#with music blasting and i saw 2 people come out helping another dude walk like hes too drunk to walk or some shit

[busylilbee]

BIG fuck you to the giant group of tourists who rented 4 jeeps and came into our building's parking garage blasting music and screaming to each other out their windows DONT BE A DICK OR GO A W A Y

[hauntedsongtaco]

Suptober Day 3: Rainbows

„Dude, can’t we just go home?”, Dean muttered into Sams shoulder. They were pressed against each other in an ocean of glittery, half naked people. Normally, Dean was all for glitter and half naked, but not when it was almost 90°F and 2 pm on a Tuesday.

“No way! I wanna see the next act!”

The brochure Sam got handed yesterday in the street said something about a drag queen throwing knives, and for whatever reason Sam had insisted on coming here. Dean had originally planned on waiting in the car, a safe distance from the pride village, but his stomach betrayed him after 10 minutes of smelling all kinds of delicious street food.

When Dean let out an annoyed grunt and rolled his eyes for the twentieth time that day, Sam lost his patience.

“Why don’t you just go and find some more of those churros to stuff yourself with. I’ll meet ya at the gate in 10 minutes”, he snapped.

Dean shot him a sarcastic grin and squeezed his way through the crowd. It was bad enough that he had to loose his jacket because of the heat, now his arms would be glittery for the next month. He finally found a group of flag waving, laughing people that he could follow behind and out of the stage area. The food court left more space for him to walk and he took a deep breath.

He didn’t understand why Sam wanted to come here so desperately. Maybe he needed some distraction after their last hunt; they couldn’t save the stupid teenager who let himself get turned into a vampire and when he had attacked Sam, well… It wasn’t s difficult choice but it didn’t leave them unfazed.

Dean shook of the guilt with a roll of his shoulders and focused his mind on more urgent matters. Churros. He deserved them after spending an hour squeezed between leather straps and nipple patches.

He took the bag of deep-fried goods with a grateful smile from the young woman and found himself a fence to sit on. It might have possibly been the quietest place in the whole village and Dean enjoyed the silence for a minute. He was getting old after all, and even though he would never admit it, the loud music was giving him a headache. Some of the churros were filled with jam and some with nougat and Dean couldn’t help but smile as he thought about how much Jack would love these. For a second he considered saving one for Jack, but he decided that cold churros tasted like sad clowns so he had to finish them all by himself.

As he was stuffing the last churro on his mouth, he noticed a guy sitting across the lawn, leaning against a tree. And smiling at him. Dean froze for a second. Was the guy…No. People can be friendly for the sake of it. He wasn’t being checked out. He couldn’t be, he had a mouth full of deep-fried dough and his hands were covered in jam. He shook his head in disbelieve about his egocentric thoughts and tried to smile at the guy in response, though it probably looked quite horrible, considering his puffed-out cheeks.

But the guy seemed to get the idea because Dean could make out the movement of the guys shoulders as he chuckled. Dean was pleased with himself. No reason to panic just because someone offered a kind smile. He began to wipe his hands on the stack of napkins he wisely brought with him, when he saw movement in the corner of his eyes. The guy was scribbling something down and got up to get back to the party, Dean assumed. That assumption was disproven when he suddenly felt the presence of another human in his space.

Like a deer caught in headlights, Dean stared up at the man with wide eyes, his hands stopped in the middle of the wiping motion. The guy was almost as tall as Dean, with messy black hair and a five o’clock shadow. His eyes, Dean realized, now that they were face to face, were differently coloured behind his glasses. One was strikingly blue, almost white and the other was as dark and green as moss.

It took Dean a minute to tear his eyes away from those of the stranger, who was just smiling at him with an amused expression on his face. He then reached up to Deans face and gently wiped away some jam that was stuck on the corner of his mouth. Dean was so surprised by the intimate motion, he was back to staring and if his breath might have hitched, the guy didn’t let on whether he noticed.

“You have something on you face.”

His voice was deep and smoky and send a shudder down Deans spine. Internally, he slapped himself for his reaction, or the mere lack of it, if he was being honest. Normally, he would turn on his charm and tell Sammy to get a cap to the motel, but for some reason his brain had decided to just not function today.

Somehow, he managed to gulp down the doughy mush and choked out a “Thanks” before the stranger handed him the napkin with a smile and disappeared in the crowd. For Dean the interaction had seemed to last hours, but in reality it probably were only two minutes. And still he sat there on the fence, like an idiot, still clutching the napkin in his hands and staring at the spot where he last saw the dark hair disappear.

The ringing of his phone snapped him back into the real world and he answered with a grunt. ^

“Dude, where the hell are you?”, Sams shouted into his ear. In the background Dean could hear the music blasting and people cheering.

He cleared his throat and forced himself to get a grip.

“I’m, uh, I’m somewhere at the side, with- with grass ‘n trees? I don’t know.”

“What? Dean, I can barely hear you. Just meet me at the Info point, okay?” Sam shouted and hung up.

Dean let out a sigh and ran a hand over his face. This was stupid. He had acted like a fifteen year old virgin with a crush and had missed the opportunity for a nice little pick-me-up. He once again shook his head and hopped of the fence. When he collected his trash, he remembered the napkin the guy had given to him and for whatever reason, he decided to look at it. And there it was. A number scribbled at the corner with a “Aaron” and a heart above it. Dean chuckled to himself. He still got it. Or at least he tried to convince himself that it was his charm and not maybe the dude having a weird eating kink that got him a number. Whichever it was, he took it as a win.

He spotted Sam easily in the crowd, although there were quite a few guys in dangerously high heels walking around. Neither of them dressed like a 17 year old lesbian though, so Sam still stuck out.

He was standing at the desk of the info point, patting himself down and smiling apologetically at the teen next to the register. When Dean pat him on the shoulder, he sighed in relief and turned around.

“You got some cash?”, was all he asked. Dean searched for his wallet and peeked at the object Sam wanted to purchase.

“The hell is this? You got a zebra kink of something?”

Sam gave him his best bitch face and unfolded the black and white piece of fabric. Except it wasn’t all black and white. In the middle, there was a triangle in rainbow colours.

“It’s an ally flag, Dean. Now give me the money.” But Dean took a look around at the stuff that was put on display in the tent. A huge pile of differently coloured flags with a legend to all the pride flags next to it, took up most of the space. Dean took a long look at the poster and then grabbed one of the plastic bags. He turned back to his brother, when his eye got caught by one of the nick-nacks next to the register. With a grin he took it and put it next to his brothers flag.

When the sat down in the car, Dean couldn’t ignore Sams curious stares anymore.

“What?”

“Nothing”, Sam tried to keep down a smile.

“Just wondered what you got for yourself.”

Without looking at him, Dean pulled the pink, blue and purple flag out of the bag and threw it in Sams lap.

“That one’s for me”, he muttered and ground his teeth when he felt the embarrassed blush creep up his neck. Quickly, he pulled out the last item in the bag and held it up. It was a headband with a fluffly, rainbow-coloured halo atop of it, which bounced around crazily as Dean shook it.

“This one’s for Cas.”

[xsarcasticwriterx]

I hate you

Summary: In a world where your enemies name appears on one wrist and your soulmates appears on the other but what happens when it's the same name on both

Pairing: loki x reader

Warnings: fluff but some major angst at end, swearing,

Notes: Finally not bucky pfft anyways i got this idea from a post I saw on instagram hope ya like it :) oh and this takes place during ragnarok and infinity war also yes i know the lines aren't the exact same but i tried to keep it similar.

You hated loki no hate wasn't strong enough you despised the god. With his tricks and mischief. with his knifes and need to simply be an absolute dickbag. all of this is what made the position you were put in even more confusing and messy.

You stared down at your wrist looking at the names well name. singular. The names were supposed to be one of your enemy and one of your soulmate which of course frustrated people to the end of which name suppose to take what role. Yours might seem simpler but it made it more complicated.

there was one name. loki. It sat on both your wrist being there since the day you were born. at first it confused you and your parents why the name was the same. Then the confusion grew when a few days later a prince was born named loki odinson. 

So your enemy was loki but was also your soulmate. The more you were around loki the more you understood the enemy part of it. He'd pull mean pranks and constantly pester you. you assumed the names on his wrist were in the same case as yours making his constant bother make sense.

Of course now wasn't the time to rehash all of that. you currently were going through something that felt similar to an acid trip. They spoke something of the grandmaster and how this planet was created or whatever. you simply felt sick and like someone stuck your brain in a blender. 

you open your eyes not even realizing you had closed them at some point. looking around you are sat next to thor and in front of you is a strange man with eyeliner who looks like a dude going through a midlife crisis. 

behind you are rainbow guards. confused you turn to lowkey who looks just as confused as you. “well aren't these two just marvelous. he and a she right?” he ask looking up at a girl. she nods “yes he and she” she smiles at you two. “see this is why your amazing. what do i always say when she shows up it starts with b” he says looking to another girl. “trash” she says glaring at the other girl. “wha- no were you just looking to call her trash that doesn't even start with b” he said confused and shaken. “booze hag”

you cant help but snicker at this. “I- what no i'm sorry i always say your the best god. she brought me my champion y'know” he says with a smile. “so you say every time shes here.”  she replied jealousy thick. “how much for them” grandmaster ask. this shakes you up and throws even thor off guard. “hi yes excuse me were not for y'know sale”  you say like its an outlandish thing. “10,000″ the girl says. “I am not for sale” thor says ripping his arms out of the chair. “ooo a fighter I like it” he says then the girl presses a button and thor is shaking like he was tased. 

“Y'know actually i think i'm ok being sold off can I just nooot have that happen to me?” you ask with a wide grin. “I like her shes funny” get her out of the chair” the grandmaster says. “give her the credits hurry” with a grumble the girl gets paid. “you will pay for this.” thor says to the scavenger. “no I got paid for this.” she says smugly walking off. your chains are released and you stand up rubbing your wrist. “do you got any lotion or anything cause that shit made my wrist all dry” you say nodding towards the chair. 

“Get the girl some lotion go go” he says to the other. “come follow me” he says after you get handed some lotion. you walk into a room full of people thor following behind on his chair. The room seems like a party people are chatting music is blasting. “I am the god of thunder!” thor says. tiny thunder comes out his fingers making you chuckle. His hammer being broken but be affecting him more than expected. “well there's no thunder but you did create little sparkles there.” he says walking to a dj panel.

“hey y/n get me out of here” thor whispers to you. “Man i don't even know how i got out ok guess you gotta just be awesome like me” you look around and spot someone who for once actually made you smile “or like loki apparently.” you point out to thor. “loki!” he yells. you hit thor's arm “shut up” you say. loki looks at you two confused.

“loki!!” thor says happily. you simply facepalm you didn't want to talk to loki nor did you want grandmaster from finding out you know him especially if he's caused as much chaos here as he has on asgard. loki looks concerned and does a fake smile and goodbye before walking towards yall “shhh sh” he says. “what are you doing here” he ask “Me and y/n were put in a chair she was released wheres your chair?” thor ask. “i didn't get a chair” loki whispers back. “well get me out of this one” thor ask “i cant.” “get me out” “I cant” they debacle before you interrupt “how did you get here?” you ask. “I was here a few weeks ago I gained his trust i know hes strange but im in the good with him” loki says.

“what are we whispering about” Grandmaster sneaks up on yall. “jesus fuck what are you a mouse?!” you ask feeling your heart pounding like drums. “you know this lord of thunder?” grandmaster ask loki. “god of thunder heh tell him” thor says nodding. “i've never met this man in my life” loki says with a nervous smile. “their brothers” you chime in “adopted” loki clarifies. you smile at the grandmaster. “well if you want to get back to assguard or-” grandmaster starts “asgard” thor clarifies. “Only those who defeat me beloved champion can leave.”  grandmaster said with a smile. “just send him that way he’ll stab whomever whatever to get back home” you say. thor nods with a smirk.

and off he goes. not long after loki nods towards where thor was sent and you nod back. As much as you hate loki it was nice having 2 familiar faces here. You walked after loki and snuck into the room. loki was making hand gestures as thor threw a rock through him. “course” you say with a shake of your head. loki and thor look towards you. “why did i actually think for once you'd be nice and actually be here” you say rolling your eyes. “Never put faith in my brother to be nice” thor says throwing another rock through loki. loki rolls his eyes “You don't want my help then i'll just go.” loki says turning around then turning back. “I haven't seen this champion but i know he is unstoppable and terrifying. I have placed a large wager against you won't let me down.” loki says walking off.

“He's right ya know, loki, this champion is a champion for a reason and you don't have your hammer anymore you cant even do your cool lighting trick you barely got it out your fingers...just don't get killed out there please. Loki won't admit it but he cares about your dumbass and so do i so do us both a favor and don't get killed” you say walking out the room. loki was right at the other side and rolled is eyes. “that was cheesy” he says. “shut up i just don't want you to be more annoying than usual if he fucking dies.” you reply with a grumble.

Soon enough the battle comes and you sit next to loki. your nerves become evident the more time passes. loki puts a hand on your bouncing leg. slowly it calms down. his hand stays there as thor walks out. you gulp deeply. they announce the champion and out walks.....hulk? “I have to get off this plant” loki says starting to walk off. you giggle. loki's experiences with hulk were far from fun.

“where are you going?” grandmaster ask walking loki back to his seat. “Hey! I know him! hes a friend from work!” thor says yelling. you bite back a smile. “ahem yea we kind of all work together” you say with a smile to grandmaster. his smile falters. loki looks nervous. as much as you wanted to laugh at his pain hulk throwing you around can be quite traumatic. “hey you're up here...hes down there” you say “hes not coming after you ok hes controlled its ok.” you say to loki. he nods.

The fight goes on and right when you see an end that scared you thor got his powers and blasted hulk. “oh shit” you mumble. “of course” loki mumbles. thor lost the fight that's the summary of it. You and loki ended up wondering the place. “shouldn't we try to find thor?” you ask. “if you want thor i can take you to him but i figured id take you somewhere” loki said. “uh yea sure” you said with a shrug. 

You a loki end up at the top of a mountain the view looks beautiful. the sky was many shades of blue from dark to light. “this is...this is beautiful” you say. “yes it is” he replied looking at you. you turn to him seeing him look at you. you smile...maybe loki wasn't so bad after all.

Then an alarm goes off “My precious champion is missing that seductive lord of thunder as stolen him” a hologram of grandmaster says. “shit....thor” you say. “follow” loki says. he grabs your hand and you two end up in the grandmasters office him and the scavenger who brought you and thor is there debate who can bring thor and hulk in faster. “Well i come as a pair” loki said holding your hand up. “uhhhhhh suppose so?” you say with a shrug. “i woke up wanting an execution but ill settle for this little ‘who gonna get him first’” grandmaster says. 

you three walk out. “now why would you help my brother escape” loki ask “I help no one but myself” she replies. loki and her end up fighting as you just sit back and watch what can be said watching loki get his ass handed to him was fun. when she knocks him out she looks to you. “do i have to knock you out too? or i can just use this.” she says holding the remote. “uh see i'm not really with him but ya see he makes a great partner in crime but ill just follow willingly.” you say putting your hands up. “good choice” she says.

“Should probably get your name if your going to take us hostage” you say. “valkyrie” she says. you two walk in silence into a room as she ties him up. “i’ll be back keep him there” she says walking out. you sit next to loki and sigh. “your my soulmate...you? i don't know if i have the worst luck.....no i have the best luck.” you say with a smile. one of his sleeves is slightly up and you can see your name on his wrist. “how did we get stuck like this...together.” you ask. loki looks so peaceful asleep. this trip has made you see a vulnerable and kinder loki.

you kiss his cheek before seeing him squirm. his eye open and he looks around. “course she made you babysit” he grumbles. aaaaand he ruined it. you roll your eyes. “shut up and make this easy on both of us and just stay.” you say. “what am I a dog?” he says with a huff. “well you were a snake one time” you say laughing at the memory. he laughs “fair enough” he replies. He starts to say something else when the doors open. thor and bruce walk in. “y/n!” he says excitedly. “Bruce” you say happily hugging him. You two had been close before he disappeared to well here. loki grumbles and bruce turn to him. “last time i saw you, you were ready to kill us where are we at now?” bruce ask. “it varies moment to moment” loki replies. 

bruce looks at you concerned. “he's on our side for now.” you say sitting next to loki. “look we need to get out of here.” he points to a portal outside “through there” he says. “through the devil's anus?!” valkyrie ask. you burst out laughing. “I wasn't aware it was called that when i picked it” thor says slightly embarrassed. “well we need a ship mine wont make it through that” valkyrie says.

They then nerd out about ships as loki struggles in his chains. “Don't even try there stuck there” you whisper to him. he sighs and gives up. “I just so happen to know the codes to grandmasters ship keep” loki says. “and your just ready to help?” valkyrie ask “i have run out of favors with grandmaster sO” he says and sighs. you side eye loki suspicious. he smiles you and you look to the others. 

“what the worst he betrays us? Would just be another day with the odinson boys.” you say standing up. So that was that. You,thor, and loki would go get the ship. you two were at a door when thor started “I suppose we should talk.” he said. “i disagree,open communication was never our family's forte” loki said. “you have no idea quite the revelation sense we last spoke” thor says

“hello” thor says to the people...things that see you 3 come in. “hi” loki says making you smile “sup” you say before you 3 blast them. “Odin brought us together” loki says as you 3 hide from the shot fired back. “Its almost poetic that his death should split us apart.” loki continues. you sigh “loki why are you so prominent on keeping this angsty wall of yours up” you grumble earning you a side eye. you three then finish them off walking to another key pad. “We might as well be strangers now” loki says ignoring your statement.

“Two sons of the crown, set adrift” loki says. you'd love to say something or really just slap loki so he stops pushing his brother away further and further with every words but you let him continue. The door opens and a man points a gun at loki making him backup and you giggle as thor blast him to the ceiling. “thought you didn't want to talk about it” thor says walking into the elevator. loki puts a finger up “here's the thing” he says stepping over the body. you roll your eyes and follow.

“im probably better off staying here on sakaar.” loki says. that's not what he wants. you stare at thor which he clearly doesn't get cause he then says “That's exactly what I was thinking” 

loki makes a stunned face and looks shocked and confused. “Did you just agree with me?” he says shocked. you hit loki's shoulder “what its surprising” you roll your eyes. “come on this place is perfect for you. its savage,chaotic,lawless. Brother you're gonna do great here.” thor says matter of factly. you title your head up and sigh. “morons” you grumble earning two confused looks.

“Do you truly think so little of me?” lokie ask. you shake your head. they really are stupid aren't they. “Loki, i thought the world of you.” thor says. finally now loki dont fuck this up. loki's face soften ups and you smile at it. “I thought we were gonna fight side by side forever” thor continues. come oooon.  “but” fucking hell thor. “at the end of they day your you and i'm me” thor says with a shrug. loki looks hurt now. “i don't know maybe there's still good in you. but lets be honest our paths diverged a long time ago” he finishes. fucking hell thor you just had to go and fuck it up. loki contemplates what was just said looking between the floor and thor. 

he sighs and nods. his face is full of hurt. you grab his hand softly and give him a small smile which he reciprocates. you may hate loki which lets be honest even that was falling apart but you still wanted him happy. you hated how hurt he looked. like a kicked puppy. “yea...it's probably for the best that we never see each other again.” loki says voice full of pain and almost desperate for thor to deny the allegations.  “that's what you always wanted” thor says patting loki. “yall are the most idiotic gods there could be” you say taking thor off guard. loki simply laughs. thor shakes his head and turns back to the front.

“hey lets do get help” thor says happily. this wipes the hurt from loki and replaces it with confusion. “what?” he ask “get help.” he says again. “no.” loki says shaking his head. “come on, you love it” thor says excitedly. “I hate it” loki says shaking his head again. “Its great it works everytime” thor says “its humiliating loki says swinging his hands bringing attention to you two holding hands. This earns a smirk from thor before he says “You have a better plan?” he ask.

“no” loki says. “were doing it” thor says with a smile. “we are not doing get help” loki says matter of factly. next thing you knew loki was limp over the shoulder and thor was yelling get help before throwing loki at the guards. you laughed falling onto your ass. “see this is why i didn't want to do it” loki says nodding to you. “im im ok im good” you say trying to stop laughing. you get up but not far before loki does as loki does and betrays yall. he twitches on the floor and thor walks off. “i'm gonna stay here with him” you say. thor looks suspiciously at you before carrying on. 

“if you just hadn't been so stupid and said how you felt and what you wanted from thor we wouldn't be here and now im stuck taking care of your dumbass once again. God i don't even know why i stay anymore when all you do is exactly what would hurt me what you trying to fulfill the enemy part of our deal?” you ask lifting up your sleeves showing the two loki names. “I mean really loki why do you keep doing this please just explain it to me. I started to see a side of you the side that I actually cared for and saw us being real soulmates but then you pulled this crap again and now i don't even know what to feel.” you say before the doors bust in. a rocky man and a group of others walk in. picking up the remote and stopping loki's twitching. Loki looks at you with soft eyes before turning back to the men smuggly. “you look like your in desperate need of a leader” he says. you huff and he looks at you and smiles.

“why thank you” the group says. With that y'all are off on a ship. “sooo where are we running to now” you ask loki. “no more running were going to asgard and were going to kill my sister.” he says with a nod. you smile. you grab lokis shoulders throwing him off. “whatd i do?” he ask. for the first time ever he seems like he'd do anything for you. “nothing” you say with a smile. you kiss his cheek. he looks around confused before clearing his throat. “ok good um ok” he says turning to the panel. you giggle before walking to chat with the others. finally you arrived at asgard which is on fire and surrounded by death. “read?” he ask. you grab his hand. “always” you say turning to him. he smiles and nods. the ship door opens and you all run out and attack.

when the fight seems like a dead end thor blast the whole kingdom with lighting and launches himself out to the bridge. loki smirks slightly which you see and smile yourself. “your late” thor says  “your missing an eye” loki says. “ok enough let clear these out and-” you start before hela emerges. what the actual fuck. “hit her with lighting” loki says. “I just hit her with the biggest lighting bolt and she acted like it was nothing” thor yells. “wait....what if this isn't about stopping ragnarok.  what if it was about causing it”

thor looks at loki who looks surprised. “this is insane even for me” he says walking off. “Loki!” you yell. he turns around. you grab him and kiss him. its soft and its like the world stopped just for a moment before you have to pull away. “don't get killed” you say. he nods and smiles “anything for you darling” he says with a wink before running off. thor clears his throat. “let's fight” you say. with that you and valkyrie fight with the others as thor hold hela off. you worry for loki how he’ll get out.

