#which yeah. fair. but look at how much i wore and wear it

[sleepyparalysisdmon]

I saw this and thought of you

An Ah! Love one shot in which Jeonghan gets a little gift for Y/N. 

Requested? Yes!

Genre: just a massive amount of fluff. I am so soft for this couple.

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: You definitely don’t have to read Ah! Love to enjoy this, but if you would like the full context, you can find it here. Fair warning, the word count got away from me a bit...

Jeonghan is in the bathroom brushing his teeth when he hears Y/N huff. It’s loud enough to be heard over the scrubbing of the tooth brush in his mouth and he peeks his head out. He hasn’t live with Y/N officially for very long, but it also didn’t take long to do so once finally getting together. He’d kind of already lived a lifetime just trying to figure out how to get here and he felt a ton of relief in being able to say that he’s in a shared bathroom, next to a shared bedroom, in a shared apartment. He liked sharing things with Y/N. Loved it even. 

“What’s wrong, baby?” He says through the tooth paste, careful not to dribble any on his shirt since he’s already dressed for work. 

Y/N is digging through her side of the closet, tossing shoes around. “Can’t find any shoes to wear with this.” 

He dips into the bathroom to finish brushing his teeth before stepping out and giving Y/N a once over (or maybe a few times over) and finally says, “Boots? It’s getting kind of cold, after all.”

“Eh,” Y/N groans. “You're right, but I have to be on my feet a lot today. They won’t be very comfortable.”

“Oh. Well, then just wear your chucks. They’ll look fine with that,” he reassures. He thinks she could pull off a trash bag, much less sneakers and dress clothes.

“Can’t,” Y/N laments. “They ripped last week. Badly.” She pulls out another pair of sneakers, though far less loved than the aforementioned chucks that she's in mourning for. “Will this look okay?”

He nods, because really, what’s the difference between one pair of black sneakers over another at the end of the day? Her expression tells him there is most certainly a difference. “That’s tragic,” he says genuinely. “We’ll need to get you another pair.”

“Oh, yeah. But maybe next month,” Y/N says. Money is not exactly free-flowing for two grad students working entry level jobs and trying to afford an apartment in a major city. They’ve made it work, but he knows she’s aggressively penny pinching and will probably continue to for the foreseeable future. “Anyway, they were like ten years old. An incredibly long life for a pair of shoes I wore nearly every day.”

“Chan will be devastated. He puked on those. They were special.”

Y/N bursts into giggles, pelting a pair of socks at him. “You have no idea how gross that was! Wonwoo and I both almost threw up ourselves as a result of trying to clean that up.” 

Jeonghan giggles too, returning the socks and kissing her. “Oh, I have no doubt. I had to take care of him that night, remember? I pretended he didn't exist for a week afterwards.” One more kiss to her lips and he finally sighs. “Don’t be late, I’ll see you later.”

“Love you!” 

His heart still races a little hearing her say that so freely like it's an old habit, but he really, genuinely doesn’t have time to run back and kiss her again, so he yells, “Love you too!” on the way out of the room. He'll make up for it by smothering her with affection when he gets home later.

~

A few weeks later, he meets Seungcheol for lunch. They both work around the block from each other and regularly meet like this, mostly as a way to avoid the awkward lunch conversation with coworkers in their respective break rooms. It's also becoming harder to coordinate time to hang out now that their worlds center around a pesky little thing called full-time employment. Thankful as he is for it, he misses his friends.

They’re walking back from lunch when they pass a store and something catches his eye in the window. Jeonghan stalls out and Seungcheol raises an eyebrow. 

“Are you shopping for you?” 

Jeonghan elbows him in the ribs. “No, dumbass. Who do you think it would be for?”

“I know, I’m just messing with you,” he admits with a smile. “Her birthday is coming up, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, but… you know how she is about gifts,” Jeonghan trails off. Outside of a single gift exchange for Christmas last year, gifts are just not something that the two of them do. Some couples do all of the gifts - birthdays, major holidays, and just because. He doesn’t know if Y/N will ever be that kind of person, no matter how much he’d like to spoil her. It’s equally endearing and frustrating how non-materialistic she is.

Seungcheol’s shrugging. "You've mentioned it… but this one is functional. She’ll use the shit out of this.”

It’s like a lightbulb goes off above Jeonghan’s head. Seungcheol’s absolutely right and Jeonghan has no idea why he’s hesitated outside of this store for so long. “You won’t hear me say this often, but you’re right,” he tells his friend. “You can go on if you want, I’m going inside.”

Seungcheol waves him off, saying he needs to get back to the office anyway. 

~

Y/N’s birthday dinner is chaotic. Somehow, everyone managed to make themselves available. Seokmin even came into town to visit specifically for this. This dinner is at the tail end of a particularly hellish week for Y/N in grad school - one filled with a few all-nighters and presentations - in addition to working her normal hours at her full-time job. Jeonghan can see she’s burnt the candle at both ends and she doesn’t want to say anything to ruin the celebration, but Jeonghan will. He makes an excuse that it’s his turn with the birthday girl and lets them take it however they want as he guides her out of the restaurant. He expects the group to go bar hopping anyway, something that he knows Y/N would bail on in a split second.

In the car, he buckles her in, patting her thigh lovingly. “You did good, baby,” he praises, knowing how reluctant she was to show up to her own birthday dinner. She loves her friends and would never dream of disappointing them, but loathes that kind of attention being on her.

Y/N gives him a weak smile, “Thanks. And thanks for the escape route, even if it was kind of suggestive.” 

Jeonghan laughs. “It doesn’t have to be suggestive, but it could be. That’s up to the birthday girl.”

He helps her peel off her shoes at the door and they both change into pajamas, piling up on the couch. He knows this is how she really wanted to spend her birthday, so he puts on the show that they’ve been binging and lets her cuddle into his side. 

“Hey,” he pats her thigh eventually to get her attention, but he ends up waking her. She blinks up at him sleepily. “I got you something, but you can’t be mad, okay?”

Y/N frowns. “Hannie, no. You know I don’t need anything.” Despite the protest, he’s getting up to pull a box from a hiding place in the hall closet. 

“Open it. If you still think it’s unnecessary, I’ll return it,” he promises, placing the box in her lap. She sighs, resigned, and rips the wrapping paper, scoffing when she sees the logo on the box. 

“Hannie, you didn’t have to do this. I would have gotten another pair myself eventually,” Y/N scolds, hands brushing across the top of the box of chucks. 

“I know, but I beat you to it. Take a look,” Jeonghan gestures.

Y/N looks at him, perplexed. “Aren’t they just black?” She doesn’t really wait for an answer, curiosity getting the best of her. Her jaw drops and she pulls out a glittery pair of black chucks. “No way,” she starts in disbelief. “No way!” This one is a little choked and he watches as she tears up. 

“I couldn’t help it. I saw it and thought of you. You know I’ll always feed both your chuck habit and your glitter habit.”

Y/N puts the shoe back in the box, hands covering her face as her shoulders shake a little bit. He wraps her up in a tight hug. “Is this a good cry or a bad cry?” He asks, mostly because this happens so rarely that he’s not sure. He can count on one hand the times that he’s seen her cry, and she’s usually quick about wiping her eyes and moving past it. He likes that she's tough like that, admires it even, but also likes that she'll let her guard down like this in front of him. Like he's a safe place.

“Good,” Y/N answers, voice jagged. “It’s nice. Thank you, Hannie. I like that you see me. Really see me, you know?”

Jeonghan does. He’s always felt that way about her. When he met her nearly a year and a half ago, he was totally unnerved by how she saw right through him, but now he loves it. He wants her to know that he’s trying to get her the same way she gets him. 

“So, I don’t have to return them?” He asks with a hesitant smile, though he thinks he knows the answer already. 

Y/N gives a watery laugh, wiping her eyes. “No, you don’t. I’ll keep these. You’ll never be able to take it from me.”

“At least not for another decade,” Jeonghan muses. “I’ll find you another pair then.” He hopes her heart is even half as full as his is. 

[lovphobic]

honestly i wonder how the person who drew the art on my fn/af mangle redbubble shirt is doing. sleep easy knowing that is one of my favorite shirts stranger

[navierae]

Because I Missed You

CHARACTERS: James Potter x Reader Summary: An unexpected reunion with your old friends from Hogwarts causes your once buried feelings for the spectacled boy to resurface unexpectedly. a/n: bye this is my first time writing this long and for James Potter no less BUT WHO WOULDNT AM I RIGHT. anyway i hope you guys enjoy! likes, comments, feedbacks and reblogs are highly appreciated !! wc: 2.3k

“It’s the same old feeling back again, it’s the one they had way back when they were too young to know when love is real.”

“That would be $23.45.”

“Hold on,” I open my wallet to take the exact amount out and hand it over to the cashier, making sure that nothing falls, “Here you go.”

“I received the exact amount.” The cashier says, counting how much I gave before putting it in the register and handing over my receipt, “Come again.”

“Thank you.” I take the paper bag containing my groceries, trying to hide how I was slightly struggling with carrying it, my arm strength was something that I was never proud of, makes me glad that I use a wand for self-defense instead of my fists when need be.

I step out of the grocery store and start my journey back to the small apartment I know a few blocks away. It's been a few years since I graduated from Hogwarts, and a few months since I decided to live amongst the muggles. After that incident during 7th year, I thought it was in my best interest to distance myself from anyone who knows me or could possibly recognize me. Though I still keep in touch with some of them, namely Lily Evans, and to be fair, she's really the only I still talk to that has any relation to the wizarding world.

I make it halfway to my apartment when I spot the cafe I frequent during my free time. I need a break, I think to myself as I feel the dull ache in my arms starting to form from carrying my grocery bags. I push the cafe doors open, the smell of coffee and pastries immediately greeting me, as well as the sound of customers talking. My eyes scan the menu, trying to find something I have yet to order, before settling on the Jasmine tea and blueberry muffin. Turns out I'm not in the mood to try something new today.

I go to stand in line behind a group of men who seem to be my age, they're a bit loud if you ask me. Okay, scratch that, they're loud. A guy with the black hair is laughing loudly, and the brunette is pushing him by the shoulder, and the last guy is just looking away. I sigh, looking to the side, trying not to pay attention to them. Just order, pay, wait for it, eat, and then go ho-

“Y/n?”

What. I look back at the front to see who called me, the black haired guy now facing me, I quickly glance at his whole being before focusing on his face. There's no mistaking it, even after all these years, how can I forget him?

“Sirius?” I ask, eyes wide in shock, I didn't expect to see him here. What was he doing here? Wait, if he's here, then the other two are-

“Prongs, Moony, I told you it's y/n!” Sirius taps both of them on the shoulder with a grin on his face, they both turn around with shocked faces mirroring mine. “It’s so good to see you again, y/n! It's been a while hasn't it?” 

I nod with an unsure smile on my face, “Yeah, it has.” I look over them one by one, to see what had changed since the last time I saw them, which was at least three or four years ago now. Remus, who's smiling at me, and Sirius both hadn't changed much, except for the fact that Sirius’ hair is much longer and Remus sporting some scars that weren't there the last time I saw him.

And James… I turn to James and see him wearing the same glasses he wore back then, and the same boyish grin he gave everyone he would come across. His face had a shocked expression on before our eyes met, it turned into one with an awkward smile as he tried to mask whatever he was feeling at the moment. Disgust and the urge to leave as quickly as possible I assume. 

He opens his mouth to say something when the girl at the counter calls out the next customer, making him turn around along with Remus and Sirius, to give their orders. I stare at their backs, their voices mixing into the background, who would've thought I would run into them here out of all places? 

I focus my attention on them as they finish ordering with James paying and leaving to find a seat first, Sirius and Remus face me with hopeful smiles on their faces. “Are you busy? We were hoping we could catch up for a bit, who knows when we would see each other after this?” Remus asks, nodding his head to the direction where James went, eager to hear my answer. 

…That shouldn't be too bad right? Just a quick catch up then we'll be in our separate ways after this. I nod at them, their smiles growing as they leave to follow James. I step forward and dictate my order while reaching for my wallet, the girl behind the register stops me as I hand over the amount needed. 

“Oh, no need to pay, one of the guys before you offered to pay for whatever you would order.” I furrow my eyebrows before thanking her and walking away to where the boys were seated. “You didn't need to pay for me.” I say as I approached their table, James looks up from their conversation and makes eye contact.

“I know, but I wanted to.” He says smiling, not breaking eye contact, as if daring me to go against him. I stayed silent and stared at him for a few seconds, before saying thanks and sat down at the unoccupied seat. Which was, unfortunately, next to James. The table goes quiet, a somewhat awkward silence falling on us. I busy myself by playing with my fingers under the table and staring at the pattern of the table, when Sirius speaks up.

“So… how have you been y/n? No one has really heard from you since we graduated a few years back.” I look up and see all of them staring at me, the sight taking me back to Hogwarts, where they would be looking at me while listening to me rambling about my day. The only difference was we had grown older, our faces slowly losing our teenage features, being replaced with signs of aging.

I tap my fingers on the tabletop, following the rhythm of the music played by the cafe, wondering where and what to start with. I take a deep breath and open my mouth, deciding to say whatever I think about first.

“I’ve been doing pretty well, you know, with adjusting to living amongst the muggles and living life the way they do.” Smiling, I waited for them to answer after I asked the same question. Sirius says he’s been the lead singer for one of the muggle bands he joined, and that the band had a gig nearby. That explains why they were here in the first place, what were the chances that they would be at this particular cafe out of the numerous other ones that are spread around this town? 

