chris, grabbing her shirt and pushing heragainst the wall.

“Fucking take that back!” she screamed and Chris held her hands andturned them around, pressing her against the wall and staring.

“No. You fucking take that back” she whispered and Emma pushed Chris’arms away, slapping her face and making the taller woman look back at her, eyesburning in rage before she held Emma’s wrists and held them over her head,pressing them together while she squirmed. Chris smirked. “What is it? Can’tmove away?”

The silence took a while to be broken.

“Get off me, whore” she growled after a minute and Chris laughed,sliding her leg between Emma’s and watching as she froze.

“Whore?” she teased. “I am not the one who is wet”

“Shut up” Emma mumbled, blushing, wiggling on her girlfriend’s hold. “Getoff me”

“No” Chris whispered, her cheek getting red from the slap. She moved her leg against Emma’s and watchedas the smaller girl moaned and closed her eyes, cheeks pink. Chris squeezed herwrists and slid her nose over her jawline slowly. “I thought you were mad at me…”

“I-I am” Emma mumbled, moaning when Chris licked her neck. The tallergirl chuckled.

“You are terrible at these roleplays” she chuckled and bit down herneck, making Emma melt and moan loudly, spreading her legs. Chris let go fromher wrists and slid her hands down her sides to her waist and butt, hands goingunder her pajamas shorts. She then stopped and smirked against her neck. “Nopanties?”

“S-shut up” Emma whimpered as she held Chris’ hair and shirt. The tallerwoman smirked wider.

“Doesn’t it bother you?” she whispered and moved one hand to her front,sliding a finger against the shorts, pressing down to rub against Emma’s pussy,watching as she moaned quietly, shivering.

“N-no” she whimpered and Chris laughed, pulling both hands away andholding her thighs, squeezing and pulling her up, watching as Emma gasped andwrapped her legs around her waist. “C-Chris!”

“Shhh” she mumbled and looked up, leaning in and kissing Emma slowly.The smaller girl moaned and grind up against the taller, who grind back,sliding one hand under Emma’s shirt, feeling her small breasts and lickinginside her mouth slowly, her body shivering and hot.

God, she was the hottest girl alive.

She couldn’t wait to fuck her over.

[artificialqueens]

Cheap pack of cigarettes (Pearlet)

Hey everyone, that’s my first fic in English and even though I feel really fucking insecure bc of the language, I think it’s time to step over it, right?? No beginning — no result, in the end. Hope y'all enjoy it. Much love.

“I do not want to hear this,” Matt says, feeling slightly annoyed. He’s used to it. He’s always slightly annoyed. “What I want to hear is at least one thing explaining the reason you want to be here, darling. I get it, you choke on Santino’s balls every day on lunch break, but what’s the point of waking up early every day, coming home at six in the evening and constantly, constantly find some inner strength to annoy the others if you have the nicest opportunity to just…leave it?”

Okay, Matt knows that Kevin will stay here, even if his cheeks explode right in front him (which is pretty expectable as Kevin’s pale cheekbones are just radiating pure shade of radish right now), because Santino hates useless people and because there are a lot of hot model guys on the fourth floor, stupid ass models that assume Kevin is kind of an other Santino for their little bronze arses.

“Hey, what’s going on?” he hears Santino’s voice suddenly, blinks and sets a schmaltzy cheshire smirk on his lips.

“Nothing”, Matt says, “just talking about life with your arm candy.”

“Ow, and following whom? Nietzsche? Raskolnikov?”

“More like Father Goriot vibes,” Matt smiles acidly and walks away from the room, knowing for sure that Santino’s going to eat up any kind of shit he comes up with. He’s not just a marketing guy, he’s the marking guru, although it’s been just seven months of his practice. Matt even wears these adult Hugo Boss suits because Santino takes him to every business deal, whether it’s just a lunch or an official meeting.

The perks of being smart. Or cons. Depends.

Right now, he’s impatiently staring at slowly changing numbers in the elevator, from twenty two to one, even more impatiently playing with the lighter in his left hand. He quickly crosses the hall filled with the sounds of ladies’ heels clatter, marimba ringtone and scent of hot coffee and storms out of the building, to the parking lot, a fag already between his lips.

Fuck.

Once, twice. Four times, then a couple more. His lighter is dead. Matt harshly swears under his breath.