Then ragnarok emerges and fire is everywhere. hels is distracted and you and the others run into the ship. flying away Taika says something about the foundation. then it explodes. a few minutes later loki is next to you. “hello darling” he says. you smile and grab onto loki pulling him into a hug. “loki thank god” you say pulling away. you kiss him deeply. “don't ever do that shit again” you say.

You all spend 3 months flying around before coming across a teeny tiny issues heh. you sat in a pool of blood of your friends. people you grew to care about. you tried to scream but were muffled by the guard on your mouth. After the 1st scream they put the guard on to stop the noise. thor was tied down. Heimdall was dead and hulk had been blasted away.  You tried to scream again but it stopped as soon as it exited.

Thanos had just decided earth was where needed to be next. “if i might interject, if you are going to earth you might want a guid” loki says appearing. he walks towards thanos. “I do have a bit of experience in that arena” loke says walking up to thanos “if you consider failure experience” thanos said. “I consider experience experience” he said firmly. “All mighty thanos, I loki, prince of asgard, odinson, the rightful king of jotunheim,god of mischief.” he starts spewing off his titles. you see him make a knife appear and you try to scream once again. “Do hereby pledge to you my undying fidelity.” he says starting to power before trying to stab thanos. thanos stops it. “undying” thanos says. “you should choose your words more carefully.” thanos says as he forces loki to drop the knife. 

Thanos grabs loki by the neck chocking him. you scream but no sound escapes. tears flood your eyes. “you will never be a god” loki says with his last breath before thanos snaps his neck. thor tries to scream too bt fails.thanos walks over and drops loki's body. “no resurrections this time” he  says before lighting everything on fire and leaving. with that your guards are released. you run to lokis body. 

you sob and scream. “y/n” thor tries. “shut the fuck up thor” you yell at him through gritted death. you hold loki. your enemy, your nemesis but more importantly your soulmate. rolling up his sleeves you see the one with your name. grabbing the other you see a different name. Luca. you knew him he was annoying as hell. of course now he was another corpse among the rest. you weren't his enemy. He was only yours. Everything he did everything that annoyed you was him trying to be close but in loki's own way. Loki Laufeyson. your enemy and your one true love.

[marigoldsandbuttercups]

Hey your blog looks pretty good so far! Can we maybe get some general hcs on each guys personality?

Why thank you! I really appreciate that ❤❤

Personality Headcanons

Sans :

- Is more likely to sit back and observe rather than be actively involved in it.

- Is that one friend who randomly messages you once every 3 months with a meme.

- He's not very good with words, so he prefers to show he cares by doing things or spending time with people.

- Doesn't trust easily but is more willing to than some of the others.

- he's touch starved but it's not obvious, though you'll notice how his shoulders always brushing against yours.

- Seems like a social butterfly, isn't. If he's faced with new people, he can come off as a little aloof but break a joke in front of him and he'll begin to ease up.

- He's incredibly passive aggressive when he needs to be.

- He seems quiet, but he doesn't take shit. I feel like this becomes more apparent after he gets some therapy and learns to not beat himself up so much or allow people to step all over him.

Papyrus:

- He's painfully aware of how people see him and tends to use it to mess with them.

- His cooking has improved but sometimes, just sometimes he will serve them food that tastes odd to see if they're honest with him.

- He loves dancing! He has a radio in his kitchen and is always blasting pop music to dance to, often waking Sans up even though he's upstairs, it's effective!

- Papyrus can be very, very sarcastic. It's just the way he says it is so subtle you wouldn't even realize he's low-key shading you.

- Heard the term "Soft Boi", lives by it. Though he calls himself a Soft Cool Dude™.

- Is the most patient out of them all, Wine coming in a close second.

- He sometimes forgets that he's incredibly strong. Like sometimes he'll be walking down the street and hear a cat hiding under a car and.... He just lifts the car up like nothing-

- Speaking of this, although he forgets that one aspect, he remembers everything. You said you liked green mangos a few months ago on a whim? He's bringing you some from the market today cause he saw that they were on sale.

- It's hard for him to read the room sometimes, so he depends on seeing people's expressions to see what is going on.

- He uses internet lingo ironically, yes, he knows all of them and he low-key gets excited when someone is able to catch on to what he's doing.

Blue:

- Yes, he knows he looks cute, he knows he looks babey, stop shoving it in his face or he'll prove otherwise, Kelly.

- You thought Sans was passive aggressive, you thought wrong, meet Blue.

- Him and Edge like to team up and harass the Karen's at PTA meetings. It's a fun hobby.

- He loves to workout, but he also loves to pig out on junk food. You'll only find out if you're his best friend and he'll make you swear to secrecy.

- He loves makeup! He especially loves bright shades that make his eyelights pop.

- Blue isn't as trusting as he seems either. You have to remember, he is still a sans underneath that bold exterior. He knows who to trust and who to be wary of, those cute looks aren't there for nothing!

- The second flirtiest of the bunch, he knows how to charm people easily with just his words, it's just that sometimes he can't be taken seriously because of his height and it pisses him off to no end.

- He doesn't get attached easily, it takes a while for him to really think of you as someone who he will be there for everything and anything.

- He has no filter. He will absolutely tell it to your face like it is, why hide when you can just get it over with?

- He is someone who can dish it and can take it, he enjoys some good banter and teasing.

Stretch:

- An Ass. Sgshjssj okay but seriously he likes to use his magic abilities to mess with people, usually it's for little harmless pranks. Like when he formed ghouls with his magic and proceeded to "haunt" his brother the whole day.

- He can and absolutely will spam you with memes at random times, it's his hobby and that's your bonus as a friend!

- He can't have a resting bitch face, it's just too hard for him cause he can't help but have a small smile on his face, even when he's relaxing.

- Likes to say he listens to unique music but BTS is blasting in his headphones.

- He calls anyone he's close with "honey" it's just nice to him, ya know?

- But with a lover, he calls them his little "bumblebee"

- Is the least trusting of the bunch, he's just too anxious and is scared of the possibility of being betrayed, even if the chances are painfully low.

- He's the friend that is just so weird he's unique in his own little way.

- He likes to talk to bees when he sees them. Blue is low-key concerned when he hears him having full on conversations with them.

- He tends to mutter to himself a lot, it's a habit of his. He's mostly making jokes about himself.

Red:

- Chugs his respect women juice everyday. He doesn't play around.

- He's a huge flirt, but even he gets a little shy, it's just not obvious. But if you look close enough, you can't see a faint red hue on his cheeks, it's adorable.

- He's a big softie, but he's just so awkward with his emotions after all he's been through.

- After getting over that initial awkwardness, he's a romantic, but he tends to go for the less cheesy routes.

- He's the most easygoing of the bunch but he still has his tough shell on, he's used to fleeting relationships already.

- He's quite rowdy, too. Sure, he's not the most active but man, he would love to get in some trouble or do a ridiculous prank.

- He usually has a reason for when he does things, just saying he's doing it for no reason is something he does.

- His anger is explosive, but that's only when he really lashes out. Most of the time it's just him being annoyed.

- He can easily sense a person's intent just from their stance, it's what he had to do to survive in the underground, it's just something that stuck with him.

Edge:

- An Ass, Part 2.

- Unlike Stretch, Edge is haughty, he worked his bony ass off to get to where he is and he will gladly own it.

- He also lacks any sort of filter, but his words come out a lot more scathing and harsher.

- He keeps everyone at arm's length and doesn't really bother to get close to them unless they make an effort .

- He's very sassy and can go on for hours debating against anyone, his favourite is Jill with the pathetic excuse for fruit pizza. She's dumb, but she has fire, it's almost respectable. Almost.

- He's snobby and very prickly but it's more so to protect himself from giving into his emotions.

- If by some luck you happen to be his friend, he will absolutely make sure you leave his house feeling stuffed.

- He loves tiny animals, something about them reminds him of simpler times before his life went to shit.

- He also doesn't give a fuck about anyone's opinions but his own... And maybe someone he cares about, big maybe tho.

Black:

- Man, this is the third installment for Another Ass™.

- He actually has the potential to be the smoothest of them all, but he's just so prickly and a butt that it's almost a shame.

- He's very, very competitive. If you offer to play against you... Godspeed. You can almost see the fire in his eyes and he just becomes an entirely different person.

- Though, most of the time, he is pretty level headed. He also is perfect if you want to come to him for advice, he's honest about it but he's not too harsh like Edge.

- He doesn't really have to yell to have people's attention, he's incredibly intimidating.

- He also doesn't really care for romantic relationships all that much. He barely had any relationship in his universe except for a familial one with his brother.

Rus:

- Stoner vibes, but he's not really a stoner lmao.

- He's very relaxed and usually likes to lay down, staring off into nothing.

- The reason why he's so quiet is because he's usually thinking about a lot of things, it's how he expresses himself.

- Likes to call himself an e-boy for the memes. Has the potential for it, though.

- He also likes to go out a lot, doesn't matter for what, he just likes being outside.

- He's less of an ass than Stretch is, but that doesn't mean he won't bully you.

Wine:

- The flirtiest and the smoothest of them all.

- Also probably has an ego that could rival Edge's.

- He has a lot of hobbies as he loves to throw himself into a lot of work only to go on a long, self indulgent break.

- He plays a father figure to all of them and has schedules set for all of them, he is the only one who can wake them up without getting yelled at.. Sometimes.

- He loves to have many talents and will constantly improve on himself.

- What do you mean he's passive aggressive? He's just being honest.

- He is the wisest of them though, and knows how to handle almost every situation perfectly.

- He misuses memes to mess with the others. Truth is, he knows that they are, he just likes embarrassing the boys.

- Also will call them his kids to really mess with them.

Coffee:

- He's quiet, and his facial expression does give off a vibe You'd expect someone like Rus or Black to have.

- It's easy to get him to break out of his shell though, but he's the least emotional of the bunch, so his reactions aren't always going to be what you want.

- He knows he looks innocent, and uses it. More for the fact that he can ask people to give him an offer on this drink or whatever, and they'd do it.

- He loves his games, an absolute gamer god omg.

- He's very impatient and gets pouty sometimes just to really annoy the others as well.

- He also likes making stuff and will gift them to people he cares about, it's all usually woodwork tho.

Thistle:

- He's very soft-spoken, but he can be rather cheeky when he wants to be.

- He's very protective of his brother and it takes time to even have him refer to you as a friend.

- He still retains that laid back attitude that Sans normally has, but Thistle is much, much more observant of all that happens around him.

- He's very generous to those that he cares about, and only those that are close to him.

- He's also a big cat to those that are close to him, usually hanging onto them as they struggle to carry him around, low runbles or laughter leaving him.

- He doesn't really like dark humor after reaching the surface, noticing how some people use it for the wrong reasons. He's more into cheesy puns and lighthearted jokes.

- He likes to tease and have fun, friendly banter every now and then. He finds it a nice break from the stress!

- He loves visually stimulating things, especially the cooking process, there's something about it that just puts his mind at ease.

Chestnut:

- He's very anxious about a lot of things, especially if people look at him for little too long. He's aware why, and he hates it.

- Though, he has been a bit more forgiving to himself, learning to be subtle with his insults.. .well, subtle is a bit of a generous word but stars, his insults can leave you stunned.

- He's very independent, and likes to do things by himself. It fills him with a sense of accomplishment as he does something.

- Chestnut is a no nonsense skeleton. He relies on communication and isn't as forgiving as he seems.

- He's not an ass, but he has no tolerance for people who take advantage of others or hurt others for no reason.

- He's a very tender skeleton, too. He loves to have walks during the autumn season and take photographs of the beautiful scenery. He takes lessons with Rus.

- After all that he's been through, it's kind of hard for him to get attached easily as well, as he's more focused on his needs and well-being first.

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promise - 1 (knj)

Chapter 1: New Year’s Eve

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Summary- It’s NYE and you can’t wait to bring in 2017 surrounded by your friends, but there’s a new cute boy around. You’re intrigued but quickly find out there is it’s no good being cute when he’s literally the most infuriating person you’ve met.

word count- 3.1k

pairing- asshole!Namjoon x Reader (alternatively, edgelord!Namjoon)

rating- PG15

genre- collegeau, roommatesau, enemies2lovers, slow burn, this chapter is platonic fluff(and angst I guess), future angst, fluff and smut

warnings- alcohol consumption, marijuana consumption, Namjoon being an absolute ass, he’s against socialism for a hot second (to rile her up, our Joonie is still woke tho nw), mention of sex, Jungkook’s parents based on my actual best friend’s parents (shoutout to their amazing jello shots!)

a.n- Well, well, well... if it isn’t my simp ass writing another Namjoon series. Love that about me. Get ready for some slow burn and a lot of Namjoon just being annoying! 🥴This is a drabbleish series so most parts will be about 2-3k.

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You were running late. Very late.  With a sigh you watched the street pass you by in a blur, the distant roar of your bus dimmed by the rap music that blasted through your ears. You looked at the group chat to be bombarded by messages.

Jungkook: bro istg if you’re not here in the next ten minutes

Hoseok: HURRY UP! JK IS DOING SHOTS WITH HIS DAD OMFG

Jimin: OMG Y/N. WE’RE GETTING DRUNK WITHOUT YOU

Jungkook: adsdsd duddde u suk wdt syop taling foevr

Yoongi: I’m gonna drink all the whiskey I got from Korea this week if you don’t get your butt over here.

Yoongi: Jieun says hi btw!

The texts continued to devolve into nonsense as you willed the bus to move faster. You were annoyed. Jungkook had planned the new year’s party at his parent’s house, and you were beyond excited to party, having spent the entire winter break stuck at home with your parents as they argued over the smallest things. You tightened your grip around your duffle bag as the bus came to a stop. Trudging through the snow you finally reached the familiar red door of your best friend’s house.

You knocked, taking in the large three-storey suburban house as you waited to be let in, already digging through your backpack for the bottle of tequila you had brought along. If they took any more time to open the door, you were going to start drinking right there on the porch. Before you could uncap your bottle, you were greeted by Jungkook’s dad, the familiar, jolly older man moved his hair out of his eyes as he greeted you.

However, before you could finally get out of the cold, he stopped you, presenting a tray of colourful jello shots.

“Y/N! Penalty for being late. You have to take a shot!” He laughed as you sputtered, his face reddened by what you assumed was alcohol. You had known Jungkook since the two of you were freshmen in university and had routinely stayed with him and his parents during break, but you had never seen Mr. Jeon this drunk. You stood awkwardly, not knowing what to do as he insisted, your friend finally joining him and encouraging you as you tentatively took a shot.

“I changed my mind! One of every colour!” Mr Jeon exclaimed joyously as Jungkook groaned.

“Dad! It’s cold. Let her in!” He whined and thankfully, you were let in. Taking off your shoes and leaving your bag by the door, you ventured into the living room where you saw all your friends. Hoseok leaned where he sat on the couch, his face buried in his phone as he, no doubt, texted his hookup. Jimin danced next to the Christmas tree the Jeons had yet to put away with a glass of liquor as Yoongi played the piano in the corner, cuddling with his girlfriend Jieun. Bubbling warmth swelled your heart as you saw all your favourite people.

“Come on let’s get you a drink!” Jungkook put his arm around you, planting most of his weight on you due to the alcohol raging through his veins as he guided you to the kitchen through the living room. In the kitchen, you were met by the sight of his parents swaying together to Yoongi’s expert piano skills, and a man you didn’t recognize sitting at the breakfast island, talking to Jungkook’s younger sister animatedly, who seemed to be trying to leave the conversation.

Jungkook poured you a rum and coke, easy on the coke, as he made his way to the breakfast bar. You stood next to his sister, making small talk before she excused herself to go to her room. She never stuck around long during these get-togethers. 

When she left, you were left standing awkwardly next to the only stranger at this party. The first thing you noticed was that he was tall. Much taller than all your friends, his dark black hair styled away from his face, a strand falling on his forehead shaped like a comma. He was dressed much like everyone else in dark wash jeans and a navy t-shirt with white leaves outlined on the sleeves, except his jeans fit him almost too perfectly, sculpting his thick thighs. Although he seemed friendly, greeting you with a pretty dimpled smile, your sudden attraction to him made you nervous.

“Hi. I’m Namjoon,” he said, eyeing you from over his cup as he sipped whatever concoction he was drinking.

“Oh shit! I keep forgetting you guys have never met!” Jungkook slurred as he sidled up to the two of you with his stool, leaving you standing between the two sitting boys. “Namjoon and I have been friends for years. I think we probably met the same time you and I did, but I guess we never ended up meeting together?” He ended his statement as a question, and it surprised you. You thought in three years you would have met all of his friends. 

“Well, that and I took a break from school. I was doing an internship in California.” He beamed, clearly proud of his achievement. “I worked at Twitch, you know them?” He smirked, and you had to fight your urge to roll your eyes. Of course, he worked in Cali. You went to a university renowned for its engineering degree and it was the goal of every software engineering student to land an internship in California. Those lucky enough to achieve it used it as social currency and bragging rights. You despise those people. It wasn’t that you weren’t smart enough to land that opportunity, in fact, you were coming off of your internship with Facebook last term, but you always felt flaunting a job to be such an ugly trait. However, Namjoon was Jungkook’s friend and so you let it slide.

“Ah Twitch. Very cool.” you hummed as you drank.

“Yeah. What program are you in?” He asked, continuing the conversation as Jungkook disappeared to talk to his parents, trying to convince them to retire for the night since they had embarrassed him enough.

“Computer science,” you replied non-committedly, watching his face break into a wide smile.

“Oh, that’s so cool! Me too!” He replied excitedly. You had to admit, his smile was very charming and you let your guard down a little more. Maybe he just got influenced by kids in your program to brag about Cali. “I haven’t seen you in any of my classes though! Would’ve remembered you. None of the other compsci girls are this pretty.” He smirked, clearly proud of his flirtatious comment. You narrowed your eyes at him, immediately put off.

“So glad to know you deem me pretty enough to notice.” You rolled your eyes, before grabbing your bottle of tequila and a few disposable shot glasses and making your way to the living room. “Well, it was… okay to meet you. I’m gonna go do shots.”

“Wait! I’m sorry, did I offend you?” he asked, brows furrowed in confusion as he easily caught up to you, walking beside you and even sitting next to you on the floor, as you lined up the glasses to pour the drinks for everyone.

“No it’s cool, dude. We just don’t have anything in common,” you said nonchalantly as the rest of your friends crowded the table, excitedly taking a shot glass in hand as Jungkook waltzed in with a plate full of lime wedges and an intricately expensive-looking salt shaker. Namjoon didn’t say anything as everyone took their shots, but watched you throw back your drink, noticing the small smile that overtook your features as the alcohol from earlier finally started to take effect. 

After a few more shots, the party really started. Although there were only seven people, your rowdy, borderline chaotic group had you laughing. Hoseok was going on some tale about his adventures back home where he ended up at a bar with his high school friends and got the numbers of four girls by doing a disgustingly named muff-diver shot. He bragged about his game, and you burst his bubble by telling him it was really only because he was hot. Something he didn’t take much offence to as he wiggled his eyebrows at you. Namjoon, however, came to Hoseok’s defence, much to your annoyance.

“And how would you know? I doubt Hobi here has used his A+ game on you.” He raised an eyebrow in challenge, making you scoff as you rolled your eyes.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well… you guys are friends, I doubt he would try to pick you up.” He spoke with a logical tone, as he eyed you and Hoseok.

“Oh really? Okay Hobi. Since your game is so great. Let’s see it.” You turned around, staring at your friend next to you. Namjoon leaned back against his hands on the floor, watching the scene unfold with a smirk.

“Really darling? Don’t blame me when you fall for me.” Hoseok moved closer, finishing his drink as you huffed in annoyance. You were in your first stage of drunk, the stage where you got mean for no reason

“Get on with it, loser. Your face is making me drier as we speak.” You waved as Hoseok leaned in, his nose rubbing gently against your ear, his breath on your neck, making you shiver slightly.

“Hey baby, how about you let me take you downstairs and defile you on Jungkook’s Iron Man sheets.” His voice was low, almost a growl. You never thought you would hear Hoseok’s sexy pickup voice and you were sure that if you were someone who had not seen him whine and cling onto you after a few drinks, you’d be putty in his hand. Instead, you burst out laughing, doubling over with your hands on his thighs as tears of mirth filled your eyes. Not one to give up that easily, Hoseok continued.

“See. I’m a funny guy Y/N. Let me eat that pussy!” He couldn’t hold back any longer either, his voice breaking at the word pussy as he too devolved into a fit of laughter. His comment, however, broke Yoongi and Jieun out of their bubble as they looked up from their make out session, looks of horror on their faces.

“Please tell me you did not just say that Hobi!” Jieun chided, her voice shrill.

“That’s fucking disgusting.” Yoongi shivered as he drank more of his whiskey in an attempt to calm himself. Hoseok and you continued laughing at your friends��� reaction, the rest of the group joining in, except Namjoon who seemed to be watching the two of you with raised brows.

“Wait. I don’t get it. That should’ve worked.”

“Yeah dude. Y/N what the fuck? Let me eat that pussy!” Hoseok grabbed you by the shoulders, shaking you while screaming at your face, between giggles.

“Oh my god. I’m gonna get a stomach ache. Stop!” you wheezed, before turning to Namjoon. “Sorry dude. I’ve literally helped Hobi pee once. There’s no going back to sexy when you see him whine about forgetting how urinating works.”