Remus talks about how he became a professor at Hogwarts for Defense Against the Dark Arts, and shared how he would see Severus Snape from time to time and exchange glaring glances at one another. Our conversation was interrupted by our orders getting called to be picked up at the counter. I was about to stand up when a hand was placed on my shoulder, stopping me in place, his hand searing. 

“I’ll get it.” 

He said, smiling at me as he stood up, before walking off. The warmth from his hand had gone cold too quickly, taking it with him, it had only been a few seconds but I was starting to miss it- 

Stop that. Stop that right now. 

My eyes widened as I realized the words that had gone through my mind, that was a highly inappropriate thought about someone, your ex-boyfriend no less. I shake my head and put my focus back on Sirius and Remus in front of me, about to tell Remus to continue his stories while waiting for James to come back, which shouldn’t take him too long. But their eyes were somewhere else, I followed their gaze and saw James talking to a girl our age, well more like the girl was talking to James as he was trying to get our order. We were too far from the counter to hear what it was they were talking about, but judging from how the girl was looking him up and down, I was certain it was flirty remarks disguised as a casual conversation. 

“Ohoho, seems like Prongs has another one trying to get his number, huh Moony? Isn’t she, like, the fifth one today?” Sirius laughs loudly as he swings an arm around Remus’ chair, leaning forward to get a better view of what was happening, the latter just sighs and shakes his head. “Don’t forget to mention that it's only our second day here, and she’s the fifteenth one since yesterday. And I’m pretty sure they all tried to ask him on a date as well.” 

“All tried to ask him on a date”? Did he accept any of those offers? I mean, he doesn’t have a reason to not give one of them a shot, especially if they’re extremely attractive like that girl he’s talking to right now. Makes me wonder how many people asked him out the past few years. Wait, is he even seeing someone right now-

“y/n, stop staring at him so hard, you might burn a hole through him.” I snap out of my train of thought as Sirius taps the space in front of my hand, catching my attention. “You look like how you did when other people asked him out to the yule ball back at hogwarts.” He continued while laughing, my face falling at his comment. Had I been actually…? 

Remus gets startled as he notices the change in my facial expression, he slaps Sirius at his arm while telling him to cut it out, the latter letting out a small yelp at the impact. Remus turns to face me again, slightly hesitating, the next words that came out of his mouth made me grab my things and stand up. 

“But… Do you still like him, y/n?” 

“I’m leaving, it was good to see you guys.” I say as I start heading towards the door, making Remus and Sirius stand up while calling after me. 

Did I actually still like him, even after having no-contact for years? The question remained in my mind as I walked out of the cafe, missing the way James’ expression turned into one of panic when he spotted me going out. Excusing himself from the (one-sided) conversation the girl was having with him and rushing after me, forgetting about the orders. I hear someone yelling out my name, but I pay it no mind, instead opting to yell back. “I have to go, sorry!” 

“y/n, wait a minute!” 

A hand wraps around my wrist, the one that wasn’t carrying anything but my purse, stopping me from going forwards. I turn back and see James panting a bit, his hair ruffled from running, small beads of sweat starting to drip down the sides of his forehead due to the heat of his jacket. We both stopped in the middle of the walkway, no one speaking, the only sounds that can be heard were from around us and his breaths, his hand still keeping me bound to where I stood. 

After catching his breath, he stands up straight, making eye contact with me. “Why’d you leave?” He asks, his eyes searching mine for an answer. I shift and look away, pursing my lips, unsure of what to answer.

“I have things to do.” 

“But your order?”

“I can live without it.” 

Silence falls on us again, my answers rendering him unable to keep the conversation going, and getting the answers that would satisfy his curiosity. I was about to pull my wrist out of his grip, and excuse myself to leave, when he spoke up again.

“I missed you.” I look back at him upon hearing his straight-forward statement. He had missed me? 

“...You did?” He nodded, not missing a beat. Everyday ever since you left he adds. I didn't speak after that,I wasn’t about to let him know that I was the same as him, that there was also never a day that I never thought about him. 

“Can I have your number? So that we can hang out again after this, if you want?” 

“...Alright.” I nod and recite my telephone number, watching as he mouthed the numbers to remember, repeating it two more times. Cute. 

“I can, um, help you with that if you want? It's quite a lot.” He offers to carry some of my groceries, his head gesturing to the paper bags in my other arm. I shake my head, refusing his offer. 

“It’s fine, I can handle it. But, I really have to go now.” I tell him, turning my body away from him, taking my wrist out of his grip in the process. He wants to say something, but ultimately decides against it as he nods his head in understanding. 

“Okay… can we meet each other at this cafe tomorrow then?” He asks.

“I… don’t see why not. Sirius and Remus are also going to be there right?” 

He shakes his head. “No, just the two of us tomorrow.”

I furrow my eyebrows at his answer. Don’t assume things, y/n, ask him why first before you get ahead of yourself.

“Why?”

“Because I missed you.”

[cosyvelvetorchid]

Ummm..how about something fluffy with the word socks. ❤️

Thanks for the cute prompt 🩶

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Tommy, unsurprisingly, wasn’t exactly the most cooperative patient. He hated having to rely on others to take care of him. Especially Evan. Their relationship was still fairly new—3 months—and he didn’t fair for him to have to play nursemaid to Tommy.

But then Tommy fell out of—well, blown out of by an exploding stove —a 1st floor window and sustained a nasty concussion and a body full of bruises. The doctors had insisted on keeping him in hospital (jail) for 2 or 3 days. He’d managed to barter for time off his sentence if he promised to take at least 2 weeks off work and they agreed to keep him in for only one night.

After Evan had been convinced that Tommy wasn’t actually going to die—at least not tonight—and he could go home, he reluctantly—after begrudgingly peeling himself from Tommys body—left.

Tommy settled into his bed and after not finding anything interesting to watch on the TV hanging from corner, he ended up mindlessly watching a shopping channel. Just as he was beginning to believe that actually he did need a set of 15 cooking pans despite barely being able to make anything more complicated than a chilli, the door to his hospital room opened.

“Evan.” He whined. “I told you to go home.”

“I know, I know, and I will. I just wanted to go by your place first and pick you up a few things.” He said lifting the backpack from his shoulder and placing it on the bed

“You didn’t need to do that, babe.”

“I know. But I know how much you hate being in hospital so I thought I’d bring you some home comforts.” He unzipped the bag and began pulling things out before Tommy had the chance to argue.

“I got the basics—toothbrush, deodorant, fresh underwear, and a change of clothes for when they discharge you tomorrow. I gotcha a hoodie in case you get cold-“ Tommy couldn’t fail to notice it was one of Evan’s ones—the light blue one he’d worn when Maddie and Howie got married. He chose to not mention it—he knew he’d fall asleep in his hospital bed with his face snuggled into it. “The book you’re in the middle of reading and ooh-“ He looked around to make sure nobody nurses were around “-I’ve hidden a bag of those chocolate covered raisins you like at the bottom of the bag.”

Tommy was a little annoyed that Evan had gone out of his way to do this, but he couldn’t deny the adoring look on Evan’s face when he was trying to take care of him. Tommy could argue the point and tell it wasn’t necessary, but Evan seemed so genuinely happy to share this small act of kindness, he couldn’t take that away from him.

“Thank you, babe. I appreciate it.” He reached into the bag to snag the raisins and instead handled something soft. He pulled out a pair of thick black fluffy socks.

“Oh.” Evan said nervously. “I forgot I’d put them in there.”

“Socks?”

“Th-they’re my, uh.. magic socks.” He replied; a flush of embarrassment flushed across his cheeks. Tommy raised an eyebrow.

“Magic socks?”

“Y-yeah. Well, I mean.. that’s what Maddie used to call them when I-i was a kid. Whenever I was sick or hurt—which, you know, was a lot—she’d always patch me up and-and if I was upset she’d give me a pair of her fluffy socks to wear; said they were magic socks designed to make me feel better. Obviously, she was just trying to make me feel better and it was just the placebo effect, but whenever I wore them I did feel a little better. So I brought you mine to-“

“..to make me feel better.” Tommy finished. Tommy felt the fondness for his boyfriend thick in his throat. Nobody had ever cared enough about him to do something so little, yet so full of care. He’d never met anybody who so consistently showed him such affection. His insides—doing as they had continually done over the last 3 months—turned to goo at Evan’s loving gesture.

“I love you, Evan.”

They hadn’t said it yet. Tommy was sure he’d felt it within the first month but didn’t want to pressure Evan while he was the one setting the pace. But he couldn’t hold it in any longer. He needed Evan to know how much this gesture meant to him.

“It’s okay if you don’t-“

Evan stepped closer to the hospital bed and took Tommy’s face gently in his hands and kissed him. Just a few chaste kisses, but Tommy felt every tiniest bit of affection Evan had for him.

“I love you too..” he smiled softly, running a delicate hand through Tommys hair.

“Yeah?” He couldn’t help but grin.

“Yeah.” Evan nodded delivering another kiss.

“Good.” Tommy decided. “Will you do one thing for me?”

“Anything, Tommy.” He smiled.

“Go home!”

[princessbrunette]

stepbro!rafe with reader who prances around the house alwaaays braless n shes just oblivious on how that makes her big brother feel :(

i forgot if i have requested tbis or not, if i did u can ignore !! xx

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you were in your own home, of course you were gonna stroll around without a bra on. surely he couldn’t expect you to wear one all the time, especially when you and rafe were often left to your own devices at tannyhill— growing comfortable enough together for you to assumably not have to worry about that kind of thing.

it started off just going braless beneath big sleep shirts when you walk around the kitchen in the morning — something that was pretty unnoticeable if you weren’t particularly looking and fairly appropriate to wear around the house. but you got comfortable, and apparently according to your lack of— must have burned all your bras over time or something. rafe started to notice your nipples peeking through little crop tops and baby tees, flashing him a cute smile as you’d pass him in the hallway which he’d barely catch because he was too focused on staring unabashedly at the way your tits would bounce with each step.

you’d even gone braless with a couple of tank tops, which would drive rafe up the wall, shaking his head at you in faux disgust which you wouldn’t even care for— thin material clinging to the shape of you, nipples practically piercing through the fabric.

it was one day you were prancing around cleaning the living room in a thin baby tee, braless, and tiny little booty shorts. rafe was feeling particularly high strung that day, and decided enough was enough.

“hey, come to my office okay? we need to talk.” was all he said before he marched off, expecting you to trail behind. you furrow your brows, setting down the duster you were using to swipe the dust from the shelves as you walked, no, bounced along behind him.

once you’re in there, he shuts the door and doesn’t give you much space to move about, standing directly infront of you.

“whats the matter, rafe?” your voice is high and worried, making him shift on his feet, licking his lips irritably.

“you know, i’m… i’m getting real tired of you not respecting me as a man, okay?” he rambles, eyeing you.

“what do you mean?”

“you really think this shit,” he plucks at your clothes, startling you. “is appropriate attire to walk around the house in? around your stepbrother?” he tilts his head, voice raising a little bit and you glance down at yourself, a flicker of shame behind those innocent eyes. he closes in on you, lowering his tone to a volume just above a whisper. “i’m a man okay? i have needs, and — and you are making it increasingly harder to ignore those needs. do you understand what i’m saying to you?” he grits his teeth, emphasising the t on each word making your eyes widen, head nodding.

“i’m sorry, rafe. it’s just comfortable.”

“yeah, well, you’re kinda killing me… and that’s not fair, is it? riling me up like that? without letting me touch you?” he seethes, eyes squinted and you hate when he’s mad at you, bottom lip puffing out which in hindsight probably only riled him up more.

“you— you can if you want. just want you to stop being mad.” you offer pathetically, eyes glassy and apologetic and he’s stopped in his tracks.

“yeah? you—you want your stepbrother to touch you?” he makes a face like he’s disgusted by the mere offer and your face falls, confused and ashamed. before you go to take it back, he gently taps you on your shoulder, making you lean against the door he closed behind you. “thats why you wore this shit, isn’t it?” his warm hands graze you, sliding up your body until they’re cupping your free’d tits through the thin fabric of your shirt. they’re warm and squishy and he can’t help but give them a generous squeeze, the act making your cunt throb, back arching into his palms only confusing you further.

“r—rafe.” you’re trying to warn him of the way it’s making you feel, thighs pressed together and eyes fluttering, but he’s already well aware — mouth flicking up into a smirk.

“yeah. i know. didn’t think i would do it, right? you know this is what girls like you get.” he starts to lift your shirt until it’s tucked above your tits, the two of them now free and being fondled making you mewl. “you gotta learn that your actions have consequences. i’m… i’m the older step brother that has to step up, teach you shit… m’proactive you know i— i gotta handle you so you behave yourself. nothin’ wrong with that, right?”

he’s rambling now, erection vividly pressing against his pants but his eyes wide, expression unreadable— like he’s searching for something. moral justification, maybe. he knew it was wrong, but he was trying to convince himself other wise. all he needed was that green light.

“rafe it’s okay.” you whisper. permission.

he steps back suddenly, leaving you prey-eyed and jostled against his door, top still pulled up above your tits. he sways on the spot undecided for a moment, itching his nose as he eyes you before uttering words that would change your relationship forever.

“take off your clothes, alright?”

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[flemingsfreckles]

Personal Shopper

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Synopsis: based off this request of reader helping Jessie shop for new clothes

Warnings: nothing, it’s fluffy

WC: 1.2k

A/N: here’s some fluff to ease your mind with all the angst I’ve put out recently :)

“I feel like I look silly.” Jessie voice came over the top of the dressing room.