The sky is grey. You can’t even see it under this big cover of massive clouds — with their purples, indigos and even dirty greens looking more like fresh bruises on a pair of pale knees. And god, the air is unsparingly humid, feels like you can raise your hand and stay with handful of cotton candy. Matt wants it to rain so hard the water would wash him away, dissolve his body under the pale clouds above.

And there it is. A quiet cough somewhere next to Matt, causing him to lift his gaze down and turn a little bit.

There’s a guy. In a white tee shirt and ripped grey jeans. He’s pale and his dark, Matt would even say ebony hair tied up in a bun, very messy and very, very curly one. He has a baby pink satin gym sac on his shoulder and a lighter in his hand, which he points at Matt with.

Matt nods. The boy puts a cigarette in his mouth and walks forward to Matt, lighting his cigarette first and not breaking their kind of heavy eye-contact. He’s a little bit taller. And smells like organic shampoo, no wonder why his hair looks so soft.

The boy blinks and lights his own cigarette. Matt licks his lips.

“Thank you,” he says quietly.

The matter is, the guy’s probably a model. Tall, slim, legs for miles and not dressed up like a Wall-Street habitué. And although they usually drink smoothies and vanilla frappuccinos whilst smoking and also smoke in front of the building, posing for street style websites, he really looks like a model. And Matt doesn’t like models. At least all the models he’s met here were pretty much obsessed with talking shit about each other, that’s literally all.

“Jason!”

They both turn their heads to the sound of a female voice, and Matt recognizes Isabelle, the CEO of the whole company in this petite woman, quickly making her way towards them on her heels. He’s see her a lot of times and Santino even told him once that she said she was really pleased with Matt’s work, but they’ve never interact properly. Isabelle is dressed as perfect as usual, milk chocolate hair framing her well-aged face, yet a little bit concerned at the moment.

“You know I don’t encourage this,” she says, pointing to the cigarette in the boy’s fingers. “And we’re going to be late, so…oh, Matthew!” she exclaims, turning to Matt. Very surprised Matt. “It is such a pleasure to finally meet you, darling, not the greatest time, but nevertheless, I’m so glad we’re having you here!” she finally stops in from of them and quickly shakes Matt’s hand with her diminutive one, crinkles by her eyes as she smiles make her look even more sympathetic.

“It’s an honor for me, honestly,” Matt shakes it in awe, feeling a little bit awkward at the same time.

“Really wouldn’t want to treat my best workers like that, but you will have to excuse me, we’re running out of time, honey. See you later!”

She even fucking kisses him twice on the cheeks, and Matt sees that mocking smile on the boy’s, Jason, apparently, lips, after that, but then Isabelle just grabs his hand and the two of them quickly walk to the car, the woman’s sweet chirrup stuck in Matt’s head for a long time after they disappear.

***

The next couple of weeks go as usual, except Matt thinks of ripping the fuck away all the collars and sleeves of his shirts more and more — it’s physically hard to wear anything but tees in August.

Santino claps his hands and smiles.

“Okay, ladies and gentlemen, we’re having a five minute break now, please don’t be late, we still have a lot of stuff to discuss today.”

And the whole room of people rushes out of the door as fast as possible, mostly to grab some water. Matt, the lucky motherfucker who never sweats, goes directly to the back staircase, no time to go to the parking lot. One very smart and wise man, Kurtis, who now works in fucking Interview magazine, once showed him this quick and unproblematic way to have a minute, bless his chicken-loving heart. No, seriously, the lad loved chickens more than he loved his husband.

“Oh, hi.”

The moment when Matt is gone with the memories of his working life master is ruined with…Jason.

“Hel…lo?”

“It’s not illegal, right?”

Matt feels himself smiling a little.

“What?”

“Using the stairs. I’ve just spent fifteen minutes waiting for the elevator, like, it’s really too much for a one minute ride, right?”

“Yea, just a busy day here. It’s fine, using the stairs is not illegal.”

“It’s just special, then,” the boy says, his expressions go mock-coquettish.

“For elite only,” Matt agrees and takes a long drag, studying the boy who slowly walks down. He’s wearing a pink tee shirt and little shorts, leaving his long legs open for admiring. Dark curls this time cascading down to his shoulders, making the boy’s eyes deeper and bigger. They’re also dark, as far as Matt can make out, but he’s not sure.