“Yeah and no offence babe, but you literally had your hands on my dick and it was flaccid as hell.”

“You guys are weirdly close,” Namjoon commented, his face scrunched as he assessed you and Hoseok.

“You think they’re close, you should see her and Jungkook. They even slept together!” Jimin remarks finally sitting down after dancing by himself for the past twenty minutes.

“And it was fucking horrible. High five!” Jungkook leans over the coffee table to slap his hand against yours, the two of you giggling.

“What kind of incestuous group is this?” Namjoon remarked, sipping his drink before turning to you where he watched you leaned over the table as you still slapped your hand against Jungkook’s to the beat of the music. “So when’s my turn?”

“Excuse me?” You recoil away from Namjoon, almost jumping in Hoseok’s lap. Oh here it was; stage two of your drunk persona, anger. You felt it coursing in your veins at his insinuation. “Who the fuck do you think I am?”

“Apparently the group dick toucher.” He smirked again, that annoying lopsided smile that made his one dimple deepen in his cheek. “I promise I won’t be flaccid like Hobi was.”

“Okay! Y/N and I are going on a walk!” Hoseok exclaimed as he saw your fist clenched. He knew you were ten seconds away from punching Namjoon in the face, and he put his arms around your waist and easily hoisted you up, walking you to the front door.

“Hobi I swear to god, I’m gonna murder him.” You glared at Namjoon as he returned your heated stare with an easy smile and a wave.

“I know babe. So we’re going on a walk. Let’s go pick up some food, yeah?”

The two of you walked around the block to the nearest McDonalds, picking up an assortment of cheeseburgers and chicken nuggets for the party, even getting Namjoon what he wanted, despite your burning desire that he starve to death. By the time, you returned to the party and took a couple more shots you were sufficiently cheered up. Hoseok had that affect on you, calming your mood with his jokes and anecdotes. 

Cuddled with Hoseok as you sat between his legs on the couch, the two of you shared a vape as you let the weed settle in your bones with a mellow buzz. Jimin sat in front of you on the floor, leaning against you as you ran your hands through his hair, enjoying the soft fluff. You were so glad that he had decided to forego his usual hair wax today. You felt like you were in utter bliss, your annoyance with Namjoon long forgotten. That is until you tuned into his conversation with Jungkook - not that you had any choice, because even though he seemed to be talking to Jungkook, his eyes were pointed at you.

“I’m just saying capitalism is the reason you’re sitting here in this nice home. People who can’t afford healthcare or education just need to work harder. That’s how life works.” Namjoon sipped his drink, raising an eyebrow at you, and you decidedly ignored his baiting. It was like he was trying to get you mad on purpose. You didn’t understand his gameplan. Why couldn’t he just let you enjoy bringing in 2017 like an adult?

“Dude… why are we even talking about this?” Jungkook groaned, face scrunching in distaste.

“I’m just saying people shouldn’t look for a handout when there are literally thousands of skills they could learn to make their lives easier. Why are we using our tax dollars for the lazy?” Namjoon shrugged nonchalantly, his gaze boring holes into you as you stared him down. Oh curse your stupid resolve, why did this fucker know you so well, you literally just met! Before you could stop yourself, you were speaking.

“I’m sorry, are you stupid? That is literally the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. Education and healthcare are a human right!” Your voice was louder than usual, startling Hoseok and Jimin as you suddenly stood up, walking over to where a smug looking Namjoon and a confused Jungkook sat on the floor.

“I’m not, but you must be, to not realize that we could invest in teaching people skills to make money instead of just giving them money. Don’t tell me you’re a communist.” He sipped his drink, his eyes dancing with mirth, relishing the fact that he had gotten you to argue. And argue you did, for over an hour, the room forgotten as the two of you discussed social policies and taxation laws, ignoring Jungkook’s protests (“We live in a social democracy!”). You could feel the fire in your veins as you raised your voice, while he calmly discussed the matter at hand. Even though Namjoon was the most infuriating person you had ever met, the fact that he kept up with your arguments was extremely satisfying. Your friends knew you were the kind of person to debate a point until all the sides were uncovered so they would never start an argument with you, and as much as you hated Namjoon, you loved that he was such a great sparring partner.

“Oh my god! Shut the fuck up!” Jimin yelled suddenly, breaking you and Namjoon out of your bubble, as you looked at your usually bubbly friend, staring daggers at you. You sheepishly apologized, just as the countdown began.

Everyone stood and you followed suit. However the alcohol in your body decided to catch up as you stumbled, instinctively grabbing on to Namjoon’s arm to not fall over. As you’ve started to realize is his ammo, he one-upped you, putting his arm around your waist and pulling you into his chest. Fuck, why does it feel so nice and firm?

The countdown got closer to one and you felt trapped by his gaze, an intense look in his eye as he smirked at you. His eyes travelled from your eyes to your lips and you felt as if your chest was getting tighter.

“Three!” your friends yelled, but your mouth felt too dry to speak up. You licked your lips and Namjoon’s smirk widened. Why did you find his arrogant face so attractive all of a sudden? You wanted to punch him not two seconds ago!

“Two!” He started to lean in and despite yourself, you started anticipating his lips on yours. 

“One!” Suddenly, your earlier resolve kicked in. No dude who insulted you all night was going to touch you. You pushed him off turning around to Jungkook.

“Happy New Year!” You pulled your best friend towards you by his collar, giving him a loud peck on the lips as everyone cheered. Jungkook smiled, pulling you into a hug and jostling you around, giving you a chance to catch the dumbfounded look on Namjoon’s face.

You hugged all of your friends in turn, and when Namjoon, still with his mouth slightly ajar, looked at you expectantly, you raised your hand to him with a smug smile. You kind of felt bad for the way he deflated before he shook your hand, but before you could dwell too much on that feeling, he tugged you closer.

“Well played,” he whispered in your ear, his breath ghosting your neck, and you felt heat rising up your neck. You pulled away with a scowl and before he could say anything else, your phone pinged, the screen lit with the last name you wanted to see.

Taehyung (3 messages)

Oh great. What did the fuck did he want?

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The Mysterious Case: Part 2

Pairing: Derek Morgan x reader

Warnings: Cursing, violence, there’s a part where she imagines Derek in the room with her. It’s short?

A/N: Okay If you guys want another part let me know. If you have any requests I would love to bring them to life. Send me anything you got.

The sun illuminated a deep orange glow enveloping the two girls, clearly tipsy dancing together. The music blasted as Derek watched from the driver’s seat of the pontoon, smiling as he took a sip of his beer. He stood coming to join them at the front, Y/N was oblivious but Garcia saw him not saying a word about his attack. Derek came up snatching y/n up in his arms laughing as she squeals trying to grip onto him as he spins her around. 

“You guys are too cute” Garcia laughs as Derek sat y/n down nuzzling into her cheek. “God you guys make me feel so single.” 

“You could always join us” Y/N joked reaching her hands out for Garcia, who took them. Y/N gave her friend a wink causing Garcia to laugh. Derek just shook his head at his girls, they were a handful but he wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Derek leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, it was the only way he could stop the tears, he was too late. A hand gently touched him and he peaked an eye open, it was Penelope. She gave him a broken smile, she was trying to reassure him, to calm him but she herself was faltering. 

He reached for her hand and gave it a squeeze, a silent promise that no matter what they had each other, they wouldn’t go through this alone. She was thankful. 

Derek stayed behind as Hotch and Reid went to go check out the body. He couldn’t bring himself to go, he couldn’t subject himself to the pain of seeing her splayed open, if it was her.

Derek was slowly giving up, slowly breaking. He was beginning to mourn her, even without fully knowing. He was broken and that’s what the kidnapper wanted. 

“Would you give me permission to do some digging on y/ns sealed files?” Garcia asks from beside Derek. He looked over and thought for a moment. 

These files could hold things he himself didn’t even know about her, he didn’t want to snoop in her past private affairs especially knowing his own but if it would help. 

“Yeah, go ahead. I just hope it helps” he gave her a sullen smile, and her face fell. She hated seeing her chocolate thunder in such pain and especially being able to do nothing about it. She promised she’d call if she found anything useful and left Derek alone in the conference room. 

Derek sauntered into the conference room not paying any mind. He was met by something firm, he heard papers drop and then a curse. He looked to see a woman scrambling to pick up papers. 

He bent down and started to help her, “I’m so sorry I wasn’t watching where I was going” she says piling the papers and folders back into her arms. 

He smiled, “no I’m sorry, I haven’t seen you around here, and I’d definitely remember seeing you. I’m Derek by the way” 

Her cheeks burned ruby red as a small smile spread across her face, “I’m Y/N, Y/N L/N” once the papers were gathered, Derek was the first to stand and offered a hand to her, and she took it. 

“It’s nice to meet you Y/N” she smiled, liking the way her name rolled off his tongue, it was almost sinful. “I guess I’ll be seeing you around more?”

“Possibly Mr. Morgan” he chuckled, Mr. Morgan was a first for him but he liked it. 

Derek smiled. That was one of his favorite memories or her, how small she looked, how timid she was. She was by far either of those things, she was strong, independent, determined and stubborn. 

Y/n had volunteered herself as bait for the unsub, she stood on the stage in the bar people had been disappearing. 

She gripped the mic waiting for the music to start as Derek looked over at Emily “do we know if she can even sing?” He asked, causing Emily to shrug. 

The music started and she waited for her mark. Derek was floored when he heard her voice, he looked across the table at Emily who looked just as shocked. 

“I hate it when dudes try to chase me, but I love it when you try to save me ‘cause I’m just a lady” she looked at Derek with hooded eyes, as the song continued however she gained confidence locking his eyes. 

Derek was mesmerized, he almost didn’t see the movement out of the corner of his eye. The unsub moved closer to the stage but Y/N didn’t miss a beat, she smiled and looked down at the unsub. 

He’d noticed the two agents closing in on him and looked for an escape but y/n didn’t let that happen, oh no she dive bombed the man straddling his back as she put him in handcuffs. That was the night Derek knew he wanted her bad. 

The phone in the conference room rang, Derek sighed and leaned forward to answer it. “Hello?” There was hesitation on the other end. 

“Derek” Hotch says from the other line, no emotion. Derek sat up in his seat, ready for the worst. “It wasn’t her” his eyes closed as he let out a breath. He gave Hotch a thanks and hung up. Standing, his feet led him to Y/Ns desk, pictures of her and Daisy littered the top. His favorite however was the one he’d taken. Y/N and Daisy were in matching plaid pajamas sitting on the stairs of her front porch. Y/N had pictures of the team as well, he looked over them all remembering each happy memory. 

“I found something!” Garcia screams bursting into the bullpen, catching Derek's attention. “She has a restraining order on some guy named Ryan Jacobs” She slaps the file down on the desk. Derek looks over the order. “He’s violated the order twice” 

“Baby girl I could kiss you right now,” this was the lead they had been looking for, Derek pulled her into a hug, holding her tight. She returned the hug just as tight. They pulled away from one another and Derek wasted no time in relaying the information to Hotch. 

-

Y/N was tired, covered in blood, and cold so very cold. Her voice was forgotten, and her head hung low, she was giving up. Not even imagining Derek beside her telling her she was strong wasn't helping anymore. “You’re seriously gonna give up right now?” He said pacing in front of her.

“You’re not real” Her voice managed to make out. She looked up at the large man in front of her, his arms crossed over his chest, he stared into her eyes. 

“I’m as real as you need me to be baby” He crouches down, gripping at her chin. “You just gotta hold on a little more sweetheart, for me” she tried to shake her head but pain irradiated throughout her body, causing her to wince. 

Out of the corner of her eyes she saw her kidnapper, he rounded into her line of sight. “Look at you, I think you finally broke.” He yanked her hair back, she whimpered, eyes moving to look at the image of Derek standing in the corner of the dingy room he was shaking his head.

Y/N wished this was over, that he would just kill her. “Why don’t you just kill me.”

 Ryan started to laugh, “Why? I finally have you” He twisted a piece of her hair in his fingers. “That boyfriend of yours doesn’t deserve you, no, you’re too good for him doll” 

“You’re right, he’s nothing compared to you” she agreed with him, Ryan smiled and continued to play with her hair. He pressed his lips against hers, she sat still letting him do what he wanted. 

“You seriously gonna let him defile you like this?!” The image of Derek screams, gesturing at Ryan. “Come on y/n!” 

She jerked away from Ryan, using her forehead to jam into his nose with a loud crunch. “Fucking bitch” he screams holding his nose. He growled, storming away y/n would surely pay for that later. 

“You’re doing great sweetheart, I’ll be here soon” Derek's image stepped forward right before she felt a pain at the back of her head and her world went dark. 

-

The team made their way inside of the abandoned warehouse, clearing each and every room they came across. None held who they were looking for. They searched the whole warehouse, they found Ryan first who decided to bolt, half the team went after him while Hotch and Derek. 

Y/n sat in tied to the metal chair as Derek closed in, “y/n?” He got in front of her but she didn’t dare look up. 

“Stop, you’re not real” her voice was small, and cracked as she talked. 

“Nah baby it’s really me” Derek said reaching around her to untie her, she slumped down into his arms. “Come on Imma getcha out of here” he lifts her up in his arms walking out. 

The light burned y/n's eyes, it was something she hasn’t seen in days. She hid her face in Derek’s neck, taking in his scent and warmth, this was real. She broke down, tears falling into the crease of his neck. He sat her down on the edge of the open ambulance. The EMTS made quick work of checking her out. 

Derek watched, rubbing his head. He looked over to see Ryan being shoved into the back of a car, good, Derek thinks to himself. 

Y/n glances over at Derek, he catches her and gives a small smile taking her glance as an invitation to come over. “How’re you feeling?” He asks, taking her smaller hand into his, giving a gentle reassuring squeeze. 

“Like shit” she says, a small smile on her face which falters slightly causing Derek to raise an eyebrow, “this is real?” 

It hurt him a little, at her broken state. He gave her a small forlorn smile, “yeah sweetheart, this is real. We’re all here.” He slowly reached out to cup her cheek, he made no fast movements and let her decide if it was okay which she did as she leaned against the palm of his hand. 

Y/n definitely had a long recovery up ahead and even after. still might not be the same, that was something Derek didn’t mind because with her he was in it for the long haul. 

Hotch watched the two from a distance, “you know they’re actually really cute” Emily said coming up beside him. Hotch nodded, staying silent. 

“You think she’ll come back?” Reid asks, glaring at the sun in his eyes. The future was uncertain regarding the return of their team member, though they wanted nothing more than to have her back, none of them would blame her for leaving.

“Oh come on it’s her, of course she’ll come back” JJ said looking over at the couple, who were soaking in each other. Clearly so in love, so mesmerized by one another. 

Derek rubbed her cheek with his knuckles, his thumb lingering on her temple. “Only time will tell” Rossi spoke, grabbing the attention of the team. 

Hotch smiled to himself, “she’ll be back” if the team knew her at all it was that she couldn’t stay away at least not long. The BAU was your home, the team was her family whom she loved with all her heart. Y/N looked over to see the team staring and gave them a small smile, one they all returned. “yeah, she’ll be back” 

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Piers Nivans x F!Reader (Platonic): Friend like Me

(No Warnings, Fluff) 

Maine, USA 

Working in the BSAA wasn’t the first job you had, but it certainly was the most difficult. Especially keeping up with all the paperwork you had to do. You had one best friend in this joint, and it was Piers. Piers being only 10 years younger than you, he was one of the wisest men you had ever met. You two had known each other since he first joined the BSAA, you got along incredibly well, you would pull pranks on your fellow colleagues including Chris Redfield. 

You had always wanted a little brother when you were a kid but you were an only child. When Piers joined the BSAA, it was like your dream had come true, he was the little brother you never had. And for Piers, having you, was like the big sister he always wanted, someone to look up to and someone to be inspired by. 

You and Piers hadn’t been on a night out together in a long time and you two needed to catch up, so on a Friday evening, just as you were about to go home for the night to take some time off during the weekend, you walked over to Piers who was shuffling papers around on his desk. A dark blue coffee mug half empty sat next to his computer, which left a coffee stain on the wood. He huffed getting frustrated that he couldn’t find an important document which he needed to give to Chris reporting on the last mission they had dealt with. Standing over the desk throwing papers around and accidentally knocking some pens and pencils off the desk and onto the carpet, he noticed you were looking over at him with an eyebrow raised. You had never seen a desk so cluttered and normally he was very tidy most importantly when it was to do with work. 

“You alright there?” You let out a giggle putting a hand on your hip. He lifted his head and looked over at you, “Not really.” He let out a small, anxious laugh. “Have you seen my report anywhere?” He asked with a hopeful look on his face. 

“No, unfortunately.” You shook your head walking over to him, he sat back down and slumped into his chair, the seat creaking as he did so, leaning his head back. “Damn ..” He muttered under his breath. 

“You look like you could use a night out. Let’s go, I’m buying drinks.” You spoke up, excitement in your voice, sitting on the side of his oak office desk. 

“I can’t (Y/N), I have to find this report by tomorrow.” He groaned in annoyance that his report was still missing and it was very important to him that he’d get it in on time. 

“Oh c’mon little bro, it’ll be fun! You never know, you might meet a cute girl.” You gave him a few winks and nudged him in the shoulder with your elbow. He could never say no to you especially when alcohol was involved, so he cleared his throat, sitting up in his chair and answered, “Okay okay alright, I’ll come.” You jumped up from the desk with a big smile on your face. 

“But, don’t you want to change first?” You asked, stifling a laugh, pointing at him still in his BSAA uniform as he stood up, tucking his chair under the desk. “Wouldn’t want to make all the cute girls cry now would you?” Your own joke made yourself laugh, you both loved to annoy each other but never took it personally, being friends with Piers is always a blast, knowing you could make any type of joke and he wouldn’t be phased by it, instead he’d just make another joke possibly worse than your own. 

He mocked your laugh, “Funny, besides, girls love a man in uniform.” He pushed your shoulder playfully. 

“If you say so, Nivans.” You slid on your jacket and both walked out of the office turning out the lights and leaving the building. Since neither of you were going to drive due to the multiple tequila shots and dancing you both had planned to do, you decided to call a taxi. Your memory went into a flashback as you looked out the window at the dark city outside, the lights from multiple buildings and skyscrapers lit up the night sky. The air felt fresh but cold, normally how it felt after a heavy rainfall. The scenery reminded you of your childhood, being a city girl wasn’t easy, even when it came to finding an apartment and having a low income but you smiled at how far you had come in life, and meeting all of your friends including Piers when you joined the BSAA. 

The taxi parked up outside a very popular bar, you could hear the music pounding and the people singing along, all of them were drunk as you could tell by the terrible singing impressions they were all doing. After paying the driver, you both walked inside the building, colourful lights of red, blue, pink and green flashing like a seventies disco, you were eager to start drinking and the party girl inside of you needed to come out. 

“Shots first?” You turned to face Piers who had already started drinking from a bottle of Corona beer he had just ordered while you were too busy observing. 

He stopped drinking, the tip of the bottle still on his mouth and looked at you. Looks like getting drinks was a good idea after all. You laughed as he apologised for getting a drink before you. 

“Don’t sweat it lil bro.” You ruffled his light brown hair and walked over to the bar and ordered six tequila shots and brought them to a little table he was sat at. It was a little booth with red leather-type seating, the table had things carved into the light wood, most of it was either names of people or just random profanities. There was a window next to the booth with curtains pulled back. 

He put his beer down and set it aside onto a coaster and took 3 full shot glasses and put them in front of him, you following his actions. 

“Whoever drinks them all quicker, has to pick a random stranger and tell them something embarrassing.” He said with a smirk on his face. 

“Alright, you’re on!” Your confidence showing, knowing he’d lose. You were a faster drinker than he was and he was one hundred percent sure he’d win every single time. You both came up with weird pranking ideas to set on random strangers, all just for shits and giggles, some get angry and some don’t, but it makes funny memories to tell your friends. 

Holding your first shot glass in your hand you both looked each other in the eye, making silly facial expressions. 

“3, 2 ... 1!” As soon as he said ‘one’, you both inhaled each shot, obviously, you beating him as you did in the past. He made a disgusted face, he hated the flavour of tequila but it was worth it seeing him shudder from the aftertaste. 

“Oh my god that’s nasty stuff. Are you trying to kill me?” He said in a dramatic tone, sounding like a teen girl. 

Laughing at him and his reaction you put your fingers in the shape of an ‘L’ against your forehead, chanting “Loser! Loser!” 

“No fair, you cheated!” He pushed the empty shot glasses away and took back his half full beer, which was surprisingly still cold. 

“Yeah, yeah, Mister Slowpoke, now go find a stranger to irritate.” Getting up from your seat you pulled him up from the booth and pushed him on the back to the dance floor. 

“But- what if-” He started, you interrupted him before he could finish his sentence, still pushing him towards the hoard of people. 

“It’ll be fine dude, now go!” He stood up straight and straightened his uniform going over to a group of girls who were grouped together dancing to the beat coming out of the pounding speakers. You went and quickly sat back down in the booth and smiled, observing, you were secretly trying to hook him up with a nice girl since he hadn’t had a date in a long time and you wanted to give him that little boost, but, like he said, girls love a man in uniform. He must’ve said something embarrassing to the girl because she found it hilarious from her drunken laugh that you could hear through the crowd of people.

Either way, what you could see from your view, he was doing very well, you saw a brunette girl in a blue skater dress take his hand and lead him to the middle of the room, both of them had cheesy smiles on their faces and that’s when you knew you did a perfect job. 

“I knew he could do it. My work here is done.” You said to yourself, proud that you were able to help him even if it was without his knowledge, you took his beer that he left and drank the rest of it. This would be a great story to tell to your colleagues tomorrow. 