“Just show me.” You were sat outside on a bench, waiting patiently for your girlfriend to try on and show you the mountain of clothes you had picked out for her.

“No.”

“Jessie come on!” You encouraged her. “Just let me see.”

It was no secret to anyone that Jessie could use some wardrobe help, you had heard her teammates tease her for years, she even mentioned it herself on numerous occasions. She was quick to pick up a sweatshirt and throw on the same black Nike shirt and black hat that she always wore. When it came to fancier clothing, she was even worse, owning a couple of plain button ups and a few pairs of solid color slacks.

After she had complained one too many times about her wardrobe and not knowing what to wear, for your own liking. So you had taken her to various stores, spent hours looking through racks and piles of clothing, trying to find something for the Canadian.

She cracked open the door. Peaking out at you, “Don’t laugh please.”

You shake your head at her, “I won’t, I’m never going to laugh at you for trying something on.”

She opens the door fully for you to see her outfit. She had thrown on a plain black shirt, more tightly fitting than her regular choice of shirt. The shirt showed off more of her figure than her standard Nike black shirt. She had also put on a nice pair of pants. Black and white in a small checkered print.

“Oh wow.” You can’t help but let the words fall out of your mouth when your eyes scan Jessie head to toe. It wasn’t often that you got to see her dressed up.

“Stop.” She gives you a firm look.

“No babe, it looks so good.” You admire her for another second before looking to her face. She looked uncomfortable. “You don’t like it?”

“I don’t know, it’s just,” she turns back to the mirror to look at herself. “It’s different.”

“Okay.” You come up to rub her shoulders. “If you’re uncomfortable in it, don’t buy it because then you’ll never wear it. But it looks nice, so if you’re just uncomfortable because it’s new, then that’s okay.”

“I like the shirt.”

“Jess it’s a plain black shirt of course you like it.”

“Yeah but the fit is different, it’s tighter.” It was, her biceps were being restrained by the fabric, it was tight across her chest and shoulders, it looked good, a little too good given you were in public.

“Alright, try it on with another pair of bottoms then.” You push her in the direction of the changing room. She out a huff but closes the door and changes again.

Jessie hadn’t been super thrilled when you dragged her from store to store, she knew she wanted new clothes, a new style but it was the actual act of shopping and trying on that she hated so much. You on the other hand were thrilled Jessie had finally asked for your help.

You didn’t mind her clothes, they were never an issue to you, but they were an issue to Jessie which then made them your issue when she would come to you asking to borrow your clothes because she didn’t want to wear anything she had. You liked seeing her in your clothes, but you decided it was time she was happy with her own wardrobe.

The issue was not just having clothes but it was the fact that Jessie didn’t know how she wanted to dress. To be fair to her, the majority of her life is spent in athletic clothing, a game kit, training kit, or in some form of a team branded shirt, sweatshirt, or sweatpants. When she’d get home from training or a game she’d usually slip into another pair of athletic shorts or sweats, only throwing on jeans and a simple shirt if you were going out.

“I think I like these better.” Jessie opens the door, she’s got on the same black shirt, now paired with a pair of maroon dress slacks.

“Those look nice on you.” You let her look at herself in the mirror again, she turns looking at the back of the pants. “They make your ass look good, don’t worry.” You give her a smile in the mirror as she rolls her eyes.

She looks at them for a couple more seconds, contemplating the pants. “I think I’ll get these.” She finally decides. “And the shirt.”

“Okay take them off, put your jeans back on and try this on.” You had her a couple of linen button up shirts.

“Ughhh.” She groaned as she turned back into the dressing room, the linen shirts in her hand.

Jessie comes out in the sage green shirt, her jeans from home back on. She’s got a smile on her face.

“You like it?” You ask, hopeful based on her smile.

“Yeah, it actually feels comfortable, it doesn’t feel like I’m wearing a costume or someone else’s clothes.” Jessie looks at you for your opinion.

“That color looks good on you.”

“Yeah it’s different but I like it.” You could see the genuine smile on her face, it made you happy, seeing her satisfied with something she was trying on. She spins in the mirror one more time before closing the door behind her.

She comes out a moment later with the maroon pants, black shirt and linen shirt in one hand. The black and white checkered pants in the other. Jessie places the black and white pants back on the rack and then makes her way over to the display of linen shirts. You watch as she picks up one in white, blue, black, and a coral color adding them to the pile of clothes she was holding.

Jessie must’ve noticed the strange look you gave her as she turned around with the shirts in her arms. “What?”

“Nothing.” You say with a small shake to your head.

“I like the shirt, it’s comfortable. I’m ready to check out.” She knew you were questioning the fact that she just grabbed four identical shirts to the one already in her hand.

“I know.” You hold your arms out to her to offer to hold the shirts. “Whatever you want babe.” Sure it wasn’t what you had in mind when you had taken her shopping but at least she was walking out with something new that she liked, you couldn’t complain too much.

You watched as Jessie checked out, refusing to let you pay for any of the clothing for her. She did however make you carry the bags with all the clothes, which you did happily.

[21wanderer]

Meetup point

”Why is it taking him so long?” Leon said annoyed. ”Ssssh… Just be patient,” I hushed, ”André – I mean Frank – is going to pull through.” ”Yeah, but what happens if those guys get back on their bikes, then we’re screwed!”

Leon and I sat quietly at a picnic table at a small parking lot in a forested area. Only a few meters away stood our friend André (or Frank as we should call him now), along with two other bikers. And André was the one who was going to fulfill our dreams.

The three of us managed to overpower Frank, the guy in the Arlen Ness leather suit, on the nearby gas station toilet, then André slipped inside him, once he had been hollowed out, thanks to the bodysuit serum. With André in Frank’s body (we got the name by searching his wallet), the plan was in motion. Now we just needed André Frank to find us some suitable bodies, and we’ll be all-set. We’ve all wanted to do a bike trip together, but it had been many years since we've done that, we’ve all gotten older, and bikes were not part of our lives anymore... until I came up with this idea. I missed being on the open road, and I missed being young and strong, and the bodysuit serum was the solution to all our problems.

André was going to go to a common biker meetup point a stone’s throw from the gas station. Leon and I would wait on the sideline, whilst he would lure a couple of bikers into a trap.

We were in awe, when we saw the two guys André struck up conversation with, they were perfect; young, strong, handsome and wearing matching jackets. The last detail was the cherry on the top, once we were in, we had to get a matching suit for André Frank too, I think we would look great if we all wore the same suit.

Leon was apparently worried, they’d get away, but I had full faith in André, he was really good at talking and he knew more about bikes than anyone I knew, he was the perfect person to keep them occupied. I was however not sure, how we would turn them both into bodysuits, we either had to separate them and do one at a time, or to strike them both swiftly at the same time.

”They are coming this way,” Leon whispered anxiously. ”Just keep calm, and try not to look like you’re looking, they probably won’t even notice us,” I said in a calm manner, hoping that Leon would stop worrying so much. Granted I would be very disappointed too, if they got away, they were pristine examples, but we couldn’t afford to mess this up.

The three bikers began to walk towards their bikes. Leon was probably about to do another outburst, but he seemed to calm down, when he saw, they all took their jackets off. At least that meant, they weren’t leaving yet, and now I must admit, I felt the urge as strongly as Leon. Seeing those muscled, tan arms, broad shoulders and tight leather. I was hard enough already, and it was a struggle to contain myself.

”Which one do you want?” asked Leon. ”I am quite keen on the long-haired one,” I replied, his smooth tan skin, full chestnut brown hair and strong body, all things I didn’t have, I wanted it all so bad. ”Heh, fair enough, I really want the other one, never really liked long hair – but it will look great on you,” Leon said, the last remark sounded almost apologetic, not really that I minded, after all, hair can be cut, but it would be nice trying to have long hair for a change.

It seems like André was making his move, one of the bikers knelt in front of his bike, the other one’s attention was solely on the bike too. André was getting up, they hadn’t noticed him. This was it.

Leon clenched my shoulder hard, as the two bikers slumped to the ground. The standing biker first, the kneeling one second. André lifted their unconscious bodies and arranged them, so it looked like they were both just sitting on the curb, whilst their bodies were being emptied. André beckoned us. Leon and I hurried towards him, both eager to join him. -End-

[mewhenimanangel]

cherry, eren jaeger

—synopsis. you have a little more fun at jean’s party that you thought you would

—chapter 4 ౨ৎ

𝜗𝜚content!: au-high school, ballet dancer, teenage romance, black reader, underaged drinking, drunken makeout sessions, high school party

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you yawned and stretched out your arms before rubbing a hand over your face.

a bad habit, you reached for your phone that was sitting on your nightstand. there was a text from eren - it was an address followed by the texts 'forgot to give you the address' 'you know for when you decide to come thru 😉' you found yourself smiling like a dork for some reason before texting him back, joking that you weren't going anywhere.

you clicked on lana's contact and face timed her. "hey" you said putting toothpaste on your toothbrush. "hey girl, what are you waking me up for" her voice was groggy. "are you going to that party tonight?" you asked her.

"yeah, i was actually gonna text you and ask if you wanted to come. who told you about it?" she asked you. "eren asked me to come" you told her and you could practically hear the smirk in her voice when she said "ohhh he definitely wants you. you should definitely come then" she continued "plus you've been like mad busy lately you need to come and get a little crazy"

maybe she was right, for the last month the only places you'd been were school, home, work, and dance. maybe you could use a break.

"fine i'll come. what are you gonna wear?" "that little black jean skirt i got from nando's in janurary. and maybe that cute little black shirt. you know, the ones that make my boobs look good" she told you. "oh, tryna look good in case connie's there?" you smirked. "oh shut up, but yeah of course he's gonna be there"

lana had a little crush on connie ever since junior year when they had to do a chemistry project together. you never really knew eren's group of friends but connie was always really touchy and flirty with lana, he was definitely into her too.

"anyways, ima go. i have a shift at one and my boss is gonna wring my neck if im late again." she sighed. "okay just remember to let me know when you're on your way, love you byeee" you blew a kiss to the camera and she did the same before hanging up.

you finished washing your face before going out into the living room to find your mom and enya on the couch watching bob's burgers. "hey sleepyhead, finally decide to join society?" your mom joked. "yup" you smiled, giving enya a kiss on the cheek to which she wiped off. "rude" you rolled your eyes.

you went to the kitchen to pop half a bagel in the toaster.

you went back into the living room to join them. "mommy.." you whined. "uh oh, what do you want?" she smirked. "can i go to a party tonight.." you smiled. she deadpanned "whose?" 

"it's jean's party" you told her. "ugh the kiersten's kid? he's such a troublemaker" she scoffed. "i promise to stay out of trouble, come on you know me. plus lana's coming" you told her. you knew your mom trusted lana.

you spent five more minutes begging her to go, going in front of her to block the tv.

"ugh fine you can go. but, no alcohol, no drugs, and no boys" she pointed a stern finger at you. "yayyy thank you so much mama" you smiled, going to give her a hug.

"that's not fair i wanna go to parties" enya groaned. "you're 12, sit down" you scoffed.

ʚɞ

you got out of the shower and decided to keep it simple with your outfit. you put on a white tube top and a pair of denim shorts that ended a little under your butt. you wore a pair of white adidas on your feet and threw on your jacket while you waited for lana to text you that she was here.

once she was, you said bye to your mom and went out into her car. "wait, lil pregame first" she handed you a pink whitney shot bottle. "how are you just driving around with this in your car? you're not scared you're gonna get pulled over?" you scoffed. "it's fine, we'll just drive a bit and throw it in some random trash can"

"ready?" she asked you as you untwisted the cover. you cheered and tapped the bottom before shooting your head back and downing the liquor. "WOOOO, okay let's go! the party's at some random airbnb" she said, putting the address in her gps.

it was about a 20 minute drive there, twenty minutes spent singing along to lana's music.

when you got to the house, lana parked her car about a minute away and you walked your way up.

connie was on the porch talking to someone when he saw you two walk up. "hey girl!" connie smiled at lana bringing her in for a hug by the waist. "what's up" he nod his head at you and you put your hand up to wave.

the three of you walked inside, there were a lot more people there than you thought would be - you wondered how the party wasn't busted yet.

playing on the speakers was 'love scars', there were solo cups and beer bottles everywhere, people dancing, some guy shirtless on a table dancing, there was a game of beer pong going, and people just scattered around the house in general.

"wait what should i do with my jacket" you asked lana. "oh you can put it upstairs in the master bedroom, that's where we're putting all our shit. nobody else is allowed in there but i'll make an exception" connie told you. not wanting to let you go alone, lana asked connie to lead the way upstairs.

you put your jacket on the bed, looking at everyone's stuff you spot the jacket eren wore sitting on the arm chair. you wondered where he was, you may have even been a little excited to see him.

"aight let's get crazy" connie said, grabbing lana's hand and heading toward the door. you followed behind them before stopping when you saw eren coming up the stairs.

you saw the smile that graced his lips when his eyes landed on you. he was wearing a black shirt with a pair of black baggy jeans. his hair was tied back in his usual low bun and he smelled like cologne and a hint weed. his eyes were low and glossed over.