“I cannot imagine how y'all wear that shit every day, I’m dying even in a t-shirt, you know. It’s hot as fuck.”

“Thanks for the compliment, I know it suits me,” Matt teasingly retorts, causing the other boy to raise his eyebrows and the right corner of his lips to turn upwards.

“I was actually talking about my t-shirt, not your suit, love.”

Matt chuckles and nods, defended, and throws the fag away.

“Have a nice day, Jason.”

“Same to you, Matthew.”

***

Matt is really fucking hungry, the only thought keeping him alive that past hour was the loveliest still-life, deserving to be hanged in Tretyakov’s gallery — a big, shiny with its fat, hot Barcelona burger, a plate of oily french fries and a giant vanilla milkshake from Mile’s. Matt takes a deep breath and opens the door to the cabinet to take his jacket and freezes under two pairs of eyes — Santino’s and Jason’s. It’s been two or three months since he last met the boy, and again, that’s more than unexpected.

“Hi Jason,” he says slowly, shaking off the confusion, but still looking into the boy’s eyes. He can’t read them, he cannot understand them, same confident, amused expressions, yet blank, matte. Emotionless.

“Hi Matthew,” he slowly answers, not breaking the eye contact either. Hell knows what he’s thinking about. His leg could be burning right now, and Matt still wouldn’t understand that.

“Oh wow,” it’s Santino’s turn to talk. His voice, just like his face, is…shook. Matt doesn’t know why, but he enjoys it. “Alright then. Have a nice evening, boys. Matt, see you tomorrow.”

They’re alone now. Matt blinks and slowly puts on his jacket.

“Um…”

“I’m hungry,” Jason announces, lifting his chin and crossing his arms on his chest. “Actually, I told him I was waiting for a friend here and he didn’t believe me and offered to take me for a dinner and I said I was not hungry, in case if you were listening.

"I wasn’t.”

“Oh.”

Jason looks like a swan, like a proud, elegant, yet offended bratty swan with his long neck, hair tied up in a messy bun again and long pale arms crossed.

Matt has seen this person twice before this evening, but he still feels like there’s something wrong. The boy’s still calm, still confident and poise, but Matt feels as if there are invisible hurdles all over him, very agressive and very, very traumatic indeed.

“So you’re not waiting for a friend here?”

“Technically, you were that friend. I wanted to ask if I could have a cigarette from you.”

“Sure you…”

“Are you going home now?”

Matt blinks twice, trying to read the consequences of a positive and the consequences of a negative answer.

“I was actually going to Mile’s, because I’ve been fucking starving,” he says cautiously. And then, even more cautiously, adds “wanna join?”

He notices that tension slowly leaves the boy’s body and his dark brown eyes soften. His arms are still crossed though, but Matt understands. He still doesn’t know a thing, but he understands.

“I do.”

***

“But what if you like another one more?”

“I’m pretty satisfied with how much I like Barcelona, thank you Ja—”

“You’re a coward.”

“Excuse me?”

“I said you—”

“Good evening gentlemen, can I take your order?”

Jason crosses his arms on his chest again and turns his face to the petite blonde with an IPod.

“Hi, yes, thank you, we’d like to have two vanilla milkshakes, a Sicilia and a Barcelona burgers, and two french fries, please, one with cheese topping.”

“Both with cheese topping,” Matt corrects, watching Jason.

“Both with cheese topping, please.”

“Owkay, anything for the dessert?” the girl asks, winking at Matt.

“Later,” they say in sync, nodding.

She pouts a little (Jason’s shady eye roll doesn’t go unnoticed) and repeats their order, takes the menus and goes away, leaving the two of them tête-a-tête again.

“How did you find that place?” Jason asks, which was a bit unexpected, because he still seems a bit tensed. As if he put himself together, but there was too much going on, too hard to pretend. “I’ve never heard of it before.”

“I was looking for Vivi Bubble Tea actually, it was here a year ago or something, but they moved and I decided to go try—”

“Barcelona.”

Matt licks his lips, teasingly annoyed.

“Yes. Barcelona. And I think that this talking-over habit of yours is really worse than smoking, love.”

“Is that an invitation?” the corners of Jason’s lips tremble slightly.

“Well you were waiting for me and my pack all in all, so yeah, it is.”