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Wild Child || Part 2 (Billy Hargrove x  Reader)

Disclamer: as mentioned in my last post, I have decided to continue my fic “Wild Child” (which was actually finished after part 8). And yes I know we’re all horny and y’all just wanna get to the kinky stuff (I see you) but maybe give it a try and also check out the previous story to kinda get the pre-story behind all of this. Or at least read part 1 of this you kinky fucks :D

Warnings: language, smut, 18+, nsfw, smoking, drinking, drugs

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„You're late.“

„Yeah sorry had to drop off my sister at the Wheeler's house and Karen was nice enough to offer me a drink.“ Billy answered while stepping through the door, quickly following you into the kitchen to that fridge full of beer you had promised him earlier. „Dude, stop calling her Karen it's gross.“

„Hey there's nothing I can do. I feel like she really wants me to call her Karen, y/n. Can't deny a woman her deepest darkest desires.“ „Ew Hargrove shut up. I swear to god if you're really going to screw Nancy Wheeler's mom I'm gonna lose all my respect for you. And I don't have too much of that to begin with.“

„You can't deny that she's kinda hot. Also, what can I do she's really asking for it. Must be a very unsatisfying marriage.“

„I'm not gonna comment any further on this...but maybe go see a therapist about those mommy issues.“ you commented snarky, handing Billy a half rack of beer from the fridge.

„Oh fuck off y/n.“

„Love you too. Come on, we're going to the basement. The stereo down there is way better. I need you to check out some of the new releases I took from work.“

-

You were lying on the old leather couch staring at the wodden ceiling while „Raise Hell“ by Anthrax was blasting through the speakers of the Panasonic stereo. You quickly sat up as you heard a familiar noise.

„Hey Hargrove, quit going through my stuff!“

„So this is where you hide your weed, huh?“ the curly haired boy replied, not even bothering to look at you while he continued to go through the small drawer in the corner of the room.

„Amongst other things, yeah.“ you got up from the couch, your naked feet touching the fuzzy carpet-floor as you walked over to Billy, quickly snatching the cigarette case, which contained all of your pre-rolled joints, from his hands.

„So you really weren't lying about that porn collection.“ Billy sounded a bit surprised as he spotted the several vhs tapes behind a few bottles of Jack Daniel's.

„Told you so.“ you mubled while trying to light the joint between your lips, those matches were definitely ancient. „Don't underestimate me.“

„I could never. But let me help you with that.“, the curly haired boy fished a zippo from the pocket of his tight Levi's jeans and put on the flame in front of your face while licking his lips.

„Thanks.“ you mumbled with a devilish grin, while inhaling the smoke and blowing it into Billy's face.

„You're welcome.“ he replied, taking the joint from your lips.

„Didn't think I was sharing that.“ „Well now you are. So, y/n you wanna get drunk and stoned while watching some porn or were you just talking shit earlier?“

„I’m never talking shit, Hargrove. Here how about this one: Shana Grant plays a singer who must overcome her corrupt manager, who himself is involved with the mob. Well if this doesn't sound like fun. It better be good I payed 5$ for that.“

„It sure does. I wonder what will happen.“ Billy joked as he made himself comfortable on the couch, opening another beer. „Put it on then.“

-

„Well she really is working hard on overcoming that corrupt manager.“ you chuckled while taking another sip from the bottle of Jack, putting out a cigarette in the ashtray in front of you. Your head was starting to feel kinda dizzy, but you would never admit that. At least not until Billy would do the same. You lurked over to the blonde boy sitting next to you on the floor, trying to observe his movements as inconspicuous as possible.

“It's a tough business.” Billy replied, chuckling as well. He had his arms streched out on the leather couch behind you guys, his  red shirt was almost completely unbuttoned, as usual. “Can I help you y/n?”. God dammit. You really were shit at observing people when you're drunk.

“Nope all good.” you replied while stretching yourself across Billy's lap to reach for another can of beer from the half rag that was placed to the boy's right. You could feel his eyes on you as you slowly moved back onto your place, your crop top riding up and allowing him to catch a short glimpse of your boobs.

“Can I help you?” you returned the question while raising an eyebrow.

“Nope all good. That's a very nice shirt though.”

Even though you knew what he was refering to, it really was a nice shirt. It had Metallica's Ride the Lightning cover on it and you had cutten off the sleves and turned it into a crop top. However, it had gotten a bit shorter than expected which meant that it was now barely covering your chest. But you really couldn't be bothered with that kind of stuff anyway.

“So what do you say y/n. Was it worth spending 5 bucks on this?”, Billy drew your attention back to the TV that was still playing the VHS tape.

“All in all yeah. However, I must say that they look kinda bored from time to time. If I'd wanna see that I'd set up a camcorder in the Sam Goody's storage room.”

Your last comment caused the curly haired boy to burst out laughing, “And I thought I was having a hard time. But you're right they do look kinda bored, which is a pity. Looks like a lot of fun.” he hummed the last part in your ear while putting his arm around your shoulder.

You blamed it on being drunk and stoned but his actions actually caused your whole body to shiver with excitement for a split second. Wow you really were gonna give in to him that easy? That'd be a new record.

“It does. Although, I think I'd look less bored.” you replied, taking another sip from your beer and trying to stay focused on the small TV.

“I bet you would y/n. It's such a shame that all these losers you hook up with don't seem to know how to treat you right.” Billy muttered with his husky voice while taking a deep pull from his cigarette, throwing back his head to release the smoke into the air.

“Well thanks for your condolences Hargrove. And you think you'd do it better? Some of that stuff looks kinda hard.”, you taunted while gesturing your head towards the TV, your body now being turned towards Billy.

“We both know I will.” the curly haired boy leaned towards you, only to put out his cigarette in the ashtray behind your back while spotting a dirty grin on his face. You could feel his hot breath on your skin, your heart rate rising at the thought of all the things you'd like him to do to you right now.

“Don't dissapoint me then.” your words were nothing but a low hum but they were enough for Billy to press his lips onto yours within a heartbeat. Although it had been a while since you last hooked up together, the feeling was more than familiar. You both knew exactly how to move to push each others buttons, your kisses were nothing but a constant fight for dominance. You quickly got rid of your crop top while Billy was taking off his shirt only to meet his lips again seconds later. The tall blonde trailed his kisses across your neck, suddenly burying his teeth in your flesh, causing you to hiss. Billy pulled away from you spotting his usual cocky grin while sticking out his tongue.

“You need to get out of these pants if we wanna try what we just saw.”, he advised teasing.

“Ditto.” you replied with a wink. “And just so that you know,” you began while getting rid of your tight black leggings, “When I say it would be fun to try what we just saw I mean all of it.”

“You dirty slut.” Billy groaned while grabbing you by the throat, pushing your back into the cold wodden wall. You wrapped your legs around his waist while holding onto him by his neck as he pushed inside you. You could feel Billy's back muscles tightening as he began to thrust into you with full speed. “Fuck.” you moaned.

“Like it when I fuck you like that y/n?”

“Fuck yes.”

You knew you wouldn't last long if he continued at this pace but before you could say anything Billy pulled out of you, moving a step back while slowly letting you slide down the wall. You smirked at him, licking across your lips before sliding your tongue up his throbbing cock, the taste of yourself mixed with pre-cum meeting your lips. Billy let out a deep growl before grabbing you by the hair, forcing himself all the way into your mouth. The fact that you didn't even gag caused him to grin “You're such a dirty girl, way too good for anybody in this town- fuck y/n”. His words were could off as you began to deep throat him, slowly at first but then getting more and more messy, all while keeping eye contact with the curly haired boy. Billy's moans were music in your ears, you loved to be the one dominating him, especially since it seemed like something that was rather new to him.

“Get on the couch.” Billy hissed out of breath while pulling your hair. You did as you were told but not before slowly sucking on his tip one final time. “What? Can't handle me pretty boy?” you teased smirking while slowly walking past him towards the couch.

“You better save that attitude for later.” The tall blonde growled as he followed you, “Get on your knees.”

Billy quickly positioned himself behind you, firmly grabbing your hips. You could feel your own arousal dripping down your thighs, as you waited for him to finally push into you again. “You're always so wet for me,” Billy hummed against your core, causing your legs to start shaking “And you taste so damn sweet.”

You could feel him adjust himself at your entrance, the tip of his cock teasing you for what felt like forever.

“When did you become such a fucking tease, Hargrove?”, you groaned.

“What was that?”

“You heard me the first time. Just fuck me already.”

“You want me to fuck you, y/n?”

“Yes Billy pl- fuck.” This time it was you being could off as the tall blonde smacked into you, causing you to gasp.

“Like that?” he continued to tease as he began moving in a steady rhythym, “Or faster?”, Billy adjusted his speed at his last words.

“Faster...fuck Billy...fuck me harder.” You cried out, while the curly haired boy was continously hitting your sweet spot. You could feel your body tightening while you got closer and closer to your orgasm.

“Do you want me to pull out?” Billy growled while breathing heavily.

“No...just cum in my ass.”

Billy hummed at those words “So you really wanna try everything we just saw.”

He slowly pulled out of you, your whole body aching at the sensation of being left wanting more, just before he carefully pushed inside of you from behind, causing both of you to gasp.

“Fuck y/n I'm not gonna last much longer.”

“Just fuck me Billy..please.”

You did not need to tell him twice, after giving you some time to adjust to this new feeling he began to move with a steady rhythym, slightly fastening his pace.

“Fuck Billy...you feel so good.”, you had tried anal before but that was while being drunk at a party with some dude that clearly didn't know what he was doing, but the feeling of Billy fucking you from behind was something you'd never experienced before.

You're whole body was shaking and you could feel your lower abdomen tightening as you got closer and closer to your high.

“Fuck Billy I'm gonna cum.” You managed to cry out right before your orgasm rushed over you like a crashing wave, you buried your sweaty face and palms into the leather couch while moaning loudly.

This sensation caused Billy to let a fitlhy moan escape from his lips as he came inside of you, making sure to fill you up with every drip of his cum, before pulling out and collapsing on the couch.

The two of you had to take a few moments before either of you could say something. Both still breathing heavily, while sliding down onto the floor, trying to process everything that had just happened.

“So y/n, you're still not sure if I'd do better than those guys in the movie?” Billy chuckled out of breath while putting his jeans back on and lighting a cigarette.

“I'll think about it.” you replied dry while following his example.

“We're a really good team.” “Yeah a team of drunk and stoned idiots.”

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Coffee Stains: Part III

» Summary: You were dragged into going to the concert but the harsh reality of his career was only pushing you away.

» Pairing: Moonbin x Reader

» Genre: fluff

» Words: 3.2k

» Part 1 | Part 2

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"Why did you change your mind (Y/N)? You jealous we're all going without you?" Your sister said from behind your left shoulder.

"Why would I be jealous, I never heard of any of these artist." You snipped. "I had nothing better to do."

"You could of hung out with your new boyfriend."

"He's at work."

"He must be blind if he's dating you." Your sister laughed.

"I can't wait for you to meet him and then you can ask him yourself." You smirked. She has no idea.

Even though this concert was the last place you wanted to be, you were curious seeing him from a different view. You probably had no chances of speaking to him but at least you could see what he did for a living.

....

This was the last place you wanted to be right now. You have never been to a concert where you have heard so much screaming in your life. Why were they all screaming anyway? The stage was empty with set up crew. They were getting excited from just the music blasting through the speakers as they blurted every word. You kept thinking that you should of just stayed home but the curiosity was killing you. You wanted to see Moonbin from a different view. How the fans see him rather then the dorky boy with an ugly stain on his shirt, the boy splashing you from the pool and the boy embarrassed by your over protective mother. It all seemed like a dream.

The arena was big and had plenty of filled seats. You were on the balcony to the right of the stage. It was pretty far but it still had a good view of the stage.

"I can't wait to see Eunwoo in person." Your sister squeaked.

"Whose your favorite?" You asked your sisters friend.

"I like MJ, the loud one." She giggled.

"Oh they have boy band roles too?" You asked innocently.

"They aren't called boy bands, this isn't the 90's." Your sister snipped.

"They are boys in a band, there's nothing wrong with that." You defended. "I was a huge fan of one direction."

"Kpop groups are nothing like one direction."

"Okay relax, I was just interested learning about them that's all."

"You are just mocking us, I know how you are." Your sister glared.

"No I mean it, I wouldn't be here otherwise."

"She has a point." Your sisters friend cut in.

"Okay fine, what do you want to know?" Your sister played along, still suspicious.

"What was the one member you like with the weird name?" You asked.

"Eunwoo?"

"No the other one?" You reeled in.

"Moonbin?"

"Yeah him." You tried not to sound obvious. "What's he like?"

"I knew you thought he was cute." She smiled. "He's the lead performer of the group."

"Boy can dance." What's her name came in.

"Oh so he's a dancer, interesting." You know you just met him but the sad thing was your little sister knew more about him than you did.

"He's also a vocalist, he has such a beautiful voice."

"I'm gonna go get us some drinks." Your mother got up. "(Y/N) can you help me please?"

"Yeah." You got up following your mother.

From all the people that filled up the seats, you wouldn't think these lines would be so long.

"Maybe I'll get your sister a souvenir." She pointed to the merchandise table. You saw a shirt with the boys faces on them.

"Have you seen any of these artist before?" You asked getting worried from the fact your mother even spoke to Moonbin last night.

"I took her to her BTS concert, they aren't here are they? I think I would know them once I see them, especially with these." She held up her binoculars."

"Why do you have those?"

"To see the stage better." She said like it was obvious.

"Mom I need some advice." You started and you had her attention. "What if I started dating a celebrity but I didn't even know he was a celebrity."

"He's obviously not a celebrity to you then."

"But he's from a different country."

She arched her eyebrows at you not believing a word you were saying which was your expected reaction. She just shook it off and continued looking up front.

"Mom?"

"You and your sister pretending to date these cute Korean boys is starting to concern me."

"But mom I'm not making this up. You know I don't listen to kpop."

"But you wanted to come to the concert?"

"Forget it." You walked away. It was useless. You wouldn't believe it yourself if you heard the crazy news. Maybe you should just go home, you didn't want to see him differently anyway. Or better yet, this relationship probably won't last much longer as far as you're concerned, he was on tour so he would be gone in a few days.

Once the concert started the lobby was completely empty as the screams and muffled sound of music was only a few inches away sealed away from one double door. The noise would instantly get louder once the door was opened revealing a couple of girls rushing to use the bathroom.

This place was huge, and the more you walked down the strip you could see yourself getting tangled up in this hell hole of a maze. If you still didn't have your ticket in your pocket you probably wouldn't even find your seat. You walked down the staircase as you already circled the top floor and started your round on the bottom floor. This was what boredom looked like. You could still hear the faint voices of some girl group performing that you were thinking that they had to be last or something. Unless you were wasting time slower then you thought.

You heard laughing coming from down the hall with a chain blocking your enternece that was clearly forbidden. It must be where all the dressing rooms were. You could see guards outside each door so you knew that wasn't happening and let out a loud sigh.

"Everything alright miss?" Some big tall bulky guy addressed you that was stereotypically a security guard.

"Yeah. I just don't feel very good."

"Do you need a medic?" He was friendly at least.

"No thank you, I think I'm just getting a little claustrophobic. My family's still inside unless I would go home." You lied your ass off.

"There's a smoking area a little down that way if you need some air. I'm pretty sure it's empty."

"Thank you." You smiled.

"Do you need some water?"

"I'll be fine thanks, I'll text my mom."

He nodded and walked off. Smoking area it is. It was probably disgustingly hot outside but at least you could sit with peace and quiet. You will have to go back eventually or your mother will be serving your head on a stick for wasting her money on a ticket.

You sat down on the bench as you heard the beautiful sound of the city honking its way inside your head actually causing a headache to form. It was hot but there was a nice breeze making the atmosphere more relaxing for the better. You felt your pocket buzz almost forgetting you even had a phone in there.

The screen lit up with a text from Moonbin to your surprise.

From Moonbin: 6:43pm Where are you?

Should you tell him? You deserved to hear it first but maybe it wasn't right through text.

To Moonbin: 6:43pm Where are you? ;)

You thought you should tease him instead. But that clearly wasn't funny since he didn't text you back. You kept texting "I'm sorry" or other forms of apologies before erasing it whole and starting over. Your thumbs danced over the keyboard thinking what to say until you heard the door open to your right revealing the boy himself. Your mouth hung open not believing it was him. It was obvious it was the same boy that was plastered all over your sisters wall but on the other hand you felt like this scenario was very much impossible and it was somehow a dumb prank or dream that you couldn't wake up from but here he was in front of you looking paler then ever while wearing a headset and dressed more handsome then you have seen him before.

"What are you doing here?" He said out of breath from the fact he must have ran there.

"My sister is a huge kpop fan." You bit your lip nervously.

He sighed and sat down next to you. "So, do you know?" You nodded revealing the truth. "I'm sorry I wanted to tell you but I was scared."

"How come?"

"Well honestly, I like how I can be normal around you." He shrugged. "And I didn't know how to tell you I would be leaving soon."

"Yeah that is kind of a big deal when you're dating someone." You said your voice sounding disappointed.

"I'm sorry, maybe this was a bad idea."

You were taken back from what he said. "Let's just end it then."

"What? (Y/N) that's not what I-" He was cut off from the ear piece signaling him to get to the stage. He gave out a aggravated groan as he got up making his way to the door. "Meet me here after the show?"

"I'm here with my family."

"Please we need to talk about this.-" Another warning shattered his ear. "Please (Y/N)." He begged before taking off.

You didn't want to be mad at him but you couldn't help it. It was unfair that he didn't tell you and now you had fallen into deep with him. Sure it was barely a week but you liked him, a lot."

....

You took one glance at him performing and crashed down back to your seat. It wasn't gonna end well. There was no way to have a steady relationship with someone across the globe. It was unhealthy. It was best to just move on and count down the seconds this concert was over.

You hated to admit though, that small dude had pretty impressive vocals and they had pretty impressive moves, especially Moonbin. You couldn't keep your eyes off of him.

....

"That was amazing." Your sister and her friend fangirled. "Did you see the way JinJin smiled at the camera, he's not my bias but damn he might as well be."

You rolled your eyes as you looked back at the smoking area. You weren't in the mood to have a full conversation on why you had to stay after the show. It was best to just move on while you can, even if it hurts him.

"I don't even know why you came, you sat down the whole time." You saw them looking at you.

"Trust me, I could easily see from my chair thank you very much. I saw some of those illegal moves. How could you approve mom?"

"And don't forget that JinJin tore his shirt off."

"So did Moonbin." They screamed. You almost forgot about that part, even though you had front row to his bare torso several times already. It was painful.

"I'm glad you had fun girls."

....

You lied in bed, staring at your ceiling feeling sudden guilt you didn't stay behind. You could tell he was distraught the last time he looked at you and you just bailed. Maybe he would understand. He'll be gone in 24 hours anyway, according to your sister.

You didn't even get a text the whole ride home nor did you text him.

You leaned over to plug in your phone when you heard a little clank outside your window. You waited patiently staring at your window to make sense of the sound when it went off again. It can't be. You leaned over and saw a light shining up at your window. What a moron? Was he trying to wake the whole neighborhood?

You grabbed your cardigan and slipped on slippers as you made your way to the back door. You unlocked the door and were forced to wrap your cardigan around your body as the chill breezed through. It may be summer but the nights were chilly.

"What are you doing?" You spoke getting closer.

"Why didn't you wait for me?"

"I told you I was with my family. You want them to watch the whole show?" You snapped but not meaning to. "I'm sorry, this whole thing is just a lot to take in.

"What I said before. Its true that maybe this whole thing shouldn't have happened but it doesn't mean I didn't want it to. I should have told you from the beginning and it's not fair for you. But I really like you and I don't want to leave things off this way."

"So well just pretend it didn't happen. Okay goodnight." You turned away but he grabbed your arm spinning you back closely to his chest your cheeks were embarrassingly red.

"I don't want to pretend." He said quietly.

"Well, you can't quit your career and I can't go with you." You looked up at him.

"Can you give me 2 month?" He asked. "The tour will be over and I'll be off for a little while."

"Two months?" You pff. "Our relationship has barely gone anywhere and you'll be gone soon."

"Fine. Then give me one day. If you want to end it we will."

"You're unbelievably. It's not gonna make a difference, you'll still be leaving and who knows maybe you'll meet another girl and fall in love with-" Cliche as it was, he cut you off from your rant in the best way. His lips were warm against the chill you felt from your exposed legs forcing you to second guess coming out with yoga shorts on.

He had his hands caressed against your dingy tank top that was a thin layer upon your skin, you could still feel how soft his hands were. The kiss grew deeper the longer you let it happened that you had to pull away.

"It's freezing out here." Was all you could say. You didn't want to act like you were enjoying it. You wanted to show that you didn't need him but who were you kidding.

"Then let's go inside." He slightly smirked.

"Whoa there stud. My family is asleep."

"It's almost midnight." He said like it would make a difference.

"So? And do you really think I'm gonna sleep with you when you're leaving." You crossed your arms.

"I wasn't implying that." He chuckled causing your cheeks to redden once again. "We can just talk."  He gently pulled on the bottom of your tank top. "I want to spend every second with you before I leave. Even if you resent me."

"Fine. But hands off." You said letting him follow you back to your room. You locked the door behind him.

"I think you're the one thats implying it." He laughed softly.

"I'm not. I just don't want my family walking in and then they would imply it." You rolled your eyes. "Especially my sister, she loves you."

"Oh really?" He asked with a smirk.

"Don't get too excited, you're second to Eunwoo." You probably said his name totally wrong.

"Of course Eunwoo." He said it different so of course you did.

"Do they know you're here?"

"I had to tell them since I've been m.i.a since we got here, but they're fine with it."

You were pacing back and fourth uncontrollably.

"I feel like you are still pissed at me but you still allowed me inside." He looked at you confused.

"I never snuck a boy into my room before."

"You want me to leave?" He asked getting up.

"No." You whined because your wanted him to go but you're heart felt something completely different.

"So I'm really the first boy in here..." He sensed your were nervous and decided to tease you.

He was only centimeters away from your causing you to hold your breath as you felt his warmly on your skin. You felt lightheaded as you saw him lean forward kissing you once again. It felt like time was moving slowly every time your lips touched.