"hey" eren smiled , standing incredibly close to you. you could smell his cologne and a hint of weed on him, the combination was intoxicating "hi" you looked up at his eyes.

lana gave connie a look before leading him downstairs to leave you two alone. "i'm glad you made it" "yeah, i had to beg my mom to let me come, she doesn't trust jean"

eren blew air through his nose "nah i wouldn't trust him either" he watched you for a second. his eyes trailed over your body, admiring the way your top hugged you, and the shorts that showed off your slim dancer legs. you were somehow glowing, maybe it was something you were wearing. you smelled so good, like a mix of vanilla and strawberries. your hair was coily and down a little past your shoulders. your lips were outlined and glossy, god everything about you drew him in.

"you look good" he smiled, bottom lip between his teeth. "you do too" you sized him up, arms crossing.

"you wanna go get a drink or something?" he asked you. "sure, lead the way" you grinned.

he reached down to grab your hand, leading you downstairs. your heart beat a little bit faster, this is the most you've ever touched. you liked the feeling of your hand in his hand, it was a little bigger than yours and he had a ring on his middle finger. you watched the slight vein that peeked through under the watch on his wrist.

he reached both hands back behind him to lead you and weave through the crowd to the kitchen.

there were a few people in there, pouring shots and eating snacks. "what can i get you" he turned to look at you. "nothing too strong" was all you told him. he nod his head and grabbed a bottle of pink whitney "this more your speed?" he asked. "pink whitney does not fall under the category of 'nothing too strong'" you joked. "but sure" you said and he poured it in a shot glass.

he handed it to you and watched as you downed it in a few seconds. "you want another?" he asked you. "sure" you told him as he grabbed another shot glass for himself. "we'll do this one together" he poured the drink in the glasses.

he reached out for cheers as the two of you tapped the drinks on the table before shooting them back.

jean, connie, lana and armin joined you guys in the kitchen. they were currently passing around a blunt that jean had rolled. you noticed that eren was somehow even more touchy when he was high. you were sitting on one of the island stools while he sat next to you. his hand grazed your thigh, tracing random swirls over your skin with his fingers. he would rest his hand on the small of your back, stare you straight in the face while other people were talking.

as the night went on, you met with lana again before she dragged you into the crowd of people that were dancing in the living room. you wound up drinking more than you intended, solo cup on its second refill of tequila.

recently you've felt like you've been drowning in your day to day life. maybe tonight was a chance to drown in alcohol instead, letting it take over your body and let loose.

eren sat on the kitchen island with jean and watched from the kitchen counter for glimpses of you through the crowd. he watched how you whined your waist to the song playing. it was so interesting to see you like this, you're usually so laidback, he felt like he was seeing a new side of you.

he's watched you dance before, but this was different, your movements were more carefree, wild, and almost sensual.

somehow you made your way on the coffee table and the people around you began cheering as you danced. you were twisting your body and whirling your ass around. the crowd was now chanting your name.

as much as lana wanted to indulge in the fun, she knew if you sobered up and found out you did this, you'd be pissed at her for not stopping you.

she quickly ran over to eren "can you help me get y/n. she's on the coffee table dancing like crazy. can you come take her down? she's getting a little too drunk" lana told him. eren furrowed his eyebrows before nodding his head and following her.

he shoved through everyone to get to you, grabbing your legs and holding you in his arms by your thighs, taking you to the living room.

lana turned the kitchen stools around and eren sat you down on it. "how much did you even have to drink" eren chuckled. you giggled "not a lot-"

lana cut you off "way too much" you playfully shot your middle finger at her.

"alright so no more for you, time to sober up" eren rubbed the top of your head, grabbing the water he was drinking from earlier to hold it by your mouth.

"guess princess can get a little crazy too" jean laughed. "shut up" eren rolled his eyes. "you feeling okay?" he asked, bending his head to look at you. he put his hand on your shoulder and rubbed his thumb over your skin. "yeah i'm good" you smiled at him.

while you sobered up, eren and jean started a game of beer pong. you sat at the side of the table watching the game. soon - connie, lana, armin, mikasa, and marco joined the game.

right now it was connie vs armin and eren moved off to the side. you were watching them play until you looked up and saw eren staring back at you. he was leaned against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

you weren't sure if it was the alcohol but his stare felt so intense. he didn't look away when your eyes met his, instead his lips twisted into a slight smirk that someone that wasn't staring right at him would've missed. you trained your gaze on his, waiting to see who would break first. the alcohol in your system was making you a lot bolder.

he smiled with teeth, placing his bottom lip between his lips. he nod his head towards the back door before slipping away from the group. you smiled as you watch him leave, getting the hint, but you decided to make him wait a minute or two.

you looked down at your phone to see a "you coming?" text from him. you tapped on lana's shoulder to tell her you'd be right back and she nod her head, telling you to be careful. you opened the door to the back patio - there were plants, a couch with a coffee table in front of it, and string lights decorating it. you were surprised no one was out here, it was so pretty.

it was a little cold but you braved it.

eren was sitting on the couch and smiled when he saw you come out. he had a joint in his hand and he was laid back in a manspread position. "you smoke?" you asked him. "nah, not often. you?" he took an inhale off it, blowing the smoke out through his mouth. "no, i never have" you admitted. "do you want to?" you nod your head "sure" and walked over to join him on the couch.

you sat next to him wrapping one leg under the other and leaning against the cushion.

eren moved closer and turned to face you put the blunt in front of you and instructed you on how to properly inhale it. "you ready?" his voice was low and his hand was held in front of your mouth, eyes not leaving yours. you nod your head and you wrapped your lips around it, trying to follow what he told you.

you felt the smoke go straight to the back of your throat and immediately coughed. you bent forward coughing as eren pat your back. you could hear him laughing though, "you okay?" he asked once you were done. "yeah" your voice was shaking. "wait lemme do it again" you reached for it. "are you sure" he chuckled. you nod your head and he gave it to you, throwing his arm around the back of the couch behind you.

once you were comfortable, you sat there for a while just talking and passing it to each other. you could feel yourself getting a little high, or at least what you thought it felt like. eren's arm that was around the couch was now blatantly on your shoulder, his thumb rubbing circles across it. the tension between you two could be cut with a knife, his low red eyes never leaving yours unless it was to look down at your lips.

you were now aware of how close you were sitting - your leg was laying against his, the other still underneath you, knee rubbing his thigh. his arm was basically around you and you were so close you could almost feel when he exhaled.

you weren't sure who leaned in first, all you knew was your lips were on his. he leaned over to put the blunt on the little tray in front of him. your lips pecked against each other until his hand behind you came to hold the side of your face, pressing his body against yours.

you put your leg across his lap and his hand came down to hold your inner thigh, just below your shorts. the kiss went from soft to sloppy and needy. you placed your hand at the side of his neck, pulling him closer. his tongue slid into your mouth and you jumped a little, pulling away. you looked back at him and he only stared back at you, eyes needy like if he doesn't kiss you again he'd starve.

you pressed your lips back against his and his hand on your thigh rose higher, almost touching your crotch. just as he did that, lana came through the door. you pushed yourself off him and jumped to your feet.

"oh! sorry to interrupt" she smirked. "but y/n we have to go now! my mom just called to ask where we were" she told you, tossing your jacket at tou. "o-okay i'll be right behind you" you said as she turned around to leave.

"um well i've gotta go now" you told him, all of a sudden feeling awkward. "damn okay then, i'll try not to miss you too much" he smirked. "yeah yeah, bye" before you walked away though, he grabbed your arm to spin you around. he held your waist and pulled you into another kiss.

"y/n let's go!" lana yelled from in the house. "bye"  you giggled. "bye" he smiled at you. you turned to leave before bumping your hip into the table. you rubbed the spot and awkwardly smiled and waved at him as you turned to leave.

[ofdreamsnwishes]

One should never judge a book by it's cover, you'd read somewhere on the internet, the saying already overused at this point. And, sure, yeah, you shouldn't see people by what they looked like or wore, but was it hard not to oogle the six foot tall dude apologizing for his tiny brown dog.

"I'm so sorry! The leash is new and it's a little big on her so she ended up breaking free- I apologize." He bowed profusedly, panicked. The fluffy ball of fur seemed to have other plans however, yelping away, it's little tail wagging at your much larger, much scarier doberman.

The fluffy dog had run up to you and your own dog, sucessfully scaring the both of you, making your, again, much larger and scarier dog, bark in surprise, which didn't seem to affect it's brown new found fur friend, the brave little thing it was. But boy, did it scare it's owner. He came running after it, scooping it in his arms and apologizing.

"It's no problem... Loki is very friendly, he just got startled." You explain, trying to calm the panicked male.

After apologizing again, he leaves, gently scolding the excited dog in his arms.

The next day you see him again when you went on a walk with Loki, his exposed arms flexing as he bent down to pick up his dog's poop. Yep, you were no better than those creepy men, staring at a man's bicep like a pervert. You cursed yourself under your breath.

Then a tiny yelp brought you out of your thoughts, making you go throught the same whiplash from the other day; his tiny brown dog, who seemed to now have a frilly pink dress on. How could such a huge man have such a tiny and cute dog?

His dog spots you before he does, happilly barking at your own, pulling on it's leash to run over to where you stood. That grabbed his attention, eyes widening as they find yours.

The boy imediatelly gets up and tries to make his dog stop barking. "Daldal! You can't bark at other dogs! That's rude!"

A giggle left your lips, seemingly catching his attention as well. "Even her name is cute... Are you sure it's your dog?"

He looked stunned for a few seconds, before scratching the back of his neck, a slight blush on his cheeks.

"She's my family's dog so... It wasn't really just up to me...' Looking down at you, he smiled, and it was enough to make your heart beat faster. 'Well, I could in fact ask you the same thing... Your dog doesn't match your vibe at all."

And he was right. Currently wearing a pale blue sundress, you looked equally if not more off-putting near your dog.

"Fair." You concede, nodding at him. Gaze lingerring on his.

Daldal barked once again, breaking your trance and trying to get closer, her little paws scratching the floor as the leash held her back.

"He is very friendly, you can get closer, if you want." You offer, trying to sound as inviting as possible, knowing the usual stigma surrounding dobermans.

With some hesitantion, he did, letting Daldal sniff your dog, who in turn leaned down to inspect the fur ball, his flappy ears pearking up. You smiled fondly at the scene, happy your dog got to hang out with another one of his kind.

"I'm Sungchan, by the way." The boy, blurted out, surprising even himself, he seemed nervous to talk to you. And that made you realize that you were wrong: he definitelly matched his dog, just as cute.

"Nice to meet you, Sungchan. I'm Y/N."

It seems you found a play date for Loki, and maybe a date for yourself?

[averys-nightmare-zone]

since landing is closing down soon, i decided to take a quick break from SUPERSTRUCTURE (although i will be back don't you worry two fans) and made some fashion moodboards for the 14 fears from the magnus archives to accompany this post there will be some notes and insight on each collage under the cut.

the buried: the buried was really underutilized in the podcast imo. some of my favorite episodes revolved around the buried like lost john's cave and we all ignore the pit. i really hope this did it justice since jonny sims did not.

the corruption: oh my god this one was so hard to make. my google search history is full of terms like "bug infested dress", "moldy clothing" and "yucky fashion" the corruption girlies really seemed to like my last post so i felt obligated to get it right. i think i did okay.

the dark: making a black on black collage look decent is really hard 😭 I was originally going to go victorian for this one but ended up doing nu goth instead since I thought victorian fit a lot better with the end.

the desolation: this is one of my favorites. there's somthing so satisfying about combining ashy greys and black with orange it just tickles my brain. other than that, i don't really have any notes

the end: as mentioned earlier, i went with victorian mourning wear for the end. i mean queen victoria herself was in mourning and only wore black for forty years. that era is so synonymous with death it only felt fair to work its customs and fashion into my end board.

the eye: eye avatars are legally required to wear academic fashion. it just comes with the job description. i don't make the rules. have fun being jonathan sims

the flesh: this one really took me down a rabbit hole. first:, i could only find those anti-vegan shirts that your unemployed uncle wears to the family barbecue and then i came across this fashion designer and spent like an hour on her shop trying to figure out how she got her clothes to look like that. after that it took me another two hours to find all of the accessories. pinterest has been both my best friend and worst enemy over the course of this project.

the hunt: i am so sorry the supernatural gas leakage returned to my home when i made this and I age regressed into being 15 again. when i was making this i pictured it more as the trevor and julia flavor of the hunt instead of say, daisy. god breast america.

the lonely: this one was pretty easy to make once i got a handle on the color scheme. the aesthetic of the lonely has always striken me as a romanticization of the melancholy. think wanderer above the sea of fog. So i gave this one all the things i would romantasize about my life at my loneliest, which is why there's a teacup and a heart locket. the book was also a part of that, but it also doubles as a recreation of a leitner by theponderingalpaca on reddit.

the slaughter: yeah yeah i know the slaughter is supposed to be about war as well as murder, but forgive me for not making a fashion collage about military uniforms. that's really boring. i had just watched woodstock '99 before i made this though and decided to go more for that angry punk/metalhead fashion that korn was wearing in that concert. them and limp biskit are the closest we'll ever get to irl grifters bone.

the spiral: i made this moodboard twice. i know its crazy that the fear meant to represent insanity is hard to pin down, but i think i did it better the second time around. the first one read too much as regular kidcore/decora for my taste.

the stranger: i had to do this one last. i could not for the life of me figure out how to make a circus/uncanny fashion board without just doing clown fashion. i'm still not entirely sure how i feel about how it turned out, but at least the masks are cool.

the vast: vast avatars rise up!! this is a mike crew fan blog and i only wanted to base the fashion around him. he's in the top three list of guys i'm autistic about with elliott stardew valley and daniel powell from archive 81.

the web: not much to say here except if you are a web avatar you have to wear a cunty dress. it is simply non negotiable

thank you to @artmadval for giving me the idea to do this with your amazing fashion archives art, along with everyone else who went through all my yapping to get here. love yall!