“You’re so sweet, you know.”

“To your bitter.”

“Rude,” he holds the door for Matt, before they enter the street, busy, noisy and so different to the comforting little cafe, filled with friendly radio songs and french vintage posters, and pleasing smell of oil and frying meat too.

“Why didn’t you buy yourself a pack?” Matt asks, watching Jason lighting his cigarette. For some reasons, their whole connection just flies around Marlboro Lights or Camel Yellows.

“I forgot my wallet at home and went to ask my mom for some cash but she wasn’t at the office and then I remembered you.”

“How nice,” Matt chuckles, deciding that he really doesn’t want to remember the Santino part of today. “How you’re going to go home?”

“My driver,” Jason shrugs. “He’ll pick me up at seven, so you’re stuck with me until then, love,” he mimics, and Matt rolls his eyes. And smiles.

***

The bitch took his Barcelona burger as soon as their order came.

“Jason, what the fuck, give it back to me, Jesus Christ,” Matt groans, whilst the boy next to him shakes his head unapologetically.

“Stop nagging, you knew it was going to happen sooner or later.”

“What? Having to tolerate Satan itself till seven pm?”

And Jason starts laughing, like, properly laughing, with his head thrown back and crinkles by his eyes visible. Not as adorable as it could’ve been when your burger dreams are fading right in front of you. But still kind of nice to see.

“No, I mean trying a new burger. Come on, I’m sure it’s actually better than Barcelona.”

“You can have it,” Matt grabs the plate with both hands and puts it in front of Jason. “There, bon appetite, now give me my—”

“You know what, we’ll share.”

“Oh god.”

“Yeah, you’re eating the half of Sicilia and then you’ll have your precious Barcelona half, deal?”

“No, not deal, you don’t even have money to fucking pay for this.”

“I’ll pay you as soon as my car arrives, with my wallet and stuff, besides, you brought me here, you initiated this, so the gentleman pays, asshole,” Jason’s clearly having the time of his life right now, and for some reasons unknown to humanity, Matt prefers this, not gone with clearly not that bright thoughts Jason.

“I’m not a gentleman, you fucker—”

“Well I’m clearly less a gentleman than you are, so shut up and eat the burger while it’s hot.”

It’s actually enough for Jason to just look directly into Matt’s eyes to make him take the burger in his hands. One poise, domineering look of dark brown eyes — and Matt just obeys, biting the bloody burger.

And if likes Sicilia more than Barcelona, well. Jason doesn’t need to know.

***

It’s 6th of October, the birthday of this shithole Matt works at. Not exactly a shithole actually, but sometimes there’s nothing but shit going on here. Sometimes Matt thinks it’s too adult for him, but then he’s just too exhausted to expand this thought.

He’s on the twenty eighth, the last floor of their building, in a group of people he couldn’t give less fucks about. Like, they talk about work, even when there’s free booze all around and each of them knows for sure no one wants to talk about the rises and the falls of the week. But they still do.

That’s why he’s staring at the window. He loves this floor, because it’s actually a very elegantly designed restaurant, with giant windows for walls and tender creamy lights, making people’s faces look prettier than they are. And the city is there, this endless metallic city, with towers and bridges, lights and tabloids, constellations of people and tragically lonely wolves wandering around. Matt canot really see the sky, because of the light’s reflections on the windows, but he sees himself, his bored and annoyed self, in a crisp white shirt, and navy-blue suite. He wants to take these clothes off, grab a can of beer and throw himself at one of these sofas just in his boxers and watch America’s Next Top Model.

He swallows two glasses of pink champagne and goes to the bar for ridiculously sweet screwdriver; sweet, but not schmaltzy. Matt’s definitely feeling buzzy by 10pm, when they start serving fish délicatesses. He hates fish.

And also public bathrooms. But moreover, public bathrooms with no music playing. And thank god, neither of those things he has to experience this night. The bathrooms are still kind of public, but fancy-public, with little bouquets of lavender by the sink and four clean towels, just like at Matt’s mom’s bathroom. And the soap is pink, with little pieces of chai roses.

There’s fucking Jason standing in front of the bathroom door when Matt opens it. His eyes go wide for a second.

“Don’t even pretend to be shocked, you knew we would meet, we always meet,” Matt says sardonically.