Your stomach erupted with butterflies from how deep the kiss was getting by the second. You felt his tongue graze your bottom lip causing more friction. You felt him lean in closer that he was suddenly pinning you to your bed.

The atmosphere felt tense but comfortable. His fingers tapped the fabric placed on your hip, making their way underneath. You pulled away to get a breather but he was quick to move on down your neck.

His lips felt warm that you felt lost in the pleasure. You couldn't help but wonder where this was going? He was gently gyrating his hips along with yours that you knew he was just as affected as you.

As he moved lower down towards your collar bone you couldn't help but moan. He quickly stopped and went back to your lips as a warning for being to loud. You made the confident step to push his shirt up causing him to take it off.

"You enjoy making girls weak when they get to see you like this?" You asked feeling up his toned chest.

"Well...I was hoping to get a certain girls attention." He smirked still pleasuring your already brushed skin.

"How do you know if this girl wants to share?"

"I don't know, maybe I should ask her."

You blushed as he went right back to kissing you like he never left. He had his warm hands up your tank top pushing it closer to your non-existent bra. You let your head fall to the side as he was determined to leave every part of your skin untouched.

He was getting dangerously close to your chest, the butterflies was stirring up once again. The closer he got the faster you still pushed each other away as you heard a door shut followed by a knock outside of yours.

"Who is it?" You heard the door knob jiggle that you were glad you locked it.

"It's me." Your sister said, her voice sounding hushed.

"Under the bed...." You quickly got up fixing your shirt. "Wait....No the closet." Moonbin rushed closing the door behind him.

You got off your bed unlocking the door seeing your sister yawning. "Hey."

"Hi." You answered back trying not to see unbothered. "Why aren't you in bed yet?"

"I was just playing on my computer. But I'm going now, I just wanted to say thank you for coming today."

"No problem." You smiled.

"Even though you missed half the concert."

"Well....it was loud in there with all the screaming."

"Okay, well goodnight." She yawned and went back to her room.

You were glad she didn't go further into your room as you noticed Moonbins t-shirt sitting on your bed that you clearly have forgotten about.

You picked it up and Moonbin was next to you once again. "Your sister sounds sweet."

"Sometimes."

"It sounds like she just wants her older sister to care about a certain-"

"Shut up." You teased. "I care but that doesn't mean I'm gonna jump into kpop."

"But I might give Astro a chance." You continued.

He grabbed his shirt off your hands and placed it back on.

"You busy tomorrow?"

"No."

"We have the day off. Why don't I pick you up around noon?" You nodded.

"Have a good night." He kissed you before leaving your room quietly leaving you breathless like always.

He was gone in one more day. Will it be goodbye forever or will everything change?

[its-pronounced-quoassoint]

Power Rangers AU

A Sanders Sides fanfiction.

Relationships: romantic Logicality, Demus, Prinxiety, Remile

Warnings: swearing(mainly Remus and Virgil), poorly written fight scenes/minor violence, stupid pining, kissing/making-out/PDA(no smut cause I can’t write that. . . sorry), sympathetic Deceit and Remus, food mentions, more warnings/warning details will be at the tops of chapters

Credit for this AU goes to @when-day-met-the-knight (specifically this post).

This fic has been under review for a long time and I hope you all like it. More chapters to follow!

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Chapter 1-Red and Green

Roman wasn't the biggest fan of fifth hour. Sure, school would be out soon and he wouldn't have to deal with the disgrace of a teacher his peers had nicknamed 'Ms. Demon', but that simply wasn't good enough. An hour in her class felt like months to Roman and his B- reflected that perfectly. Roman felt the world grind to a halt and begin a sluggish jog the second that fifth hour bell rang and there was no way of getting out of it. The only upsides to the class were his passing grade and the ability to listen to music without his teacher realizing. Most of the time Roman found himself discretely nodding his head to a spotify broadway playlist and doodling aimlessly, wishing to whoever could read his thoughts, that something interesting would happen.

On this particularly sunny day, his prayers would receive an answer. 

'Ms. Demon' was twenty minutes into her monotone explination of another pre-calc unit, when the alarm system went off. Roman along with thirty other sleep-deprived teenagers jumped and looked around panicked. If he remembered correctly, this alarm meant they were under attack yet again.

Fricking Dragon Witch always interrupting me while I’m listening to The Prom, Roman thought, begrudgingly taking out his earbuds.

The P.A. system crackled to life and everyone turned to face the speakers. 

"Students, remain calm, this is not a drill, we are under attack." The voice of the vice-principal stated, clearly shaken. "Your instructions are as follows, leave your belongings where you are and stay in your classrooms. I repeat, stay calm and stay in you-"

The power cut off. People began quietly standing up and searching for their phones. A few students even began a hesitant walk to the door. Roman felt his heart beat and breathing quicken as a girl in his class opened the door and examined the hall, no other students had dared to walk the hallways. It was eerily quiet in the school as the hairs on Roman's arms and neck stood up. Suddenly a scream down the hall echoed to everyone's horror, followed by the collapsing of a wall and thunderous yells of fear and anguish. A wave of students began racing down the hall. Screaming and crying filled Roman's ears. Roman jumped up, he shoved his phone and ear buds in his pocket and hopped over desks to get out of the door. He looked down the hall to see a part of the building completely in rubble and more students running for cover. He began following the crowd, helping fallen students and frantically searching for his brother. 

Remus has world economics this hour I think. Run, run, turn left, run, on your right. Find Remus, find Remus. Roman began chanting instructions to himself. He reached Remus' classroom and looked inside to find it empty. Hoping that his twin had run for cover with the others, Roman ran to leave the school. He continued calling Remus's name and ran himself winded, letting the crowd pull him along. Remus was nowhere to be found. Roman’s twin was strangely tall and wore obnoxious clothing, so he should be easy to spot, but as hard as Roman tried, he couldn’t see him. 

Roman stopped where he was, a mistake as he soon learned after getting run into by several other students. He knew his brother would have grabbed his phone, so Roman pulled up Snapchat and checked the map to see if Remus was there. He found the icon and saw that Remus was quickly leaving the McDonald's across the street. 

"Remus I swear." Roman grumbled and continued his run. 

He made it out of the school and was immediately bombarded by the sound of the fight behind him. Roman wasted no time racing to find Remus. 

"Remus! Remus! Where are you?! For godsake Remus! I will-"

"ROMAN!!!" Remus' screeching was heard above the crowd and Roman ran to him. 

"You were at McDonald's!?!?!" Roman scolded once he had reached Remus. 

"I was skipping alright! You try sitting in that class for an hour everyday!" Remus retaliated. 

"I do sit in that class for an hour everyday Remus!" Roman yelled back. Remus looked like he was going to give a snarky retort, but suddenly he grabbed Roman's shirt and pulled the both of them to the right. Roman stumbled around and looked to where he had previously been standing, to see that Remus had pulled him away from falling debris just in time. He shook off Remus's hand and the two began sprinting for cover behind the nearest building.  

The twins leaned against it, catching their breaths. Roman ran his hands along his face, wiping off sweat and dust. He decided to sneak a look at the battle from where he was and peeked around the brick building. There the Black Ranger was wielding his axe and attacking the Dragon Witches's minions. He sliced through several of them and proceeded to dash through another horde of them, cutting each one down. Roman watched, mesmerized, barely noticing Remus move beside him to watch the battle unfold. The aliens appeared to have stopped arriving and the Black Ranger made quick work of the remaining ones. The battle looked almost won. 

Then Roman saw it. A hurling ball of purple fire rappidly falling from the sky. The Black Ranger didn't seem to have noticed it and Roman began to fear he wouldn't have time as it continued its descent. Suddenly he felt his body get the best of him and Roman jumped out from his hiding place. 

"BLACK RANGER, ABOVE YOU!!!!" Roman shouted. 

"What the hell are you-" Remus tried to pull him back, but looked over to see the Black Ranger narrowly dodge out of the way of the purple fire. 

More fire began raining from the sky directed at the Black Ranger who managed to dodge it the best he could. 

"Can you just stop moving!" A voice suddenly yelled out.  

A humanoid figure dropped from the sky and looked at the Black Ranger, more annoyed than angry, certainly a change from the typical attacker. The villain’s black and purple armor spiked up and circled their body. Six purple eyes glowed bright under the shadow cast by their hair and pointed crown. Considering the other cartoonish monsters the Black Ranger has fought, this one was pretty minimalistic.

"Sorry, but I don't exactly plan on dying any time soon." The Black Ranger stated. "You on the other hand-"

"Yes, yes, justice will be served, peace will be restored, blah blah, trust me buddy, no one wants me dead more than I do m’kay." The villain crossed their arms and shook their head. "But look, my mom is pissed and if I die she's just gonna bring me back and have me fight you all over again. So do us both a favor and let me capture you." 

"Not a chance!" 

"Ugh." The villain threw their head back and whined. "Why can't this ever be easy."

"Being evil will never be easy as long as heroes are around to stop you!" 

"I. Get. It." The villain puncutated each word with a clap. “Look, just turn yourself in and let's get this over with."

"I'll never surrender to you!" 

"Great." The villain groaned again before disappearing and reappearing behind the Black Ranger. 

The Ranger turned around and blocked the purple fire that was blasted at him. He continued dodging each fireball thrown. The fight continued as the villain lobbed purple fire and the Black Ranger battled on the defensive, clearly trying to minimize futher damage. Then, an opening appeared and the Ranger charged, shoving his axe at the villain who dodged and blasted him with fire on the back. The Ranger fell to the ground in pain and accidentally dropped the axe as he rolled. He began crawling to his weapon as the villain approached. 

“Remus! We gotta help!” Roman whisper-yelled at his brother.

“Why?!” Remus exclaimed. 

“C’mon just grab something!” Roman told him. 

Remus and Roman quietly snuck out of their hiding place and each grabbed the closest heavy object. Roman found a street sign that had been uprooted while Remus grabbed the nearest trash can. The two snuck closer to the villain and Ranger as fast as they could. 

"I'm not gonna do any of that 'any last words?' stuff.” They said, looming over the Black Ranger, fire swirling around their hand as it pointed at his chest. “We both know I'm not gonna kill you so-"

That was when Remus full-force chucked the trash can at the back of the Villain. They stumbled and flailed a little before regaining composure and turning to face the brothers.

"Ow, what the-dude!" They rubbed the back of their neck. 

Roman chose that moment to swing the sign at the at the villain who teleported away.

"You have no clue what your doing now, do ya?" The villain asked from behind the two condescendingly. 

"Wha-"

Suddenly, the Black Ranger's axe was thrown into the villain's side. They winced and looked down at the wound. Roman saw as purple blood began seeping out of their newest gash.

"Dammit." The villain said flatly before disappearing, the axe dropping to the ground.

Roman and Remus looked around for them fervently.

"Don't worry, he's not coming back." The Ranger told them, in clear pain. 

"He isn't?" Roman asked. 

"No, but he'll be sending more minions to attack us. You two need to run." The Ranger told them. 

"No way! You're hurt!" Roman protested. 

"How did you get hurt anyway, doesn't that suit make you basically indistrucable?" Remus raised his eyebrows.

"To some weaker attacks yes, but a full strength blast from Prince Virgilius is gonna hurt bad." The Ranger winced. 

"I didn't understand anyting you just told me." Remus stated matter-of-factly.

"That's because you have an I.Q. of negative twenty." Roman sneered.

"Says the one who almost failed seventh grade social studies." Remus retorted.  

"Geography is a hack and you know it!" Roman huffed.

Remus looked ready to say something in return, but was cut-off when hordes of minions began spilling into the Earth through a breach in dimension. 

"Like I said, minions." The Black Ranger sighed. "Run."

Roman raced beside the Ranger and put his left arm over Roman's shoulders. He began helping the Ranger along and the three began trying to get away from the swarms of minions, but were caught up to quickly.

"Roman, you need to leave me so I can fend them off. You and Remus have to run." The Black Ranger told them.

"No, you need help Sir, we can't let you-" Roman started.

"How does he know my name?" Remus asked no one in perticular.

"-protect us when you’re injured and I know you’re the Black Ranger, but you can’t fight all of them off alone!” Roman finished.

“Please listen!” The Ranger interrupted the both of them. “We don’t have much time before we’re completely surrounded, so you two better start running!”

“We are not leaving you!”

“You don’t decide who I can and cannot leave behind Roman!” Remus screeched.

“Will you shut up!” Roman stopped him. “I’m sorry, but like I said, Power Ranger or not, you shouldn’t be fighting alone like this. So, Remus, grab the nearest stabby-thing and let’s help him defend Earth from aliens.”

It was quiet for a bit. The Ranger didn’t seem to want to argue any longer and was more focused on the massive amount of aliens running toward the three. Remus laced his fingers together in front of his face like he was praying and looked at Roman.

“Ro Ro-“

“Please don’t call me that.”

“You had me at ‘stabby-thing’.” Remus sighed before turning away and beginning his search for said 'stabby-thing'.

Roman did the same, quickly scrambling over to pick up the sign he had used earlier. Roman stood next to the Ranger and smiled at him. Preparing himself for the battle before him. Then the minions were on them.

One after another the monsters attacked Roman and the Ranger. Roman slapping one with the sign and forcefully jabbed at the others. He swung the sign around and tried to knock out as many as possible. He wasn’t as effective as the Ranger, who though he was hurt, had an actual weapon that could hurt the minions. 

Roman realized his brother was no longer in his line of sight and accidentally let his guard down. Remus, stop going where I can’t see you- Roman’s thoughts were interrupted as one of the aliens grabbed him and held him down. Roman struggled against the grip and tried to pull himself free, but to no avail. 

Then, something happened. Roman wished he had been able to fully see what was actually going on, but all he really understood was; a red glowing object had come from nowhere and wrapped itself around Roman’s right wrist. 

“Roman!” The Black Ranger called from a ways away. “Listen to me!”

“Okay!” Roman yelled back, trying to get a better look at what had just attached itself to his wrist, but the minion just tightened its grip.

“I need you to say, ‘Red Ranger, activate!’." The Black Ranger told him, trying to keep his voice steady as he fended off the monsters.

"What!?!" Roman squeaked.

"Say it! Trust me!!" The Ranger called.

"Red Ranger!! Activate!!!" Roman yelled. 

Then his world dissolved. Everything was gone, no monsters, no Ranger, no Remus, nothing. Just a blank area. Roman looked around, it was silent except for his own shuffling as Roman stood up. Roman looked toward his hand, finding a red bracelet that had wrapped around his right wrist, seeping red light. The light spread, covering Roman's body. It began to solidify into armor. Roman closed his eyes to protect himself from the brightness, only to open them and find his head in a helmet. He stared at his body, now covered in a suit similar to that of the Black Ranger. In front of him a red glowing blob began taking form. Roman stared, bewildered, as the red light formed a sword, the blade jagged and intricately designed, the hilt pointed toward Roman, as if imploring him to take hold of it. Roman complied, gripping the sword tight, and closing his eyes once again as he was fully enveloped in red light. 

Roman opened his eyes and found himself standing in a small clearing of monsters. The minions staring at him an awe. Roman felt a grin stretch across his face as he brought the sword back a little and thrust it forward into one of the monsters. It collapsed into dust and Roman continued. The monsters fell out of their daze and Roman made his way to the Black Ranger helping him cut each of the aliens down. 

---

A long ways away, Remus was running like a mad man trying to escape the aliens who had followed him. He cursed them and their bloodline, soon finding his breath shortnening. He cursed his dramatic brother one last time before collapsing on the ground. He took in several deep breaths and tried to get up, only to have his vision turn blurry and his head spin. The boy fell back down again, waiting for the aliens to come and eat him alive. However, before he could meet his demise, Remus felt a sharp pressure apply itself to his left wrist. A cool metal object had encircled around him and Remus could feel it pulse a little. He tried to look at it but was once again met with a dizzy, sickening feeling. 

Then, his world was white. 

---

Roman saw from the other side of the block as a green flash exploded from the ground. Before he could ask the Black Ranger what that was about, he was attacked by another swarm of aliens. Which he made quick work of. The ground became littered in dust and it looked like the aliens were losing their high numbered advantage.

“Roman!” Remus’ voice cut across the courtyard.

“What?!” Roman shouted back snappily.

Roman turned to his brother’s voice and saw a suit much like his own and the Black Ranger’s, but green. Remus barreled toward the two swinging a spiky mace in his hands. He turned several of the minions to nothing and met Roman and the Black Ranger in the middle of it all.

--

Soon, each alien had been destroyed and the three stood among dust. 

“This is amazing.” Remus breathed swiftly. He swung the mace around playfully.

“This is insane.” Roman nodded aggressively. Catching his breath forthe first time in a while. “Are-are we Rangers now?”

“Welcome to the team.” The Black Ranger laughed weakly. He grabbed his side yet again and looked at the twins. “You two need to come with me.” 

[blondsauduun-reads]

Really Something

Pairing: Julie x Luke

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Flu? I think some light swearing? 

Plot: Request from @riverdalefan2019​ - The guys all went to college and Luke meets his roommate Julie instant attraction but neither want to mess up there room situation but one week it changes and Luke gets sick with the flu and Julie takes care of him, and while bed ridden truths are admitted about falling for each other and they get together please.

A/N: This was my first request ever so. Be nice. Also I hope I did well and did more or less what you had in mind!!!

Ah, first day of college. You can smell the nervousness and the panic of the freshmen, the exasperation and exhaustion of the sophomores and juniors, and the will to finally pass this year of the seniors.

Wasn’t like that for Julie Molina though. She was excited, full of life, willing to ace every single test and assignment.

She was strolling through campus, looking at the buildings, the people, listening to music. Looking everywhere but ahead and listening to nothing except Harry Styles on her earbuds.

“Hey! Watch out!” A brunet guy raised his voice, bringing her back to the real world, where she’d just thrown this guy’s stuff on the ground.

“Shi- I’m so sorry, wait, let me help,” she immediately dropped to the floor and helped the guy pick up his stuff, which was all cables and CDs. 

“I’m Julie. Hi.” Once everything was back in the box, she tried to introduce herself.

“Luke, a pleasure.” He smiled. 

A brief moment of epiphany where he realized Julie was absolutely stunning, and she realized Luke was breathtakingly cute.

“Luke!” Some other masculine voice broke him out of his trance. “C’mon, we have to get the room, now!” The guy, presumably Luke’s future roommate, had blond and very shiny hair, and was accompanied by a punk-looking black-haired guy too.

“See you around!” She said, also turning to where her dorm room was

.

Julie walked into the building, looking for room 195.

Entering the building, finding the correct floor, the right wing and making all the right turns in the hallways.

It was a lovely room, had two beds, two desks, two dressers, and a questionable rug on the floor.

“They really got you two a double room? And what about me, man?” Luke said from outside, kind of jumping around. “Who gon’ be my roomie?”

“Dude, calm down.” The blond guy from earlier said, grabbing his shoulders, so he stopped jumping around. “Me and Reg two doors down that way. Chill.”

“Yeah!” Reggie said, “And maybe, you even get that cute girl you were talking to earlier, huh?” he added, wiggling his brows.

“You mean me?” Julie said, popping her head out the door to the hall.

“Yeah!” He said. “I’m Reggie, this is Alex, and this,” Reggie shoved Luke inside the room. “Is your roomie.” He waved bye and dragged the blond along back to their dorm.

“Luke, right?” Julie asked, not that she’d ever forget his name, though.

“Yep, and you're Julie” He smiled, she smiled, they set ground rules, like not bringing boyfriends or girlfriends over and like not going through each others’ stuff, and they got to decorating and unpacking.

“Damn, the theater majors really are blasting Hamilton across the hall, geez.” Julie said, coming into the room she and Luke had been sharing for five weeks, with a plastic bag with their dinner in it inside. 

“Oh I know.” Luke spun around with his desk chair and stood up to greet Julie and help her set the table -which they bought one week after moving in, at a thrift shop for like, five bucks- “It’s been like that since you left.” He rolled his eyes, making her laugh. It was nice to know that he could make her laugh.

“I hate this rug, it’s like, stepping on sandpaper.” She mentioned the almost brown rug under their feet, which hadn’t been clean since the university bought it. That made him snicker and nod. “We should clean it.”

Christmas break was finally here. The roommates of dorm nº195 and dorm nº190 -Alex and Reg- were pretty tight knit by then, and all of them were staying at campus for the holiday, because Julie couldn’t afford going to Puerto Rico on Christmas, and the boys didn’t really like family time anyway, so they stayed with Julie.

For Christmas they had lunch at Julie and Luke’s dorm, because surprisingly it was the least messy of the two rooms, and because somehow, their kitchenette had a stove, which wasn’t actually allowed, but, whatever, it’s just soup. So, their Christmas lunch was soup and a rotisserie chicken.

Gifts were exchanged! Alex got some new fancy socks, a snapback with a goat and some new drumsticks because Reggie accidentally broke them two weeks ago, Reggie got some fierce new boots, an ugly christmas sweater which he actually loved and a goldfish from Petco, Luke got a collection of new notebooks -because he seemed to burn through an entire one in less than a month-, yet another flannel shirt, and some fuzzy socks -from Julie, because he always stole hers, despite the rule that said to not go through each others’ stuff, and always ended up stretching them out so that they didn’t fit her anymore-, and Julie received a denim jacket -which she had deemed her favorite since that day-, a couple of potted plants, and a big hoodie -which wasn’t actually big, it was Luke’s size, which apparently she loved, because she had stolen every single one of his hoodies without asking (he was out and the dorm didn’t have any heating, ok?), and always seemed to put them back in their place, until the day Luke saw her wearing one, almost fainted because of how cute she looked, and suddenly it made sense why his hoodies always smelt like her (not that he ever mentioned that, though)-. So yeah, they had a nice Christmas.

Today was December 27th and the two of them were cleaning the rug (outside and on the pavement, which had been lined with a piece of plastic), because today was the sunniest day they’d had all the month.)

“Hey!” Julie laughed when Luke splashed some of the water-soap solution on her.

“What?” He acted as if he was doing a completely normal, mature thing. “Looks like you need a thorough scrubbing too, Julie.” Oh boy.