[stardustndreamsofsilver]

Inferum

Part Three

Jake x OC (f)

Warnings: description of tight spaces and claustrophobic scenes, a few curse words

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Ou est-elle la Mort? Toujours future ou passée. Apeine est-elle présente, que déjá  elle n’est plus.

Walking down through the catacombs, I couldn’t help but notice how completely ill-prepared Jake and the rest of his group were. None of them were wearing the right kind of footwear, which led me to believe that they didn’t know we’d be trudging through the muck and water. Then I noticed how nice their clothes were. Did they not realize they’d be crawling through dirt and bone?

Reaching out to lightly touch Jake’s arm, I ask, “I’m sorry-Jake, right? When did you hear about the ritual?”

He looked down at where my hand had been before looking back up at me. “Oh, well Colette told us about it at the club,” He answers, gesturing toward the other guide.

Stopping mid step, I turn to face him, “What?”

“Yeah, she told us about this feast for the dead thing and my brother Sam,” he says, pointing him out, “thought it sounded like something fun to do on Halloween. Danny wasn't convinced, but Josh and Sam wore him down. So here we are,” He shrugs.

“S-Something fun to do? Do you have any idea what the feast is?” I question.

“Not really, no. But friends of ours do something similar back home and it’s just a way of honoring the dead. It can’t be much different,” He grins as he moves to continue walking.

Shaking my head, I grab his arm to keep him from moving. “Jake, that's not what this is. You and your friends need to go back. You’re not prepared at all for what we’re walking into.”

His brows pull together and he gently shrugs my hand off of him. “We’ll be fine. I appreciate that you seem really concerned. But my brothers and I can handle whatever it is.”

I go to say more but he turns his back to me and goes to catch up with the others. I want to tell them all to turn around and ask Pip to take them back to the city above, but I can see now that nothing I say will dissuade them from going. I’m nothing but a stranger to them, and Colette has somehow gained enough of their trust that my word against hers wouldn’t be taken seriously. So, we continue on. Before long, we reach what seems to be a dead end. Colette gestures to a hole in the wall and tells us that we have to crawl through to the other side. The others look to one another in slight confusion but do as they’re told in the end. I follow suit. 

I’m the last to go, getting down on my hands and knees, I look down through the crawlspace. I see the bottoms of Sam’s shoes. Taking a deep breath, I begin to crawl forward. I can hear the others chatting amongst themselves ahead of me, when I hear movement behind me. There isn’t enough space for me to fully turn my head around, so I drop my shoulder and try my best to see the source of the noise through the corner of my eye. From what I can see, there’s nothing. Shaking my head, I take a deep breath and continue crawling forward. 

As I keep moving, the sense of something following takes over my body. I glance back as best I can and still see nothing when I hear, “L'heure de la fête des morts approche. Nous devons nous dépêcher,” come from right beside me. I yelp and jump, hitting my head and back on the rock above me. 

“Addey! Are you alright? What happened?” I hear Pip call.

“I’m fine!” I call back, trying to calm my racing heart. “I thought I heard something, but it was nothing.” There’s a beat of silence before they say to be careful and I begin to crawl again. 

When I finally crawl through the opening to the other side, Pip helps me to my feet and whispers in my ear, “Addey, s'il te plaît, ne va pas chez les Gaules. Nous pouvons encore faire demi-tour, il est encore temps. La fête de Samhain pour les morts n'apporte rien de bon. Elle n'apporte que de la souffrance.”

I pat their arm and smile sympathetically. “I can’t turn back. I have to go. But they…” I say tilting my head in the direction of the others. “They should. Convince them to go back.”

They shake their head and say, “I cannot. Colette, she would not let me.”

“What do you mean?”

“Come, if you must go, then we shall go.” They say with a sigh and guide me forward.

So, we all venture on. As we do, I can see the apprehension begin to creep onto the other's faces. The filthy water has ruined their clothes and shoes, but none of them complain. That is until we reach the bones.

“No, no way. There’s no way I can fit through there.” The tall and dark one, Danny, says.

“Oui, you will fit. You turn sideways and go.” Colette says.

“Come on Dan, we’re almost there. Right Colette?” Jake’s brother, Josh says.

“Oui, it’s not much further.” She agrees.

“Fine, fine. But if I get stuck, I’ll kill you. Got it?” Danny says, pointing at Josh.

Laughing, Josh replies, “You wouldn’t. Now come on.” 

With that, we each begin to sidestep through the walls of bones. Danny is in front of me and Pip is behind me, being the last in line. Passing through the bones is disturbing. Feeling the curves and edges of those who died long before is enough to make me feel nauseous. I try my best to push the feeling to the back of my mind, but it lingers. As we carefully make our way through, I can hear Danny’s breathing start to pick up. Then suddenly he stops.

“I- I- I’m stuck. Fuck. Fuck!” He panics.

“You okay? What do you mean you’re stuck?” I hear one of the women call to him.

“I can’t move! I’m wedged in! Oh my god.” He says, looking up, sweat dripping down the side of his face.

Seeing his panic, I softly say, “Hey, Danny? Can you turn your head and look at me?” He does and I can see the tears threatening to spill. “Hey. You’re going to be okay. I promise. You just need to calm down. The more you panic, the more your chest will expand. Making it harder for you to move.”

He nods his head. “What do I do?”

Licking my lips and swallowing hard, I say, “Try to think of something that calms you down. Do you have a favorite place you like to go? A favorite song that puts you in a good mood?” He nods his head. “Okay, then think of that place or hum the song and close your eyes and try to forget where you are. I know it’s hard, but just try.”

He does as I say, squeezing his eyes closed and begins to hum. It’s not a song I know, but I can slowly see his face begin to relax. When he opens his eyes again, I nod and say, “Great, now try stepping forward.” He turns to face the other way and takes a step. His head whips back around and he has a look of shock and relief. “Good, now just keep going. You’re doing great.” I say taking a step forward.

When we finally make it out, Danny grabs me and wraps me in a tight hug. Taken aback, I pat his back in return. “Thank you.” He whispers.

I just smile and say, “No worries, glad I could help.”

He smiles back before we both turn at the sound of Colette speaking. “The ritual is just through that corridor. From now on, you must be silent. If we get caught, it will be very bad. Vous comprenez?”

We all nod before she turns and leads us to the Feast of the Dead. As we enter the hallway, I notice a plaque above the entryway. It reads;

“Quocumque ingrederis sequitur mors corporis umbra.

Whenever you enter, death follows as a body's shadow.”

As I read the words, a sense of foreboding sends a shiver down my spine. I look to Pip who has already passed through. They extend their hand to me and whisper, “Venez, c'est l'heure.” Taking their hand, I take one last deep breath and step into the hall.

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Hi there!

For the character ask game: 14 and 25 for Peter Pettigrew, please 🙏

Hi! Thanks for the ask! I may have rambled a bit because Peter is a character who I don't really know. 😄 Hope you enjoy!

14. Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.

Ok I made this moodboard. I went purely by vibes, and I see him wanting to wear something comfortable so lots of woolly jumpers and corduroy trousers or just jeans in earthy colours. Shoewear some basic 1970s leather shoes for winter and trainers/sneakers for warmer months.

I have no idea about wizarding fashion other than they wore robes so...imagine some kind of a robe on top of these clothes. :)

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

He was written as an overweight boy who was not that talented and for some reason was friends with the two popular boys (and the third neutral boy who wasn't mentioned in the scene below).

“Pettigrew … that fat little boy who was always tagging around after them at Hogwarts?” said Madam Rosmerta. “Hero-worshipped Black and Potter,” said Professor McGonagall. “Never quite in their league, talent-wise. I was often rather sharp with him. You can imagine how I — how I regret that now. …” She sounded as though she had a sudden head cold.

– HP and the Prisoner of Azkaban

But he wasn't given very much depth. My first reaction was that I never really understood what James, Sirius and Remus saw in Peter to have made them trust him. Peter is just a guy who betrayed his friends, how dare he, very evil of him, and so on... But I ain't feeling or believing it. 🙄

When I reread the books for the first time in years during the pandemic, I realised that Peter's actions were cowardly, yes, but just wanting to survive when a maniac dark wizard is threatening your life is also very humane. He was desperate and scared and felt like he needed to pick the side he thought was going to win. And then he made the wrong choice.

Peter was clearly clever enough to deceive everyone for a whole year before it ended up killing Lily and James (and probably several Order members before that). And even then Peter deceived everyone by framing Sirius and pretending to be a rat for all those years because nobody knew he was an Animagus except two others, one who was taken to Azkaban and the other who thought him dead. Feelings aside, that was very smart of him. It was the perfect plot. He was indeed a lot more than meets the eye.

But what I lack is understanding, or perhaps feeling, what a great friend he was to James, Sirius and Remus. Or just their dynamic on a deeper level. Because the friendship and everyone thinking that Peter is a trustworthy person is what should make the tragedy of his betrayal worse. But to me he's just a character who I've been told was their friend but I don't really see it if we look at purely canon. It gives a very one-sided view of him as a follower of the JamesandSirius fan club who was maybe tolerated a little bit more by Remus. But clearly the other three boys saw something in Peter that they appreciated too because it would be kinda heavy to drag around one "friend" if he was only a burdeon for all those years.

Fanfiction has given me a little bit of a better understanding of Peter for sure, but still he is often kind of absent or in the background in most fics, which is fair enough because the fics I read don't focus on him. So....yeah, he's still a bit of a mystery to me.

[mtnikolle]

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Fandom: Naruto

Characters: Kakashi and Iruka

Modern AU, teens

WC: 1048

“So? You gonna come or not?” Iruka blurts to his friend when they meet up at lunch time.

Kakashi isn't quite sure what to make of this question. He doesn't recall talking with Iruka about going somewhere in their recent conversations—and he's pretty sure he didn't accidentally tune him out during any recent rambles, either. He looks at Iruka closely, trying to make heads or tails of it. Iruka is slowly turning red. His posture is getting stiff. And that scowl isn't the one he wears when he's angry, it's the one he wears when he's nervous. Kakashi bites the bullet.

“Where would we be going?” He asks.

Kakashi’s not sure how it's possible, but Iruka turns even redder. And face palms.

“Ummm, sorry. There's a fair in Senju Park this week. Mom said I can go tonight. And stay late, since I did so well on my last report card. So…” and Iruka takes a big breath in, “…do you want to come with me?”

This is unusual. Not the going out part, they do that all the time. This nervous, blushing, asking-in-person part, rather than a quick text.

“Would this be a date…?” Kakashi asks. And he's not sure how he feels about that.

Iruka goes from bright red to dead pale in an instant.

“N-n-n-no,” he stutters out. “Not— not—”

Yes, it was absolutely meant to be a date.

“Yes.”

💙🍦💜

They meet up at the park a few hours later. Kakashi spent more time than he wants to admit to trying to figure out what to wear. His dad laughed at him. Especially when, in the end, he wore the same basic clothes he usually wears—comfortable jeans, sneakers, tshirt, and comfortable hoodie, but the green one that Iruka likes, rather than the red one he was wearing at school today.

Iruka has changed, too. He's wearing Kakashi's favourite top—the one that shows off his forearms. And suddenly Kakashi realises that he's been looking at Iruka for a while. They've been friends for… well, almost ever. When did this happen? How did Kakashi not realise it before? Kakashi knows exactly how he feels about this now, and he is so, so happy now that Iruka was courageous enough to ask him out tonight.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

They stare at each other kind of awkwardly, which is bullshit because they've known each other forever.

“Shall we…?”

“Yeah.”

Iruka passes him a bright yellow wristband and leads him into the park.

Together they pick some rides to try. Iruka’s a bit of a daredevil, so he wants to go on the Drop of Doom and roller coaster immediately. Kakashi is somewhat less so, so he convinces Iruka that they should warm up with the Octopus and Monster rides, instead. Iruka agrees, and they laugh so hard and have so much fun that it breaks up any awkwardness remaining from their knowledge that this is a date. Kakashi feels really, really okay with that now.

💙🍦💜

An hour of rides later, Kakashi is more than ready for a break. Iruka reluctantly agrees, and they make their way to the food stands and carts that have been set up for the day. They find a truck they both like the look of and stand in line. A long line had to mean good food, right? Kakashi sure hopes so—he’s all about comfort in food and never ventures too far from his favourites.

Between them, the teens consumed one loaded chili dog, the greasiest hamburger Kakashi was sure he'd ever seen, a bucket of poutine, and a giant bear claw. Since the rides hadn't done him in, he is sure the food will. Then Iruka bounces up from the bench they've been resting on.

“There's one more place I want to check out!”

Kakashi isn't sure he can move yet, but he’ll try for Iruka.

“Let's go.”

Iruka helps haul him up from the bench, and Kakashi is surprised he can stand. And then surprised he can walk. He has no idea how Iruka is bouncing around the way he is��Kakashi is sure Iruka ate more than he did!

They meander through the crowd for a while, waving at the occasional classmate they see, but making no move to join any of them, when Kakashi sees the stand a little ways away and balks. It is an ice cream stand. The concept of ice cream now is okay, but this isn't just any ice cream. No, the Golden Scoop is the ice cream shop on the other side of Konoha that Iruka has wanted to try since they opened. Kakashi on the other hand…

The thing is, they make all these weird flavours, and they don't sell vanilla or chocolate at all.