“Um, for the record, I was watching your tormented breakdown for twenty minutes, so yea, I knew we would meet. I’m shocked that you’re still alive and didn’t actually hang yourself in the bathroom.”

“My…my breakdown?”

“You looked really pathetic standing by the window a couple of minutes ago. Pathetic, noble and mentally destructed.”

“So you worry about me.”

Jason is frozen for literally half of a second. Then, he raises his eyebrows high, blinks so bitchily that Matt feels as if he’s just been bloody read, and huffs with the grace of Mean Girls.

“I was worried that if you die there will be no one left to buy me a drink, so yeah, I was, darling.”

“Wowowow, so I have to buy you a drink now? Interesting,” Matt chuckles and leans on the door frame.

“Everyone here knows me. No one’s going to let me drink,” the boy rolls his eyes and crosses his arms on his chest.

“How old are you? Fifteen?”

“I’m nineteen, asshole, just get me a drink, you don’t even have to buy it, all the booze’s on my mom,” Matt could swear, he has never ever known a creature meaner in his life.

“Don’t get drunk too fast, kid.”

He earns one more heartwarming eyeroll.

***

To Matt’s surprise, Jason takes him to the back staircase. They have a bottle of champagne and two glasses (Matt really shouldn’t have drunk one more screwdriver), and now the noises and talks and music is gone — just the two of them sitting on the stairs.

“I’m actually a bit confused that you didn’t stay there.”

Jason exhales the smoke with his pouty lips and turns his face to Matt.

“Why?”

“I don’t know. I thought you’d talk to all these models and people and Santino…ah, fuck.”

“Dot get drunk too fast, huh?” the boy smirks.

“Shut up, I’m not drunk.”

“Well, I’m not a model. And not one of "all those people”.

“I thought you were.”

“I’m not. I’m a dancer.”

“A dancer?”

“A ballet dancer.”

“Dude.”

Jason laughs and takes a sip of champagne.

“Uh-huh.”

“Where did you go with your mother that day we met at the parking lot?”

“The premiere of Swan Lake.”

“You…you’re taking part in Swan Lake?”

The boy nods with a little smile, watching Matt, clearly amused.

“And who’s your character?”

“The evil magician.”

“The Rothbart one?”

It’s Jason’s turn to be surprised. His eyebrows fly high again, but not in a teasing way.

“I’m impressed, Matthew. You’re not just one of those who watched "The Balck Swan”, yeah?“

"I didn’t like it. I like the story of Odette more than Natalie Portman going crazy over some role.”

Jason’s laughter light up the whole empty space of twenty eight flights.

“Same, darling, same.”

“I think you’d do a great Rothbart.”

“I think it’s my nose.”

“Your nose?”

“Yea. It’s huge. And, like, aquiline a bit. Ugly, but Rothbart.”

“You think your nose is ugly?”

For the first time in the history of their meetings, Jason looks a bit unsure. He shrugs a little.

“I like your nose.”

“Matthew, honey, right now you’d like anything,” Jason licks his lips and lights up another cigarette.

“Okay, maybe you’re right,” Matt watches Jason exhale. “But tomorrow I’ll be sober and I’ll still like your nose,” he shrugs and takes the bottle.

There is silence after that. It makes Matt look at Jason again just to find the boy watching him, head pressed to the wall, smoky haze filling up the air slowly.

“Why do you work here?”

“Excuse me?”

“You don’t like these people. You don’t fit in. You’re different. There are people like you, you’re not the only one, but they have some reasons I at least can figure out. And yours…I think I might have an idea, but nevertheless. Why do you work here?”

“What’s the idea?”

“I asked first.”

“I’m drunk.”

“You said you were not.”

Matt glares at him and daringly swallows his whole glass of champagne in two seconds. He wrinkles his nose a bit and puts the glass on a stair.

“Well I am now.”

Jason slowly shakes his head and rolls his eyes with a smile.

“So what’s the idea?”

“You’re a coward.”

“Explain.”

