#you love it when they wear a cheerleader dress you throw a fit when they grow a mustache

[roscoe-me-and-this-fuckin-kid]

some of y'all LOVE when your blorbos play with gender expression until they do it in a way that you personally don't vibe with just sayin'

[gatorbites-imagines]

Okay since you now write for cod what about Alejandro, Soap, and Köing reacting a their tall femboy boyfriend who's great at fighting? Like even beat ghost in heels and a dress. Thank you!

Alejandro Vargas, John “Soap” MacTavish, König x tall feminine male reader

headcanons

I just went with a feminine reader, please never use the word femboy in requests sent to me, cuz ill most likely delete them since the word makes me a hundred types of uncomfortable.

I’ll write this one tho since I’ve never actually told yall how I feel about the word, just for future reference.

Now I made the reader taller than Alejandro and Soap, but he’s shorter than König cuz that man is taller than a building.

Alejandro Vargas

-          I think Alejandro would be very impressed with how skilled you are, especially when on a bet you wipe the floor with Ghost, whilst also wearing heels. He will never let Ghost live it down.

-          You are already taller than him, so when you wear heels, he has to turn his head upwards so far to look at you. He’s the type to stand on his tippy toes to kiss you, he doesn’t care what others think.

-          Alejandro definingly will get you heels or other clothes he thinks you would look great in, he gets some help from Rodolfo to find websites that has stuff in your size, since it can be hard to find something that’ll fit tall people.

-          Alejandro is big spoon no matter how tall you are, live with it. He loves to wrap you in his arms and hold you close, presses kisses all over the back of your neck and says all kinds of mushy things in Spanish when you cuddle.

-          He would let you practice makeup on him if you wanted, would even go to debriefings or on missions wearing it if he had too. He doesn’t care what others think, because its special to him and it makes you happy.

 John “Soap” Mactavish

-          Soap would never let Ghost live it down after you beat his ass in your tallest heels, he’s on the sidelines cheering like he’s a fulltime cheerleader. He also made bets with the others that you would win so he has money for your next date night.

-          Soap is somewhat embarrassed that you’re taller than him, mainly when you wear tall heels because you tower over him so much. He’s more embarrassed because he can’t kiss you or wrap his arms around you and rest his head on your shoulder.

-          He’s not above jumping to kiss you, or crawling up onto a ledge or counter to kiss you.

-          He flirts about your height, like asking how the weather is up there beautiful and things like that.

-          Soap goes absolutely crazy if you wear his clothes, even if most of it doesn’t fit height wise. He goes out of his way to get hoodies that are way too big for himself so you can steal them and feel comfortable in them.

 König

-          König would want to train with you himself, especially after seeing you throw Ghost around like a ragdoll. He would ask questions to how you were able to get so skilled in heels. He actually takes what you tell him to heart, because you never know when you might need to fight in heels.

-          Out of heels you are shorter than König, but wearing heels you are taller than him, which he secretly really likes.

-          He likes to be able to look up at you or have you wrap around him from behind, he also likes he doesn’t have to bend at the knees a whole lot to kiss you even if you aren’t wearing heels, makes it life a lot easier.

-          König also feels like he doesn’t stand out as much with you around since you are both so tall.

-          He would throw down with anyone who ever disrespects you for being feminine, he might be shy and have major anxiety, but he will kill a man for insulting you. Then he would hug you and mutter all kinds of sweet words and compliments in German.

[emmathcmpson]

{ RACHEL ZEGLER, 23, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER } Is that EMMA THOMPSON? A SENIOR originally from UPPER EAST SIDE MANHATTAN, NEW YORK, they decided to come to Ogden College to study THEATER. They’re THE GREGARIOUS on campus, but even they could get blamed for Greer’s disappearance.

wanted connections. timeline/updates. current plots.

statistics.

full name: emma isabella thompson

nicknames: n/a

gender: cisfemale

pronouns: she/her

birthday: october 12, 2000

fc: rachel zegler

zodiac: libra sun, leo moon, gemini rising

libra sun: fundamentally oriented towards fairness and justice. always-generous relativism allows her to see both sides of every situation, though this may sometimes come off as indecisive or insecure. doesn't get tied down to a single view of things—frequently questions herself and rethinks her views; more impressionable than appears. does what she says, can get a lot done. typically well-dressed.

leo moon: emotional self is dramatic, proud, expressive, idealistic, and somewhat self-centered. needs a lot of love, care, and validation from other people. finds security and safety through home and family.

gemini rising: comes across as quick-witted, chatty, eclectic, and fun, though somewhat inconsistent. in conversation, she seems probing and curious.

sexual orientation: heterosexual (maybe)

marital status: single

positive traits: extroverted, friendly, imaginative

negative traits: fragile, self-indulgent, gullible

extracurriculars: school radio station (music host), cheerleading team (captain), mental health union, acapella, theatre collective, vp of recruitment for kkg

skills.

emma is pretty gifted with a paint brush. she loves painting and drawing. she mainly uses it in her free time because she's not incredibly passionate about it. you can find her in the quad doodling away in her free time.

emma makes jewelry in her free time, as well. she runs a small etsy shop where she sells different things that she makes. she definitely does not have to, but she likes being able to share her creativity.

emma loves being able to perfect her handwriting and calligraphy. she has a keen eye for being able to copy different types of fonts or other people's handwriting. her favorite is calligraphy, however.

physical features.

eye color: dark brown

hair color: dark brown

hair type: mostly straight, has waves

height: 5′2′’

piercings: simple lobe piercing on each side

tattoos: no visible tattoos

clothing style: mixture of styles. loves preppy, classic, and minimalist fashion. wears a lot of blue and pink. can never find her wearing something that isn't designer.

jewelry: wears gold jewelry, mainly wears jewelry that she makes

character parallels.

tba

family.

antonia thompson; 48 age, socialite.

aleksander thompson; 54 years old. lawyer.

character trope.

the gregarious. someone who is the life of the party, is friends with almost everyone they meet, loves to socialize. emma knows how to throw a party and how to be the life of it. growing up, her parents threw parties each weekend for them and their business partners, trying to engage more and more into a world that emma wanted no part of. emma is a theater major, and boy is she going to use it to her own advantage. need someone to perform at your party? emma's the one. need someone to fake a break-up with to get the attention of someone else? emma's the one. she fits the mold of the character other's seek. emma loves being the center of attention, as long as it's only the good attention.

emma.

emma is the only daughter of antonia thompson, a socialite, and aleksander thompson, a famous lawyer. during her earlier years, emma was their pride and joy - their only little girl, her sweet laughter filling the room. as soon as she was old enough to talk, emma's heart was deep into singing. she would sing when she woke up, when she went down the hall, when she did anything.

academics has never been important to emma. she glided her way through high school. her parents and her argued about going to college. emma wanted to get a head start on her career as an actress, but her father wanted a different path for his daughter. of course, her father won the argument.

emma has been in a lot of shows. she's spends her summer's in community theater or off-broadway shows. she is almost always playing the main character. she has never been in the ensemble. she just has always put of main character energy and could never handle being in the background of a production.

will do anything her father asks her to do. who could win an argument between an actress and a lawyer? definitely not emma.

slacks off in her classes. somehow gets her work turned in on time. will pull the dramatics if something isn't going her way in class (i.e., she needs an extension). puts more of her energy in school play productions. she loves drama, but not if it's her own life. only within characters of a play.

incredibly sweet and boisterous. loves socializing. could do a hundred laps around a party, but never run out of things to say. will be the life of the party.

has her own etsy business where she makes handmade jewelry and signs (like birthday cards, place settings, etc). donates most of the money to women's shelters. she likes the idea of being able to make her own money, but it's not like she needs the money from her business. if she's not on stage, you can find her sitting criss crossed on the floor, putting together necklaces and other various jewelry.

greer morrison.

emma and greer's family ran in similar circles. however, emma hadn't exactly paid attention to greer as most others did. both of their families knew each other. emma had spent most of her childhood focused on her broadway dreams, so she had not officially/personally met greer until emma enrolled in ogden. of course, emma could notice the beauty and poise behind greer, knowing a girl like her could do anything and everything she wanted. emma respected the hustle, and fell into the trap of being in her social circle. emma doesn't have a distinctive memory of her and greer, most of their interactions were at parties. they were not close at all.

[cordelianewman]

One perk of having an older boyfriend -- okay, by a year, but still older, was that he had the chance to warn her about the teachers, what to expect with the school work, the different events, what to look out for, so to say she had a tiny bit of an edge. "It's not my fault he couldn't land a cheerleader back in his days of high school and he obviously has a bias against us now and was all judgey." she quipped, a little sniff to the air as if that had to be the reason. He was an incredibly strict teacher and she had to admit, she hated that math class, and Cage had probably heard his fair share of complaints as she did her homework before he'd find his 'creative' ways to distract her. "Plus I did my homework, I took good notes, don't punish me because some -- not all -- of the team didn't do that." Giving a roll of her eyes, it was a silly conversation but she loved these moments when they could just talk about the seemingly most unimportant things and still have this intimacy around them. "It would be more than pretty transparent, it'd be translucent 100%. So if you're looking to give everyone a show of what is or is not under this dress." Giving emphasis to the not part. After all this was a white dress, there was very limited garments she could wear under it and which ones she could were very, very tiny and risque. As his arms suddenly wrapped around her a squeal left her lips that echoed through the trees, bouncing off of them as it turned into a fit of giggles followed by his name falling from her lips, she was sure the echo could reach back to a few of the people who stumbled further from the building and more towards the trees but she didn't care. They had found their way into their little bubble where they were the only two people in the world who existed, and everyone else be damned. Her arms came to rest against his chest. "You are..." Her words breathless from the fluttering of laughter that had consumed her as he had spun her round. "Something out Cage Newman." Her head tilted back, her blonde hair falling back down around her shoulders, it shimmering in the moonlight as she looked up at the stars. "You be careful before you regret giving me any ideas." she teased from him almost pretending to throw her into the creek, because her jumping in and having him have to figure out how to smuggle her out of there could be just as fun but also quite the task. "We can always make new memories, isn't that the good thing about us now. We get to keep the past, tuck it into a pretty little box, but now we get to make our memories according to us, whatever we want?" she asked as he brought her attention to the fireflies that were gently lighting up and flickering in the distance. "Do you remember when you caught a few of them in a jars and we just laid on a blanket with them flickering around us. We had what just been going out a few months? Weeks? Think that was the first time ended rolling around in the field doing a little more than kissing." It hadn't been their first time together but they had started to have that need and want to explore each other more and connect with each other.

There had been very few classes that Cage and Cordelia had shared, with him being a year apart, but it made the stories that much more amusing, considering he had lived it, only to hear her repeat it back to him the next year. Telling her what teachers to look out for, giving her tips on how to best survive a hard class, even if she would ace it with flying colors where he had struggled. "To be fair, I very much so remember warning you about him being super strict about start and end times for class, so if you guys giggling and coordinating Friday night after party outfits made class late…" he trailed off, knowing that it was only going to get him in trouble, but she made it so easy for him to tease her. If the worst thing that Cordelia could remember about her grades was math not being a shade higher than it was… she had done alright for herself. But she always had; she was just that kind of person. Better than him, for miles. Dropping his eyes to move over her dress when she mentioned no dust, no water, and skinny dipping, his mouth opened into a small 'oh' of realization; she was wearing white. Thin, white, flowing fabric that was going to cling to her every curve if she got it the least bit wet, and more than likely give the entire world a glimpse of everything that was underneath. Or the lack of anything underneath, which was the actual issue at hand. "That… would pretty much be transparent, wouldn't it," he screwed up his face for a moment, and then let out a low sigh, as though accepting that it was fate, "oh well," he wrapped his arms around her middle, lifting her as though he was going to toss her into the pool of the creek just a few feet away from where they were standing. But instead, he spun her around before setting her down on her own two feet again, not daring to even consider tossing her into the water, but he also couldn't resist teasing her, holding onto that lighthearted, boyish feeling that entered his chest whenever they shared moments like this. The feeling of youth that clashed with the feeling of getting older. Something he had dreaded for most of his life until he realized, with some light of hope, that he could get older with her, now. "It is," he confirmed with a wistful smile. "It's kind of nice to enjoy it now, have a place that's ours as adults, make new memories in." As he looked past her shoulder, he felt another small smile touch his lips, his eyes lighting up as gently turned her body so that her back was against his chest, one arm fitting around her waist, and the other reaching up to point. "Look, the fireflies are coming out." Dancing in the trees and the bushes, little neon lights sparkling around the water's edge, blinking in and out.

[scented-morker]

Enhypen as high school relationship cliches

enha x gn reader, high school au! headcannons, these are out of order but 🤷🏻‍♀️

Heeseung as the cheer captain and head sports guy

He was the most talented boy on whatever sports team he was on.

Best dancer, basketball player, football player, heck if he really put his mind to it he probably could have taken your spot as captain of the cheer squad

You were the preppy, encouraging cheerleader who was supporting him at every game or competition he participated in, usually with his jersey on or his number written on your cheek in the fat print of a paintbrush in your high schools colors

Your dates were usually after games, going to dinner in your uniforms and laughing at the weird looks you got from adults

People stared when you guys walked down the hallways together

It just made sense you two were the perfect couple, and it was clear to everyone in the room

Sunghoon was quite popular at your school

He was gorgeous, with a smile that could melt hearts, but he rarely showed it

He was gorgeous, with a smile that could melt hearts, but he rarely showed it

Girls flocked to him like birds, and his locker was always full of love notes and gifts. Valentine’s Day was a practically a physics project with how hard everyone in the school worked trying to fit their gift on his desk

He lived up to his “Ice Prince” title well, throwing away the notes when he got them and giving away whatever gifts and sweets he got

If anyone was bold (stupid) enough to ask him out, he ruthlessly rejected them on the spot

Until he met you.

With your bright smile and consistent kindness to everyone in the school, you were the exact person everyone would expect him to hate

But really, you seemed to be the only person he didn’t.

People watched in awe as the sweets from his locker were handed over to your arms, since he knew how much you loved chocolate, and his smile that many people had never seen before was a frequent guest whenever you were around.

Students stared in confusion when out in public they saw the same boy who sent girls crying to the bathroom during lunch wearing matching outfits and kissing your forehead

Sunghoon was an unattainable fantasy, for all except you

Jake as the academic rivals

Ever since grade school everyone knew you and Jake were geniuses

Maybe not actually, but you were definitely above the rest of the class when it came to brain power

The only people on par with your intelligence was each other

Which led to endless competition. Who could get the highest score on which test? Who could outrank the other? Who did the teachers like more? Who could do complicated math problems faster?

Everything to you two was a competition

One that always had an unclear winner. Jake would outscore you on the literature exam, but then you’d totally destroy him on the precalculus final. His physics thesis was levels higher than yours, but the chemistry experiment you conducted was flawless

Never was there a moment of “wow he/she is so much better than Jake”, even though the entire school was waiting for it

You two didn’t mind though, it was fun to keep everyone guessing

The school almost burnt down when they found out you two were dating

Nobody could know about the time you stayed up late before a big test because Jake had a bad day, or the way he didn’t do his homework because he spent the night comforting you after a nightmare.