Iruka turns around when he sees Kakashi isn't beside him any more.

“Are you okay, Kakashi?”

Kakashi doesn't want to ruin this for Iruka, but he's honestly not sure if he can make himself go over there. Curry Thai Chili ice cream just isn't something he can make himself eat…

“I don't think I can eat that,” Kakashi explains. “Why don't you go ahead? I'll wait here.”

“Are you too full?”

Iruka is offering him the perfect out, but Kakashi knows him, and if he takes it, then Iruka won't go.

Kakashi wants him to go—Iruka's been wanting to try the Scoop's ice cream for ages. He hesitates to answer. Long enough that Iruka notices. Kakashi watches his face light up with understanding.

“Oh. Oh!”

Iruka holds out his hand to Kakashi.

“Do you trust me?” he asks.

Kakashi knows a trap when he hears one. Or, well, it would be a trap from anyone but Iruka.

“Yes.”

Iruka holds out his hand.

“Take my hand. I know they'll have something you'll like, too.”

Iruka is so sincere when he says it that Kakashi believes him. So he puts his hand in Iruka's and lets Iruka pull him toward the stand.

💙🍦💜

Iruka walks away with a double scoop cone with lobster and strawberry chive flavours. Kakashi ends up with extra virgin olive oil ice cream. Iruka was right, they did have something he likes.

They continue on wandering the fair, looking at the craft vendors, eating their ice cream, but now with fingers slotted together.

[moongothic]

Honestly the more I think about it, the more I'm convinced OPLA's [random Background Extra at Roger's execution everyone thought was pre-t Crocodile] isn't actually Crocodile.

And just so we're clear; we don't need that Background Extra to be pre-t Crocodile for Crocodile to be trans and/or Luffy's other dad. One Piece already has a fuck ton of material to provide for us to push the Crocodad Agenda and this Extra from OPLA would not and frankly does not tip the scale of Crocodad's plausibility in either direction (as I'm going to attempt to explain). I know a lot of us got kind of attached to the idea that the Extra could be Croc because it added fuel to the fire for the fandom (hell, it is what made me fall down the Crocodad Rabbithole to begin with), and so the fact that I'm now going to try to dismiss it might feel a little bad. I just want you to understand that we don't need that Extra to be Crocodile. We have better evidence for Crocodad elsewhere.

Anyways, yeah, the more I think about the less I think that lady is pre-transition Crocodile (-> going to be she/her'ing her). To be fair, there isn't really much to provide as evidence for either case, since she was just A Background Extra who we saw for a split second. It's just that I don't think it's a "50/50 it could go either way", but more like a "92/8 probably not, though not impossible" Also quick reminder I have not watched OPLA, all I know about this Extra is from screencaps so if I'm missing any helpful context then yeah that's why.

My key reasoning is pretty boring though. It's just that she does not look like Crocodile. As in, she does not have enough of Crocodile's key features (in his character design overall) that help us recognize Crocodile as Crocodile. Yes, we have no idea how he looked during Roger's execution. Yes, he probably did not have his iconic scar nor hook during this time. That's not what I'm talking about. There's more to Crocodile's character design than those two things.

When we saw Crocodile at Roger's execution in Chapter 0, we specifically saw him from behind. We don't know how his face looked nor do we know what he might've been wearing. All we do know is that: He was wearing a furlined (or a full fur) coat. He had his cigars. He wore his hair slicked back, and he had at least one earring.

And all this Background Extra has going for her is the earring(s). Even her hair, which, sure, IS slicked back, is still quite different from how Crocodile wears his hair, as it seems much longer with braids and seeming to be tied back. And yes I know pre-t Crocodile might had long hair, it's not like we can really see or tell in the panel.

But there's two things I want you to think about here.

1) Oda generally speaking does not change character designs that much through out the series, as the characters get older etc. Like generally speaking, each character has certain traits and features that help us recognize the characters, and while Oda may change some features about the characters, he'll also always go out of his way to ensure they also retain other features, so that they remain recognizable to the readers. Here's a few examples to drive my point

Moria's body changes a lot as he gets older but his facial features remain essentially the same as does his haircut (and his alt fashion style)

Sabo's haircut changes completely as does his face a little bit, but his fashion sense has not changed one bit

Her ⌛️ phase aside (because Oda is a horny bastard), baby Charlotte Linlin has the same big nose, large eyes and huge smile as she does as Big Mom+the rotund body shape in general (and even ⌛️ Linlin, who is otherwise unrecognizable, has Big Mom's iconic pirate hat)

Baby Doflamingo wearing his stupid little glasses even as a kid- we don't know what he looks like without them, but the sunglasses make him weirdly more recognizable that way

Really, I could go on, but the point remains; Oda does not drastically change character designs often, and even when he does, they're still recognizable because they retain certain features. And so the fact that the Background Extra doesn't really have "enough" of those features makes it hard for me to buy that's Crocodile. Because...

2) ...If OPLA did want to include pre-t Crocodile as an easter egg, why make it this vague? Genuinely, they could've given the Extra something slightly more recognizable to us, like given her either a cigar or a furlined coat (maybe not both), and honestly there'd still be a really good level of deniability if Netflix wanted to be cheeky about it. Like OPLA wouldn't have to worry about them confirming Crocodile being trans before Oda, because we don't know how Crocodile looked during this time. Even with the coat or a cigar we'd still have no way to prove or debunk whether or not the Extra really was pre-t Croc (as long as nobody in staff went and blurted it out).

But as the Extra is right now, her resemblance to Crocodile is so non-existant that it feels frankly pointless to me if that really was him, it's too deniable. Where as, imagine if she had a furlined coat on. We'd be having a much more heated discussion about whether or not that really was Crocodile, because then the resemblance would be immidiately much more noticable, but still just vague enough to be deniable -> much more heated debate.

And I know, I know, people can change drastically how they present themselves when transing their gender, so it could be realistic if pre-t Crocodile looked nothing like post-t Croc. But this is a silly comic with a funny rubber boy as the protagonist. This is fucking One Piece, man, you can't get much more unrealistic than OP And again, like. How many characters in OP have dressed nearly the exact same and presented themselves in the exact same style their whole lives? It's not realistic, but that's what OP is like, so frankly it would be much more on-brand for the series if pre-t Crocodile presented himself the exact same as he does now. Because that is how Oda normally does it.

But again. Regardless, there's plenty of material in the manga for trans Crocodile truthers to cling onto. This Extra does not add anything substantial by any stretch of imagination. She just does not matter.

[poptart-productions]

his type

[part two of a series]

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after a bit of teasing about your apparent ‘crush’ on eren on your friend’s part, you and “the homegirls” finally make it to the paradis concert.

after the show, the six of you head backstage to receive your v.i.p treatment and instead you get eren’s attention, which—as you’ll find out, is more weight than you can bear

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it was all fun and games until you actually got there

you felt out of place

to be fair, you came for the networking opportunity and that super attractive guitarist, so it’d be unfair to compare you to a fan.

but still, you felt wrong being there—like you took the spot from someone more deserving than yourself.

the pestering flavor of coffee sat heavy on the back of your tongue as you looked amongst the mingling fans—all the faces reduced to featureless paint smears in the darkness.

surprisingly, none of your friends were speaking, at least not too loud—even sasha, which was frightening.

and so, you were forced into what was, practically eavesdropping on fans; all of which were in varying degrees of fandom

“that album—oh my fucking god—they ate”

“—devoured!”

another conversation.

“i’m gonna fucking cry—“

“—jenna, if you cry—we’re going home”

and another.

“eren is so hot—one chance, please”

you chuckled a bit hearing that, because shit—this person is just like you for saying that

but you quirked a brow at what their friend said in response, “well, you know what they been saying about him, you might be—“

another voice, “—don’t even give her false hope—bitch, this isn’t wattpad”

the trio laughs but you’d already stopped paying attention at that point

what have they been saying about eren?

might be what?

from the undertone of the conversation, and the person begging for ‘one chance’ with him, you’d guess that the rumors were alluding to eren being something of a playboy

you sighed; you’re not surprised—he’s young, he’s pretty, and he’s in a band—of course he’s a fuckboy

“you okay—?“

“—oh! miki. . .” your shoulders tense as mikasa’s sultry voice funneled into your ears

you did eventually realize that it was her, and calmed down some; you blinked, finally answering her question, “yeah. . .yeah! i’m alright! i just—i don’t know, i’ve just never really been to a concert, i guess”

“oh, i know how you feel, but you’ll have fun. and if you need some—“ “—let’s fucking go!” before mikasa could finish, the stage lights flicked on, and the boys came on stage all at once

thankfully, you’d done some research on paradis while waiting for the girls in the parking lot—all that fussing, and you were still there first—so you recognized all of the guys and their respective positions

connie, the one coming with so much energy was the drummer—“are you ready, [h/t]?!” he continued, rousing all kinds of ‘yeahs’ from the audience

“then make some fucking noise” another screamed, an attractive fry to his voice

jean : bassist and sub-vocalist—he was pretty fucking popular, too. the sea of fans responded with screeches, some of which consisted of obscene ‘daddy’s’ and ‘fuck me’s’ shouted into the void

these motherfuckers are insane.

seriously, you’d think some kpop group was on the stage right now.

armin, the lead vocalist pouts, “you guys sound bored, c’mon”

you scan the stage, and that’s the moment that man appears, out of nowhere.

eren, the guitarist—though he needs no introduction; he’s the most popular member, for fuck’s sake

he saunters toward the front of the stage, single-handedly causing an uproar in the audience—and why would he not—let’s not kid ourselves here; this man looks fucking good.

waves of brown hair cascading freely down his shoulders, green eyes tinted through the shades he decided to wear inside—but he’s hot so it’s okay

he was shirtless, leading all the attention to his lean—i mean, neckless—of course, the key neckless which he always wore, according to the website you were staring at in your car twenty minutes ago

whether it had sentimental value or he just thought it looked cool, you might not ever know, but it was still eye catching nonetheless

draws attention to that abdomen of his. . .

fuck.

but wait, there’s more; the pants—those fucking leather pants, the light was doing a great job at making it known just how. . .excited he was before getting on stage

either that or, he was just that impressive

after all that time you spent utterly eye-fucking this man, he finally opens his mouth

shit

“if you want us to give it to you, you’re gonna fucking scream, alright?”

sultry, deep, husky—it brought you back to your old boy band days—you’re ashamed to admit that you already started imagining him whispering things to you, dirty things

“one more try” he continues, “make some motherfucking noise!”

he said ‘noise’, and the fans delivered.

all you could hear was noise.

your feelings of isolation only got worse when the music started—if you could even call it that—you could only hear the bass as it boomed from the super-sized speakers above; the only thing cutting through it all was armin’s voice, with occasional harmonies from eren and jean

they sounded nice, but god was everything so fucking loud

you looked over to find everyone having a good time, but you

sasha and historia were screaming the lyrics—regardless of the fact that sasha did not know a single one—and jumping up and down, with mikasa and ymir standing protectively behind them to ensure their safety

they were bobbing their heads to the beat, too. hell, even annie seemed to be enjoying herself; nodding her head and mouthing the words to the chorus

it wasn’t until mikasa hurriedly handed you the earplugs she had forgotten to give you that you saw what all the fuss was about.

there’s nothing for you to say except. . .

you get it, now

you felt like middle schooler, screaming in the audience—it was fun—they’d only performed a few songs, it felt like, before armin looked at the audience with a pitiful smile, “alright, so for this last song—“ the crowd, including you, responded with childish whines

“you guys always do this—“ armin shakes his head with a laugh, to which jean smiled, “yeah, shit’s gotta end eventually”

the whining subsided, and armin continued, “so for this last song, we wanted you guys to sing. . .” the chords to an unknown—to you at least—track began to play

there was a nervous tension in the air, “eren, start ‘em off!”

eren smirks, jade eyes focused on his instrument as he played the audience in, “there is nothing you can do that i have not already done to my self, there is nothing you could do that i have not already done to myself—“

you paused, you’ve heard this song before.

never wanted to dance—that’s it’s name—you’d heard it on historia’s playlist while sleeping over at her and ymir’s place.

“there is nothing you could do that i have not already done to myself—“

“—never wanted to dance with nobody—“ a few voices started to sing, but quickly died down upon realizing how alone they were

the guys of paradis are reduced to nothing but disappointed groans and looks,“oh come on! you were just screaming loud as fuck—could barely hear ourselves” connie chided, so upsets it seems, that he almost fell off his chair

“scream!” jean and armin encouraged, and eren continued with their sentiment, “we don’t give a fuck if you think you sound bad—just give us everything you got, alright?”

they start over, and at first it seems the result will be the same until a voice from the audience starts screaming the lyrics

“never wanted to dance with nobody but you—!”

you knew that voice anywhere.

historia.

“fuck yeah, go crazy!” connie praised, gearing up to play his part

historia’s shrill voice lands all eyes on her but she clearly didn’t give a fuck, she was screaming;

“never wanted to dance with nobody but you wouldn’t take no for an answer—you fucking bitch!” it was so strange hearing historia swear, but your ‘homegirls’ seemed cool with it and she was jamming so you smiled at her

“never wanted to dance, with nobody but you—!“ sasha joined, jumping up and down like a child.

gotta love the enthusiasm.

it wasn’t long before the entire venue was alive, all screaming the same lyrics to the same song

it was electric.

you forgot what you were originally there for, not remembering until the six of you were in the bathroom, freshening up

“did you have fun?” mikasa combed her fingers through her hair, glancing at all of you through the mirror,

“are you kidding?” historia laughed, “i’m ecstatic about it!”