“Uh? Excuse you sir, at least I wear sleeves.” She soaked up good her sponge in the soapy water, “Because, if you had actual tees, I wouldn’t be able-” No sleeves, and as usual, the arm hole on his shirt was so big it reached his lower ribs. “- to do this!” Shaboom. She threw the sponge into the sleeve hole, directly into his shirt.

“You just started a war, Molina!” He fished the wet sponge out of his clothes and threw it at her face.

Julie soaked the sponge up again and threw it at his face, somehow he lost balance and fell onto the semi-dirty wet rug. 

“A war that you have lost, Patterson.” She said, hovering over him, claiming her victory.

“Don’t flatter yourself.” He pulled on the arm that was supporting her over him, so now she lost balance, fell on the wet rug too, and somehow threw the whole bucket of water on them.

“Well, it’s soap and water, so we’re not technically dirty, right?” He chuckled.

“You’re really something Luke. Really something.” Well. In that particular moment, he was a wet music major with a tummy full of christmas food. But Julie meant that he was really something, to her.

But unfortunately, and in that case, really something also meant he was really prone to catching nasty colds.

“Luke, your fever is getting real high, real fast.” Julie said, looking at the thermometer which clearly indicated 104ºF and 40ºC.

“If I’d have known that all it takes is a fever for you to call me hot, I would’ve gotten sick earlier.” He answered, from under his blanket.

“Shit, he’s even worse than usual.” Alex said through Julie’s phone, which was on speaker and on the table.

“We’ll come by after class, bring him some antipyretics or something. Good luck!” He said, before hanging up.

“That’s it.” She said. “I’m going to the store.” She couldn’t stand Luke looking so sick and weak, she missed the healthy and boyish Luke. She was going to get soup ingredients at the store.

“Luke, you’ll-” She turned around to tell him he should rest, but found him sleeping already. “Rest, and get better.” She kissed his forehead, still feeling him burning up, and went on her way. Luke smiled in his sleep.

“Hey, Luke.” She shook his shoulder gently to wake him up. “You’ve slept the whole afternoon, I made dinner.” 

Luke woke up, kinda. He could smell spices.

“But it’s not done yet, and you need to take a shower.”

“What, why?” 

“Well, you’re sweaty and feverish, so a room temperature shower will do you good.” She said, going to grab something out of her drawer. “And use this with your body soap.”She handed him a fancy little bottle that spelled Alcoholado on the front in a very worn down paper stuck to it. 

“Okay.” He put up no resistance, just grabbing his Manly Man 2-in-1 Shampoo and Soap, his towel, some crocs for the shower (which everyone complained about, but whatever) a clean set of pjs, the bottle she had given him, stuffed it into his backpack, and went to the bathrooms.

Twenty minutes after, he was back, the table was almost set, two big bowls of something that looked like soup on the table, the trashcan full of plastic wrappers and veggie rests from the soup, the leftover ingredients tucked away in the only cabinet their kitchenette had, and a medium pot of soup on the stove, which wasn’t on anymore, but the soup on the inside still steamed a bit. And Julie in her christmas-gift-hoodie and some sweats.

“What was that thing you gave me?” Luke asked, looking at the bottle he held in his hand and throwing his bag on his bed.

“Alcoholado, my Abuela made it and gave me half a dozen bottles for college. It’s supposed to calm fevers and help with colds.” Julie said, putting the cutlery on the table and sitting down. 

“And this is chicken Asopao, my Abuela also made it for me when I was sick.”

“Julie, you really didn’t-”

“In first place, yeah I did, it’s my fault you’re sick; and in second, I care about you, Luke.”

Luke almost fucking fainted, but decided that sitting on the chair and eating the Asopao she’d made was way better.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” he said, cleaning up the table and everything with her. “ I feel a lot better.”

“I’m happy I did!” She said, somehow earning a nice hug from him.

After they broke apart the hug, they turned off the lights and went to sleep.

Julie was woken up at 4 am by Luke’s coughing, and went to check on him immediately.

She checked his temperature, which was somehow very cold, despite him being wrapped in a pair of blankets.

“I-I’m cold,” He muttered half asleep.

“Yeah, I can feel that.” She rushed to her bed again and pulled a thick duvet from under it, went back to Luke and laid it on him. “Better?”

“No.” He said, hesitantly. “Cuddle with me maybe?”

Julie thought about it. This would only make her heart flutter and turn her feelings towards him more intense, but he was sick because of her and she’d lose a bit of her dignity to make him feel better if that’s what it took.

“Scoot over.” She said softly, holding up the blankets so she could get under them.

Twenty seconds after, they were both cuddling very comfortably in his bed, Luke was beginning to warm up, when he made a comment;

“I know why I’m in love with you, Julie.” She opened her eyes in a heartbeat, but stood still, thinking about what to tell him, and if she should respond at all. 

“It’s because you’re caring and lovable and kind and just, overall amazing.” He said sleepily, before she could say anything.

“I love you too, Luke.” She kissed the crown of his head, Yes they were spooning and she was big spoon. “Sleep now, though. You need it.” 

They wiggled closer to one another, and finally fell asleep, under three blankets and had very sweet dreams.

[moonchildaera]

BTS 7TH ANNIVERSARY

I can’t believe it’s already been seven years. I can’t believe I watched you guys grow as both artists and human beings for seven years. That once empty spot on that stage was the chance for you guys to debut and it makes me remember of a time when you guys were constantly criticized for having such a name known as ‘The Bulletproof Boy Scouts’.

It has almost been ten years since I first watched that video of you guys walking off that bus with black clothing and dark eyeliner and so much has already changed since then. I’m thankful for everything, for all the times I got to spend my time with you guys. From your songs such as Answer: Love Yourself, A Supplementary Story, Mikrokosmos, Magic Shop, Paradise and so much more, it gave me a new way to look at life during and help me through dark times. Growing up, I only knew you guys, I only knew BTS and for a while I was afraid of what the future would hold without you guys by my side and I was afraid of forgetting you guys, especially when I started to branch out to other groups but turns out I never did. For a long time, I held onto you guys as my support, the ones who would pat me on the back and tell me everything would be okay because even after a long winter, spring is bound to come.

In some cases, I feel sorry towards the seven of you. I feel sorry because you are able to live a life of luxury and in return, you aren’t able to do simple things most of us take for granted. I’m sorry that I’m not able to be there during your darkest times and pat you on the back like you do with me or comfort you. I’m still very thankful for all of you, because through it all, you were able to make me a better version of myself. I was lost for a while because I didn’t know which path to take in life, whether it’d be this or that but you told me that it was okay because at some point we all get lost and along the way, we find ourselves because no one is complete at the beginning of the journey.

Jeon Jungkook. You were my first bias. You were the first boy I really fell for. Throughout the years, you taught me how to express and be myself. I used to cry a lot about you because behind that image that you’ve had to keep up throughout all those years, you never really got to experience what teenages my age are supposed to experience. You were my first kpop boy. The boy I laid my eyes on and fell for. From your annoyingly quirky personality and cute little bunny smiles, I fell and I don’t blame you. In my eyes, you were a kid waiting to see the world and explore it. I know that often you are depicted as the Golden Maknae but you don’t have to constantly be good at everything to know that you, yourself, are enough. From the mole on your neck to the scar on your cheek, all these imperfections are what makes you who you are and I hope you never stop being yourself. I hope that one day, you will be able to find your own time and space, without the cameras. Thank you, Jeon Jungkook.

Kim Taehyung. The weird dude with a 4D personality. That’s how I used to depict you, not in a bad way of course. You were someone who always looked so carefree and happy. The way you saw life made me curious about you. Because of you, I was able to express myself artistically and find my passion in art. You taught me that each of us had an inner child and that sometimes it was better to let it out and enjoy the little things as it is. You taught me how to see the world in a different way and forget about what everyone else thought about me. You taught me what the world ‘purple’ meant and I have since not stopped using it in random times. In this lifetime, I will continue to wander through, looking for my own beautiful story and wondering about the next parts. You could say it’ll be like a story of two ships coming together in the midst of the night, speaking to one another and exploding with an intense feeling within that moment. I want to make you mine. I purple you, Kim Taehyung. Thank you for everything.

Park Jimin. Mochi. My Serendipity. I think it was destiny when the universe brought us together. I don’t know what it was, from the soulful movements on stage or the cute eyesmiles, but I fell for you. At this point, I’m not even sure if I can call you my bias or not because of how much I switch on a day to day basis but Jimin, you hold a special place in my heart. My 4 O’clock thoughts turn into you. I was too young back then, when I would cry and think to myself about the times when I felt like I was falling, you were the light that brought a smile to my face. I still think back to those times a lot, where I would throw the world out the window and shut myself out. You were the one who intertwined your pinkie with mine and made me promise to never throw myself away.

Jung Hoseok. J-Hope. My piece of peace. “A warm smile is the universal language of kindness.” You taught me that. Thank you for always being a positive ray of sunshine that brought smiles and happiness towards everyone. Even through the tears, you never stop smiling and I know that life isn’t always a flower path to heaven but I’m thankful to have a bright energy like yours to help me through those dark days and make me smile. Your happiness is my happiness and I hope you know that one day, when I get to meet you I will give you the biggest hug in the world because you deserve it. You all do. I look back to those days when people used to take you for granted. I never understood why everyone used to mindlessly throw hate towards you but to watch you grow and become into this person that is deeply loved and admired by everyone makes me happy because they finally see you for who you are. Thank you for everything, Jung Hoseok.

Min Yoongi. Suga. Through the darkest times, your lyrics have helped me and proved to me that better days are yet to come. You proved to me something not a lot of people have proved and that no matter how lonely and sad we got, we could all smile if we were together. Through your songs from Agust D and D-2, it made me understand you more as a human being rather than an artist. You taught me that one day, I’ll fully blossom after all the hardships that I’ve gone through because one it’ll all be worth it. The brown piano that you once sang about, I hope you continue to play that piano throughout your years. Music was your form of escaping and it was for me too. Because of that song known as ‘First Love’, I grew to understand you more and when I first listened to that song, tears grew in forms of raindrops in my eyes because it was all I could do. The love you had for music, the hardships you went through for it and to finally be able to become one with your dream. I understood you and because of that, my passion for music only grew. Because of that, I strived to learn the piano. Thank you for everything, Min Yoongi.

Kim Seokjin. From that obnoxious windshield laugh of yours to your sassy attitude and dad jokes, you have never failed to make me laugh. Even just by writing that paragraph, you already made me laugh. You gave me the confidence on why I should love myself and why I shouldn’t care about what everyone else thought about me because at the end of the day, I’m still myself. Even though I don’t eat with people that muhc, you’ve taught me that food brings people together and you’ve shown me that through countless eatjin vlives. You taught me to treasure myself and that good influence becomes bigger once it’s been shared overtime. Thank you so much for all the encouraging words that brought me up during gloomy days. One day, I’ll be able to see you blow a kiss right towards me and I hope that day comes soon. Kim SeokJin, Thank you for everything.

Rap Monster, Moonie, RM, Kim Namjoon. You were once known as Rap Monster and because of that name, you were often criticized as both an artist and human being. Out of all the members, I watched you grow the most. From the words ‘I will show you’ to ‘love myself, love yourself’, you are an inspiration towards a generation of lost youths. You and BTS. Without you, BTS would’ve never happened. You helped me cope with emotions new and unknown towards me. When the ‘Love Yourself Campaign’ happened back in 2017 and you delivered your speech, I had to admit there were tears in my eyes because you yourself taught me that day that ‘true love begins with loving myself’ and to speak myself no matter where I was. Loving yourself is hard, I have to admit but little by little I learn from your lyrics and loving myself through you and the rest of BTS as well as the people around me. I know that you can’t promise me that I won’t be hurt anymore but rather live my days to the fullest, because through it all, spring will always come after a long winter. Thank you for everything Kim Namjoon.

I won’t ever forget any of you and I hope you never forget about any of us. Kim Namjoon, Kim Seokjin, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, Jeon Jungkook, we won’t ever forget you. Thank you so much for giving me a second chance in life. Thank you for everything you’ve taught me and for all the things that you do for the people around you.

We are blessed to have you. I will admit that there will come a day in my life when I will grow too old for you. There will come a time when my love for you will not be as strong as this one but in my heart, each of you will hold a special place within it and through those years, I will remember your sacrifices, the blood, sweat and tears and your performance on stage as a whole. I will remember the tears that were gathered and collected as well as the times you held my hand through your music.

There will come a time when the snowflakes that fall from the skies will no longer remind me of Spring Day or the pure love of Crystal Snow. There will come a day when I will be yelling ‘Not Today’ to my kids and not blasting the song itself. There will come a time when the long sleepless nights won’t be accompanied with the soft piano and your voices in the background. A time will come when one day, I will soon live a life without you but until then, I will hold each and everyone one of you guys close to my heart and I will cherish these times with you guys, together.

There will come a time when that long winter will finally pass and spring will come. When that time comes, I will take everything you’ve taught me and share it with the rest of the world. Please never stop singing, never stop living your dream because I won’t stop chasing after mine. Eternally, you will each be known as a legend and as I listen to We Are Bulletproof: The Eternal with tears in my eyes, I would like to thank you all once more for everything you’ve done for us. Together we can walk a path towards happiness.

Shine.

Dream.

Smile.

Together, we are bulletproof. Until then, BTS. I purple you.

[wildflowergrant]

Hey love! Could you maybe do something where the reader is also a YouTuber and she meets the twins at Coachella? Like they all post on social media about each other and possibly do a few videos together? Love your work babe! 🤩

Thank you so much!

Ok I never went to coachella even though most of my cousins went o_0, so I’m just going to base it off of Scotty Sire’s song “Take me Away”

A/n: Also, I love the twins in coachella okay bye

It was a five hour drive from LA to Palm Springs, and even though Gray was dressed up all in casual designer, he was sweating so much.  His legs were aching because Ethan insisted on no stops after the third hour and he didn’t move at all throughout the car ride.

Sure, he was excited to see his favorite artists, especially Kid Cudi, but all he wanted to do was jump on his bed and go to sleep.  After an hour, the huge houses were showing up and he saw the sign “Palm Springs 2 miles”

His stomach had butterflies and he started to get butterflies.  Gray put the aux cord and started to blast Tame Impala through the whole time until they found their airbnb. Ethan and Grayson started to put the snacks in the fridge and counter, setting up everything because the next day would be hectic.

They both laid out their game plan for the whole three days so that they know what to do and where to go.

Ethan was looking at his notes while he was talking to Gray, who laid face down onto the ground.

“Ok, so on day one, we’ll go to the Djs for a bit and then at midnight, Childish Gambino will start, so we’ll go there with some of our friends if we see them.” He nodded and hummed.

“And for day two, well.  We already know what to do there.  We’re going to see some artists and Djs and meet up with Emma and her friends to go to Tame.  And after a while, we need to rush to the other stage to be in time for Cudi.”

Gray nodded again. “Ok, make sure that we’re all together.  Especially with Tame and Cudi, because I already know that we are going to be in the mosh pit.” He had a childish smile and went up to his room.  “oh, and tomorrow morning we need to go grocery shopping.”

Day one of Coachella flew by, mostly because it was shorter than the other two and they wanted rest for the next day.  So after Childish Gambino finished performing, they went straight to their scheduled uber and went home.

That night, he couldn’t sleep because he was so excited like a kid on their first day of school.  So, he stayed on his phone until he felt sleepy.  He was scrolling through his home page and saw Emma’s post with her friends.  Gray saw familiar faces, like Olivia, Amanda, and Josie who he saw hung out with Emma a lot.  But there was another face that he thought looked familiar, but he couldn’t put a name on it.  But he did think that she were really cute.  Pure girlfriend and wifey material, even though she was wearing basically underwear and he didn’t even know her.  

But he eventually fell asleep and forgot all about the gorgeous girl when the next day came up.  He woke up super early and got so excited.  Grays started blasting Kid Cudi music through the whole house, which woke up an angry Ethan, but five minutes later he started to dance with him.

Night time started to fall, and they were heading to Tame Impala’s stage with a huge crowd forming.  Ethan pushed Gray from behind, telling him to move closer.  While they were there, they saw Emma’s colored sequined pants, and they went to meet up with her and her friends.

They hugged each other, despited being super sweaty, and said hi to everyone else.  And right there, he saw her.  The same girl from Emma’s post.  Ethan went up to hug her, which gave Grayson a jealous pit in his stomach.  He went over to Ethan, who was behind the group.

“Dude, how do you know her?” He looked over at Gray.

“I met her a couple times and talked to her when I was hanging out with Emma.  We were talking about all doing a collar with the four of us.”“She’s a youtube too?”“Yup.”  Ethan smirked at him. “You interested?  I mean, she’s all yours if you want.  You don’t need to back out for me.  She’s just my friend.”  Both of the boys looked at Bryant taking pics of her and close-up portraits. “And she’s just Bryant’s friend too.  Don’t worry.”

For the whole time they were in Tame, all of them were in the front and shouting out all of the lyrics.  The lights were blinding him so much that he couldn’t even see Ethan.  But the only thing he could see through the bright stage lights was her.  The girl he didn’t even know the name of. There was a break time and he could hear her asking Emma “so is nobody going to come with me to see Cudi?” He looked over and saw all of them shake their heads no.

This is it. This was his chance. He walked over to them and pushed everyone in his way to get to the group.

“Hi, uh. E and I are going to see Kid Cudi in a few minutes when he’s ready, so you can come with us.” The music started coming up and it was getting so loud. But he could see her face relax and smile.

“Thank you so much, you don’t know how scared I was to go by myself.”

“No problem. And we’re going all the way to the front if that’s ok with you.” She nodded her head. “Also, I’m Grayson.”

“Y/n” but all he could hear was muffled words. He made a face that basically told her that he can’t hear. She said her name a bit louder, but he could only hear the beginning, so he decided to ask her when it’s more quiet.

Soon enough, they were rushing to go to Kid Cudi’s stage where he would perform. Y/n and Grayson were ahead of Ethan and Bryant and they he was holding her hand and leading her to the front so she would lose him.

They were at the front and he was standing right behind her and dancing against each other. He put his head on her neck and he felt like he was in heaven. Her scent was intoxicating and he fit perfectly in his arms, both of them swaying to the music.

“My name is Y/n” she turned over while still being in his arms, now face to face.

Gray cupped the side of her face and looked into her eyes. Even though he just met her an hour ago, he felt like he’s known her his whole life, as cheesy as that sounds.

His body feels burning hot from the dry desert heat and also from the fact that he’s getting nervous in front of the best person in his life, other than his brother.

And a few seconds later, they leaned in to kiss. It felt like pure bliss and they smiled in the kiss. He wanted to stay like that for the rest of his life, because that was the happiest he’s ever been. But they had to pull away. The bass started getting louder and it was pounding their whole entire body, until they started dancing again.

And a week after, they were connected to the hip. She stayed over and went out to get breakfast with them.

Bryant posted all of his Coachella film photos of the twins, and when Gray was swiping, he saw her with him, clearly kissing in the slightly blurry photo. He went immediately to the comments and he was grateful that people were happy with it. They even made a ship name for you guys and wanted you guys to do collabs with each other, which you guys were planning on doing soon.

Some accounts even made compilations of Y/n and Grayson being all cute and posted pictures of them going out to stores and cafes.

Whenever Ethan and Grayson were filming, she would always be there behind the camera to help them out.  And whenever Y/n would be vlogging, he would play camera man and help her out. Sometimes he would just be in the background when she would film and fans would go crazy.

He knew that she was the one and he wanted to keep her close.

A/n: There’s going to be a part two of this where they make a video with each other, so hold on!

Requests are OPEN

[captainillogical]

Devil’s Ballroom ch.2

A year after the events from the earth’s final attack, Little Homeworld is finally complete, and there’s a new jazz bar where gems and humans mingle and drink. - As you’re typing back a reply, someone pulls the stool out next to you and takes a seat. You see a sliver of pink out of the corner of your eye as you try not to actually Look. Oh god. It’s her. God can’t help us now.

Spinel/Reader

collab with wife @firstofficertightpants

The place actually happened to be like, right on the edge of Little Homeworld. Outside had full glass windows, tall, that reached the ceiling. Inside the lighting was dim, and a bit smokey. You figured it looked alright enough to head in, and gave the bouncer your ID. He nodded and you walked in. It smelt of cigars, and of cinnamon, and it wasn’t entirely unpleasant. A pretty woman in a low-cut red dress was playing the piano on the stage, and it was some contemporary jazz piece. The low murmur of people talking filled the air in between the swells of music, and the place actually seemed busy with people and even gems enjoying themselves. You liked the vibe. It was.. comfortable. At ease. You looked over at the bar, rather than any of the tables, and saw a spot near the end. Perfect. Right by the bathroom. You headed over and plopped down on the stool. There were three empty at the end, so you took the one in the middle, which had the best view of the stage from back here.

While waiting for the bartender to come back down this side, you took the chance to look  at the people around you. A couple familiar faces.. small town you know? And some new ones. New gems too. You can see Mr. Fryman sitting at a table with Kofi and Nanefua, and they look like they’re playing poker. You try not to snicker since Kofi looks absolutely blasted, and Mr. Fryman is cursing up a storm because Nanefua is clearly winning. You see her wink at Mr. Fryman. You suspect a rigged game.

Your phone chimes a couple times. You pull it out of your bag, and check to see who’s bothering you. Ah. The group chat.

    Alex: ughhh you guys my gmas killing me

    Alex: no seriously mexico fucking blows rn 

    Alex: i cant step outside without feeling like my balls are melting off my body

    Alex: and my brother won’t stop listening to the book of mormon soundtrack

    Alex: im going insane

Your friends are so melodramatic. You type out a couple of replies.

    Y/N: You should be used to mexican summers by now, you go every year.

    Y/N: And for the record, your brother is valid. Book of Mormon slaps.

    Alex: what the fuck youre supposed to be on my side u ass

    Alex: i thought our special thing was wicked. OUR SPECIAL THING, Y/N

    Y/N: I’m allowed to like multiple things. Including musicals. 