School was important, but you were more important to each other

Jay as the popular boy and the artsy outcast

Everyone in your school knew who Jay was

He dressed well, was nice to everyone, and was the most fun person to hang out with

He was well liked by everyone in the school, for obvious reasons, which meant he always had a crowd of people following him around

You however, much preferred the quiet art room during your free periods, opting to stay home and watch studio ghibli movies instead of whatever horror flick the popular crowd was going to see on any given Friday night

So imagine their surprise when Jay started walking with you to class instead of whoever was “cool” that week

His arms, which usually had a sports ball or electronic gadget in them, were now being used to carry your sketchbooks or the canvas for your next big project

Some weekends you’d tag along to whatever parties he was invited to, dressed in a trendy outfit he had picked out for you, and he’d let you follow him around all night, never once getting tired of your hands holding onto his shirt as he weaved through the crowds of people

Other times, you two would sit in your bedroom on the floor, watching whatever random thing you had discovered that week while you shoved cheese puffs in his mouth and laughed at his stick people drawings of the two of you holding hands (I literally awed writing that wtf Jay is so cute he def would do that🥺)

He brought you out of your shell, but he also learned that sometimes the intimate moments like holding your hand in the middle of a museum on a random Monday while your eyes sparkled and hands shook was just as exciting as being around hundreds of people

Because really, no matter how many people there were around you, it always felt like just the two of you

Sunoo as the person who was helping you get someone else

Sunoo loves love, and most importantly he loves helping other people find love

So when he hears through the rumor mill that you, his quiet seat mate, has a crush on someone, he plans on using his skills to get you a date, while also getting closer to you bc he really wants to be your friend

So one day when everyone else has left the classroom, he stays after and waits for you to pack your things, before asking you who your crush is

Too embarrassed to say his name, which is who you really like, you blurt out the first name you can think of “Jake Sim”

So of course, Sunoo offers his services, promising he can get you a date with the boy you supposedly are so smitten for

This leads to lots of nights spent hanging out in your room, picking out outfits for important days, grabbing coffee on your way to watch Jake’s soccer games, and it wouldn’t be a set up without the wonderful and entirely cliche makeover !!!

He does get you a date with Jake Sim, one that you turn down as soon as it’s offered, much to your amazing matchmaker’a confusion

The confused frown is wiped off of his face and replaced by a fuzzy feeling inducing smile when you tell I’m it was really him who had your heart all along

Jungwon as brother’s best friend

Jungwon was your brother Niki’s best friend

He also happened to be sweet and helpful and have the cutest dimples on the entire planet

So after weeks of him coming over to play video games and eating dinner with your family, it’s no wonder you fell for him

Now you’d think that Niki would hate the idea, but he was all for you two getting together

He hated being in the middle of the lovesick puppy looks you two threw across the couch at each other, but loved the fact that you could just both hang out with Jungwon

if you dated someone random, he’d have to meet them and determine if he liked them, and of course do the whole scary brother thing, but with Jungwon he already knew he liked him, as the boy definitely was a little scared of Niki, because to be honest who wouldn’t be (child microwaves yogurt, that’s terrifying)

Niki as secret admirer

You thought Niki might actually the coolest person ever

He hung out with all the older boys, could dance like someone twice his age, and he had the most laidback funny personality

Nobody you had ever met could make someone smile or laugh as quickly as niki could

While he was loud and outgoing and chaotic, you were quiet, and a little insecure

You wanted to make sure he knew how much you appreciated him, without facing the option of rejection

Hence, anonymous letters

You felt silly the first few times, but after seeing the way he smiled when he read them, or the way he proudly held them up to show his hyungs that someone liked him, you made sure to never miss a day (even if that meant your best friend sunoo had to slide one into his locker because you had a cold but couldn’t let him go a day without a note, an action you still owe the boy ice cream for)

The thing you definitely weren’t expecting though, was for him to write you a letter back

Every day when you went to put the letter in his locker, there would be a little envelope taped to it, Niki’s messy handwriting on the front, addressed to his ‘secret admirer’

He eventually figured out it was you, although you’re not sure how, and he refuses to tell you no matter how many times you beg (although you definitely suspect sunoo)

You still write each other letters, and whenever either of you are sad, not only are there tons of old letters to read over the many things you love about each other, there’s always a fresh one waiting, the secret admirer on the front being replaced with words like ‘my love’ or ‘sweet boy’

[mediocre-writerr]

bad reputation [quinn fabray]

Quinn Fabray x fem reader

Requested: Could you maybe do a Quinn Fabray x reader (female), the reader is a punk type of person with a nose ring and dyed hair and all that jazz and Quinn wants to impress her so she joins the skanks and tries to get the readers attention and then they have a whole confession to each other?

*not my gif*

You pressed the end of the cigarette to your lips and exhaled slowly. The feeling of warmth coursing through your body as the tobacco hit you. Your usual ombre purple hair down and in curls. You were wearing your Doc Martens with a band tee and black distressed jeans.

Skipping class especially chemistry with your crew was a routine. If you didn’t do it, well lets just say it wasn’t a normal day. The people around school call you the skanks because why the hell not, right? You stood under the bleachers with your friends talking and laughing when the head cheerleader headed straight towards you guys.

“What the hell is she doing out here?” your friend whispered to you and you shrugged.

She stood in front of you and you had your classic smirk on your face. Everyone loves calling you a player especially with your flirty and confident personality mixed with your shit-eating smirk, it got you a lot of girls.

“Well well well, are you lost Fabray?” you ask her. 

Her beautiful blonde hair was straightened as her green eyes stared back at yours, “No, I know you come out here during chem and I wanted to join you.” she says with a shrug.

She was wearing a simple white t-shirt with blue jeans and a pink cardigan. Quinn wasn’t the type to skip class, she cares about her grades and her reputation. So why start now? 

“Mhm...you the perfect church girl with the perfect family wants to come skip class to hang out with the skanks, I don’t buy it,” you reply throwing your cigarette on the floor before putting it out with your shoe, “We barely know each other Fabray so why are you really out here?”

Quinn was about to answer, but she saw your friends staring at her and she hesitates. You pick up on this quickly like she only wants to talk to you. 

“Hey can you guys give us a moment? I’ll see you guys at the party tonight.” you tell them and they nod before leaving the two of you.

“See ya church girl!” one of you friends yell and they laugh together before leaving.

“So Fabray...what’s up?” you respond grabbing another cigarette from your pocket and lighting it yet again.

“I’m done with my parents controlling my life. I just want to live my own life. I want to join the skanks.” she says and you nod. 

You look at her and smirk, “Are you sure it’s not for another reason?” you ask and step forward towards her, your lips getting dangerously closer to her face.

You lean in closer to the point where you can feel her hot breath on your lips. Your guys’ lips touch just a little before you pull away teasingly, “It’s not that easy to join the skanks. Come to the party tonight, I know you probably already heard about it. You are head cheerleader after all.” 

“I don’t know if I can my parents...” she respond and you stop her.

“Isn’t this exactly what you want to change? Your parents constant grasp on deciding what’s best for you and now living your own life?” you ponder throwing the cigarette onto the floor and stomping on it yet again.

“You’re right,” she says.

“I know I’m right sweetheart, I’ll pick you up at 8,” you say before kissing her cheek softly, leaving your color lipstick stain on her cheek, “You may wanna wash that off before you get back to class.” 

That night you drove over to Fabray’s house, the streetlight was dim as the moon shined brighter. You walked out of your car and up to her front door, knocking softly. Her mom opened the door and you gave her a small smile. 

She smiled back looking up and down at your outfit. You knew parents like these all the people you’ve ‘dated’, their parents were like this. So you knew how to hide who you really are. Not to your surprise she nodded approvingly. 

“Quinny, your friend is here!” Quinn comes down the stairs and she looks confused at your wardrobe outfit. 

You looked equally confused at hers. She was wearing a cropped band tee and black distressed jeans. She looked different and you didn’t like it. But you just let her do what she wants to do, changing into a whole different person.

Quinn bolted out the door without a word to her mother. If her mother saw her wearing that she’d really throw a hissy fit. You made your way to the car as the front door shut behind you. 

You opened the trunk to reveal your usual clothes. Pulling at the hem of your shirt you lifted it up and took it off. Quinn stood there staring at you shirtless. 

“Like what you see Fabray?” you ask her with a wink and she blushes before looking away. 

You put on the rest of your clothes before making your way to the passenger seat to open it for her, “Wouldn’t have pegged you for someone who does this.” she states. 

Before you respond you get into the driver’s side of the car, “Well I may not have had parents who actually gave a shit about me, but I know my basic chivalry.” you say as you begin the drive to the party. 

At a red light you pull out a cigarette before lighting it and exhaling the smoke out of the window. You can practically feel Quinn’s eyes on you, “Can I have one?” she asks.

“No, absolutely not,” you say exhaling another puff of smoke out the window, “These guys are terrible for you once you get addicted.”

She slaps your arm, “What? You do it!” she exclaims and you nod.

“I do and it’s terrible for me, one day it’ll probably kill me. But I also never had someone care enough about me to tell me not to.” you explain nonchalantly.

“So why can’t I have one?” she asks and you chuckle to yourself.

“I think you know why.” you say without missing a beat.

“Yeah, but I want to hear you admit it.” she shrugs teasingly.

“Fuck Fabray...because I care about you enough to tell you not to do it.” you say and she’s just about to respond when you open and close your door.

Not realizing that you guys were already parked in front of the house. You went to the passenger side and opened the door for her yet again as she stepped out. 

“What’s with the change of clothes?” you ask, trying to change the subject. 

“I thought I’d fit in more to be a skank if I wore this. Do you like it?” she asks twirling around and you give a tight-lipped smile.

“I guess.” you shrug opening up the door to lead both of you inside. 

The two of you made your way through the crowds of sweaty people and alcohol to find the rest of your friends. They automatically hand you your drink, they know your poison.

“Church girl? Is that you? I love your outfit!” one of your friends say and you roll your eyes.

“Yeah she wanted to change.” you mumble before taking a sip of your drink. She looks at you confused, but you just shrug it off. 

You hand her a drink that you made for her. Not too much alcohol so she can’t go home, but just enough so she can feel a little bit. She takes a sip of it as you sit on the counter watching over her carefully, but still trying to maintain conversations with your friends. 

She gestures you to get closer to her and you oblige, “Everything okay Fabray?” you asked trying to hide the concern in your voice.

“Yeah, I just want to go mingle with other people and get to know more people. I’ll be right back.” she says and you nod before waving. 

She waves back making her way out of the kitchen. You settle yourself back to where you were in the first place. Your friends looked at you with their shit-eating smirks that you know oh so well. 

“You’re so smitten Y/N!” they exclaim before punching your arm. 

“Oh shut up!” you say taking out another cigarette. 

Quinn’s POV

I was walking around like a deer in headlights. I didn’t know anyone at this party like I thought I would. 

“It looks like you need a friend.” some girl says above the loud music.

She was pretty, a brunette with piercing blue eyes. She was wearing a simple white tee and slightly ripped blue jeans. 

“Yes please.” I respond and sit down next to her on the couch.

“I’m gonna be honest you don’t look like one to come to these things.” she says and you shrug.

“I thought it would be fun, I’m sorry I didn’t catch your name.” I exclaim sticking out my hand, “I’m Quinn Fabray.” 

“Layla Tanner,” she says with a sweet smile before shaking my hand and I nod. 

I don’t know why she came down and wanted to talk to me, but it’s nice to have some new company. I talk with her for a little bit, just making fun of the people who’s drunk off of their ass.

“So you seem like a sweet girl, so I’m doing this for a good reason. I just want to warn you about Y/N Y/L/N.” Layla says and I stared at her confused, “I was her only actual relationship. Now she just sleeps around with everyone.” 

“How do you know I was with her?” I ask raising my eyebrow. 

“Because I saw you walk in with her, attached at her hip. She’s trouble.” she says and I nod.

“You’re gonna need to give me more explanation than that.” I tell her and she lets out a small sigh before rubbing her face with her hands.

She took a deep breath before answering, “Y/N was sweet at first, completely different from her usual persona. I actually thought I was changing her for the better but that only lasted for so long, she started messing around with other girls behind my back, cheating, never wanting to hang around me so i took it as a sign that we were drifting apart so I tried to be more like her and her friends, maybe that was someone she wanted to hang around more. I started dressing differently, smoking cigarettes, doing drugs. None of it helped and she just became even more toxic until I broke up with her.” 

Even though that kind of does sound like Y/N, it doesn’t sound like the Y/N I’m starting to get to know.

Your POV

You look around to find Quinn. Hoping that some creep didn’t come in and take her elsewhere. You smile when your eyes land on her, but see one of the people you hate the most talking to her. Your facial expression hardens and turns cold. 

You make a beeline towards them before crossing your arms over your chest, “Layla Tanner.”

“Y/N Y/L/N.” she says standing up.

“Here to tell her about how much of a fucked up person I am?” you ask and she nods.

“Yes and how you will always be a fucked up person no matter who comes into your life and you end up corrupting everyone around you.” 

You nod, laughing to yourself, “Maybe you should go stick your nose up someone else’s ass. Mind your own damn buisness.”

She laughs before turning to Quinn, “Just be mindful of what I said to you, I would hate to see something like that happen to you.” 

Layla walks into the crowd of drunken people as you sigh out loud. 

“When you said you wanted to mingle with people I didn’t think that would mean my ex.” you say sarcastically rubbing your hand over your face. 

“Trust me I didn’t think so either.” she says letting out a little chuckle. 

You need to clear this up with her. As much as you don’t want to admit it, you like Quinn and you don’t want her to think of you as some sort of monster. 

“Want to go outside and talk?” you gesture towards the backdoor.

“Yes, I need some air.” 

You hold out her hand and she grabs it as she pushes herself out of the seat. You both make your way out to the patio hand in hand. Oddly there was no one else out there, but it was a perfect time to talk to Quinn.

“So that was my only ex-girlfriend Layla.” you respond.

“So she told me.” she responds and nodding along.

“What else did she tell you?” you ask.

“That you’re a toxic person, you would cheat on her constantly and even when she started changing herself for you it just wasn’t enough.” 

You sigh and hop up to sit on the edge of the patio and run your fingers through your hair.

“Let’s get one thing straight Fabray, the reason Layla is the only one I have ever been in a relationship with is because I take relationships very seriously, was I ready to be in a one yet? No, but not once have I ever cheated on her.” you explain desperately wanting her to not think you’re some terrible person.

“But were you toxic?” she asks not missing another beat.

You stay silent for a moment, not being able to look at you.

“I’m not gonna lie, I’m not the most perfect person in the world and I was a bit toxic, sometimes I did distance myself from her but that was 2 years ago and I told myself I wouldn’t get into another relationship until I bettered myself.” you say and you’re not lying, it’s the truth. 

“She said she started doing drugs just to fit in with you and your group.” she contradicts, trying so desperately to figure out what’s going on.

You close your eyes and shake your head, releasing an empty laugh, “Fabray I don’t do drugs I can promise that, a couple of my friends do but I don’t. I don’t know what made her think that, that would get my attention but it did in a bad way.” 

She stood there awkwardly, no longer feeling the effects of the alcohol but feeling very confused. 

“I thought that you would look better if you dressed differently, but when I saw you coming down the stairs you just remind me of Layla. How much she tried too hard to change herself to fit in and I don’t want that to happen to you.” you say.

“You’re someone who does seem like they can be toxic and I shouldn’t have that in my life.” she explains and you nod knowing she’s never gonna give you a chance.

But hell might as well try anyway, “I can be better. I know most toxic people say that and end up bullshitting but fuck them cause I will be better.” 

“But why do you want to be better?” 

She walks right up to you, stopping right in between your legs and you look up at her with curiosity. You ponder her question for a moment, hesitant to answer.

“Damn it Quinn, I like you. I want to be better for you, I don’t want to be toxic. I don’t want you to think of me as an asshole and I don’t want you think you have to change yourself to get my attention. I like you the way you are.” 

Quinn smile as she wraps her arms around you waist and she looks up at you.

“Well I wasn’t expecting that at all.” 