“life-changing!” sasha giggled, almost as if she was loopy, and ymir nodded, “it was pretty fun”

“not bad” that’s annie for: i had fun

“that’s better. . .” you let out a sigh as you stared at yourself in the mirror

all the excitement left you with a youthful glow, but the screaming left you looking like you hadn’t slept in five years

if you’re gonna be meeting eren and agency representatives, you’re gonna need to look decent

it wasn’t long after you chugged a bunch of water, and fixed your appearance, that sasha was already dragging you towards the door

“okay! let’s go backstage—i can smell the food from here!”

“why are you always hungry?”

as soon as you walked into the room, reps were already flooding mikasa; it wasn’t long before they turned their attention to you

your friends left you alone to converse with them, and you’d scheduled a couple castings before skipping up to your friends—who was talking to the band—holy shit, they’re looking at you.

deadass, they all just stopped whatever they were doing and looked at you—maybe it was because you so hard to ignore when you were literally beaming

“hi! i’m [y/n]! i’m friends with them!”

“oh, hey!” they all greeted, “nice to meet you”

all of you moved the ensuing conversation to a seating area in the corner.

seeing as there was no room left on the couch your friends decided to sit on, you plopped yourself down on the loveseat across from them

you started cursing yourself out the moment eren slid into the empty seat beside you—because of course he did

your heart was slamming against your rib cage, meanwhile, eren was chilling. your best effort to combat this was just pretending he didn’t exist

you looked around you.

it was crazy; they were just like the movies, so cool and laid back—or maybe it’s the drugs, you thought, cutting your eyes to eren, who was shamelessly rolling up on the glass table—already reminded of his existence

he glanced up at you, a teasing smile playing on his lips, “you smoke?”

“no—no, i don’t. but thank you” you clear your throat and force a chuckle.

“sure, princess” the nickname flowed from his lips so effortlessly; he already moved on, but you were still shocked about it.

your body was tense, but armin smiled at you sweetly as asked you a question, “you’re the same age as miki, right?”

you smiled upon hearing the nickname come from him

they must’ve been friends before, too

seemingly interested, connie asked follow-up questions, leaning his body towards you, “you in college? what’s your major?”

you nodded feverishly, telling them your major with a proud smile; they smiled back.

“got a partner?”

you could feel his burning gaze on you, and everyone who was once talking stopped to look at the brunette

his bandmates looked quite dissatisfied with him

mikasa’s weighty gaze burdened him, but eren didn’t seem to notice.

she sighed, and turned to you with a softer glance, “[n/n], you can come sit by me, if—“

“—no need to be like that” eren chuckled, lighting the blunt resting between his lips, “she’s hot, i’m not allowed to think that?”

jean crosses his arms, “yeah, but you don’t need to eye-fuck her, man”

“sorry,” he looked at you, “i’d say he’s not normally like this but. . .”

resting his arms behind you, eren leans back; you made the mistake of looking at him—of course, what you find is him staring back at you with those damn eyes of his

“. . .just returning the favor”

you tried to hide it, but you couldn’t deny how your body became rigid after he said that to you

did he really see that? that is so embarrassing—fuck

it was only worsened when you tried to explain yourself, only coming out as stammers

“i—i wasn’t—“

“—you never answered my question” you were humiliated, like a small girl underneath his gaze.

you cast your eyes down to your lap, “no. i don’t have one—a partner”

“good.” he leans towards you, shoulders touching yours; his breath was fanning against the shell of your ears

the leather beneath him made noise as he moved his hands; his calloused fingers graze the back of your neck and you shivered at this.

“so is it cool if i—“

“—pause.” ymir stood up, the sudden action gaining everyone’s attention

she walks toward you, and you seriously thought they were about to start boxing, “thanks for the hospitality.” thankfully, she just grabbed you—yanking you to your feet with a wild amount of force.

“but we’re leaving.”

tags!

@butterfly-skinnylegend

@y-yinyang

[buckysgrace]

Chapter Seven

Previous Chapter

Kim decided to shake off her feelings by inviting Addi over, the two of them resting against her mattress listening to music as the rest of the house was quiet. Yet, she still felt the corner of her lips burning from where he had pecked her.

Kim tried not to remember that Billy had laid with her in this same spot, curled up against her. She sighed softly, flipping through the magazine.

She was beginning to think this was a mistake. She knew the true reason she invited her friend over was that she wanted to talk about Billy so desperately. She wanted to spill everything that had happened the past few days and ask her what the hell she should do.

She couldn’t though, she reminded herself, Billy was her stepbrother and not a normal guy she could just express similar feelings about. She was so frustrated, feeling like she had no one to share it with.

She considered, fleetingly, about buying another diary to write in. However, she couldn’t imagine what Neil’s rage would be when he eventually snooped and found out what she had been writing about his son.

“I think I need a nap,” Addi whined, pushing the magazine away and resting her head on the pillow, “I just feel so lazy today. Argyle really fucked with us.” Kim laughed, enjoying how her friend had gone off on her brother. 

To be fair, it was their own idiocy and innocence that landed them in their own position. She didn’t bring that up though, knowing Addi was too bitter over the situation still.

Addi had made it over not too long after Billy took El and Max. Kim felt thankful that her parents had been gone, as Addi embarrassed herself in front of everyone in her house. They had both felt so dumb.

“I mean, we could’ve gone to Eddie.” Kim hinted playfully, watching as Addi’s eyes grew several sizes too big, “That would’ve been your chance to see him.”

 “Yeah, just show up at his house? No thank you.” She muttered, flipping to the next page of her magazine, “What was with you at the pool, anyways? You had the whole time to talk to Steve and you just like zoned out.” 

Kim tried to look as casual as she could, glancing up at her friend, “I don’t know. I guess I just shut down when I’m uncomfortable.” It wasn’t a complete lie. She tended to be awkward around others that she didn’t know. 

She was not going to ever admit that she was staring at Billy. She’d rather die than bring that up.

“Alright, fair point,” Addi turned to her, pushing the magazine out of her way, “I heard Tommy Hagan is going to have a party tomorrow. We should go.” She added briefly. Kim knew very little of Tommy. Just that he was one of Billy’s friends and his eyes had lingered a bit too much when she wore skirts and waited for Billy to finish with basketball practice. Kim thought about it for a moment, really just wanting a day on her own.

“Don’t we work tomorrow?” She started, trying to think of a reason to keep them home alone.

“Yes, but the party isn’t going to be at 8 in the morning,” Addi continued on, “Do you think Billy would give us a ride again? It’s towards the rich people's houses, I don’t want to walk that far.” Kim didn’t like the thought of that either but was unsure about asking Billy. She didn’t know where she currently stood with him and didn’t want to keep crossing the line.

“I think he has a date,” She lied, “You don’t think Argyle would take us? Or we can bike.” Kim offered softly. Addi sighed.

“I’ll ask Argyle but he may be working. We might have to bike, nothing hotter than showing up all sweaty.” Kim cracked a grin at her friend.

“We could bring spare clothes, change there. I don’t think anyone would notice.” Addi perked up. Kim considered that it may not be a bad idea, maybe she could get out of her mind for a while.

“You need to wear that dress,” To which Kim quickly protested, shaking her head as she sat up, “Oh come on, it’s just collecting dust right now.” Kim thought about the dress that was hidden away in her closet. When she first tried it on, it took a lot for her to even leave the dressing room. It fit her like a glove, was mid-thigh and showed off more cleavage than she had ever shown before. She liked how the sleeves hung slightly off of her shoulders and puffed out.

It was much like her bikini; she was too afraid of people staring at her while she wore it. She didn’t want anyone to judge her. She wasn’t sure if she actually wanted anyone to see her.

“I like that it collects dust, thank you very much.” Kim spoke up. Addi looked at her amused.

“No, no you’re doing it. You have to wear it at least once. Everyone will be too drunk to notice anyways.” She tried to convince her. Kim sighed and nodded her head.

“I’ll consider it.” She was pretty sure she already knew the answer as Addi groaned.

“Would you wear it if Steve came?” Kim thought about it for a moment. She remembered how he looked at her at the pool, even for the brief second it felt nice. There was another issue at hand.

Robin.

She was certain that they were definitely dating. Why else would they be around each other all the time? She was beginning to feel like she was slumped.

Not to mention, she doubted Steve would show up to something that Tommy was throwing anyways. She didn’t know a lot about Steve but did hear enough to realize that they were no longer friends. He might hate Tommy more than he hates Billy.

Kim groaned into her pillow.

“I don’t know. Will he even notice that I’m there?” She asked and Addi shrugged.

“You could still have fun. We had a lot of fun last time.” Addi persisted. Kim knew she was right; she did have fun last time. She just was used to spending more time in her room, holed up and reading her books while the world went on around her.

“Okay, but I can’t wear that out of the house. Neil will be back by then and he’d kill me. What if we say I’m staying at your place?” She asked enthusiastically. Addi’s house was closer to that area than what hers was.

“That could work. Then we can convince Argyle to drive us.” Addi looked thrilled. Kim was beginning to believe that she was still holding onto the idea that Eddie would show up.

“Sounds like a plan.” She grinned at her friend, watching as she sat up. 

“I’m gonna start heading back, we have family coming over tonight and I’m supposed to help cook.” Addi made a face, but she knew how much her friend actually liked to cook.

“Hey, if you’re going to make those same tacos from last time you should save me some.” Kim couldn’t remember the exact name, but they were delicious.

“If you wear the dress, I will bring you all of our leftovers,” Addi smirked. Kim rolled her eyes, following her friend to the door, “I mean it. You better wear it.” She knew her friend was right but wasn’t sure if she was going to do it or not yet.

“Ha, you’re funny.” She gave her a hug and waved her out the door. She closed it, taking in the quiet house and welcoming it around her as she walked back to her room. She paused for a moment, standing outside of Billy’s room. 

Curiosity coiled inside of her as she lingered outside the room. She had been in there briefly, only to ask him something or take back whatever he had taken but had never actually stepped into the room. 

She felt the flames licking inside her as she gripped his doorknob and pushed the door open. She instantly felt guilty, knowing she was being so much worse than him looking through her journal earlier.

She couldn’t stop her legs as she stepped into his room, her eyes glazing around his oddly comforting room. It was just so Billy.

She couldn’t help but snort at the poster of the half-naked girl on his closet. Her fingertips ran along the side of his nightstand, scrunching her nose at all of the cigarettes he had already smoked through.

Her fingers wrapped around the hooks of his drawer and pulled it open. 

Gross.

“Ugh.” She quickly shut it, trying to erase the images of the models on the magazines from her mind. She wondered if every guy had pictures of naked girls in their rooms. She crouched down as she opened the next drawer, her eyes widening in curiosity.

She pulled out a box of condoms, looking at them curiously. They had already been opened and she pulled one out to examine it. She’d never seen one before, and although it was simple, she felt so rebellious holding it in her hand. She slipped it back inside, trying to ignore the XL on the box that was glaring a hole into her.

Her fingers wrapped around a VCR tape that sat in there, no labels to indicate what it was. She felt a new spark of curiosity engulf her as she looked at it, quickly shutting the drawer as she held onto it.

Why would he have this hidden away? She wondered to herself as she sat on the edge of his bed. It was wrong, but she was curious and wanted to bite at whatever he was hiding.

She considered it for a moment. She didn’t have a TV in her room, but he did. She could sit in here, just for another few minutes, and just peek at whatever he was hiding.

She couldn’t help herself as she turned the TV on and got the tape put in. She peaked out the door and the window just to make sure she couldn’t see his car anywhere. She would keep the volume low, she promised herself, so she’d be able to hear him coming and hide back in her room.

She took a deep breath, neglecting his couch and sitting on his floor as she waited for the movie to start. Only, it wasn’t a movie. It was obvious it wasn’t made in a studio, as no ads came up. She watched curiously as a woman and a man appeared, talking about their struggling marriage.

Now, she was even more intrigued. Was he secretly into rom coms? Is that why he had this stashed away?

She watched as another man appeared on the screen, her eyes wavering across the room again as she looked at his different posters. She took in the Metallica posters hanging in his room, noticing that there were no pictures of anyone he knew. No friends, family or any kind of memorabilia was hung up.

Her head snapped back to the screen when she heard moaning. She felt her jaw drop to the floor.

Oh. oh.

Oh my god. She bolted across the floor, her hands shaking as she tried to figure out how to quickly shut it off. Her hands stopped as she looked up at the screen, seeing one of the men on his knees between the woman, licking between her thighs.

Everything was on fire as she fumbled with the VCR. She felt so confused but so very turned on at the same moment as she waited for the disk to come out. The sudden sound of large music blasting outside the house sent her into overdrive.

Shit! Shit!

Panic overwhelmed her as she realized how bad of an idea this had been. She quickly pulled the tape out and began shoving it in the dresser. Her hand was shaking so badly that she knocked his ashtray over in the process.

She felt her pulse quicken and her heart beating faster as the sound of his car door slammed shut. She put the ashtray back up, sweeping up what little fragments of the cigarettes as she could manage. She knew she couldn’t wait any longer as she bolted out of his room, hopping on her bed just as the front door slammed open.

She popped the magazine open, flipping it to a random page as she pretended to be busy herself. She tried to calm her breathing as she heard his footsteps approaching, trying to be as nonchalant as possible even though she feared she may be having a heart attack.

“Are you going to do that all day?” She flipped the magazine page, still feeling the ashes against her skin. She looked at him briefly, trying to avoid his eyes so he wouldn't be able to read the guilt that was written over her features.