“It’s the same thing with the Barcelona burger. Like, you tried it once and you liked it and it’s enough for you, you’re satisfied. You don’t try anything else, even if you’re like, tired of it, you’re scared that you won’t like any other burger. Well, yea, I mean, it’s possible, lots of things don’t work out and we have to search more, but you’re not even twenty five, you’ve just finished uni, you already have a year of practice here and it would be an honor for any other company to have you for an employee, like, you have so much potential and ideas and you’re so fucking smart, yet you’re stuck here, because, like, why? It pays well and everyone loves you and you don’t have to put much effort here. It really would be enough for someone who’s fourth years old. But you’re done here, this step is completed, go higher, you have to go higher. You’re meant to be higher.”

Silence, again. Matt wants do dissolve in these walls, cigarette smoke and Jason’s voice. He doesn’t want to think, he doesn’t want to move, his head is so hard, but it’s numb, it’s fucking empty at the same time.

“I feel so wasted right now.”

Great. And his voice sounds like fourteen years old girl’s after she found out Zayn had left the band.

“I’ll make sure you’re home safe if you let me stay at yours this night.

The boy’s…bizarre.

"I…I don’t understand this, but…sure, I guess?”

“You have no choice anyway.”

“We always have a choice.”

“I enjoy this fake-deep conversation in a very odd way, you know.”

“I bet we look so dramatic and artsy.”

Jason laughs quietly.

“I think so too.”

***

Matt is a lucky motherfucker not only because he never sweats, but because he’s also never hungover. So when he wakes up in the morning, feeling pretty much fine, he thanks god for the millionth time for this gift.

He feels the familiar warmth of Honey lying next to him and turns to be greeted with her wet black nose and rough pink tongue.

Although…wait. Matt frowns a little, feeling that her paws are wet as well. He quickly sits in his bed and takes them in his hands, because she easily could just break a plate or a glass and hurt herself…but her paws are fine, wet as if they’ve just been washed, and…and they smell like his shampoo.

Jason.

Matt briefly remembers hearing the door closing a while ago, twice, and that means…that means Jason walked with his dog.

It’s almost one pm.

He remembers waiting for the taxi and the feeling of Jason’s shoulder under his cheek in the backseat. He remembers Jason’s hands on his waist and his voice asking for permission to borrow a tee shirt and sheets. And he remembers the glass of water Jason made him drink before closing his eyes.

No one’s there in the sitting room when Matt enters it with Honey pressed to his chest. Two towels, pillows and sheets are carefully folded up on the couch, a cup, a plate and a spoon are in the sink. Honey licks his nose happily and makes him turn his face to her, a little frustrated.

He knows he has a lot of things to think of. He has always had them, this particular subject, but Matt is one of those people who needs people like Jason to tell him everything right in the face. He prefers to be blind until someone wipes the glass in front of him. And he couldn’t be more thankful for that.

The only thing that breaks Matt a little bit in this morning is that Jason has left no note. He shouldn’t have, for sure, he’s done more than Matt could even expect, no one has never walked his dog in the morning, but. Like.

That’s stupid.

And people do think stupid sometimes.

***

“So are you, uh, dating Jason?” Santino asks Matt on Monday morning, causing him to choke on his coffee.

“What.”

The man shrugs and keeps looking at the papers in his hand, clearly trying to show how little does he care. Of course.

“You two were hanging out on Friday night together, and then that time he came here to pick you up after work…”

“We’re not dating.”

“Oh. I see. He’s pretty hot, innit?” he smirks and winks filthily. What the fuck.

This whole dialogue left Matt tensed for hours after that. No, of course he’s not dating Jason, not even close, but the thing is, Matt suddenly finds himself clearly not in favour of Santino showing interest to that curly-haired menace. He remembers how annoyed and tensed Jason was that day Santino asked him out, and for sure he doesn’t know what is going on between them, but on Tuesday Matt finds himself in front of Isabelle’s office with the stupidest thought in his head: he has to tell Jason. And to make it work he’ll ask his mother for his phone number, yeah, thank you very much.

He hasn’t come up with a not-creepy explanation of why he needs his CEO’s son’s number yet and he has no idea what he’s going to say when Isabelle looks up at Matt like there’s clearly something wrong with him, but he has to do that.

People also do act stupid sometimes.

His whole plan is ruined when Isabelle’s secretary nicely informs Matt that she’s in Chicago. He doesn’t know what to do now. He doesn’t want Jason to be bothered by Santino, moreover, he doesn’t want Jason to be one of many guys Santino’s had.

God help Matt, bless his little trembling heart. Little trembling jealous heart.