You roll your eyes and lean down to place a kiss upon her lips. Quinn stands on her tiptoes as she reaches up to gently grab your face and lay a kiss upon her lips. You respond by wrapping her arms tightly around her waist, bringing you both closer together. Your lips move together in sync as your hands back your way up to her hair. 

You pull apart breathless, “I wasn’t expecting that.” you say mocking her and she laughs before rolling her eyes.

You pull out a cigarette and wrap your arms around her waist once more. 

“No, give me that.” she says just before you were about to light it and you look at her confused, “You said you never had people to look after you or care enough about you to tell you to not smoke, right?” she asks.

“Yeah that’s correct.” you say with the cigarette between your lips.

She pulls it out of your mouth and just as you’re about to protest she says, “Let me be that person who cares enough about you.”

Quinn plays with the hairs at the nape of your neck. She smiled sheepishly and you return it, “I think that could be arranged.” you reply before kissing her softly.

[slvtbible]

girls need love

pairing: frat!harry x cheerleader!y/n

word count: 2500

summary: just a hot cocky frat boy harry who determines to show you a good time rather than your boyfriend

warning: alcohol and drug use, hints of smut, vulgar language

a/n: i've always been tempted to write frat!Harry for a while now but I don't want it to be a typical high school cliche kind of piece. I’m adding a few different spices to it. Enjoy!

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y/n carefully zips up the short pink skirt she’s wearing for tonight. Straightening the skirt with her hands as she admires through the mirror how good the material looks on her figure. Topping it off with a white fitted crop top and crystal heels. She doubts herself for putting on too much effort for the party but her friends convinced her otherwise.

“You look fucking hot, not gonna lie” her best friend, Luna chimes while applying a lip gloss on her lips. Scanning y/n’s body. “Boys are gonna be all over you tonight!” she squeals excitedly, squeezing the tube back in her make up bag.

That causes y/n to roll her eyes. Boys this and boys that. As if she’s not dressing up tonight for herself. “I know what’s on your mind Luna but that isn’t going to happen. I’m just gonna there, drinking a few glass of Grey Goose or Jagermeister, smoke a few cigs and cuddle up with Brandon… hopefully”

Luna raises her eyebrow and exchanges looks with her other friend, Maria. Who has a ‘there she goes again’ look while brushing her jet black hair to remove unwanted knots.

“He’s a piece of shit. Why are you sticking around with him anyway?” Luna points bluntly, crossing her arms as she stares y/n from behind, who’s busy searching through her favorite pair of earrings.

“Exactly. He gives me bad vibes, y/n. He has a shitty reputation plus that boy only wants you for sex. I’m sorry to say that but we’re your friends and we’re only looking out for you.” Maria adds, putting her brush down before standing up from her dresser. “Jordan told me he’s bad news too.”

y/n sighs, attaching the golden hoop earrings as she hears her friends giving a lecture. “Appreciate it guys. But I can handle myself. If anything goes down south, you guys will be the first ones to know.” she smiles at both of them, messing with her thick long hair that falls above her hips.

The two seem quite unsure about it but let it slide anyway. Luna throws thumbs up to her way while Maria nods with a smile.

“Okay then” Luna says, slipping on her heels and grabbing her bag and car keys. “Come on ladies. I’m looking forward to getting hammered tonight. So y/n is driving” she gives a playful smile before tossing the keys towards her direction,

y/n laughs and shakes her head, easily grasping the keys as the three girls walk out.

As y/n arrives, there are already a few people on the outside. Drinking and making out shameless without any care in the world. The music is pumping loud even before she enters, which y/n can guess the fraternity is putting on Big Sean’s ‘Bounce Back’.

“Another typical frat party to attend. Quite getting tired of this shit.” y/n mumbles as she steps in, the two girls paying no attention to her while scanning over the crowded room.

It’s way too packed. She’s squeezing her way through a sea of sweaty bodies alone while Maria and Luna are looking for their boyfriends. y/n releases a breath of relief when she manages to get out of that. Finding herself standing in the middle of the kitchen.

“Baby! You made it!” She hears a deep voice from behind, spinning on her heels and finds her boyfriend, Brandon. A blue snapback place on top of his blonde hair. Hand gripping a red solo cup and eyes are slightly jaded. She assumes he has been smoking a lot of pot before she came here. “I’ve missed you so much” he mumbles, stepping closer towards her figure and pushes her towards his chest.

She gives a small laugh and hugs him back before pulling away slightly from his grip. Examining his red eyes and large pupils. “How much did you smoke tonight?” she asks straight away,

His hand gripping onto her waist, staring back at her as he shrugs. “Three or five? I don’t know. Why does it matter?” he sips on his alcohol,

“Just want you to be safe. Everytime you get high as a kite, you do something stupid.” she points out the obvious, her hands moving towards his shoulders quickly as he is about to fall. “And i bet this is not the second or the third glass you’re having” she firmly states,

“You’re right. It ain't. But I'm doing perfectly fine. Stop worrying” he says, hand moving down her ass and giving it a squeeze. “How about you and I go upstairs right now? Hm? Wanna fuck you so bad.” he utters against her neck

y/n resists the urge to roll her eyes at him, knowing it’s gonna make it worse. As a response, she shakes her head, moving his hand back to her hip. “Not while you’re like this. Take a breather, seriously. Drink some water” she suggests softly.

Brandon scoffs, lifting his head up and pushes her hands off his shoulders harshly causing her to widen her eyes. Mouth slightly agape at his harsh attitude.

“I didn’t make this party with my boys only for you to always bitch me around about how much I smoked or drank. It’s fucking annoying. Every time you walk in here, you’re always up to ruin my night.” he finishes the drink with a big gulp before chucking the empty cup down the floor. “Here’s a tip for you sweetheart, try to have some fun alright? Don’t come back until you’re ready for me to blow your back out” he snaps, glaring at his girlfriend before turning away to blend with the crowd again.

As she watches him leave, she sighs tiredly. Honestly, that wasn’t the first time she had ever seen him like this. She puts up with his nasty attitude and defends him in front of her own friends countless times because she believes deep down, he genuinely cares about her. When he’s sober, of course.

Because despite everything, he’s 100% different when he’s sober,

Well… okay, not really. She doesn’t know which one is true anymore.

y/n brushes of his attitude quickly and heads towards the fridge. Grabbing herself a can of beer before getting herself completely drunk tonight.

“Perhaps i should listen to Luna more” she mumbles, tasting the cold liquid as she sips it. Leaning her front against the counter, her elbows resting on top of the tiles. Observing the party while bobbing her head slowly to the music.

“That was extremely painful to watch”

She turns her head to where the voice comes from. Seeing Harry Styles, another member of the fraternity leaning against the doorway. His arms crossed causing his muscles to bulge out a little, he’s dressed in his usual attire. A white v neck and blue flannel with the sleeves roll up to his elbows. Chocolate curls tucked into a green snapback that he props on backwards along with dark skinny jeans he put on.

He shoots her a flirty smirk, causing his dimples to pop out. Pushing himself off the wall before walking towards her figure.

“Harry.” she speaks out his name, faking a smile when she watches him getting closer. “Surprised not to see you exchanging saliva with a girl in the corner of the room… like usual” she says sarcastically, moving her gaze back forward and taking a couple sip of the beer.

Harry winces playfully, pressing his hand to his heart pretending to get hurt by it. “Ouch princess” he leans sideways against the counter, propping his elbow on top as he laces his fingers, staring down at her who’s too busy looking away. “Always come up with horrible assumptions every time you see me. Never did once hear you say something nice”

She rolls her eyes, now glancing up to him who’s smirk never leaves his face. His lower lip taking in between his teeth. “Everybody knows you’re a player, Harry. What’s the nicest shit you could possibly gain from that?” she questions, eyebrows furrowing as she tilts her head back.

“At least I never humiliate you in front of people. You know i’m right” he shrugs, referring to what Brandon did earlier as he clicks his tongue against his teeth.

“What do you want, Harry?” she sighs, clearly showing she’s not in the mood to play tonight. “Can’t you see i’m busy?”

He chuckles, scratching his nose with his thumb. “Busy as in, isolating yourself from the party with a beer on your hand?” his finger points at the can, making her drop the can quickly. “Thought so. I'm here to keep you company.”

She can’t help but exhale a laugh, shaking her head. “Don’t act like I'm a damsel in distress. I don’t need a company. I’m pretty much capable on my own.”

“Again, you’re breaking my heart. By rejecting me.” he jokes, eyebrows raising as she watches him in amusement. “A guy wanting to have a chat with a pretty girl at the party isn’t allowed? Are there any policies about that?”

Her heart flutters a bit when he calls her pretty. Yeah, okay she does think Harry is hot. Like, really really hot. Who doesn’t think so? With that charming smile and seemingly soft curls that makes her go crazy a little bit. The vice captain of the football team that has every girl on campus swooning over, making it easy for him to flirt with a girl way into her panties.

“I’m flattered, truly I am. But flirting won’t get you anywhere Mister.” she tsks, wiggling her finger at him. “Especially flirting with a girl who already has a boyfriend. Another bad image for you, Styles.” she mutters, watching him chuckle with his green eyes staring back at hers.

“I am very much aware that you’re taken. But come on, harmless flirting? You’re gonna snitch on me? To him?” he asks, moving closer to leave a small space between them,

y/n takes a sharp breath as she feels how close they are right now. Clearing her throat and regaining her posture. “I might” she plays along, biting down onto her lip,

She sees how his eyes flicker down to her mouth, puffing out a deep breath from. Finding it hard to remove his gaze from her soft plump lips.

“You’re making it harder for me now” he mumbles, grabbing a cup filled vodka before chugging it down his throat. “I’m blaming it on you.”

“Harder to what, exactly?” she curiously asks,

“To not want you.” He replies bluntly, his flirty tone changes into a deeper one. Eyes lusting over her face and down to her body.

She feels herself swallow a lump on her throat, crossing her arms as his back leans against the table now. Eyes never leaving hers.

“That’s not the right thing to say to your best friend’s girlfriend.” she slowly stands in front of him now, hands on her back. “What happens if he heard you? You don’t want that.”

“I’ll take my chances” He smirks, putting the empty cup down. Standing up straight as his palms firmly plants on the table. “Besides, Brandon is way too drunk to care right now, princess. He’s fucking shitfaced.”

She giggles, nodding to herself. “Don’t need to see it for myself, I know you’re telling the truth.”

“He treats you like shit. Do you know that? Or are you on that ‘blinded by love’ stage at the moment” he queries in a serious tone. Searching for an answer on her face.

With a sigh, she nods. “I’m aware. I just. . . don’t like being alone. Seems like every cheerleader must have a frat boyfriend, kind of like a thing somehow. I don’t wanna miss out” Honestly, she sounds quite stupid with the reason she’s giving him but it’s actually the half truth.

He looks at her quizzically, finding it hard to believe every word she said. “You’re making no sense. Brandon maybe my best mate but he’s still a fucking asshole” he responds, standing up straight, looking down at her. “I fucked girls, yeah. But not as many as you thought and certainly not as heartless as you thought, y/n. Believe me.”

She feels her knees weaken when his lips are inches away from hers. Pressing down her lips as her eyes look over his shoulder.

“I can treat you better.” her eyes bug out at his confession. “Been watching you over the past couple years and goddamn it y/n, you’re the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen. Not to mention, sweet and smartt.” his fingers softly tucking a hair behind her ear. Grazing his knuckles gently against her bare arm,

“I can fuck you better too” his voice fills with lust, hand moving down to grab her hip gently. Thumbing the material of her skirt. “I know you’ve been thinking about me. Your sneaky glances aren’t exactly sneaky at all, baby” he whispers.

y/n already knows how wrong it is to be in this position. With his hand gripping her hip and her not halting his actions. Brandon might be the biggest ass she has ever encountered, but that doesn’t mean she’ll cheat on him. Despite how bad she wants it from Harry, she needs to stop. Yet she doesn’t. Why?

Because she actually wants this as bad.

“Is that a promise?” she flirts, flickering her stare back at him. Brown eyes glinting with desire and lust. Feeling his hand moves towards her cheek, cupping it gently as his thumb brushes against her light glossed lip. “Would be a shame if you’re nothing but an all talk, Harry”

The way she rolls his name off his tongue is causing his cock to twitch in excitement. Especially with that sexy stare she’s giving him, eyes wide and a naughty smile on her beautiful face saying how she’s ready to give it all to him.

‘Fuck you Brandon, your girl mine now.’ he thinks to himself cockily,

“Oh I promise you, darling.” he speaks slowly, pulling her close against his chest. “By the end of the night. The only name you’re going to remember is mine.”

He speaks so confidently and that causes her thighs to squeeze together as she feels her panties to slightly dampen. The sexual desire in her begins to grow even more, and she knows he feels the same way.

“I like the way you talk” she tells him, soft fingers running up and down his heavily tattooed arm.

He gives her a large wicked grin, leaning down a bit to brush his lips against her ear and whispers, “I want you to go upstairs and stay inside my room. You know which one. I expect your clothes are already on the floor once I get there. I’ll be up in fifteen.” he pecks her soft cheek, hearing her let out a soft whimper.

“I’m gonna wreck you tonight, darling.”

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this is short i apologize but tell me if you want part 2 to this! hope you all liked it!

[dreamescapeswriting]

High School Never Ends ~ MYG [M] [Request]

↱↱↱Word count: 3.5K

↱↱↱Genre: Smut, fluff, High School Reunion!Au, AU! CEO!Yoongi

↱↱↱Pairing: Min Yoongi x fem!Reader

↱↱↱a/n: Hope you enjoy this babes! Hope it’s okay for you !! If anyone knows this song I automatically love you and you get 50 points to your hogwarts house

This was the stupidest idea you'd ever had to date and you can't believe you'd gone along with it in your mind. It was supposed to be a good idea to do this, see everyone you knew from school but you had no friends in High School except for one and he wasn't there. You glanced around the room at everyone it was your high school reunion of ten years and everyone looked so different from what they used to but they all seemed to be the same idiots only with bigger families and more things to brag about. Each of them trying to one-up the other with stories about their lives,

"You should see our house!" The old head cheerleader practically screeched so that the whole hall could hear it. She had her usual gaggle of friends all crowding around her, none of them had changed from school and it was as though they were all clinging to the idea of being a clique so hard they never made any other friends. Everyone from your year had turned up and were crammed into the old sports hall of your school. The cheerleaders and jocks all still clustered together in the corner of the room talking about their old achievements and all of their new ones. Even the nerds were together in the corner of the room while you sat alone at a circle table playing with your name tab. 

"Pathetic, right?" You almost jumped off the chair upon hearing a voice come from beside you but the name card fell from your hands and onto the table in front of you, your eyes scanned to see who it was and sitting there in a black suit jacket was Min Yoongi. Your old high school friend - more like acquaintance since you never really hung out outside of school and would just study together and each lunch without speaking. You took in his appearance as you stared at him, he was wearing a black blazer jacket with a red and black shirt underneath. His hair was a black and crimped giving it a fluffy look that made you want to reach out and touch it.

"Yeah," You laughed awkwardly not knowing how to act around him it had been years since you'd seen him and yet the feelings he made you feel were still there, he'd always made you feel so flustered, confused and sometimes as though you were floating. All that boy had to do was hold eye contact with you for too long and you would feel the butterflies in the pit of your stomach.

"You're Yoongi right?" You asked making him laugh a little harder than he should have, he showed off his gummy smile and his nose scrunched up as he laughed. 

"Yeah I am," You let out a laugh along with him relieved that it was actually Min Yoongi and not some weird look-alike that had come along to this instead. He shifted his seat closer to you and pointed over at the main ''it'' couple from your high school years, 

"Katie and Tom had a baby, and I think Brad and Reese finally got together." He was faking a gossiping tone to make you laugh at him, he chuckled and you both stared at the head cheerleader made her way over to your table.