“Huh? Reading? You should try it.” She responded, trying not to think of him in his room, naked with his cock in his hand while he watched that video. She felt her face burn as the image was planted in her mind. She was sure she looked like a tomato.

She heard him chuckle, the sound of his voice traveling straight down her body. She was laying on her stomach and could feel her comforter bunching together underneath her. She felt the urge growing to grind down on her blankets.

The bed shifted as he laid down next to her, his arms crossing. She glanced as quickly as she could at his forearms, trying not to focus on his strong, veiny hands. She tried not to linger as she watched his fingers link together, wondering how well he could move them.

She stared a hole into her magazine, trying to focus on the words and not the heat that was radiating from his body. She tried not to think about being wrapped up with him this morning, how close they had been to each other. She definitely ignored everything he had said this morning, pretending it hadn’t happened.

She was afraid of what she would do if she remembered it.

She felt the urge to touch the corner of her lips again, remembering what it had felt like. She breathed deeply, trying to relax herself.

“What are you reading?” His voice came out husky and her grip on the magazine tightened. She shrugged and motioned towards the paper, doing her best not to look at him, “I should start calling you red,” He spoke up again, moving her braid out of the side of her face, “You’re always so flustered around me. I wonder why that is?” He spoke out loud, almost like he was speaking to himself. She ignored the last part of his statement.

She turned to him quickly, taking in how close he had laid next to her. She gulped hard.

“I’m pale, I burn really easily.” She responded unsure. She felt herself melting into his dark eyes, looking at how well his eyelashes framed them. He chuckled, giving her a look that told her that he didn't believe her. 

“You know it’s normal to feel things, right?” He turned to his side, his hands grazing across the side of her face, cupping her cheek softly. She wondered if he could feel her pulse vibrating in her skin from this position. 

“Billy,” She took him in, looking at how sure he looked at the moment. It was taking everything in her to convince her to stop, to not give into herself, “I know.” She spoke softly as her eyes flickered away. She was scared if she looked at him too closely that she would mold against him, just as she had this morning.

She knew what it was like to feel strongly for someone, to have a crush. She was sure she still had one on Steve, however, this was different. It felt so much different than a crush because in some twisted way she knew she had a chance. She knew Billy wouldn’t deny giving her what she wanted.

“Then why are you fighting it so hard?” He asked her, moving in even closer to her. She felt everything leave her. Her thoughts were tangled, fighting all of her morals as she felt her face creeping closer towards his.

“I’m not- I’m not fighting,” She whispered quietly as she looked across his features, “This is just wrong.” She mumbled slowly, under her breath. He pulled her up on her side, holding her close to him. Her body pressed against him left her even more nervous than she thought was possible.

She realized she really liked the way his nose looked and resisted the urge to pull her hand away and poke the soft part of it. 

“Tell me you want me to stop then,” He muttered as he cupped her chin in his hand. His forehead was so close to hers that his blonde curls were tickling the skin on her skin, “Tell me that you don’t want this.”

She tried to remember why it was wrong, all of the reasons swimming around her mind. Nothing came forehead as he leaned down, pressing his lips onto hers.

She had only kissed one guy before, a few brief seconds and little pecks that used to leave her stomach fluttering.

This was different, so much more than what she ever thought was possible. His lips moved against hers urgently, like he was starving, and she would be his last meal. Her hands moved to the back of his neck, trying to keep up with his movements as his lips kept moving against hers.

She wasn’t sure if she was a good kisser, her movements felt rougher and sloppier against his. His rough hands gripped her soft skin so tightly she thought he would crush her. Not that she minded at the moment.

She pulled away from him quickly, filling her lungs with air as she stared at the trail of spit that connected between their lips. She felt embarrassed as she wiped at her mouth, trying to ignore how swollen her lips felt.

She wondered how he was able to regain his breath so quickly as he swooped in again, kissing her so passionately that she fell back onto her pillows. His hand snaked around her waist as he held onto her face with the other one.

She was curious as to why it felt so good to kiss her brother if it was so wrong.

Her hands cupped the back of his head, linking her fingers between his blonde curls as he snaked his tongue inside her mouth. A soft moan left her chest as his large thigh moved between her legs. Her whole body was tingling and burning. She felt her panties growing damp as she resisted the urge to rock herself against his thigh.

She wanted Billy. She wanted him more than she wanted anything else in her life. Even if it meant that everything about their relationship would be flipped around and messed up. She was too far gone to worry about the repercussions of what it would mean later. 

“Teach me,” She whispered when they pulled apart again, watching as his eyes flicked over her face. He analyzed her as her heartbeat in her chest, “You told me to ask you. Please teach me.”

She had never desired anything more in her life. She thought about the video, what it would feel like to feel him between her legs. She wanted his hands all over her, to leave behind a trail of flames as he moved against her.

His lips grew into a smirk, as his thumb reached up to trace her bottom lip. She was sure she looked like a desperate mess at the moment. Everything he did was sending her into a haze that she was unsure she’d come out of.

A squeal left her mouth as he licked at her lips. She looked at him surprised as he moved his face away from hers. She thought she would have felt disgusted but was turned on more than anything.

“Billy,” She watched as he sat up a bit, pulling away from her. Panic wrecked into her. Has this been a joke all along? Was he leaving? She gulped hard, “What are you-?” She couldn’t finish her sentence as he looked back down at her.

“I thought you wanted me to teach you. Do you want me to stop?” He asked in a playful tone looking very devious. She shook her head no, bashfully, watching as his thick fingers pulled her shorts down her thighs.

Flames licked at her face as she realized he was going to be seeing her naked. She tried to calm herself, repeating that being in underwear was just like being in her bikini.

Everything was on fire and no matter how loud her thoughts kept screaming that this was wrong, she didn’t want it to stop. Her gaze never left his as she raised her hips softly letting him pull them down her long legs before discarding them to the side of the bed. His eyes flicked to her panties and then he smirked.

“Slutty,” He teased, referencing the white material that was patched with hearts. She rolled her eyes, unsure if her face could grow anymore red. She wondered if there was a wet spot and if he noticed it. She could barely hear him over the sound of her own heart, “Fits you well.” He whispered, placing a chaste kiss to her knees. Everything he did seemed to travel straight to her core. 

“Shut up,” She huffed but could feel the smile growing on her face. His fingers traced the band of her panties before helping her lift her hips and slid them down. Kim looked anywhere but at him.

She didn’t want to see his reaction. She had never been this exposed before and didn’t know what to expect. The cool air licked her exposed legs, and she could feel his eyes staring into her skin as she stared up at the ceiling and tried to ignore the sensation of his eyes on her.

His hand gripped her chin as he made her look back at him. Billy's pupils were wider than usual, desire licking in his eyes as he held onto her chin. She watched as he looked at her intensely before placing his hands on her waist, sliding them up under her shirt before pulling it over her head.

She was nervous, but she also liked the way his eyes slid over her body and drank her in. She felt herself growing more excited as she sat forward and unhooked her bra, letting it fall down her arms before discarding it with her other clothes.

Part of her was still screaming that this was wrong, this was her brother. She shouldn’t be doing anything like this with him.

The other part of her didn’t care anymore.

Here she sat, naked, as Billy drank her in. She felt like a helpless bunny, and he was a starving wolf.

She resisted the urge to play with her hair, instead tracing the flowers on her blanket to keep her hands busy as she was unsure of what to do with herself. She watched Billy flick his tongue across his bottom lip, a smirk growing.

“Pretty,” He spoke up after a moment of looking her over, examining every inch of her skin. She blushed at the kind word, before feeling his lips brush against her shoulder, “I wonder how good you taste.”

She shivered at the feeling of his lips peppering over her skin, a soft giggle escaping her lips as he sucked on her skin. She pulled her thighs together, taking in his words. 

On the video it looked exciting, seeing how excited it had made the woman on screen. She wondered if it felt that good. She didn’t know how to answer his question, feeling naive. 

“Tickles,” She panted out, listening as he chuckled and kissed up her neck until he was at her jawline and kept trailing until he kissed towards the corner of her mouth. She moved forward and kissed him, enjoying how well his lips molded against her.

His lips trailed down her body as he still had his thigh between hers. She tried not to moan at the feeling of his rough jeans rubbing against her most sensitive area. She exhaled slowly as his rough hands cupped her breasts, his thumb brushing across the nipple.

She moaned out as his wet mouth cupped over the nipple, sending jolts down to her core. She couldn’t believe she was trapped under him, naked and feeling better than she ever had before. He shifted his body down lower, his eyes captivating hers as he began to kiss down her navel, her hands shaking in anticipation.

His hands slid up her legs slowly, leaving a trail of goosebumps where he touched. His fingertips slowly brushed her inner thighs before pushing her legs further apart. She felt even more exposed. Kim could feel the stretch burning softly, but she ignored it as she felt his fingers rub against her clit.

She jumped suddenly, not expecting the movement or how good it would feel. It was like her whole body lit up in sparks and she could feel herself growing wet from the anticipation.

“Billy,” She gasped as she finally found the courage to meet his eye again. He just winked at her as he slowly rubbed his middle finger around her clit, making the moans slide out between her lips.

She watched as he pulled his fingers back and examined the wetness dripping off of them. His eyes flickered back up towards her as he took them in his mouth, sucking her slick off of his digits. She gulped hard, trying to ignore the feelings arising in her chest. She wondered if it would be easier to close her eyes.

“Have you ever touched yourself before?” He questioned huskily, using another finger to slide her slick around and caress her folds. She shivered when his finger brushed against her entrance.

“N-not really,” She panted out, her hips moving on their own to grind up against his middle digit.  She didn’t think her pillow counted. She had tried before in the shower, but it always hurt and she was fearful that she would be caught somehow. Her hands curled into fists as she gripped the bed sheets, trying to soak up the feeling as best as she could. He licked his lips.

“Good.” He whispered so quietly that she wasn’t sure if he had said anything or not. A grumble left her lips as she felt him pull away. That was until she felt him moving so that his head was placed between her legs. She was sure her eyes were the size of saucers.

He looked utterly seductive with his head between her thighs, a smug look plastered on his face. She didn’t even get the chance to ask what he was doing before she watched him stick his tongue out and lick the length of her pussy.

Oh. oh .

Her head fell back against her pillows, red hair swooping down in lazy ringlets as moans poured out of her open lips. She was sure this was what heaven was like. Every swipe of Billy's tongue left her craving more. It was all too much for her, but not enough at the same time.

She was thankful no one else was home, for she was sure you could hear her moans throughout the house. She knew then that the girl in the video wasn’t lying, it really did feel that good.

Her hands soon found his blonde curls as she felt her hips grinding against his tongue, chasing the feeling that was building inside of her. Her body was warm, but her nipples grew hard against the cold air that filled the room.

She heard him mumble something but was too blissed out to ask him to repeat what he said. He moved one of his hands and she thought he may shoo her hands away, however, reached up to grip her breast instead. He began to knead it before finding the nipple and pinching softly, sending a small wave down to her core and she felt her whimpers growing more intense.

His finger slowly pushed into her entrance, stretching her out. She willed herself to relax, trying to wiggle his finger in as slowly as possible. She clenched her eyes shut, her thighs trembling as he moved his finger inside her slowly.

It was hard to concentrate on the pain when his wet tongue felt so good.

She gaped in awe when his digit began to feel good inside her, moaning as his finger curled up and began to thrust up. She was moving her hips widely at this point, trying to grind up on his mouth and finger at the same time.

She couldn’t tell which was louder, the sounds leaving her mouth or the way he was eating her out. She was too far gone to care about how disgustingly hot it all sounded. The way he was licking and sucking on her pussy left her begging for more as her fingers pulled at his hair. 

“Billy-” She whimpered, biting on her lip, the feeling of her release becoming all too much for her,” I can’t-” She panted, feeling a bead of sweat drip down the back of her neck. His finger moved inside her faster.

She felt the pleasure snap inside her as his tongue flicked and sucked over her clit, soaking up her pussy as she couldn’t help but move against his face. Her thighs shook and tried to snap together as she tugged on his hair, willing him to come closer at the same time.

He simply stayed put, using his free hand to keep her thighs apart and her legs spread as he licked up her cum, letting himself savor the taste of her. 

Kim could feel her legs still shaking when she finally came down from her high, adjusting herself on her elbows again as she looked down at him. Billy peppered a few kisses along her thighs as he looked up to meet her gaze.

His hair was messy and knotted, cheeks flushed, and lips were red and glistening. He never looked so good, and she could feel the similar feeling grow inside of her as she watched him. His hands cupped her face again as he knelt between her legs, pulling her in for a soft kiss. She tried not to focus on how she could taste herself on his tongue.

His lips pressed over her neck, her jaw, anywhere he could get. Her heart fluttered as his large hands cupped her body.

The little voice inside her head was growing louder, reminding her of what she had just done. How wrong this was, how sinful.

Kim didn’t care.

She clung to him as she felt her body relaxing after her eyes, lifting her eyes to meet his gaze as he continued to nip at her skin.

“You did good,” He whispered as his nose brushed against hers. She could feel the sense of pride rising in her chest, loving the way he spoke highly of her, “So good and just for me.” He pulled her to him as she began to relax, soaking up the heat from his touch.

She felt like she could lay here forever, she realized, letting him hold her in his arms as her mind relaxed under his touch.

She knew then that she was a goner. Whatever they had in the past was gone, their whole relationship changed. 

They could never go back to what they were.

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