    Alex: never. fuck you. also what are you even doing rn come play minecraft with me

    Y/N: Yeah as much as I’d like to, I can’t.

“Y/N! So you finally came to see what this place is all about! What can I get ya?” you hear a familiar voice ask. Turning around to face the voice, you see Bismuth wearing her usual overalls and a rather nice looking bow tie. 

“Hey Bis, how’s it going? I like what you’ve done with the place. It’s nice. And uh, I’ll just take a hard cider for now.” You smile at her and set your phone down for a minute.

“Thank you! After we finished Little Homeworld, I had to find something else to focus on in my down time.” She explains while grabbing your drink from the fridge under her side of the bar, and opens it. “So tell me,” She sits the drink in front of you and leans on the counter. “What brings you out here today?”

You take a rather long sip from your drink before meeting the large gems eyes. On the stage, a tall, beardy man replaces the woman that just finished her piece. He immediately starts this jaunty, irish tune. He’s singing loudly, and it’s not bad. A couple of people are clapping to the tune.

“I just really needed to get out.” You replied, taking another sip from your drink. “I was kinda hoping I’d meet someone new, maybe get another friend to hang out with, since my friends wanted to ditch me this summer.” As you’re saying this, more people join the clapping. It’s getting a bit rowdy. “Or maybe at least get drunk enough to forget how lonely I feel.” You add, shrugging. 

“Well, I can supply the drinks, and at least a bit of company.” Bismuth winks, and turns to the patron 6 seats up waving her over. 

You check your phone again, and there’s more from Alex. AND Harper? She must still have phone service wherever she’s at.     Alex: what are u fuckin doin that so important that u cant play minecraft with ur best friend

    Harper: yeah, Y/N. the heck. Also alex, get lost, she’s MY best friend bitch

    Alex: u had ur chances but u left us so we’re a duo now. u can go

    Harper: excuse me!? I WILL end you.

    Y/N: Oh my god, chill. I’m just out right now, so I can’t okay? 

    Y/N: And nice of you to join us, Harper.

    Harper: fuck you I miss you okay. And I miss constant wifi :(

    Alex: OUT!? What do you mean OUT. its night. u play games with ME during this time

    Alex: for real what the fuck are you doing

    Harper: yeah, you don’t go out without us. Wtf are you doing?

    Y/N: I’m at a bar!!     Alex: WHAT

    Alex: dont tell me its the one place that just opened

    Alex: Y/N do NOT betray me you TOLD ME you were gonna go with me!!

    Y/N: I was. But I was also bored and you’re both gone, soooo. 

    Alex: wow

    Alex: i cant believe youve done this to me

    Harper: hmmm. ;)

    Harper: hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm ;)

    Y/N: What.

    Harper: you tryin to find girls again? 

    Harper: like that one time you went to empire city just to peruse the mall?

    Alex: LMAOOOOO

    Y/N: No.

    Alex: LMAOOOO Y/N GOOD LUCK TRYING TO FIND A GF LOLL

    Y/N: I’m not trying to find a girlfriend you fucks. Christ.

    Y/N: Also Alex, you’re one to talk. You can’t KEEP a girlfriend.

    Alex: ur just mad i have a passionate and intimate relationship w/ my hand

    Y/N: And it will probably stay that way. 

    Y/N: Besides, so far, no one cute here. So it’s a bust.

    Harper: a bust. Lmfao u just outed yourself :)

    Y/N: Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck.

You put your phone down before seeing whatever Alex attempts to reply back with. It sounds like the current boisterous song is coming to a close, and really, most of the people here are clapping along with this guy. It’s fun. And despite the playful ribbing from your shit-talking friends, you’re starting to have a nice time. You finish your drink, and nod over to Bismuth who catches your eye and nods back. You look over onto the stage, the man having cleared the piano, and see Lapis wiping down the piano and seat. Guess he spilled his drink while playing. Lapis, unlike Bismuth, actually dressed up a bit for the job. Her hair was pulled in a cute, small bun, and she was wearing what looks like a tailored tux with no jacket. The vest fit her quite well. She seemed.. happy. Good for her.

No one had taken up the stage again yet, but the place was still lively with chatter. You see someone out of the corner of your eye move towards the stage, but Bismuth comes over again so you tear your gaze away. 

“Another cider? Or do you want something else this time, Y/N? She asks, cleaning a glass with a rag, and moves on to the next one. 

“Ehh, yeah, give me another cider.” You say as you pull out your phone again. Bismuth sets down the drink in front of you.

    Harper: what a goddamn disaster. she got that from me i think

    Alex: no, youre both disasters separately

    Y/N: Fuck you guys. Give me a break.

You hear the piano start to play again, and someone pulling the mic forward. You look up to see pink hair.. And someone kind of familiar. She’s wearing black slacks, a white collared shirt, and suspenders. The shirt is partially open, and you see part of a pink gem showing through on her chest. It looks like she’s got mascara running down her face. 

And then.. she starts to sing. 

It’s lovely. It’s slow and a bit sad, but she seems to be enjoying herself. She’s definitely done this before. Quite a few of the people around quiet down some, so you can hear her pretty clearly. You drink some, and text your friends.

    Y/N: Guys, I lied. There’s a cute gem here who can sing.

    Alex: holy fuk

    Alex: what

    Y/N: She looks kind of familiar though? I can’t quite place it though.

    Harper: dude theres like near 100 gems now in little homeworld lol

    Harper: you’ve probs seen most in passing? :P

    Alex: are you serious Y/N? cant flirt with human women so u turn to aliens? lmfao

    Y/N: Ohhhhh my god. Die.

The gem on stage sings the chorus with gusto - man she’s really getting into this. You’re kind of taken a bit with her performance. It just pulls you. But also.. She really seems familiar now and it’s bothering you.

    Y/N: No I’m serious she seems really familiar and not in that In Passing kind of way.

    Harper: what does she look like?

    Alex: yeah a description would be nice 

    Harper: TAKE A PIC

    Alex: holy shit YES 

    Y/N: I can’t take a pic. She’s too far away, it’ll be blurry.

    Alex: literally just zoom in lord almighty

    Y/N: Okay. Hold on a sec.

You turn on your camera app, and face the stage. Looks like the gem is actually finishing up her song. Perfect, you’ll snap a pic once she stands up. She finishes, and most of the people are clapping for her. You zoom in, and it’s grainy, but decent enough to make out most of her. You snap the pic.

The flash was on.

A couple people turn to look at you, and you try turning away quickly, horrified, and see the gem looking in your direction before walking off into the crowd of people. You cannot imagine a worse scenario. 

    Y/N: FUCK FUCCCCKKKKKK.

    Y/N: (image sent)

    Y/N: I GOT YOUR FUCKING PIC BUT THE FLASH IS ON.

    Y/N: I’M PRETTY SURE SHE SAW THAT IT WAS ME THAT TOOK THE PIC.

With shaking hands, you take another sip of your drink and wait for a reply. Why is life like this.

    Harper: uh.

    Harper: ummm.

    Alex: wait

    Alex: one fucking second

    Y/N: WHY ARE NONE OF YOU CARING ABOUT MY PLIGHT. 

    Y/N: I’M TRYING NOT TO COMBUST ON THE SPOT HERE.

    Alex: shut up for one second

    Alex: harper isnt that

    Harper: uhh. yeah i think so.

    Y/N: WHAT!? WHO IS IT. WHY DOES THAT MATTER AT THIS POINT.

    Alex: lmao i cant believe i have to tell u this

    Alex: bitch do u remember that shit that happened last summer

    Alex: where half the town almost died from that gem shit

    Alex: that’s her     Alex: that’s the bitch who almost killed like, the entire planet

    Harper: you know that night your dad almost died??

As you’re typing back a reply, someone pulls the stool out next to you and takes a seat. You see a sliver of pink out of the corner of your eye as you try not to actually Look. Oh god. It’s her. God can’t help us now. 

[swaps55]

@joufancyhuh​ tagged me to share my 5 most bizarre/interesting animal encounters. 

Given I’ve spent so many years around horses, I could write books just about those experiences. But I curated a few, even some that don’t involve horses! This was fun and I wrote way too much. 

Tagging @citadelsushi​, @shadesofmauve​, @dearophelia​ and boy I wish @w0rdinista​ was still around because I know she’s got good ones. Have good stories to share? Please join in and tag me! 

1. The Klutzy Friesian

When I was in college, I had the coolest summer job. I worked in the Breeds Barn at the Kentucky Horse Park, dressing up in costumes to ride and show off how diverse and amazing horses can be (historical accuracy very doubtful, but we made it look REALLY cool). This included a desert princess costume for the Arabian. A Spanish Conquistador for the Andalusian. I wore Peruvian attire and held a glass of water while scooting around on a Peruvian Paso. I don’t know what the costume for the Missouri Fox trotter really was, but it looked cool and that horse was a blast. But the most awesome thing I got to do was dress up as Joan of Arc and ride a Friesian. His name was Tom. In addition to being drop dead gorgeous, Tom was also a Good Boy. Eager to please, perfect manners and an all-around doll.

Each of the horses used in the “Parade of Breeds” show we put on twice a day has a script. You come in as the announcer plays your music and starts your narration, and you perform for the crowd. Now, Tom’s script was a little different from the others, in that instead of trotting or puttering into the ring, you dashed up the chute at a dead gallop and charged into the ring. While wearing a cape and a chain mail hat. The goal was to be epic. Which isn’t hard with Tom. I mean, look at him.

Except, Tom was a laid back dude who had done the same routine for years, and wasn’t always super into charging into the ring. He needed some extra time to warm up and get PSYCHED for his big entrance, which usually involved galumphing around over a grassy area outside the chute, behind the bleachers where the audience sat. 

Well, one day in particular, the skies were clearing up after a good rain. Ground was wet but serviceable, show would go on! I was tasked to be Joan that day, so I donned my chain mail (not pictured) and flowy cape, saddled up my trusted steed and off we went to warm up. We were the last horse on the show list that day, so we were alone as I was getting him riled up, waiting for the horse ahead of me to finish. 

But it had been raining, right? And the grass is wet. Poor ol’ Tom hit a wet patch, lost his footing and went nose-first to the ground. 

Tom is a big dude. So when he hit the deck, that meant about 1300lbs of horse tumbling in a glorious black somersault, with a flash of red in there somewhere that was me in my cape and chain mail. 

Keep in mind there is no one back there to notice. Except the people in the bleachers watching the show. Who stop watching the show and start taking pictures of us in a heap. 

Tom gets to his feet, stands with his head hanging like, “Sorry boss. I done goofed.” 

I frantically grab him, run hands over his knees and legs to make sure he hasn’t hurt himself, straighten up my chain mail, then swing up – somehow, even then I didn’t do well climbing up on a horse from the ground unassisted – and ask him to move to see if he’s lame. With tourists still taking pictures. 

My script is starting, by the way, and they’re expecting me in the ring RIGHT NOW. At a dead run. 

We take a few steps. Nothing ouchy. Ok. Let’s GO. Tom and I hit a dead run and fly into the ring, no one the wiser except for the people who had their cameras ready. Nothing hurt but our egos. 

Tom was the best.

2. Revenge of the Breeds

The same summer I had my adventure with Tom, we also got a lot of rain. A lot of rain in that part of the world meant lots of white clover grew in the fields. All of the Breeds Barn residents got turned out around 4 in the afternoon and didn’t come back in until 7am, so they grazed on that stuff all night. What’s the big deal with white clover? Well, it makes horses very…slobbery. Ok, no big deal though, right? So you had a bunch of slobber faces to saddle up half the summer. Gross, but not that interesting.

Well, would be, except that these horses knew their routine really well, and all of them shared a mutual “doneness” when it came to constantly being gawked at, poked at, petted, etc. But because they were all Good Ponies (except the Gypsy Vanner, who was a dick, and the Arabian, who was shit-for-brains), they had to find petty ways to occasionally vent their frustrations.

Enter the white clover.

Every show we did that summer while the clover was in season, each horse we took into the ring would very patiently collect an entire jaw full of slobber. We’re talking green, slimy, gross buckets of slobber here. After each show, we would walk our charges over to the rail so visitors could come up and pet them, ask questions, and otherwise just get close to a horse. It was the best part of the show for me, because many of these people had never touched a horse before, and I got to share with them something I dearly loved.

Each one of these fuckers would choose that magical moment to open their mouths and let it rain green goo.

I did SO much explaining that summer about how it was because of the clover. They don’t mean it. They really like you! They’re showing you they like you. 

It was on purpose. Each and every time. 

I loved those horses so much. Even the shit-for-brains Arabian, which is a whole other story. I miss that job.

3. The Free Bird.

My old house in Kentucky had a fireplace that I never used, because it involved a chimney stove insert that was not up to code and too heavy to bother moving. At some point the chimney flue must have come loose or whatever it is chimney flues do, because birds would occasionally find their way into my chimney, and if they were REALLY determined, into my house. On the most memorable occasion, my 2 worthless cats were the only ones home. My dog was also home, however she was young and crated at the time and does not factor into this story (though she definitely does in the OTHER memorable bird occasion.) 

This house also had a spiral staircase, which is super cool to look at, but really not very functional save for one thing: it was the perfect place to feed my cats and ensure the dog didn’t get into their food. Each cat had her own step. Every day when I got home from work, the two cats would already be sitting on their step, in front of their bowls, demanding dinner. 

On the day of the bird incident, I come home as usual. Find everyone in their usual spots. Except this time there is an interloper. 

The goddamned bird that snuck into my house through the chimney is standing on the step ABOVE Cat #2. Both cats look at me. Yowl. Look at their bowls. The bird – who is essentially offering itself up as dinner mere inches away from Cat #2’s head – continues to do bird things and poop on my spiral staircase. The worthless cats did not so much as acknowledge the bird exists.   

I had to corral and chase the damn bird out of the house myself, which involved a feather duster and accidentally getting it stuck in a closet, without any help from nature’s bird killers still mad that they haven’t gotten dinner yet. 

One of these cats is still around and being a worthless grouchy cuddle slut to this VERY DAY. 

4. The Shithead Squirrel.

Same house. Same cats. Only add another cat. And the dog now has free house privileges during the day.

I had a cedar house. I loved that house. You know what else loves cedar houses? Squirrels. This one fucking squirrel in particular. Do not talk to me about squirrels. I hate squirrels. I loathe squirrels. All because of this motherfucker.

I had a basement garage, which means one side of the one story house was as tall as a 2 story. Naturally, this was the side of the house this asshole squirrel decided looked homey. I had noticed small holes chewed into the siding before, but it was in an unreachable spot that was kinda dangerous even with a ladder, and I didn’t have the money to hire someone to really fix it.

Until THIS ASSHOLE. This squirrel chewed its way into the siding of my house. Yanked out the insulation and tossed it on the ground to make it nice and homey. Peering around the corner from my deck I could WATCH him sunning his stupid face though the hole, enjoying the world from MY HOUSE without paying any fucking rent.

Well, the wall was also the wall of my living room. All the animals in the house could hear the squirrel in the wall. Imagine three cats and a dog all huddled next to the TV, staring at the wall.

That little fucker better not chew through the drywall, I thought.

The little fucker chewed through the drywall.

I came home from work to find all four animals huddled around an ACTUAL HOLE IN THE WALL, where this squirrel undoubtedly stuck his head through, saw four sets of teeth and made the first and only good choice in his miserable life. I had chicken wire and a block of wood screwed to the inside of my wall until I could get a contractor out to replace a bunch of the siding and insulation. It was the biggest check I’d ever written in my life and I hope he was STILL IN THERE when they sealed it up.

5. The Killer Chicken

YEARS ago, when I first got my mare, the barn I kept her at had all kinds of non-horsey animals running around. Goats, peacocks, peahens, dogs, cats…and chickens. There was one chicken in particular was a stealth master and a real hate on for humans. You did not go into the second barn alone. That was his domain. And if you did? Take a fucking broom. Otherwise, as you would walk down the aisle, beyond the echo of your boots you’d hear a skittering. Stop. Turn. Just a chicken. Minding its own damn business. Fine, right?

Turn around, keep walking. More skittering. Until it got close. Then there would be mad skittering, as this killer chicken would close on its prey and send you running for your damned life out of the barn, out into the open, away from its domain and its hate and its wrath.

When two people were present you’d never notice it was there. But when you were alone. You were prey.

[ringa-starr]

What You Mean to Me Pt3

A/N: Hey dudes and dudettes! Whew! You guys would not BELIEVE the blood, sweat and tears that I have put into this chapter all for you guys! The readers! My followers! All of you amazing people! You guys are the reason I write like a mad woman and I appreciate every like, comment, reblog...really from the bottom of my heart thank you thank you thank you!

I hope this chapter was worth the wait and I really REALLY wanna know what you guys think about it because, no lie, I have worked for two days straight on this and even lost a night’s sleep over it.

But that all being said please enjoy and stay tuned for part 4! Things are gonna really get cookin’! ;)

As always stay excellent and breathtaking and be excellent to each other!

-Love, Deidra

WARNING: SMUT!! DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18!

A/N: Party outfits!  ☝️

A pick-up truck filled with high school kids, including the cargo bed, slammed into the Prestons’ mailbox sending it flying across the yard the next night as it pulled into Bill’s driveway, his party already in full swing and obviously going strong.

Pump It by the Black-Eyed Peas was blasting from inside Bill’s home but it was so loud the music could be heard all over the neighborhood…perhaps even further.

Teens hung out in the yard and on the front porch, red cups in hand as they danced, talked, smoked, and/or made out.

River hopped out of the cargo bed and smiled as he took his girlfriend Ashley’s hand, helping her into the yard.

Once she was out of the truck, River smiled and placed a loving, gentle kiss on her cheek as well as the back of her hand.

That night, Ashley’s outfit consisted of a black top that read Caffeine Queen in bold white letters, pale blue jean shorts, and black Converse shoes along with a dark green jacket which she sported around her waist thanks to the hot, wet, night air.

Ashley’s shoulder length, bleach blonde hair hung loose, dark blood-red lipstick on her mouth and just as dark eye shadow around her gray, yet sometimes green, eyes.

Of course, it didn’t matter what she looked like.

River always thought Ashley was beautiful.

“You look great tonight”, he complimented her with a smile.

Ashley saw her boyfriend’s lips moving but she couldn’t make out what he was saying due to the loud, vibrating music.

“What?!” she cried, moving her head closer so she could hear him.

“I said you look great!” River repeated a bit louder in her ear.

Smiling, Ashley turned her head and kissed River’s lips, wrapping her arms around his neck.

River kissed her back, smiling into the kiss as he ran his fingers through her soft hair.

After another moment, River slowly broke the kiss and took Ashley’s hand, entwining her fingers with his as they opened the front door, music hitting them like an on-coming speeding train and the ground beneath them shaking and vibrating due to the massive bass of the stereo.

Loud cheers, whistles and yelling could be heard from all angles, the whole downstairs area of the house dark except for the rotating 9-color crystal ball filling the dark rooms with neon colors.

River and Ashley scanned the enormous crowd of San Dimas High students for their friends, River smiling and pointing out Bill, Deidra, and Ted center stage with their instruments, adding extra sound to the song.

Ashley and River moved further into the crowd to get a better look at their friends’ performance.

A/N: I recommend listening to 2:20-2:31 of this song https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PvlaZBxY6i0 )

Bill hit a few cords on his guitar before moving closer to Ted’s microphone, his best friend playing a sick guitar riff.

“Damn”, Bill sang into Ted’s microphone before slightly moving his head away.

“Damn”, Ted and Deidra chanted, Deidra having her own microphone attached to her drum set.

“Damn”, Bill sang again, a hot, seductive look on his face as he bent his knees a bit lower.

He had spotted Emily in the crowd and had his eyes locked on her.

“Damn”, Ted and Deidra echoed.

“Damn!” Bill breathed, bending a little lower, his heart pounding in his chest not just from the song’s energy but from the sight of the girl who held a special place in his heart.

He could put his feelings for her in one word at that very moment:

“Damn!” Ted turned his head and gave Deidra a look as if to indicate to her what Bill was trying to do.

“Damn!” Bill was now on his knees, gripping the guitar neck so hard his knuckles were turning white under his black leather fingerless gloves.

“Damn!” Deidra and Ted chanted for the final time, knowing smiles on both their faces as they watched their friend.

“Damn!!” Bill cried in song; his eyes squeezed shut as he leaned his head forward until it was touching the hard-wood ground.

His feelings for Emily had become far too much for him to handle at this point.

Deidra and Ted eyed Bill with slight concern until their friend found his way upright again, taking his place beside Ted.

As soon as the song was over, the sound of applause, whistles and cheers didn’t even seem to faze Bill.

He didn’t think he could get his guitar strap off fast enough before running off the stage he and Ted had set up hours before and disappearing in the crowd; only to reappear, his friends would find out soon enough, at the large refreshment table at the very far end of the room.

“Dude!” Bill heard Ted cry as he, Deidra, River, and Ashley ran up to him. “That kicked serious ass!”

Ted’s goofy smile slowly faded when he realized that Bill was not smiling back.

Instead, he was breathing hard, sweat pouring down his face, a hard, determined, and some-what angry look on his face as well, his eyes shining.

“Bill?” River asked, a bit nervous.

He had never seen his friend look like this before.

“Are you ok?”

Instead of answering River, Bill downed the cup of Pepsi he had just poured himself before throwing it across the room, his eyes never leaving his friends.

“I can’t take this anymore!” he cried, his hands gripping his blonde curls. “I’ve gotta tell her how I feel! Tonight!”

“Tell who what?” came a familiar female voice, causing the hair on Bill’s neck to stand straight up.

Emily walked up and stood in between her brother and Ted, giving Bill a curious smile.

Emily was sporting a white tank top with two black palm trees on either side, dark blue jean shorts, black sneakers, and a black beanie with the words Bad Hair Day on the bottom in white letters.

Her long blonde hair hung loose down her back with aqua blue highlights on the tips.