"Something funny?!" She asked leaning her hands down on the table and staring you down, you stared up at her worried it was going to be like high school over again and she would pour a drink over you but she didn't. Her whole demeanour changed when her eyes danced along the name card next to yours and she was suddenly pulling you from your seat and batting her fake eyelashes at Yoongi - who looked scared.

"You look amazing Yoongi," She said seductively running her hands up and down his suit jacket before twirling some of her blonde hair around her finger, anyone could see she was trying too hard.

"You should come back to my place later, we're throwing a party." He nodded, his mouth formed a hard line as he looked up at you and winked making you frown at what he was thinking. 

"Only if I can bring along my lovely wife." He held out his hand to gesture you and your eyes widened for a second before realising that Jessica - the cheerleader - was staring at you with her mouth hanging open. 

"Wife?! There are no articles of your wife anywhere," She said trying to remain calm but you could tell that you just standing there was starting to irritate her. Yoongi took your hand in his and he pulled you around to sit on his lap, you could feel your face heating up at the action, but you smiled at Jessica who was looking you up and down as you sat together. Yoongi knew she wasn't buying it so he tilted your head to look at him and leant close to your lips, your heart was pounding against your chest as his lips hovered above yours teasing your lips, 

"Are you going to sit and watch?" He questioned Jessica and she huffed getting up and leaving you both alone. 

"I'm your wife now?" You laughed sitting back on the chair beside him but he dragged the chair closer to his, wrapping his arm around the back of it and nodding. 

"Might as well have some fun with this reunion might we?" You giggled as he smirked at you wiggling his eyebrows up and down at you making you laugh. 

You opened the door to the old library where you and Yoongi used to spend all of your time together and laughed as you walked around searching for the old desk you both used to sit at. Yoongi walked around the bookshelves watching you from afar as you dropped down onto all fours and began searching underneath all of the desks, he looked away when he realised you were in a dress and he stared at some books. You'd looked amazing since the moment he walked into the hall, you were the first person he'd noticed when he walked in, your hair was done perfectly and you looked even better than you did in school. You were matured now and living your best life, or what he assumed was your best life. When he'd first gotten to the table he'd searched for an engagement ring or a wedding ring and was happy that there wasn't any but it still didn't confirm that you were available. 

"What are you doing?" Yoongi questioned as he came out from a shelf to see you looking under one desk and frowning, you were clearly looking for something but couldn't find it.

"HA! I got it!" You screamed telling him to come and join you on the floor, he frowned but dropped down beside you looking up at the desk to see your name and his name drawn together in a bubble.

"When did you-"

"The last day here, you were in a music exam and while I was waiting behind for you I wrote our names." You giggled running your hand over the sharpie, Yoongi's hand reached up at the same time and you ended up holding hands together over the handwriting. He leant down to you and your lips were almost touching once again, just as you went to lean in to kiss him and finally connect your lips the door slammed open and a voice sounded through the air,

"I'm telling you it was Min Yoongi and he said he was dating Y/n y/l/n!" He held his hand up to your mouth so you wouldn't talk and you both shifted so your legs couldn't be spotted, Jessica walked through the library while talking on the phone. 

"Why would I lie about Min Fucking Yoongi being here?! He's fucking gorgeous and I'm telling you I'm going to get him to fuck me before the night is over." You laughed into Yoongi's hand and his eyes widened as Jessica stopped walking, you moved closer to him and he smirked at you as you laid your head in his chest afraid of being found under the table. 

"He must have gone to the music hall," She left the room and as soon as the coast was clear you and Yoongi crawled out from under the desk and leant against a bookshelf erupting into a fit of laughter together.

"You should go for it Yoongi, I'm sure you'll be very happy together." You managed to say between laughter but he was just shaking his head at you. The laughter slowly stopped and you both stared at each other, you glanced down at the floor, 

"Don't do that," He whined out making you frown, he tilted your head up to look at him. 

"You did that in school whenever you got insecure, you've got absolutely nothing to be insecure about you're...breathtaking." Your heartbeat was building up as he thumb ran over your chin tilting your head to the side and staring into your eyes.

"Kiss me." You whispered and he didn't need telling twice, he leant closer and your lips touched moving in sync together. The fact that you were in the middle of your old school library on the floor was forgotten, all that mattered was that Yoongi was holding you with his hands and pulling you closer to him. 

You pulled apart for breaths when you heard yelling coming from down the hall again, 

"Make a run for it?" He questioned looking at you, you nodded and headed for the backdoor of the library and ran down the hall together hand in hand as you tried to get away from Jessica and her wailing voice.

 "Whoa." You whispered as the double doors to the elevator opened to reveal a penthouse apartment. The whole living room was bigger than your studio apartment, 

"Yoongi this place is insane!" You yelled looking at the wall of floor to ceiling windows that looked out at the city of Seoul, you had no idea what Yoongi did for a living but whatever it was insane. 

"Can I apply for a job at your place?" You joked kicking off the heels you were wearing and walked along the white carpet and going over to the windows, Yoongi watched as you made yourself at home and it made him smile. He'd invited you over for a drink and a real catchup away from all of the girls from your school who were trying to flirt with him. The windows were triple-glazed and so clean that you felt as though you were outside instead of standing in the apartment, it was crazy to you.

"Here," He handed you a glass of champagne and you followed him over to sit on the white corner sofa in front of the window, you never wanted to look away from the view.

"How come you never got married?" You questioned two hours later as he gave you the grand tour of the two-story penthouse apartment, he shrugged his shoulders. 

"I don't know, why didn't you?" Of course, he knew why he hadn't married anyone, there was no one that would ever compare to you and he didn't want to waste his time trying to find someone that wasn't you. He'd spent a lot of his life lonely and waiting for fate to bring you back together, believing that if it was meant to be it would be.

"No one ever came along," You laughed but he stopped still in front of you making you bump into his chest, he wrapped his arms around your waist before you could fall back. 

"I don't believe that for a second," The kiss came back into your mind and you wished he would do it again but neither of you had spoken about it since it happened. 

"It's true, no one has ever been interested in me Yoongi, even in school." He rolled his eyes at you,

"I was interested in school...even now." His eyes widened as he admitted that to you but you both stayed still and silent with his arm still wrapped around you.

"It - er...It must get lonely up here." You whispered trying to change the subject, he shook his head at you. 

"It's not so bad now you're here to share it with me." He ran his hand over your cheek and you leant against his touch wanting it never to stop.

"I'm going to kiss you again, okay?" You nodded and he stood you up straight wrapping his arms around you and bringing you closer. You wrapped your arms around his neck to bring him down to your height and you connected your lips, moving in sync once again but this time it was hot and filled with passion for one another, it felt as though your entire body was on fire and your thoughts were clouded. All that filled your brain was the way Yoongi was touching you, and holding you close to him. Neither of you wanted to pull away but you needed to breathe.

"You're so perfect," He whispered, you slammed your lips onto his almost knocking the wind from his chest but he smirked against your lips bending down and picking you up. He started carrying you off towards his bedroom while you continued to kiss him, moving from his lips down to his neck where you sucked at the base of his neck, he let out a groan of pleasure and you smirked against his skin.

He laid you down on the bed as he kissed down your neck this time running his hands up and down your waist as you tried to take the shirt off his body, 

"What's wrong baby?" He smirked when he saw your body shiver from the nickname he was giving you, 

"Shirt, off." You whined out and he took the shirt off before reaching for the zip at the side of your dress he pulled it off you and your arms went to cover yourself out of habit but he pulled them away and kissed down your body, 

"You're beautiful, there's no need to hide from me." You let out a hiss as he lifted off the thong you were wearing and ran his finger over your folds touching your sensitive bud making you moan out. 

"Already so needy?" You nodded looking at him as he kissed each of your thighs making you close your eyes of the sensation of having him that close to you. You back arched as his tongue came into contact with your clit and he began lapping up your arousal making you cry out his name, your hands gripped onto the sheets around you and he stared up at you smirking. 

"Y-Yoongi," You whined out taking a fistful of his hair as you could feel the coil in your stomach threatening to snap already at how skilled he was at this, it was like something from a porn movie. 

"What's wrong baby?" He teased again blowing cold air on your clit and making you moan out as soon as he attached his lips onto your clit sucking and nipping on it while he added two fingers into you. You clenched around him and he moaned against your clit the vibrations making you see stars, 

"C-Close." You panted as you began sweating, you'd only ever cum once and it was by your own hand. Having someone else bring you to a climax was something new and wonderful, 

"Cum for me then baby, whenever you're ready just cum." You moaned out closing your eyes as he went back to eating you out. His pace altered slightly and he began pumping his fingers a lot faster, curling them up to each your g-spot and making you cry out his name each time he hit it. 

"Shit." You legs shook as you tried to hold back the orgasm that was approaching but the noises he was making while eating you out were practically pornographic and made your breath hitch. The coil inside of you snapped and your orgasm rolled through your body having you want to cry out in ecstasy he hummed against you as he pulled away from you and brought his face back up to yours making out with you against the mattress. You didn't care that you could taste yourself you wanted him inside of you right then and there. You palmed him through his trousers as you made out on the bed and he grunted against your lips as you reached your hand through the fabric and began pumping him slowly.

"I fucking need you so bad," He whispered in your ear pulling away from you and taking off his trousers, you went to get on your knees but he stopped you and laid you on the bed. 

"Another time, I need you." Another time. There was going to be another time? You filled with hope and began kissing him as he shifted you so you were laying on one of the pillows at the top of the bed. He reached for a condom and rolled it onto his length and lined himself up at your entrance, his tip was just at your entrance and it had you whining for him. 

"Fuck you're so beautiful when you moan my name like that," You smirked up at him and held eye contact with him as you whined out his name longer thing time, 

"You're going to be the death of me, you ready?" You nodded and he slowly pushed himself into you inch by inch until he was buried deep inside of you with your legs spread either side of him. 

"Shit," You cursed as you tried to get used to his size, it had been so long since you'd been with someone. 

"You're so tight." He grunted as he began to do small thrusts until you told him to move. Your hands gripped onto his biceps as he began slowly pulling out of you and thrusting deep inside once again hitting your hilt without trying. He smirked as you begged him to go faster, he held your waist in one hand and held onto the headboard with the other thrusting into you faster. 

"Right there," You whimpered as he began to hit you deeper, he hooked your right leg over his arm to angle himself better and your breath caught in your throat at how deep he was. 

"H-Harder Yoongi." You begged and he obliged loving the way his name sounded coming from your voice like that, pounding into you ruthlessly as you cried out his name and ran your fingernails down his arms crying out his name over and over again as he hit exactly where you needed him.

Your mouth fell open as you could feel the coil tightening once again for the second time that night, he smirked feeling you clenching around him and he let out a breathy groan followed by your name. 

"You're so fucking tight, jesus." He grunted wrapping both of your legs around his waist and fucking you down into the mattress, he brought his lips back down to you and you made out while he pounded into you. 

"Y-Yoongi I'm close again." You whined out not wanting it to end, he kissed your neck and up to your ear, 

"I want to feel you cum around my cock," He whispered in your ear almost sending you over the edge but he began sucking on your neck and you screamed out his name as he hit deeper. 

"Yoongi I'm- fuck," Your body started to shake from pleasure and he reached down rubbing your clit with his fingers and you pulled on his hair as he continued making out with you. 

"Fuck Yoongi!" You cried out convulsing around him as you rode out your high, his thrusts began getting sloppier until he came to a stop and hovered above you. Both of you were dripping in sweat and panting loudly. 

"What?" You asked as he chuckled at you, he pulled out and threw away the used condom coming over to you and kissing your forehead.

"Nothing, I've just imagined that since we were in high school." You giggled at him and he pulled you to lay on his chest. 

"I have too." You admitted closing your eyes as you listened to his heart, it was beating just as fast as yours was. 

"I'll take you out to dinner tomorrow, the least I could do for my fake wife." He teased making you laugh tiredly. He kissed the top of your head as he noticed how tired you were, 

"Goodnight beautiful." He whispered reaching for the sheet and laying them over you both. 

"Goodnight Yoongi," You whispered back to him falling asleep in his arms while he smiled down at you wondering how he was ever going to sleep with someone so beautiful next to him. 

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[sincerelyella]

RAMifications Chapter 7 -  Kiss Me

Book: The Royal Romance (AU)

Pairings: Liam x MC (Ella)

Song Inspiration: Kiss Me by Ed Sheeran

Characters belong to Pixelberry; MC Ella Brooks belongs to me

A/N: This entire idea came from @burnsoslow​ and her unBEARable series featuring her OTP Drake and Alyssa. This is Ella’s backstory and how she met the love of her life King Liam of Cordonia and became his queen.

Catch up here

Big thank you to my beta reader/snippet looker-overer (?)/my biggest cheerleader @burnsoslow - always catching little details that my mind overlooks.

Warnings: Some swearing; hinting of 🍐 or 🍋?

Words: 2002

“Lady Ella. Might I have a word?”

Ella wasn’t sure about the protocol for inviting the King inside her bedroom … but this was his palace after all. She nodded and stepped back, allowing him to walk past her as she shut the door.

“Hello again, Your Majesty,” Ella put one foot behind the other in an attempt to curtsy when Constantine waved his hand in the air.

“There’s no need for that, dear,” he studied Ella for another moment before speaking again. “How are you feeling about Liam?”

“Your Majesty?” What the hell does that mean?

Constantine blew out a breath. “Are you here for wealth? Fame? A title? Why are you here? Liam needs stability above all right now, Ella. You … joining in the middle of the social season, having not been in Cordonia long and knowing nothing of our traditions … that concerns me. We have suitors that have prepared their entire lives to be queen. This could be potentially dangerous should our enemies see this as a weakness!”

Ella grit her teeth and clenched her jaw in an effort to hide her irritation. What the fuck? “Sir, if I may speak freely?”

He nodded and gestured for her to go ahead.

“Why are you trying to intimidate me?” She spat out.

The King was taken aback at her tone and could only blink as a response. He hadn’t expected this very small woman to behave this way. Ella continued speaking, not even waiting for him to respond. “I may not have prepared my whole life to be a queen of an entire country, but I’ve spent a majority of my adult life studying. Studying diplomacy, trade, investment … how to recognize when someone is going into cardiac arrest and bringing them back to life,” she said the last few words louder than the rest, unable to hide her aggravation. “I have no doubt that these other ladies studied hard to be queen. But did they study how to be a wife? How to console someone when they lost everything they own? How to be compassionate towards people of a lower stature? The people need a Queen that understands them. Liam needs someone that can be a queen AND a wife. I’ve embraced your country, as well as your traditions.”

Constantine gave her a questioning look.

“I know I have because instead of just being with the man I want to be with … I have to parade around with four other women trying to win him.” Ella’s eyes met his, not backing down from his stare.

He was momentarily speechless. No one had ever spoken to him that way, ever. Except maybe his wife, but he hardly paid attention to her and her ramblings anyway. This young woman was fiery, and he wasn’t sure if he liked that or not. “I am not here to intimidate you, Ella,” he finally said slowly. “We will see how the rest of the season goes. I want what’s best for my country, that’s all.”

“What’s best for your country is a successor that has it all. If he’s happy AND can run a country with someone that loves him, then I don’t see the problem … sir.” She had forgotten that she was speaking to the king. He could have her gone and back to California in a hot second if he wanted to.

Constantine carefully took in her words and nodded. “Alright, Ella. We’ll see what happens. You have a good night.” He turned and let himself out of the room.

Ella walked over, locked the door and pressed her back up against it. My mouth might get me in some serious trouble here. She finally went to get ready for bed, slipped into the comforter and fell into a deep sleep.

**

Soft, constant knocks on the door woke up Ella the next morning.