***

Despite all the what-the-fuck-are-you-doings and this-is-the-most-embarrassing-shit-you’ve-ever-been-up-tos, Matt takes his seat in the second row, right in the middle of it. He doesn’t know if it’s god who helps him, or he’s really that kind of really bloody lucky motherfucker, or both, but he, for almost the first time in the history of Matthew Lent, didn’t leave everything for the last moment and bought the ticket a week ago, because when he opened the theater’s website yesterday to check up the address, all the seats were taken. They perform twice a month, have been doing Swan Lake for about five months now, and the show is still really demanded by the public.

Matt has no idea if he’ll be able to catch Jason after the ending. He has no idea if Santino has already got to him. He also can’t predict Jason’s reaction. But he’s doing something, it’s really a lot, because, despite his success at work, Matt is still the best at doing only one thing in his life — nothing.

He does nothing. He’s a coward. He’s lazy. He’s not interested most of the time.

And that’s different, for unknown reasons. Maybe because Jason is different. Maybe because of magnetic fields and stuff. A shit ton of explanations.

But there’s no room left for them when he sees the tall shape of Jason on the scene, dressed in dark blue tight costume, showing his slim elegant body that is totally, absolutely flawless. The music is loud and sublime, the lights turn soft and kind of silky, everything works for that boy there, getting Matt mesmerized, breathless. He forgets where he is, he forgets the main purpose of this night, he’s just there, in front of a work of art moving fast and slow at the same time, making everyone feel like the whole world stopped for a while to admire this one creature.

He’s superlunary.

***

It’s cold as fuck outsides. Matt has no idea what he was thinking about, but he’s too exhausted to go home. He wanted to buy flowers in the nearest flower shop, but it was really late and all he got was a little pot of violets. And now there’s a chance that they fucking die before Jason shows up. If he ever shows up, actually, because maybe there is an other door for dancers and staff.

Fifteen minutes to eleven. Ten. Seven. Four. It’s eleven pm. The only thing keeping him waiting is Odette and some other dancers, Matt saw them walking out of the building. He feels stupid. He knows he’ll feel even more stupid anyways: either he’ll meet Jason or he won’t.

His hands are burning and so are his cheeks. The coat keeps his body warm, yeah, but not his toes that he’ll probably have to amputate — Matt stopped feeling them ten minutes ago.

He feels vibration in his pocket. For a half of a second he thinks, maybe it’s Jason, but Jason doesn’t have his phone number. And why would he call him now, Jesus Christ.

It’s Matt’s mom. He taps on the green circle, and a very familiar warmth starts creeping up from his chest after his mom’s “Hello, sugar!”.

“Hi, mom. Sup?”

“Nothing particular, just checking out,” the woman talks with a smile in her voice. “What are you up to? You’re outsides?”

“Yeah, waiting for a friend,” Matt says, looking up at the doors.

“Someone special?” she asks teasingly.

“No, just a friend.”

Liar.

“Don’t worry, sugar, you’ll find so—”

“Mom.”

“Alright-alright, big boy. By the way, are you planning to come home for Christmas? We’ve all missed you loads.”

“Yeah, for sure I’ll come, no way I’m missing you’re pudding and—”

“What was that, honey?”

“No, nothing, it’s just, my friend is here.”

He’s really here, enters the street and makes Matt’s heart pound so hard he feels it on the tips of his fingers.

And he’s with someone else. Some guy telling him something and making the boy smile. Boom.

There was no way people like Jason are single.

“Oh alright then, I’ll call you—”

“No, I denoted,” Matt quickly turns his back to the theater and looks at the violet in his hand. “Keep talking,” because you’re the only reason I’ll be fine tonight.

“Matty, what’s happening?”

“Where?” playing dumb is also on the list of things Matt does the best.

“Matt.”

“What?”

“What is going on?”

“Mom, I was wrong, it wasn’t my friend, it’s crowded here, I’m not wearing contacts, what do you want from me?”

“Why are you not wearing your glasses?”

“I forgot them at home.”

“Don’t tell me you were driving without you contacts.”

“I was not driving, I took the train. My friend lives far and I was tired.”

“Where are you two going all tired and at eleven in the evening?”

Oh for fuck’s sake.

“There’s kind of a performance downtown, you know? Like Marina Abramovic kind of stuff, it starts in an hour.”