Suddenly, Bill felt lightheaded and dizzy.

He could hear his heart pounding in his chest so hard and so loud that he placed a hand over it, in case of the illogical event that it was to fly out of his chest.

A sudden sense of queasiness hit the teen’s stomach as well, the soda inside not helping matters much.

“Bill?” Ted questioned.

Even in bright, color changing neon lights, he could see Bill’s face getting paler by the minute.

“Are you alright, dude?” Ted tried again.

Breathing even harder, Bill wanted to say something but instead all he did was run off, heading for the downstairs bathroom.

Ted followed close behind him, hearing the bathroom door slam shut.

Feeling concerned, Ted pressed his ear against the door only to hear his best friend’s heavy breathing.

After hearing Bill gag a few times, Ted cringed and squeezed his eyes shut, his teeth clenched as he listened to Bill getting sick on the other side of the door.

A few minutes later, Ted heard the toilet flush followed by the door opening and Bill walking out, a small bottle of mouthwash in his hand, wiping his mouth with the back of his free hand.

“You okay, Man?” Ted wanted to know, placing a comforting hand on Bill’s shoulder.

Bill nodded before putting the open bottle of mouthwash to his lips, swishing the mint blue, germ-killing liquid in his mouth several times before spitting it out on the ground.

“Yeah”, Bill breathed with a sigh. “I-I’m fine dude…really.”

Ted smiled, wrapping an arm around his best friend’s shoulder as Bill continued to look at the floor.

“You really like her, huh?”

At the question, Bill’s head shot up, making eye contact with Ted.

The two were so close that sometimes they didn’t even need words to understand each other.

After a few moments of just solid eye contact, Ted’s smile grew wider causing a smile to form its way across Bill’s face.

“Excellent!” the duo cried out before doing their guitar move again.

“I’ve never felt this way before, Ted”, Bill confided in his best friend as they walked back into the living room.

“When I see Emily a-and think about her I…I just feel happy! Li-like I’m floating on air or something!” Bill’s voice grew a bit more excited with every passing word.

“You’re in love, dude!” Ted cried, happy for his best friend.

Bill didn’t think he could smile any wider, but he did.

“Yeah”, he agreed. “I-I guess I am!”

The duo soon spotted Ashley and River in their own little space dancing together to Michael Jackson’s P.Y.T, Emily dancing with Deidra nearby.

Bill watched as the girl he adored hung her head low, her long hair covering her face only for her to throw her head back, her hair falling perfectly back into place only in Bill’s eyes this happened in a slow, perfect motion.

His breath caught in his throat as he watched a smile form on Emily’s face as she slowly opened her eyes halfway, looking right at him.

Bill was so lost in his trance that he didn’t even notice that Ted was shaking his shoulder extra hard in order to get his attention.

“Huh?” Bill asked, feeling the same way he did when he was asleep in class and his teacher called on him. “What?”

“You’re drooling”, Ted laughed, pointing out the drool dripping off Bill’s chin and onto the floor.

Bill was thankful for the red neon light hitting his face at that moment because it masked the color of his face perfectly.

“Dude, you remind me of my uncle’s dog!” Ted laughed even harder as Bill wiped the now coagulating drool off his chin.

“Shut up, Ted!” Bill snapped, laughing a little despite himself.

It was after midnight and Bill’s party hadn’t died down in the slightest.

In fact, it was doing the opposite.

Lil Jon’s Outta Your Mind shook the whole house, the entire party looking and feeling as if it were now split in two halves, watching as students took turns dancing; some just dancing to show off their moves, some dancing seductively to impress the hot/popular kids, others twerking, and some even exposing themselves to the various groups of drunks around them.

Sometime during the party when Bill’s head was turned, all the sodas had been spiked with some of the best white wine San Dimas had to offer.

No one in Bill’s group of friends seemed to notice the slight change of taste to their drinks…and it seems like they didn’t even give a fuck themselves.

Deidra poured herself another cup of Sprite, this being her 10th cup of the night.

Placing a hand on her head to steady herself, Deidra turned, the room spinning in all directions around her as she took a long drink from her cup before taking a few stumbling steps.

Emily, who was a little tipsy herself, reached out and grabbed her friend’s arm as she saw her walk by.

“Dee”, Emily said, concern in her voice. “I think you should go upstairs and lie down. You’re really drunk, babe.”

As if her friend’s words went in one ear and out the other, Deidra harshly pulled her arm out of Emily’s grasp.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” she slurred loudly. “My fucking mother or somethin’?”

She threw her head back and downed the rest of her drink before standing back upright and throwing the empty cup as far as she could.

Deidra stumbled to the empty stage, the microphone making a loud, vibrating, whining sound as she griped in tightly in her hand, struggling to keep her balance.

Emily watched sadly as some students around her laughed at her best friend, and some, Emily noticed, pulling out their phones to record her.

“Attention ladies and gentle-dudes!” Deidra announced into the microphone after someone had cut the music off.

She now held the whole party’s full attention.

‘No good can come from this’, Emily thought to herself sadly, feeling hopeless and defenseless in her friend’s situation.

“I would like…to…s-sing a little song I-that I wrote just for this-o-occasion”, Deidra slurred before bowing her head and taking a deep breath.

She lifted her head up and stifled a burp that was wanting to come up, knowing she would throw up right there on that stage if she did.

Some student’s laughs could be heard at the sound as Deidra took another deep breath.

“Hear that lonesome whippoorwill”, Deidra sang in a loud, tone-deaf, southern accent.

“He sounds too blue to fly!”

Tears filled her eyes.

“And as I wonder where you are-“she sang louder before pausing to point at a male teen randomly.

“I’m talkin’ to you Jeremy!” she cried, sending daggers in the confused teen’s direction.

“I'm so lonesome I… could cry!”

Deidra barely got the word cry out before gripping the microphone so hard it whined again causing a lot of students to laugh even harder, some laughing so hard they fell to the floor, holding their stomachs, while others covered their ears trying to block the noise.

“Why would you leave me in that fucking rodeo?!” Deidra sobbed as she screamed.

Emily had had enough as she felt River gently touch her arm.

She turned her head to see her brother giving her a look that said, ‘Help her.”

Emily nodded before pushing past the crowd of hysterical party guests and running onto the stage, gently wrapping an arm around Deidra’s waist.

“C’mon Dee”, Emily softly said in her friend’s ear as she led her off the stage. “It’s ok now.”

“E-Emily”, Deidra breathed. “I-I don’t feel so good.”

Emily didn’t have time to react before Deidra bowed her head again and threw up where she stood, the students all around her jumping back to avoid being hit, a few girls screaming in disgust as the vomit splashed onto them.

“Heh”, River laughed softly from his spot beside Ashley who had her mouth covered with her hand in surprise. “Serves ‘em right.”

River, along with Ashley, Bill, and Ted eyed Deidra with concern as Emily walked over to the group, almost having to carry her friend herself.

“Bill”, Emily said, her voice filled with concern, “can Deidra lie down in your room?”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Bill nodded.

“Of course, babe”, he replied.

Without thinking, Emily leaned over and kissed Bill on the cheek before helping Deidra upstairs and into Bill’s bedroom.

Downstairs, Bill’s jaw dropped, his hand on the cheek Emily kissed.

He slowly looked at Ted who was giving him a large, goofy grin, his own eyes as big as plates.

“EXCELLENT!!” the boys screamed in unison before doing their air guitar move for the third time that night.

~~

Everything was returning to normal now as the music blasted again, most of the party guests barely remembering that anything happened.

Except Ted, it seemed.

He sat in a large circle of his classmates in Bill’s living room, ready for a game of 7 Minutes in Heaven.

Bill smirked as he came back from the kitchen with an empty root beer bottle.

He sat it in the exact middle of the circle before taking his place beside Ted.

“Okay, you guys know the rules!” he announced enthusiastically. “Someone spins the bottle and whichever lucky person it lands on gets to go into my parents’ room and do whatever they want for 7 whole minutes!”

“Or longer!” one of the football players cried out before letting out a loud cheer and slamming his fists in the air, earning him whistles and applause.

Ted slowly stood up from the circle, all eyes on him.

“Hey, where are you goin’, dude?” Bill asked. “Aren’t you gonna play?”

“You guys go on without me”, Ted replied. “I’m gonna go check on Deidra.”

That comment earned him a series of ‘Ooooohhhh’s from the circle but Ted ignored them.

Upstairs in Bill’s room, Deidra lay on Bill’s bed, rubbing her still queasy stomach.

Her head throbbed with pain and the music downstairs wasn’t helping matters any.

The room spun around her as she carefully turned her head at the sound of Bill’s bedroom door opening.

“Dee?” Ted’s voice said quietly as he carefully walked in the room and shut the door. “You ok, Dudette?”

Deidra groaned a little, seeing two of Ted as he spun around her in circles.

Ted sat on the edge of Bill’s bed, a concerned look on his face as he stroked his friend’s forehead.

“Ted?” Deidra said softly, still a little drunk, his touch filling good to her. “W-Would you hold me?”

Ted looked a little surprised by the question, taking a moment to take in what his friend said to him.

Finally, he gave her a tiny smile and nodded.

“Sure”, he replied, scooting closer on the bed and lying down beside her.

Deidra’s head was killing her as she slowly scooted closer to Ted, but it was worth it when she felt her pounding head on his chest.

Ted gently wrapped an arm around Deidra’s waist, being careful of her upset stomach.

Without saying a word, he gently lifted Deidra’s t-shirt a bit and began rubbing soft, careful circles on her belly.

She flinched a little at his cold his hand was.

“You ok?” Ted asked, feeling her tense up beneath his hand.

“Yeah”, Deidra replied softly. “It’s just that….”

She smiled a little. “Your hands are cold.”

Ted chuckled, giving her his cute, crooked smile. “Sorry, babe”, he apologized.

Deidra could only smile back as she felt her entire body relax.

“Ted?” she said after a few minutes of silence as he continued to rub her tummy.

“Mmm-hmm?” Ted replied.

Deidra blushed, her heart pounding again as she tried to find the words.

She stared into Ted’s beautiful brown eyes, wanting so badly to move the stray piece of dark hair that hung in his face.

“I…I…well…I-“she leaned up slightly, gently moving the loose piece of hair behind Ted’s ear before gently cupping his cheek with her hand.

“I love you, Ted”, she admitted softly, combing her fingers through his soft, dark hair. “I love you so much.”

Ted remained silent for a few moments, making Deidra feel like she was going to be sick again.

What if he doesn’t feel the same way? she thought.

What if he laughs in my face?

Dedra fought her hardest to keep the tears that were wanting to show back, every second of silence making her feel worse and worse.

Finally, Ted smiled genuinely, the fear in his eyes softening slightly, as he lowered his lips to hers.

Ted lifted her eyes to see his and without a word he lowered his lips on to hers again.

It was sweet, gentle...a touch that Deidra had craved for years now, soon her hands began to explore his body.

She felt his tight arms and broad shoulders and ran her hands down his back.

Deidra pulled his shirt off and drew planes on his chest and lowered her hand down to his pants.

She was surprised to have them so tight and then she blushed scarlet red when she realized what was happening.

Not wanting to chicken out now, Deidra pulled them down leaving Ted in nothing but his underwear.

Ted blushed too when Deidra took his pants off and held himself up over her to try and get them off all the way.

Ted's rough hands stroked Deidra's stomach and his hand went up on her body.

He began to lift her shirt over her head, and she froze.

The self-conscious feeling was creeping up again as she thought about her naked body in front of his eyes.

Ted must have picked up on her thoughts because he started to kiss her stomach and then moved his way up her body until he had finally worked her shirt over her head.

Deidra lay there and didn't meet his eyes.

"Deidra, you look beautiful." Ted assured her and began to cover her body with kisses again.

He worked up her body and down and she sighed in pleasure and delight was his lips raked against her skin.

Ted pulled her pants down and off with little trouble and soon was over her again.

He looked her very point in the eyes until she would meet his stare.

"Are you sure you want to do this? Just so you know I've never done anything like this before and I don't really know what to expect." Ted blushed slightly at the end and looked down.

Deidra was so nervous and scared she didn't want to speak in fear that her voice would shake and give me away.

Instead in response she took off her bra and pulled her underwear down and off all the way.

Then she was just there, she had become totally vulnerable and open to him.

Deidra bared all and she was relived.

Ted's eyes looked over her whole body and while Deidra wanted to hide she fought it because the look in his eyes made her feel like she was worth something.

He looked at her like he was looking at the most precious thing in all of San Dimas.

Slowly and awkwardly Ted pulled his underwear down.

Deidra let out a small gasp when she saw his manhood.

This was a whole new side of him.

Slowly Ted positioned himself over Deidra and her entrance.

Her body had a strange reaction while she waited for him and suddenly, she couldn't wait anymore.

Deidra grabbed Ted around his neck and pulled him down on her, he guided himself inside and she let out a sharp gasp as he penetrated her for the first time ever.

The tearing was almost too much and tears began to fill her eyes.

This is not what she thought it would be.

Ted looked at Deidra's face and quickly jumped off her.

"Deidra! I'm so sorry babe, I didn't mean to hurt you, God I'm such an idiot!" He brushed her hair back from her head and apologized repeatedly.

"Ted, stop. It's ok. I knew it would hurt at first, please. Can we try again?"

Deidra had heard girls talk about the brief pain and then the wonderful sensation afterwards and if this small pinch was all it took to make Ted wholly hers then she would tough it up.

This wouldn't last long.

Ted reluctantly got back on the bed and positioned himself over Deidra again.

She could tell he was about to rethink it again so before he could talk, she pulled him down on her and crushed her lips on his.

Deidra moved her hips to meet him and he was inside of her again.

This time it didn't hurt so badly, and she could feel the warmth beginning to rise inside her.

Ted took a few short thrusts at her until he finally found a rhythm to keep and he slowly pulled his head back up, he used both arms to steady himself and Deidra pulled her legs around his waist and anchor herself onto him.

Consequently, this did wonderful things to her insides and it felt even better.

Deidra could feel Ted losing himself in her and soon all kissing stopped.

He thrust again and again, and she felt a tingle inside her work its way down until she erupted in euphoria.

Ted collapsed on Deidra a second later and she laughed at his exhausted features.

He had a thin sheet of sweat on him and his back felt clammy.

Deidra knew she felt the same way and she loved it.

They laid next to each other until Deidra couldn't handle to separation anymore.

She half climbed on him, so they were closer and laid her head on his chest.

Deidra felt her head move up and down with his rapid breathing and closed her eyes.

This is what she's needed.

For the first time in a long time Deidra felt safe and whole as she dozed off in bliss.

She and Ted stayed wrapped up in each other that night with their naked bodies intertwined.

~~

Meanwhile downstairs, it was Bill’s turn to spin the bottle.

He spotted Emily sitting directly across from him and she noticed him, giving him a kind smile.

Bill felt his heart pound faster as he said a silent prayer before spinning the bottle as best he could.

‘Emily, Emily, Emily please Emily!!’ Bill prayed in his head; eyes squeezed shut.

A series of more ‘Oooohhhs’ filled the circle, causing Bill to open his eyes in dread…

…only to find the tip of the bottle pointed at Emily.

Inside, Bill was on Cloud 9 but there was no way he was going to let that show on the outside.

Instead, he slowly stood and, heart like a jackhammer, held out his hand.

Emily returned Bill’s shy smile as she took his hand, following him to the nearby closet, wolf whistles and cheers following them.

It was quiet for a few moments as Bill and Emily stood in the solid darkness in utter silence until Bill was startled by Emily’s angelic voice in the dead air.

"Bill?" She asked softly, almost reluctantly.

"Um," Was his soft reply.

"How… how do you feel about me?" He heard the true need behind the question.

The need of the truth and love.

"Emily, I… I…" He paused and took a deep breath. "I love you."

Her head shot up, her eyes were wide as saucers.

"Y-you love me?" She stuttered.

"Emily, I don't care if you don't feel the same way. I just wanna b-"

He was cut off by Emily slamming her lips onto his.

The kiss was passionate yet soft and hesitant.

It was also short.

Emily pulled back unwantingly and to Bill's dismay.

"How could I not love you, you moron?" She demanded more than asked.

Bill was too stunned to answer.

Emily really loved him.

"How could I not love a goddess like you?" Bill chuckled when Emily blushed before kissing him again.

This time Bill wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her onto his lap, so she was straddling him.

She felt his lips move across her cheek to her ear, where he nibbled on her ear lobe causing her to moan.

"Emily," He whispered into her ear.

"Hmm?" She sighed/moaned, bending her head against his shoulder, closing her eyes.

"Did you really mean that you want to leave school as a virgin?" He asked moving his mouth away from her ear.

"I would rather than sleep with every guy I can." She lifted her head and stared into Bill's green eyes. "But if there was just one guy I could love and count on, then no." Emily smirked.

"Really?" Bill raised his eyebrows. "Is there any chance that guy is me?"

"No." Emily simply said.

She laughed at the shocked look on his face.

"There is no chance because it is you." She kissed him. "And I want my first time to be with you."

"Same with me." Bill said picking her up and he started to walk to the stairs, Emily behind him.

When they got to his parents' room Bill kicked the door shut behind him and placed Emily on the bed.

But instead of joining her, he stepped back to admire her just sitting on the bed.

"What?" She asked with a smile.

"Nothing." Bill walked up to Emily and traced the contours of her face with is hand.

His warm breath tickled her neck making her spine tingle.

"Emily…" He said lovingly. Bill pushed her softly against the bed with his hand supporting her neck.

He pressed his body against hers with his head buried in her shoulder.

He phased her shirt and bra off to reveal her pale skin and threw them across the room.

Bill gently nipped her collarbone, earning himself a gasp.

He smirked against her skin.

He pulled himself up to look at her.

The way her skin shimmered in the moon light coming through the window and the shine in her blue eyes made her look like a goddess.

Having Bill look at her with such intense eyes made her shiver all over her body.

Emily could feel his eyes scan her body, carefully taking in the view of her exposed chest.

Her hands wanted to cover herself, but they couldn't.

Bill's strong arms held them firmly above her head.

Bill dipped his head down and licked her earlobe, making his princess twitch.

His lips trailed down the side of her face leaving a trail of fresh kisses.

Finally, his lips made it to hers.

When they were right above hers, he crashed them down with hunger.

Bill begged for entrance as his tongue liked her bottom lip.

The woman under him moaned into the passionate kiss, leaving an opening.

With his first chance, his tongue darted in deepening the kiss.

Their tongues soon began to fight for dominance.

After a while they broke apart to catch their breaths.

One of Bill's hands let loose of Emily's arm as it traveled down.

He heard Emily moan silently as his fingers played with one of her peaks.

His head slowly crept down to take in the other peak into his mouth.

His tongue swiveled it around making her moan louder.

Then he began to suck on it making her make more erotic sounding noises.

It excited him, making him nip her hardened peaks.

After a while, his other hand traveled down to her round hips.

Bill phased her shorts and underwear off at once and threw them to join her shirt and bra on the floor.

He used his hand to push her against his hardened manhood showing her his need.

Emily felt it poke her thigh roughly.

When she looked down, she saw a massive bulge growing.

When Bill nipped her peaks again, she arched her back into his body.

Bill's mouth left her breast as it traveled back up to her face.

He kissed her again but this time much softer.

He felt two arms snake around his neck deepening the kiss.

He also felt one of her shapely legs wrap around his waist.

Bill soon felt her grab at his shirt and Emily threw it across the room to join her clothes.

Bill used one arm to prop himself up and the one placed on her waist began to travel somewhere else.

He soon found her entrance that was dripping with her sweet nectar.

Emily felt a great wave of pleasure emit through her body as something entered her maiden hood.

She realized it was Bill's fingers slowly pumping in and out of her.

Her fingers dug into his back as she arched her body into his again.

Then she felt him shove in another finger.

A moan escaped her lips making him enter another one.

"Ahhh…" She said loud enough to drive him mad.

Bill's pace picked up as soon as he heard her moan out in ecstasy.

He felt her body grind into his hand in unison.

He kissed her as she moaned into his mouth.

He could feel her about to reach her climax.

As she drew nearer, he lowered his head until he was in-between her legs.

Bill quickly retracted his fingers and replaced it with his mouth.

He began to kiss it making her scream out his name in pleasure.

"Bill… ahhh!" She screamed as she felt a wet tongue enter her and swirl around.

Her body arched a final time before sinking back into the bed with a final sigh.

A rush of fluids exited her core as he lapped it up.

She tasted like honey; how would she feel?

Bill removed his pants and underwear, revealing his throbbing manhood.

He placed himself right above her with both arms placed at the side of her head supporting him.

He lowered his body until his manhood was placed at the entrance of her womanhood.

Before Bill entered her, he kissed her with passion.

He pushed himself inside of her with all his self-control he had left.

When he came to her barrier Bill broke the kiss and looked at her.

When Emily nodded, he kissed her again and broke through her barrier.

When he was completely rested inside of her, he broke the kiss to look at her.

When Bill saw the pain on her face, he closed his eyes and cursed himself for hurting her.

When he felt her arms re-wrap themselves around his neck, he opened his eyes and saw her smile up at him.

"It's okay, Bill." She whispered and he started to rock his hips.

When he pulled himself halfway out, he pushed his self-back in.

As his pace began to pick up, he felt Emily join him in a rhythmic pattern.

Bill growled as he could feel his partner about to reach her climax for the second time that night.

He had her moaning once again.

"Ahhh… it feels so good," She moaned into his ear. "Ahhhhh!" She screamed as her walls tightened around his shaft.

Bill soon followed her as he reached his peak.

His body lightly collapsed onto hers.

Both of their sweat mixed together as they embraced each other.

"Emily", Bill panted before kissing her forehead.

"Yes, Bill?" Emily panted, her blue eyes shining.

"W-Will you be my princess?" Bill breathed as he moved an aqua blue strip of hair from his beloved’s eyes.

Emily smiled and, as if answering his question, she kissed his lips tenderly, Bill cupping the side of her face with his hand.

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