“I’m coming … sheesh,” she mumbled, stumbling out of bed and tripped over her comforter that her foot was caught in. “Oh shit!” She shrieked as she hit the ground and the knocking stopped for a second.

“Ella?”

“Um, yes! Just a second!” Real smooth. Ella picked herself up off the ground, threw the stupid comforter on the bed and rushed to the door to open it.

There stood Liam, leaning on the door frame wearing a white polo shirt that outlined his chest and arm muscles perfectly. She roamed her eyes down further to take in the navy blue slacks and brown loafers. Ohmigod. It’s entirely too early to look that good. She inadvertently sucked her bottom lip into her mouth.

Liam cleared his throat and tried to hide a smile when he noticed she was staring. “Good morning, Lady Ella. I wanted to stop by and see you before I headed in to meetings today. May I come in?”

Ella blinked and quickly nodded. She moved aside so he could walk in the door and she closed it behind him. “Good morning, Your Highness. I’m sorry if I-” She was interrupted by Liam’s mouth on hers. Ella strained on the tips of her toes to meet him so she could kiss him back with fervor. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pushed her tongue into his mouth and he groaned in response.

He could hardly control himself. As soon as he saw her open the door wearing a tank top - she wasn’t wearing a bra, dear God - and the shortest Hello Kitty pajama shorts known to man, his cock jumped in his pants and his mouth watered. She looked like a goddess, with all her dark hair piled on top of her head, and her sleepy disposition; he was so tempted to just take her right then and there. It took all of the effort he could muster to pull away from those soft lips. “I’m sorry, I … really just came to say good morning,” he said in between breaths.

“Sure … you did,” Ella panted and laughed breathlessly.

“I’m not sure I’ll be able to see you much today,” he said sadly. “My father and I have meetings and things to take care of before we leave.” Liam gulped. “Remember, we have to be, somewhat secretive, just until the social season ends,” he gave her a guilty look. He still kept his arms around her, not wanting to let go just yet. “I’m so sorry about this.”

“It’s alright, I knew what all this entailed. And I know you have things to do today. I have some interview that Bertrand set up so … I’ll be doing that,” she smiled up at him.

“I … can text you though, right?” That sounded so pathetic.

Ella giggled. “You’re so cute. Of course you can.”

Their intimate moment was interrupted by loud knocks at the door. “Ellaaaaaaa! Wake up sleepy heeeeead!”

“That must be Maxwell,” Ella whispered and they laughed. Liam leaned down to kiss her one last time before releasing her.

The door flew open. “Good morning sunshine!” Maxwell bounced into the room and stopped short when he saw Liam. “Hey buddy!” He grinned wide at the both of them.

“Good morning Maxwell,” Liam chuckled. “I need to get going, I’ll see you two later.” He grabbed Ella’s hand and squeezed it before walking out into the hallway.

“He came to … visit you huuuuh?” Max wiggled his eyebrows at Ella and she blushed.

“He just came to say good morning, that’s all.”

“Mmmhmmm. Is that what you crazy kids call it these days?”

She rolled her eyes but ignored his question entirely. “Okay, so I’m assuming you’re here to take me to get breakfast?”

“You are correct! Breakfast, the boutique, and then I’m also supposed to prep you for the interview. Bertrand will be here later to prep you some more!”

“Alright, let me get dressed really quick.”

**

45 minutes later, Max and Ella were eating in the dining hall. “So, what are they going to be asking me anyway?”

Max bit off a piece of bacon. “There’s only one person coming from Trend, her name is Ana de Luca. She’s pretty cool actually, the royal family and the nobles trust her with their interviews. Sometimes she brings Donnie Brine with CBC, but I don’t think he’s coming. She will most likely ask you about where you came from, what you did there, how you met the prince, how you feel about the prince, what would set you apart from the other suitors … things like that.” He shoved another piece of bacon in his mouth and washed it down with some coffee.

“Did you guys want me to be truthful or do you have some script for me to follow?”

Maxwell shook his head. “No, no, no, there’s no script. I’m sure Bertrand will want you to say things about House Beaumont … but, just be yourself. They want to know about Ella! So tell them,” he smiled reassuringly at her and continued eating.

A few hours later, after spending an hour in the boutique with Maxwell throwing all kinds of dresses over the fitting room door, she finally found a dress she loved. A black chiffon midi length dress with purple flowers on the bottom, it had an A-line silhouette and short sleeves. It was elegant enough for a daytime interview with the press, and was also Maxwell and Bertrand approved.

Ella sat in her bedroom with Maxwell, listening to him chatter away next to her about his new awesome playlist that he made. She was feeling her stomach twist with nerves, her hands clasped in her lap and she could feel her palms getting sweaty. She heard footsteps come right outside her door and knew it was Bertrand. Ella took a big breath in and let it out slowly. “You ready, Ella?” Max took her hand and squeezed it. “You’re going to do great!”

They both stood and walked out into the hallway meeting Bertrand and a petite woman with blond hair. “Hello,” Ella smiled.

“Hello, Lady Ella I presume?”

“Yes, Ana, allow me to introduce Lady Ella of House Beaumont. Lady Ella, this is Ana de Luca from Trend Magazine.”

Ella and Ana shook hands. “It’s a pleasure, Lady Ella. We are all very curious to know more about you.”

“Wonderful to meet you, Ana. Where are we having this interview?”

“In one of the ballrooms, I’ve had the crew set up already. Follow me.”

The four headed towards one of the open ballrooms, smaller than the other one Ella had seen a week ago. As they rounded the corner, Ella spotted two women coming towards them. One with jet black hair and the other with flaming red hair. The woman with the dark hair just looked at Ella curiously, while the other woman gave her the death stare. As Ana, Bertrand and Maxwell walked into the ballroom, Ella looked back at both women. The redhead walked up to her and snickered. “Well, well, well, look what we have here.”

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Fic: Into The Night

This was SUPPOSED to be posted around @nekoaimy BD and Halloween, but then LIFE happened.

With my OWN BD coming up, I felt this was still good to post. Might write more to this one day. For now just a one off. Inspired by artwork aimy did, but with the added twist of Halloween costumes - lol.

Ford stands by the punch bowl grousing and feeling like an idiot. The first is because he's being forced to attend a Halloween party he doesn't want to. The second is because he's dressed like a cat.

Okay, not a complete cat. There's no tail, thank god - but a black headband with felt black ears was slapped on to his head and painted black whiskers were slanted on his cheeks - a little black dot on the tip of his nose.

The culprit? One Stanley Pines, worst twin (EVER) extraordinaire. Maybe a bit overdramatic, true, but this is all Stan's fault.

Ford had been minding his own business in their shared room when he'd been ambushed. What started off as a normal wrestling match between brothers resulted in Stan pinning him down, painting Ford up with their Mom's eyeliner and him begging Ford to join him at Rachel McCarthy's party.

Mainly because Stan is now eyeing Rachel after the whole Carla fiasco and why Stan wants to date anyone is beyond him.

...alright, this is not entirely true either. Ford gets why dating might be fun, but considering who he'd like to date, well...

Ford can easily say having six fingers on each hand is the least freakish thing about him. Not that Stan will ever, ever, ever, EVER know that. Nor will anyone else. Ford will take his secret shame to the grave.

Grave. Halloween. How fitting.

Regardless, Stan tossed the cat get-up on him, begged him to go to this thing, and now here Ford stands, everything full circle.

Stan, for his part, seems to be having a grand old time. Their mother's green eyeshadow is powdered all over his face and his hair has been lightly slicked down. Screw bolts have been tacked to either side of his neck to complete the monster ensemble and frankly, Ford worries about what kind of adhesive his twin used to accomplish this.

It wouldn't be the first time Stan got something almost permanently stuck to him. Ford keeps hoping for a last, but knows that will probably never happen...lovable, infuriating fool...

Ford really does need to start thinking seriously about looking into colleges. He's been playing Stan, saying he'll join him on their ship, but he knows that's a recipe for disaster.

Stuck alone on a ship with the object of his forbidden desires? Yeah, thanks but no thanks. Sure, Stan will be sour about the whole thing, but better they part then Ford potentially do something unforgivable.

Like kiss the breath out of the big, handsome, stupid-!

"Bro, what are you doing?"

Ford snaps out of his thoughts as Stan approaches him. He blinks and tries to be normal, "Nothing "

"Exactly. Nothing," Stan throws an arm around him, shakes him amiably, "Come on, join the party! You're next to the punch bowl - grab a drink, mingle, have fun!"

Ford carefully extracts himself from his brother's grip, frowning, "I agreed to come with you, Stanley. Not engage in the festivities. The punch is heavily spiked, there's no one here I wish to talk to, and this is miles from what I would constitute as 'fun'."

“Aw, don’t be like that, Sixer! Loosen up!” Stan pulls a face, bottom jaw jutting out, eyes rolling upwards as he growls, “Frankenstein say party gooood.”

“...you know you’re not Frankenstein right?”

“What’re you talkin’ about?” Stan tugs at one of the bolts, “Think I did a pretty good with the costume last minute an’ all...”

“Frankenstein is the name of the main protagonist in the novel, Stanley. The doctor. The creature he creates is not, in point of fact, named Frankenstein.”

Ford once again questions how he can love someone who can give him such a blank face only to follow it up with a raspberry and an eye roll, “Yeah, like anyone past nerds’ll think of that.”

“Are you calling me a nerd?”

“I’ll call you whatever you want if, you know,” he wiggles his eyebrows, “You play it a lil’ cooler.”

Ford scoffs, “And why on earth should I do that?”

“Because you’re bringing people down, man,” Stan whispers this to him as if it’s a terrible secret, “Missy Caldwell told me that Rachel was thinkin’ about busting out some kissin’ games! You know, like Spin the Bottle and Seven Minutes in Heaven and the like. but then she saw you over here, looking like the kid picked last for dodgeball and it kinda killed the mood!”

Ford looks over to see that Rachel is, indeed, standing with Missy and a large group of girls. They are whispering to one another and looking in his direction. Rachel, in particular, is wearing a sort of judging expression. The fact that Stan would take her concerns over his...

And why shouldn’t he? His thoughts whisper. You’re his brother. You’re supposed to have his back. Be there for him as much as he’s there for you. He wants to kiss Rachel. It’s normal for him to want to kiss Rachel. He can’t know that you want to kiss him. He should NEVER know that. Should never even consider it.

Ford knows his thoughts are correct. They are smart. Logical. Everything he has always vowed himself to be. And yet...

...and yet.

“Look, just...” Stan waves at his face, “Give ‘em a smile. A little sign that you’re fine.”

Ford doesn’t feel much like smiling, but he gives it his best shot. It must be pretty bad, because Stan winces, “Yeesh.”

His lips drop, “No good?”

“You look like you just chugged the kool-aid at a cult meetin’.”

That actually gets a genuine smile, a laugh, and Stan beams, pointing at him, “See? That’s much better!”

Ford shakes his head, “What can I say? You always manage to get a rise out of me.”

The words leave and he feels a whiplash of heat wash over him. Shoot! Was that too suggestive? Apparently not, because Stan’s grin just grows, “That’s my job, bro! Keepin’ you from being too stuck in the mud! Now come on...”

He puts a big arm around Ford’s shoulders and drags him over to the group of girls. Rachel appears much mollified now, as do Missy and the others. They’re all girlish giggles and coquettish smirks and Rachel sends some of the gals to collect the other boys, to set everything in order for a game of Spin the Bottle.

While she does this, Stan drags Ford to one side again, hissing, “Alright, Sixer - now’s the time I need your big brains.”

“Wh-? How-? Why?” Ford stumbles over the questions, because as far as he can tell, they’re all intrinsically linked together. Stan explains, “You can like, tell me the best way to spin the bottle. Use maths and wind velocity and science to tell me how best ta make sure it lands on Rachel.”

“I...” Ford starts, but then someone walks up to them. It’s Becky Gilmore, another girl from Rachel’s pack, and she bats her eyelashes at them as she plays with a strand of her dark hair, “Hi! Hey, uh, can-can I talk to Stanford for a sec?”

“He’s Stanford,” Stan points to him even as Ford says, “I’m Stanford.” Both sound surprised as they give this information, but Becky is unfazed, “Um, yeah - I know. Look, can I just-?”

She sneaks out one slim hand to grab at one of Ford’s wrists, dragging him away from Stan who - clearly thinking this is a good thing - gives his brother a big smile and two thumbs up. Once out of Stan’s earshot, Becky says brightly, “’Key, so, Rachel’s like, all about your brother. Like, he has acne and whatever, but she totally wants to kiss him.”

Ford does his best to parse her words, separating the good from the bad, and doing his oh, so best not to comment on the bad, because it really gets his goat, teeth on edge at the acne remark. But Becky, clueless, just continues on, “I think maybe she’s trying to make Joey jealous, ‘cause I know they broke up about three weeks ago and she’s pretty sure he’s running around with Cheryl Manchino and we all know about Cheryl Manchino-”

(Actually, Ford knows nothing about Cheryl Manchino.)

“-but my point is, we definitely need to get your brother to lock lips with Rachel, but with the way the circle’s looking that might be problematic with you there, not to mention I mean, you’re - I mean, you’re cute and all and totally smart but like, I mean, I would never want to offend you or anything, but, okay - you get what I’m saying, right?”

Ford, amazingly, does get what Becky is saying.

His face colors and he hides his hands behind his back and feels like complete trash. Becky, seeming to pick up on this somewhat, lightly taps one of his shoulders, “Aw! There, there, kitty kitty! You wouldn’t’ve enjoyed this game anyway, right?”

“...no.” his voice is so soft as to be near silent, “I suppose not.”

“Great!” Becky returns with the same amount of sparkle she uses on the cheerleading field, “Then how’s about you set your brother riiiiiight-” she drags the word out as she looks around the circle, before pointing to a certain spot, “-there! Rachel and us girls are going to make sure the bottle picks him for sure. And you can stand on the sidelines in case we need an assist, ‘kay?”

Ford nods numbly and Becky bounces off. When he returns to Stan, he does his best to play stoic.

He fails miserably.

“Whoa,” Stan breathes, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“That ain’t ‘nothing’,” Stan says pointing at his face, “That’s ‘Crampelter gave me shit’ face and he ain’t here. So? What is it?”

“I told you,” Ford hisses, “Nothing.”

“What did Becky say to you?” Stan asks and there’s such heat in the question. Anger and accusation and Ford pushes up his glasses and pours on the ice, “It’s not important. You’re going to miss out on the game, Stanley. Now, you asked for my help and considering the curvature of the bottle and the state of the floor I would suggest sitting-!”

“I suggest you tell me what she said before I make a scene,” the words sizzle out of Stan’s mouth and close to Ford’s ear, nearly scalding it and Ford can feel the barely leashed fury rolling off his brother in waves and he starts shaking his head, “You know, maybe I just don’t want to talk about it, Stanley! Did you ever think of that?”

Stan actually stands up straighter, looking startled, “Holy shit...what did she say?”

Ford lets out an aggravated breath and points to the exact spot Becky indicated, “You want your kiss? You want Rachel? SIT. DOWN. THERE. I’ll be outside!”

With that said, Ford exits the house. He starts walking down the neighborhood street, but he doesn’t get far before he’s being yanked back, Stanley’s hand turning him around roughly, “Just where the hell do you think you’re-?!”

“DO YOU WANT TO KISS HER OR NOT?!” the shout escapes Ford before he can leash it and it seems to echo in the empty streets. Thankfully Rachel’s neighbors seem to be tucked in for the night and no one left her house to follow them. 

Stan, regardless, shushes him even as he seethes, “Not more than I want to know whatever the hell is up with you! You’ve been sulking all night, Sixer - hell, you been sulking the past couple of weeks if we’re gonna be honest about it!”