“Wow, sounds great! Will you manage wake up tomorrow?”

Matt chuckles a bit.

“Yeah, I have a meeting at eleven am, it’s fine.”

“Okay, sugar, take care! Waiting you for Christmas. And don’t forget Honey!”

“I won’t mom, see you later. Bye.”

“You did it so good I almost believed you.”

Matt is one hundred percent sure his heart just missed a beat. He feels a hand on his arm, making him turn slowly. Every lie he just keeps coming up with in his head sounds ridiculous. What he told his mom was also ridiculous, starting from the part where he’s not wearing contacts (he’s basically blind without them or glasses), but she ate it up, she always does. And Jason, who’s not smiling or smirking, just staring at Matt with his big shiny eyes, he’s not his mom. He radiates warmth, his cheeks are blossoming from the cold, curls framing his pale face with same unreadable expressions on it.

“Hey,” he says quietly, not even blinking.

“Hi.”

“You’re cold.”

“You were busy.”

“Saying goodbye to my best friend after the show.”

Matt feels his ears burning. Not from the icy air around.

“I’m speechless.”

“Me too.”

“Why?”

“You’re first.”

Jason smiles. Smiles. Not smirks. Or rolls his eyes.

“You’re the last person I expected to see here. Ever.”

“I had to talk to you. I tried to ask you mom for your phone number, but she was in Chicago.”

“What did you want to talk about?”

“Santino was hitting on you and I thought I had to warn you.”

“Warn me?”

Matt hates himself so much right now. He knows his face is pomegranate-coloured, from the elbow to his neck.

“He’s an asshole.”

“I had a crush on him for two years.”

Boom.

“And then I realized I was too good for him.”

That’s something Matt has never thought he’d hear from a nineteen years old guy.

“Everyone wants Santino.”

“I’m not everyone.”

“I know.”

“I’ve never been given flowers after the show, you know.”

Matt looks at the little ugly pot of violets in his hand.

“I wanted to buy a bouquet of something white, but they ran out of flowers in the evening. And I got this.”

“Something white.”

“Yeah.”

“That’s awkward.”

“Thank you very much, very nice of you, you know.”

Jason carefully takes the pot from Matt’s hand.

“Oh my god, your hand is fucking red.”

“That sucks,” Matt shrugs and almost puts his hand in his pocket, but Jason’s warm fingers stop him.

He doesn’t feel the electricity or fire or butterflies. He feels warmth, like liquid, like butter or honey crawling down his spine. And of course it’s Jason who leans in and captures his lips between his own, because Matt is a coward and he’s ridiculous and stupid and, and, and. But he feels the heat of Jason’s mouth, his fingers holding the fingers of Matt’s, his breath that smells like cigarette smoke. And oh god. He finally realizes that he’s falling so fucking hard.

***

He’s quit the job after finding a much better place — some controversial website with 70s theme and 90s Kate Moss for an idol. They also print 6900 copies of their shit once in six months and sell it for fifty bucks per exemplar. Everyone eats it up because it’s fucking sick. He also has bought about thirteen or fourteen everyday tee shirts. Finally placed all his X-men comics in the right order. Stopped using contacts. He drinks more milkshakes than beer. Smokes more. Meets new people and explores new places. Has watched a shit ton of movies he had to watch, the whole list of them in his notes is full of ✖️emojis. Oh. And he tried all the burgers and all the soups, salads and desserts in Mile’s.

Because of fucking Jason.

The boy who spends most of his mom’s money on cigarettes.

Matt knows his haircare routine — nothing but organic shampoo. No conditioners, masks, no balsams. Just shampoo. And love. He knows that he listens to Beethoven and girlsbands. And that it’s impossible to hear him walking at home — he’s noiseless. Literally. He knows what it feels like to have Jason inside him. Both physically and mentally. He knows that Jason doesn’t have a lot of friends and Odette and Odile and the others don’t like him, they really don’t like him. Matt knows that Jason doesn’t care, like, he really doesn’t, because he’s younger than all of them and still a better dancer. They have that pot of violets in Matt’s kitchen, because Jason spends more time at his than at his mom’s now. They bloom a lot. They are pretty. Jason likes violets. So does Matt now. He would never had guessed that he’d love violets the most.

Because of fucking Jason.