Ford looks down at his feet, kicks at the pavement even as Stan charges on, “Then Becky pulls you aside and whatever she says seems to be the last straw and I don’t get-!”

“She said I shouldn’t play, alright!” Ford snaps, “She said I should-should sit the game out and that Rachel wants to kiss you and-and...” he falters, drops off, because he doesn’t want to hurt Stan’s feelings. 

He doesn’t want to tell him about the comments on his acne or how he might just be a ploy in some plot to make someone jealous because he does want his brother to have something nice - even if it’s fleeting, “And you should go back in there and get what you want!”

“...Becky said you shouldn’t play?”

“She-she figured I-I wouldn’t enjoy it anyway and she’s...she’s not wrong...”

“No,” Stan breathes in loudly through his nostrils, his hands curling into fists, “She’s wrong. She’s very wrong and if she wasn’t a girl, I’d pound her right in the face!”

“Stanley,” Ford sighs, suddenly very, very tired, “You shouldn’t want to pound anyone in the face. Boy or girl. And certainly not for my sake.”

“Whose sake would it be for then?” Stan returns, “I’ve told you time and time again, I’m here for you. I’ll protect you, I’ll-!”

“You won’t always be there for me, Stanley.”

This remark stops Stan short. Makes his eyes widen in alarm, “What-? What does that mean?”

“...I think you know.”

“I sure as fuck don’t!”

“Language, Stanley.”

“Fuck your language!” Stan growls and comes closer. He gets in Ford’s personal space and Ford can feel the heat radiating off him. He’s very much the monster he’s dressed as - exuding power and force and deadly seriousness as he looks at him, “I will always be there for you. Always.”

Ford lets out a sad, watery sound. He looks away and there’s a restless wind that seems to rise up, to play with his hair and suddenly Stan touches his chin, directs his face back to him, “Look at me.”

The touch is clearly just meant to direct his eyes, but Ford feels it zip throughout his entire central nervous system, feels it shoot out his toes as he looks into Stan’s eyes and his twin says, “Stanford, you ain’t never got to keep anything from me. Alright? You ain’t gotta hide or-or keep to yourself. Thinkin’...thinkin’ maybe now this is why you’ve been poutin’ so much lately, huh? You think we’re going to be apart?”

“Stanley...”

“That I’m not going to be there for you? Because I will be, Sixer. Always and forever. You should know that.”

Another sigh, “Rachel...”

“She’s just some broad,” Stan promises, and then, with a chuckle, “A cute one, but just the same. She’s not as important as you are. Never will be.”

“You-” Ford swallows around a big lump in his throat, his heart aching, “You shouldn’t say things like that.”

“Why not? You’re family.”

And it’s that, that last word, that helps Ford grab a hold of his senses. He gulps and lets out a shaky laugh, “Uh, yeah - yeah. I am. And, uh, as your family - I...I think you should go back in there. Get your big kiss.”

Stan seems to thinking it over, but more for show than anything, as he cracks with a laugh, “Nah, forget it. Plenty of fish in the sea.”

The breath that leaves Ford sounds as if he’s pushing off a sob. Which makes sense. Ford feels like sobbing. He feels strangely vulnerable and exposed. More so when Stan just. Keeps. Pushing. “’Sides, if they’re not going to let you play...”

“I told you,” Ford manages weakly, pathetically, “Becky wasn’t wrong. I don’t want to play.”

Stan doesn’t say anything for awhile and it’s good. It’s great. Ford can feel his lungs filling with air, can feel his sanity returning, can feel himself pushing away from the ledge of tears. Stan didn’t mean for the things he said to sound so-so romantic. So much what Ford wants to hear.

He was being a good brother.

Ford wants to do the same - needs to do the same.

But then.

“Stanford, any...any of those girls would be lucky to kiss you...”

And that’s it. 

It’s the funniest thing.

That’s the thing that breaks Ford. That’s the thing that pushes him over that ledge. That’s the thing that leads him to cry out, “I don’t WANT to kiss THEM, Stanley! I WANT-! I want-!”

And Stan’s looking at him as if he’s never seen him before. As if Ford is some stranger - raving and demonic and he is - he truly is. Because with an anguished whimper, he grabs Stan and forcibly tugs him over. He seals his lips over Stan’s.

He kisses him.

He kisses him.

Ford kisses Stanley.

The sound of pure shock that leaves Stan sears Ford’s soul and Ford catches a glimpse of Stan’s eyes - big and round and white. Startled. Stunned. Maybe even terrified. So he closes his own as he brushes his tongue against his twin’s inert mouth, as he eases just so between the seam of them to get the taste he’s always feverishly dreamed of and then-!

Ford pushes him away as hard as he can, as hard as he tugged him over to begin with. He pushes him away and with a choked ‘I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.’ he runs. He runs and runs. He runs off into the dark Halloween night and prays that Stan will forget what happened. 

[opalsdarkreadings]

MHA Boys x black Soft and shy reader

Pairing: Bakugo, Todoroki, kirhsima, izuku x black reader

Genre: romance, fluff

Notes: sooooo people have been telling me black girls can’t be soft 😤 I’m breaking that shit today.

Edited notes: holy crap it took me forever to finish this, also who wants to commit arson on those school too 🤡

Bakugou katsuki

You’ve become so accustomed to the odd looks thrown your way at the way you talk and act, as it didn’t fit ‘your type of people’. It was annoying yes, but you get used to it. I mean you get even stranger looks when U.A’s infamous Bakugou is glued to your hip daring one soul to speak ill of you.

Ever since you two had started dating the inspiring hero’s been on your trail like a hound, following you here, there, and yonder wherever you went. You found it sweet he cared for you in his own special way but it got overbearing. Especially since you weren’t exactly keen on telling others no.

Though to Bakugou, he sees’ it as keeping you from harm, However, he’s such tsundere himself, he sometimes do more harm than good

Because of your naturally flusters nature, you tend to cling to him or hold his hand out random which throws him off. He pulls away way or bark out some insult resulting in you shrinking away. He doesn’t try to be mean, he’s just flustered and wasn’t expecting the sudden PDA

However, he knows how to make it up to you. You tend to place flowers in your Afro, braids, protective style, etc, and love taking Bakugou with you in these little errands to get some. So whenever he knows he fucked up, he’s at your door with a basket of flowers and cocoa butter scent lotions and other products(I love me some cocoa butter I’m sorry 😐)

“Listen dum-I mean y/n, I didn’t mean to...to you know to do that the other day... here.” He hands then basket to you and your smile gently. His apology is a little awkward but he’s trying.

Protective to the T, he knows others like to tease or mess around within hope of invoking you to drop that ‘fake persona’ of yours. As others like the call. They normally end up with murder intent Bakugou and you trying to drag your boyfriend from going to jail.

Still took him time to settle into your naturally quiet nature as he’s always surrounded by loud people like himself, but he’s changed his ways a bit for you.

He doesn’t scream as much, which shook the squad when he had you over and was a lot less loud and aggressive. He's also gotten his anger slightly under control( empathize on slightly )

Now since you both don’t crave much affectionate attention from one another you two usually save it for the bedroom. That is then his angry gremlin calms down and he’s all soft for you. Constantly wanting to hold you or give kisses that leave you both redder than a tomato and out of breath.

All and all 9/10, gotta work on throwing insult to you when flustered.

Eijiro Kirishima

Everything about you screamed adorable and mesmerizing to him. Up from the curls to your head down to the cute sandals and flats over your feet.

Just like Bakugou, he’s a little protective but he’s isn’t overbearing like him.

However, he does smother you in affection, stopping you in the hallway or wherever he spots you for at least one kiss, leaving you a stammered mess and trying to waddle away.

Kirishima doesn’t have a lot of confidence himself, and you naturally being more soft-spoken. It’s hard for you to communicate some days

You can obviously tell he’s a little bit more down but you seem to not be able to gather your words to help. So you usually initiate some form of affection.

A simple hug or kiss could have him breaking out into a wide smile and result in redden cheeks and you enveloped into a warm hug.

He watched wide eyes as you climb into his lap and kisses over his cheek with heat gathering to your ears and cheek. “I’m sorry ...I-I can’t do much but, I want you to know you’re everything to me and you’re so amazing and inspirational. You really make me a better person.” You finished smiling him brightly. Leaving the Redhead with tears at how manly you were. “D-did I say something wrong?!”

Most definitely if your into making flower crowns or planting he’s by your hip helping you. There’s not a single task where he’s not helping out. And he himself might take up the hobby or flower crown-wearing as well

He’ll proudly prance around the school with a flower crown of yours and boast about your skills to everyone. He’s your number one cheerleader possible the only one you need

10/10 boyfriend(I’m a little bias 🙈)

Shoto Todorki

Clueless to it’s painful. He isn’t exactly in tune with other emotions, since your so quiet it’s a lot harder to him figure out if things he says upset you in any way

This leads him to get slightly aggravated at you not being so straightforward like himself. He’ll make a little rude comment or become cold. It’ll take him a while but he’ll figure out after your second day of ignoring him he’s done something wrong.

Then he’s doing everything he can to make you happy once again. Going as far to look up possible gifts to please angry girlfriends

Gazing down at your desk you look over the bento with hesitation before glancing back to your half and half boyfriend. Who, from what you can tell, nervously stood in front of you. “Sorry...about yesterday. I made lunch for you.” He mumbles, you open the box and glance down at the half charred undercookek contents. You both fell silent, “....how about, you buy the ingredients for that soba dish you love so much... and I’ll cook it?” You suggest and he nods. “I forgive you so relax.” You assure and smile at him chuckling at his efforts to make you happy.

He’s a good boyfriend and try his best to keep you happy. He’s isn’t as protective as the other two but will step in if you need him.

Unlike Kirishima and Bakugou, he’s neither for smothering his lover in affection nor is it something he can do away completely either. He’s a middle man, only for giving PDA when it’s needed.

However want he lacks in PDA, he makes up for spoiling the living hell out of you. Nothing but the top of the line from dresses and skirt you may like to hair products that celebs use. If you eyeing certain hair milk(you know damn well you don’t need) he has it sitting over your bed in a bow.

9/10 gotta work on his aloofness, we still love him tho.

Izuku Midoryia

Possible the only one that understands your most. He understands how hard it is to talk out in front of others or even show affection so he doesn’t try to force it out of you.

However, he’s the biggest simp out of all of them and worships the very ground you walk.

To get you to laugh, smile, or share more of your culture and childhood to him, has the other swooning over you with hearts in his eyes

Communication isn’t something you need to worry about either, you simply look his way and he’ll pick up on your uncomfortableness immediately.

Unlike the others he’s isn’t one for confrontation, and tries to avoid it as much as possible. That’s doesn’t mean if he see’s someone really bothering you, that he won’t intervening.

A matter of fact, he’s actually a lot scarier then Bakugou when pissed off and you try your hardest to keep him from confronting others. The last thing you want is for your boyfriend to actually get expelled....this time. (DEKUIAN IS A YANDERE AND I STAND BY IT...periot)

Now he is a bit on the overprotective side and when I mean a bit, I mean he’s standing outside the door of your room protective. You had through it off as him being naturally paranoid from battles and fighting a lot so you don’t hold it against him

This does lead to mini fights, which don’t last long. If you’re a nerd much like himself he’s got some tickets for some hero museum and a large teddy bear for you as an apology.

“Here, I didn’t mean to be so overbearing for the past few days. Can you find it somewhere to forgive me?” He’ll shyly hand the gifts to you, blushing madly as you furrowed brows relax and you sigh, “I’m sorry too..”

Makes up are finished one hand holding and gently cuddles in his bed as you both ramble in about your interest.

He loved you so much and tries showing it in as much as he could

10/10 he’s too sweet

[asteriismos]

Hold Me Tight or Don’t -- Bill Denbrough

Warning(s) : athletic! bill, SMUT, angst, sexual tension, enemies to lovers, slight choking if you squint

Authors Note : It’s my first time writing in a v long time so hopefully all the dust is brushed off my keyboard lol. Requests are open! I do smut, fluff, angst, imagines, short blurbs, head canons, etc. I also write for every character. Also, the reader and bill are seventeen here in their senior year of high school ok ok so don’t COME FOR ME

Songs to Listen to : Hold Me Tight or Don’t -- Fall Out Boy, Bitch -- Allie X, Often -- The Weeknd

If there is one thing that you knew for certain, it’s that you absolutely loathed Bill Denbrough.

It wasn’t just a small ‘that guy is a jerk’ or ‘I wouldn’t hang out with him outside of school’ kind of thing. No, it was a ‘I would literally pay to see his car burn, no scratch that, I would pay to burn his car’ kind of thing. To you there wasn’t a redeemable quality about him at all, your life would be just fine if he didn’t even exist.

The frustrating thing was that Bill’s mother and your mother were best friends, they have been since they were in high school. Meaning that when they found out they were pregnant at the same time, they vowed to make their babies almost like siblings. Bill and you have been hanging out since you were three days old. At first it was fine, you two seemed to get along just fine for a boy and a girl.

That was until both of you were entering first grade. The two of you were walking to the front door of the Elementary School and he pushed you out of the way, yelling at you that you were ‘in his way’ and that you were ‘a stupid girl.’ It was totally uncalled for, your six year old self cried for days on end because of your seemingly best friends rude behavior. You vowed that you would hate him, that he was the stupid one. But you didn’t want to disappoint your mother, neither did he. So you two secretly began hating each other, only playing nice when your families were around.

That started in first grade, and it was now your senior year of high school where nothing has really changed. Both of you did your own separate things in school. You were part of the student body and was a cheerleader, while he played football, lacrosse, and his personal favorite, baseball. You two still played nice around your families, always giving fake smiles towards each other whenever your mothers wanted to have dinner together. What made it even worse was that now both of your fathers were best friends too, meaning in the summer there were barbecues and ‘family baseball games.’ You always chose to sit out, considering sports were definitely not your thing. Bill called you an array of names like ‘buzzkill’ and ‘sour puss’ for never joining in, not that you cared anyways. You would spit out nicknames right back at him.

It seemed like nothing was going to ever bring you two together.

It was the middle of spring, your senior year. You had been busy sending in college applications for a whole two weeks now, while also juggling your cheer practices and your performances during lacrosse games. The same lacrosse games that Bill always seemed to win for the team. You felt your teeth clench every time someone would mention how perfect Bill was to her. There was nothing worse than an enemy that was constantly trying to one up you, though you had the upper hand in academics at the moment, considering you had a solid A in AP Biology and Bill was sitting with a B+. The terrible thing was that your parents didn't even seem to see that you were better than him, they always continued to praise Bill.

That’s what was happening right now at the dinner table. It was a Friday evening right after the lacrosse game. Bill was still wearing his jersey and you were still sporting your cheerleading uniform. You could've gone up to your room and changed, considering all of you were dining at your house this week, but you were too hungry to even change. Doing kicks and flips were good calorie burners, you had to admit.

“You completely swept that game, Bill,” your mother swooned, passing over the bowl of pasta to your rival. You tried not to physically gag. “You have a really good shot at getting a scholarship to California with the way that you play.”

Of course, your parents could talk to Bill about college, but when you brought it up they would just tell you that they would talk to you about it another day.

“Thank you, Mrs. (Y/L/N),” Bill replied, turning his gaze towards you. He could sense that you wanted to vomit with all the mushy gushy comments towards him, and let me tell you, he was eating it up. He loved to see you annoyed, he enjoyed it more than he probably should. “And must I say, this dinner is great. One of my favorites.”

You snorted so violently that you began to cough on the salad you were eating. Everyone at the table reverted their attention to you, now trying to get oxygen back into your lungs after your coughing fit.

“Is something wrong there, (Y/N)?” Bill asked, pretending to be worried for your well being. He raised an eyebrow with a smirk on his face. Instead of spitting some sort of insult at his face, you composed yourself and stood up, quickly mumbling that you needed to be excused so you could go start your homework. Your mother looked a little confused, but nodded her head and said that that was fine with her.

Once you were upstairs in your room, you looked at yourself in the mirror. You were definitely not a six year old girl anymore. Your slightly chubby baby fat legs had been replaced with long, muscular ones from all of the conditioning in cheer. Your face had gotten slimmer and you replaced your glasses with contacts in the seventh grade. You had to admit, you got hot.

You were just about to raise up your top when the door opened, Bill walking inside your room like he owned the place. Sure, he had been to your house and in your room many times over the years, but that didn’t mean that he could just waltz in here. You had been changing, and you knew that if he had seen anything, he would’ve given you shit about it until the day you died.

“Jesus, do you know how to knock, or does your jock brain not know decent manners?” You spat towards him, turning around to get the embarrassed blush off your face. You heard him close the door and walk farther into your room. “I was just about to change.” You turned around to face him.

Bill scoffed, his eyes rolling as he looked towards you. “Oh please, it’s not like you would’ve minded. Any girl would love to have me walk in on them changing. And I know for a fact that you’re not excluded from the mix, (Y/N),” he replied snarkily.

You couldn’t believe the things that came out of his mouth half the time. The fucking prick.

“In case you haven't noticed, Bill, I’m not pretending to hate you because I secretly like you. I actually, genuinely hate your guts,” you stated.

“You’re such a prude.”

“I am not!”

“Yes you are. Name one party that you’ve gone to this year. That’s right, you can’t-” you opened your mind to try and intrude but he didn't let you, saying,”- and you can’t give me that ‘I haven’t been invited’ bullshit. I know for a fact that you have. Hell, you’re part of the cheerleader squad. I even know that Beverly has tried to get you to at least three parties this month.”

So what? You thought to yourself. Why did Bill even care. It’s not like if you were there he would talk to you anyways. He was just trying to get under your skin.

“What’s your point, Denbrough? Keeping tabs on me now? I’m flattered,” you didn’t even meet his gaze, instead you just walked to sit down at your desk, beginning to take your textbooks out of your overfilling backpack. “Sorry to burst your bubble, but we’re not friends. You’ve made that really clear over the years.”

He grabbed the seat you were sitting on and spun it to face him. His face was dangerously close to yours, you could feel the hot air he breathed out on your face. You licked your lips out of habit, and you could've sworn for a moment that his eyes glanced down at them, until they were back to meeting your own. You wanted to kick him away from you, but the way that he was looking at you was enough to keep you still in your seat.

“My point is,” Bill whispered. “That Richie is throwing a party tomorrow night and to prove that you’re not a prude, go to it. Simple.”

You wanted to tell him no, that you were not in the right mood to go to a party, especially when you had college stuff to do. You had a feeling that Bill wasn’t going to take no for an answer, so for some stupid reason, you muttered a quiet ‘fine.’

Bill grinned, nodding his head.

His mother called for him so that they could leave, and suddenly he was out of your room and outside of your house. You still sat there, a dumbfounded look on your face. And all you could think about was how hot your skin felt against your suddenly tight cheer uniform.

-- The Next Day --

“Come on, (Y/N). Please just get out of the car,” Beverly begged, opening the passengers door of her car where you were seated, her hands pulling you out of her car. You two were outside Richie’s house, late by a good half hour because you threw a fit about what you were even supposed to wear to this party. At this point Bill probably assumed that you weren't going to show up, there were most likely voicemails on your phones answering machine calling you a prude about fifty million times.

This was going to be a big ‘fuck you’ in his face.

Finally, with the help of Stan and Eddie, Beverly got you out of her car and walking to the entrance of the crazy party. You were dressed in a black tank top with checkered shorts and belt, your hair up in a high ponytail so it wouldn’t get in your way when you danced. Once you entered the house you looked around for Bill, butterflies entering your stomach for no apparent reason. You punched yourself in the stomach slightly, wondering why the hell your body was reacting the way it was.

You walked into the kitchen with Bev and saw Bill with Richie, doing what seemed to be shots. Bill finished his line and saw you, a grin the size of Jupiter appearing on his face.

“You two are unbelievable sometimes,” Bev said to Bill and Richie once they walked towards you and her. Richie was obviously fucked up, not just on alcohol but definitely weed as well. You could practically sense the great hangover that awaited him in the morning.

“Oh come on, Bev. You know for a fact that you’re going to be just as bad as Richie in an hour or so,” Bill stated in a matter of fact tone. The music was booming so loud that it was hard to even understand him. You looked at his lips to try and make out the next words he was speaking, but that action caught his attention, he quickly looked towards you with the same smirk he had on in your room just last night. “You should take some pointers from her, (Y/N), she knows how to party, unlike you.”

You were about to swing, you truly were. You were so fed up by his snarky remarks towards you and this was the greatest opportunity to jump him. There were no parents, no teachers, no one even remotely able to pull you off of him once you were there. However, Beverly could sense the tension and quickly spun you away, screaming over the music, “Cool, thanks Bill! We’re going to go dance now.”

She whispered in your ear, “You’re going to get yourself in so much trouble someday when I’m not here. Now, come on. Try to enjoy yourself.”

The next twenty minutes were dedicated to Bev and you dancing. At some point Stan and Mike joined in and suddenly all of you two were laughing and giggling at the stupid dance moves you were all making up. You had to admit, you were having a good time. Finally you could feel yourself let go of all of that rage you had all day and hang out with your closest friends. You forgot that Bill was even there.

That was, until you and Stan started jokingly grinding on each other and you felt a pull on your arm. The force was so strong that you were pulled into the arms of whoever had taken you away from your friends.

“What the fuck, get off of me, creep!” You yelled, turning around to see who the person you were about to sock in the eye was. And much to your annoyance, it was Bill. “Can’t you just leave me alone for one day? First you invite me to this fucking party, and now you won’t even let me party.” He was becoming more of a significant annoyance by the second.

“Come with me, (Y/N).”

“No, what the fuck?”

“I need to talk to you, come on,” he grabbed your hand and pulled your out of the crowd and into the first empty room that he could find. It was Richies parents room, clean and very big. It was surprising that no one had come in here yet to mess it all up.

Bill shut the door behind both of you and looked down at you, you who was now fuming with anger.

“Now that you have me trapped in here, Bill. What the fuck do you want with me?” You yelled, the odds of someone hearing was slim, considering the loud ass music in the background and the sounds of teenagers yelling over it.

“You. You and Stanley? Really (Y/N)?” He asked. “You two can't be together.”

You laughed, genuinely laughed at how stupid he sounded. “Stan and I were just messing around. Since when are you allowed to tell me who I can and can’t dance with? You’re not my fucking babysitter. You’re not my boyfriend.”

Bill got closer and closer to you, his gaze never leaving your own. He laughed, “You know, you’re so aggravating. You never can go one second without insulting me.”

“Says you! You’re not much better. Don’t act like you’re on some high horse, like you’re the victim.” He was so fucking unbelievable.

And suddenly, without any warning, Bill was pressing his lips against your own. You were so shocked that you jumped away, your eyes widening at the sudden contact. What the fuck was happening? Why was Bill kissing you?

And why did you kind of really like it?

You grabbed his face and kissed him again, your body clashing right into his. The reverb of the bass in the song playing outside seemed to set the hot and heavy mood that suddenly came into the room. Bill’s hands didn't hesitate to come to the small of your back, his body engulfing you. He was taller than you and no doubt stronger, so when he started walking towards the bed, leading you as you walked backwards until your legs hit the edge of the bed.

Both of you fell onto the bed, him falling onto you, the hotness of your contact almost burning your fingertips. He stopped kissing your lips and instead began to kiss down your jawline, down to the nape of your neck but stopping at the beginnings of your tank top. Bill looked up at you suggestively and you had to stop yourself from groaning, of course he was going to fucking tease you, of course.

“You can take it off, you know,” You said finally, lifting the hem of your tank top to help him get started. He laughed, saying, “Damn, pushy much?”

He was such a dick, even in this position that both of you were in. But instead of feeling hate towards his snarky remark, you felt lust. Cockiness never looked better on the Denbrough boy.

He pulled up your tank top to reveal your breasts, and his mouth and hands got to work right away. He licked and sucked, then repeated the process until you were a sputtering mess, your cheeks flaring up at the thought of someone you’ve known since childhood seeing you in such a vulnerable position.

“You know, (Y/N), you actually aren't that bad in this position,” Bill mumbled across your skin, going lower down your stomach and looking up at you to see your reaction. You didn't want to moan, because you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of the fact that he was pleasuring you. But you couldn't help yourself, you were a moaning mess. Your hands helped his own with your belt buckle and the zipper of your jeans. You quickly pulled them off and threw them god knows where, watching him pull down your black panties. He came up from in between your legs and kissed you again, one finger suddenly entering inside you. You moaned into his mouth, spewing out a few curse words here and there when he entered another finger, and then another one.

He made marks on your collarbone, on your neck, everywhere that he could mark you he did. His fingers never stopping the constant in and out motion. Bill, the person you absolutely hated, was making you come undone like it was nothing.

You had closed your eyes, your hands going into his hair and pulling when he did something that you liked. But the motion stopped, his fingers came out and never re entered. You wined a little bit, until feeling hot breath against your heat.

“Oh,” you said out loud. He chuckled before diving in, his tongue licking against your clit. The immense wave of pleasure you felt was over you made you almost scream out. He continued this while one hand came up to play with your breasts while the other one entered you again with two fingers. With the amount of pressure he was putting in his motions, you knew you weren't going to last very long. He must’ve known this too, because when your moans got higher and more frequent, he said in a deep voice, “come undone for me, baby.”

And you did. You were a moaning mess, and his tongue was quick to lick up all of you before coming up, looking at the toll that he has done to you so far. You opened up your eyes to meet his own and gave him a confused look. Was he going to continue? Or leave you there to deal with the mess he made of you by yourself?

“You’re still fully clothed, this is no fair,” you muttered, pulling at his blue shirt. Bill only laughed, pulling off his shirt to reveal his abs. You really didn't want to admit it, but Bill was ripped. All those sports seemed to be paying off . . .

“Are you going to stare all day or do you want me to fuck you?” Bill asked, his tone darker and darker than it usually was. You nodded, watching him take off the rest of his clothing. Both of you sat there looking at each other before you began to laugh for no real reason.

“Is this funny or something?” Bill asked, an eyebrow popping up.

“No, it’s just that you and I have known each other since birth, and now we’re about to fuck,” you said, shrugging your shoulders. He himself laughed a small bit before laying his body on top of your own, slamming into you with no hesitation. All your previous thoughts washed away in an instant and you were in a world of ecstasy.

Bill was rather large, larger than you had ever had before. So it took you a moment to adjust to him and finally feel the pleasure of having him inside of you. Your hands went to his shoulders and surprisingly his went to your neck, pinning you down so that you couldn't move. It caught you off guard at first, but you realized that it was super hot to have his muscular hands around your small, delicate neck. You moaned out loudly as you got closer and closer to your high.

“You like that, don’t you?” Bill asked in a cocky tone. “My hands on your neck, controlling you. Who knew you were so kinky?”

You hated to admit that you liked what he was saying.

The quick pace he was going at drew you closer and closer, until you were seeing stars and coming undone under Bill for the second time. He was quick to follow, orgasming and then laying down on top of you. The room smelled of sex, hot and sweaty sex.

You and Bill had hot sex. The thought didn’t even feel real.

Your bodies were almost glued to each other from the sweat, until Bill peeled off you and stood up, looking for his clothing that had been strewn around the room. You were quick to follow, finding your shirt, belt, and shorts. Your underwear had landed on top of the mirror, and as you went to go grab them, you looked at yourself in the mirror. There were marks everywhere on your body. They were on your neck, jawline, collarbone, breasts, and stomach. There were probably more in between your legs as well. Grabbing the underwear, you finally got dressed and tried to make yourself look semi presentable, despite the obvious hickies you couldn't hide with your previous choice in attire for the evening. You stood behind Bill as he went to open the door, however he stopped and turned to look at you, his lips nearing your ear, saying,

“You know (Y/N), you may be a bitch. But you’re sweet, where it counts.”

And with that he was off into the crowd, you lost him within seconds with all the people.

That dick, you thought to yourself, I can’t believe he just left.

You would get him back for that, you just didn't quite know how just yet.

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #593: Getting Ready for Some Trick or Treating (SSBU)

6:45 p.m. at the Smash Mansion's Dining Room......

Toon Link: (Smirks Proudly While Wearing a Costume that Strong Resembles BOW Link) So? Whaddya think?

Ness: (Starts Getting Impressed While Wearing a Dracula Costume) Wow, Toon. That's actually a really good costume you got there.

Popo: (Smiles Brightly While Wearing an Abominable Snowman Costume) Yeah, man. What makes you wanna wear that for Halloween this year?

Toon Link: (Shrugged) No real reason. I just thought about how cool Big Link really is and decided to dress like him.

Ness: (Gives Toon a Playful Smirk) You know, I will say though, that's a lot better than you wearing a cheerleader's outfit last year, that's for sure

Toon Link: (Eyes Widened While Blushing Bright Red)

Popo: (Starts Snickering) Ah man! I remember it so clearly now. Why did do wore that costume last year, Toon?

Toon Link: I didn't know what else to wear at the time, alright?! (Looks Away From Ness and Popo) And besides, it's not my fault it fits me perfectly.....

Ness/Popo: PfttHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!

Nana: (Place a Hand on Toon's Shoulder Reassuringly While Also Wearing a Abominable Snowman Costume) Don't worry about them, Toon. I, for one, thing you look cute in that cheerleader's outfit.

Toon Link: ('Sigh') Wasn't my intention to be cute in the first place, but still.... Thanks for that, Nana.

............................................................

Ashley/Red: (Gasps at What is in Front of Them Right Now)

Lucas: (Shyly Stares at Ashley and Red While Wearing a Witch Costume) So..... W-What do you guys think?

Ashley: Lucas......(Starts Blushing While Being Amazed by Her Boyfriend's Witch Costume) You look even more amazing than I imagined you would be~

Lucas: (Starts Blushing as Well) Y-Y-You really think so, Ashley?

Red: (Smiles Brightly While Making His Way to Lucas) Of course she thinks so, bud! You look great! (Happily Pats Lucas on the Back) With those PSI powers of yours, you might actually be qualified to become one yourself!

Lucas: (Genuinely Surprised) Really? I never thought of it that way...

Ashley: Lucas.

Lucas: (Turns Back to Ashley) Yes, Ashley?

Ashley: (Gently Hold Both of Lucas' Hands) I will do my very best to teach you everything you need to know about being a witch. Even if it's only for tonight.

Lucas: (Stares at Ashley For a Few Seconds Before Giving Her a Determined Smile and Nodded) Okay. I'll do my very best too, Ashley!

Ashley: (Smiles Softly) (There's that precious smile of his~ So cute~)

.........................................................

Ludwig: (Tightening up Junior's Costume, Which is a Miniature Version of Their Father) Now, Roy, it's very important that you make sure that Junior stays by your side at all times and not let him out of your sight, no matter what you do

Roy: (Crosses his Arms) Dude, relax. I ain't gonna lose the twerp that easily. In case you haven't noticed yet, I'm wayyyyyy more responsible than ya think.

Ludwig: (Sighs While Rolling his Eyes) I suppose I'll take your word for it. But also, please, for the love of all things centric, don't try and harass anyone into giving you candy.....Or encourage our youngest brother to do the same.

Roy: ('Scoffs') Please. Do you honestly think I swooped that low into bullying a bunch of kids into giving us candy?

Ludwig: (Raised an Eyebrow at His Younger Brother) Do I really need to remind you why we used to call you "Bully" when we were younger?

Roy: Smart-ass.

Bowser Jr: Luddy, how come you're not going Trick-or-Treating with us this year?

Ludwig: Well, you see, Junior, I have quite a busy schedule ahead of this year. I have to learn a few things from Master Alucard and Ms. Maria this evening.

Roy: In other words: Y'all are just gonna spend the rest of the night hanging out, huh?

Ludwig: (Glares at Roy) No, Roy. We do not simply "hangout" with one another. Our relationship is professional and should be treated as-

Maria: (From the Other Room) Luddy, come quickly! The movie is about to start!

Roy: (Smirks Smugly Towards his Older Brother) You were saying?

Ludwig: ('Sighs in Defeat') Enjoy your Halloween night.....(Walks Away.....Only to Come and Grab a Bowl of Popcorn From the Table Before Walking Away Again)

Junior: (Chuckles Lightly) Luddy's a dork.

Roy: Yeah, but he's our dork.

...............................................................

Toon Link: (Stares at the Stairs Along With Everyone Else) What's taking Uncle De so long?

Ness: (Shrugged) Maybe he's getting his costume ready like the rest us?

Popo: Wait. He's actually gonna wear a costume? I wonder what he'll be going as....

Dedede: Y'all ready...... (March his Way Down the Stairs..... While Wearing a Metal Mask on his Face) For some Trick-or-Treating Tonight?!!!

Kids (and Roy): (Gives Dedede a Bored Expression on Each of Their Faces)............

Dedede: ......What?

Ness: Dedede. Are you seriously gonna wear that mask throughout Halloween this year?

Dedede: Course I am. Why wouldn't I be?

Nana: Well, for starters, we've already seen you wore that mask multiple times in matches. It's already starting bore us really.

Toon Link: Plus, you're gonna give some people a heart attack if you keep wearing that around town tonight.

Ness: Speaking of which..... You're not planning on bringing your mallet with you, are you?

Dedede: (Immediately Throw His Trusty Mallet Away) N-No! And y'all worry too much! I ain't gonna give no town folks a heart attack! (Crosses his Arms with Full Confidence) Just you wait! I bet everyone in that town is gonna think how cool I really am in my mask form!

Roy: Doubtful.

Dedede: Well, fine! If y'all rugrats don't like my costume that much, than exactly do you want me to go as?!!

Ness: Hmm....Well....

Few Seconds Later......

Dedede: (Dressed up As a Ghost) .................Really?

Ness: Yeah. It's simple and not too scary.

Toon Link: (Smiles Brightly) Plus, everyone love ghosts!.....Or at least I think they do.

Dedede: I can't believe this. Y'all made me have to take off a mask I've made with my bare hands.....Over some plain white sheets.

Roy: (Starts Smirking at Dedede) Look on the bright, Uncle De, at the very least, it fit your size.

Ashley: (Nodded While Holding Lucas' Hand) Agreed. It's practically perfect for you.

Lucas: (Smiles Brightly) I agree with Ashley!

King Dedede: (Already Losing his Patience) Do y'all wanna go Trick-or-Treating or not?!

Kids: (Cheers in Rejoice) Yeah!

Dedede: (Opens the Front Door) Then wait outside. I'll be there in a second.

Ness: You heard the man. Let's go outside and wait a few more seconds for Halloween!

Kids: (Cheers Once More While Following Ness Outside)

Roy: (Follows His Little Brother and the Others to the Door) Don't keep us waiting too long, ghost boy.

Dedede: (Groans While Pinching his Nose) Damn. I love them kids, but I swear, they always find a way to drive me off the wall......

Bayonetta: (From a Distance) Fabolous costume you got there, king!~

Dedede: (Making his Way to the Door) Whatever!

'Door Close'

Happy Halloween Folks

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[telli1206]

You’re So Fine, You Blow My Mind (Part 3)

Tourney player Jay is smitten with the new cheerleader, and Evie and Mal help get them together.

Click here for Part 1: Jay

Click here for Part 2: Mal

Part 3: Evie

Evie often wonders whether Jay will ever fall in love. Or at the very least, embrace the idea that love is a possiblilty for him. 

She’s bored and frustrated with the way he flits from girl to girl, flirting and kissing, leaving each one high and dry after, before emotions can be added to the mix. And it hurts her to see that there’s never any joy behind his eyes after every conquest.

What a waste of time.

But she can’t help feeling that maybe Jay acts like this to protect himself. To protect his heart from being hurt by anyone...else.

Jay knows what it’s like to desperately want love that he can never have, no matter how hard he tries. Evie and Mal know, too. It’s always come easily to them to just pretend that they don’t care about anyone, that they don’t really need to love, or be loved, to be happy.

But now, Evie has Mal. And she knows the truth about love, instead of the lies  that she’s tried to convince herself. 

Love is beautiful. And amazing. And unbelievable. And everyone should get the chance to be in love. 

Especially her friends.

That’s why, since coming to Auradon, she’s made it her mission to help, or rather, coax, matches for her friends and classmates. Only when she sees the potential there, of course. She doesn’t force anything! Or even find dates for other people. 

She’s just a...Love Supporter. Not a Matchmaker.

Which is why the way Jay looked at Carlos at lunch got her so excited. She has renewed hope for Jay, and she hasn’t felt that in a while. Hope for a chance at LOVE for him.

The possibility made her want to squeal on the spot in the courtyard, but Mal, firmly hooking a foot around her knee under the table, reminded her not to ruin the moment and scare Jay (or Carlos!) away. 

So Evie kept quiet and just watched. For now. 

The second Carlos had called it a “date,” Jay had been absolutely giddy. He parted ways to his next class with a stupid, wide grin plastered on his face and a little skip in his step. Mal had to squeeze Evie’s hand tightly and bury into her shoulder to fight back the snickers.

Evie rolled her eyes, sighing loudly at Mal. Here she was, about to burst with excitement for Jay, and her girlfriend is just being uncouth.

“Stop,” she hissed, tucking her nose into the purple hair nestled next to her cheek. “It’s not funny. It’s sweet. He’s happy, Mals!”

Mal took a shaky breath to settle her laughter, resting her chin on Evie’s shoulder to angle her face awkwardly towards her girlfriend.

“I know, I know. I am happy for him. But -” she starts to giggle again but is hushed by a sharp glare. “Ok! Just, give me some time to get used to it. Lovesick Jay is new, and...funny.” 

She bursts into another fit of laughter, leaving Evie shaking her head. She puts a hand to Mal’s cheek and turns her face back in to muffle her again. 

Evil, sometimes she wonders how she could love a girl that’s so clueless to the beauty of love.

-----

Evie decides to make a stop at Carlos’ room before meeting Jay to help him get ready for the date. Mal had been pretty adamant to leave them be, but Evie is Carlos’ friend too, so what’s the harm in dropping in to say hi?

And maybe, just maybe, the conversation could steer towards tonight. And, also maybe, she’d get to know how Carlos was feeling about, the date. And also, about Jay.

That’s not being nosy, she argued with Mal. That’s just being...friendly. And conversational.

She’s just a good friend, and she’ll make no excuses for that.

“Carlos!” She coos brightly as he opens the door. 

The thought of Jay going on a real date has made her a literal ball of sunshine for the last 24 hours, much to Mal’s dismay. Any attempt mask her cheerfulness in any way has failed completely.

“You look...” her joy does manage to fade a little when she drops her gaze, seeing that Carlos is wearing nothing but a tight pair of black, bike shorts?  “...different.”

Carlos giggles at her obvious scrutiny. “Hey Evie. Don’t worry, I’m just trying on a new pair of shorts for practice. I just needed to make sure they won’t ride up on me.” She notices then that he’s a little breathless, with tiny beads of sweat dotting his forehead. 

“Come on in,” he tells her, waving her inside as he walks back towards the bathroom, snatching a towel to dab at his face.

“Sorry. I just thought you’d be...getting ready? For your date.” She tilts her head, watching in confusion as he quickly taps off the music speaker on his desk.

He glances back at her, brows perked in surprise. “Really? I have two hours still, Evie. It’s not like I’m getting dressed up or anything. Jay and I are just, hanging out, right?” 

Evie hesitates, pursing her lips together in thought. This was a big deal for sure, especially in Jay’s eyes, but she didn’t want to risk sharing too much and potentially freaking Carlos out.

“Right,” she answers, slowly. “But, I just thought maybe you’d want a little help picking out an outfit? I’m sure you want to look, hot, right? For Jay?”

She holds in her breath as she watches him stare at her, blankly, but a relieved exhale quickly whooshes out when he smiles and nods enthusiastically.

“Yeah, for sure. I can’t have him looking better than me, can I? And he could make a paper bag look sexy,” he comments with a waggle of his eyebrows. “You’re one of Jay’s best friends, right? You’d probably know best what he likes. Maybe we could pull something together that’d make him drool a little.” 

Evie giggles, gesturing towards his current outfit. “In that case, no need to change. He might not get the chance to drool if he sees you in that, though. He’d probably just pass out.”

Carlos laughs and shakes his head. “Where’s the fun in that? I’ll miss out on my cupcake if we don’t even make it out the door!”

Evie smiles as she walks towards his closet, pausing as she reaches for the handle.

“Well we wouldn’t want that. Let’s try for, subtle sexy, shall we? And maybe we’ll look for something in a dark color...so it won’t show chocolate stains.” she adds with a wink.

Carlos gives Evie a bright smile before he makes his way to the bathroom door, grabbing his towel.

“Perfect. Thanks Evie! Can you maybe pull out a few things you like while I hop in the shower? I’ll help decide when I’m out.” 

Evie hums gently in agreement as she opens his closet and starts sifting through shirts and jackets. By the time Carlos is out and dried off, she has no less than four outfit choices laid out for him, shoes and all. 

-----

Between the two of them, it takes only a few minutes to pick Carlos’ clothes for the night - dark skinny jeans with a fitted black shirt, topped with a white and red patchwork leather jacket that Evie assures him is just badass enough to impress Jay.

Satisfied with Carlos’ look, and his obvious eagerness for time with Jay, she offers her freckled friend a tight hug and wishes for a fun night, then continues on to Jay’s room to help him get ready, as promised.

When she gets to his room, Mal’s already there, laying on her back on Jay’s bed, trying to talk rationally with him as he brushes his hair in the mirror and huffs in frustration.

“Why can’t I make it look decent? I swear, can anything else go wrong today?” He slams his hand against the wall and pushes himself back, turning and stomping towards the bed, near Mal. 

She sighs loudly, an arm draped across her forehead. She turns her head his way when she hears him stop in front of her.

“What is it now? I already told you your hair looks good! And your clothes. Dammit, you look hot, Jay! Why are you pouting like a five year old?” Mal gripes, and points a finger sharply at Evie.

“Can you talk to him please? I can’t handle this. He keeps whining about how awful he looks.”

Evie giggles as she steps nearer to Jay, narrowing her eyes to examine him closely.

“Your hair looks good down, but let’s give it another good brush to make sure Carlos can run his fingers through it if he wants to, hmm?” She raises an eyebrow at Jay, who flushes a bright pink immediately at Evie’s suggestion. But the thought sends him running back to his brush, quickly pulling it through his locks, yanking at every knot he feels.

Evie smiles as she watches him, casting a boastful smirk to Mal, who is already noddng her approval to Evie.

A few of Jay’s shirts and vests lay strewn about his bed next to Mal, and Evie leans over to trace her fingers over them, pulling up a black sleeveless knit shirt.

“And why did we decide on sleeves? It’s warm out tonight, and you know your arms are one of your best features.” A wicked smile suddenly dances across her lips, and she throws Mal a wink.

“I mean, Carlos said you’d make a paper bag look sexy, but we can do better than that, don’t you think?”

Jay’s eyes blow wide with shock, and his jaw drops at Evie’s words. In a flash, he whips the shirt Evie’s holding out of her hands and marches determinedly to the bathroom to change, slamming the door shut behind him.

Mal’s smirking now, eyeing her girlfriend with newfound awe and respect.

“Damn, Princess. You sure know how to take charge of a situation.”

Evie crosses her arms, looking at the bathroom door with a pleased smile.

“That’s what the power of love can do, dear.” She quips, dipping down for a kiss as Mal tries to groan in annoyance.

[foxerice]

the foxes at pride

andrew dressed entirely in black. in a literal sea of rainbow.

“oh no we lost andrew” “yeah he is the opposite of lost”

-

neil wears rainbow jorts

he’s hoisted up on matt’s shoulders the entire time

dan: hey!! what about me!!

neil: :\\\\ i’m baby

-

aaron getting hit on. repeatedly.

neil: andrew i thought you hated pride

andrew (just found out that aaron’s going): it’s an important historical event of the community i’m a part of. of course i’m going.

neil: (squints)

-

an extremely ripped shirtless dude: hey handsome

aaron, bright red: (violent spluttering)

andrew, crying as nicky falls to his knees in a fit of laughter: 

-

allison: rainbow stilletos

nicky: steals them

-

andrew going into the crowd: mcr

andrew coming out of it: mlp

“hey andrew when did you decide to put on that bandana?” “i didn’t.”

his armbands end up covered in glitter and it doesn’t come out for like 3 years

-

kevin: (gets an enormous bi flag painted on his face)

kevin: guys i think i want another tattoo

everyone: NO

andrew and nicky: YES

-

seth and aaron sitting in a cafe opposite the parade and low key wanting to go back to it but neither of them want to be the one to make the first move

-

“why is aaron at pride” katelyn forced him to go

she immediately drops him to do cheerleader stuff

he is subsequently hit on

-

allison: we’re going.

seth: no.

allison: i’m throwing away the strap

seth: WAIT—

-

kevin somehow ends up on top of one of those enormous rainbow carnival float things

he proceeds to steal a mic and passionately belt bohemian rhapsody

the crowd loves it

-

kevin: GALILEO

nicky: we should stop him

seth andrew and neil, sounding offended: are you kidding me?

-

wymack, sighing: just tell me where he is

dan and matt: first you gotta promise not to be mad

-

nicky, shaken: i think i just..... i just met chella man

dan kevin andrew and matt, whipping around in unison like a fucking family of meerkats: WHERE

nicky: WH—

dan, violently shaking nicky as andrew takes out a knife: WHERE WAS HE NICKY

-

neil whispering: who’s that

matt, eyes distant and glassy: a non binary god, neil. a god.

neil, leaving: ooookay

-

so neil does some shots 

he is promptly adopted by a gang of stone butch lesbians

neil: so THEN i was like “DAN..... I SAID PLEASE!”

like 20 butches, clad in leather and sunglasses and biker gloves: (yelling) THAT’S MY BOY!!

-

nicky: andrew where’s neil?? aren’t you worried?

andrew, decisively: he’s in good hands.

-

renee picking up girls left and right

dan: hey renee you.. uh.... you good?

renee, surrounded by girls: so good

-

neil absolutely RUINS some “homosexuality is a sin!!” hecklers (the homophobes w the mics and big signs)

one of them just packs up their shit and leaves in tears 

cops try to butt in but andrew and the butches stare them down

butch: you got a good mug face, kid

andrew: (touched) thank you

-

kevin: *does a shot* it’s gay pride darling

[saleintothe90s]

422. ”Carrie” (May 12 - May 15 1988)

I adore reading about flops. One of my favorite flops to read about is Carrie the musical. A doomed production from the start. Millions of dollars wasted. Bad costumes. Filler songs.

Similar to my Simpsons season 10 review, I wanna give something to the worst aspects of the show. With Simpsons, bad episodes were awarded Marge’s homemade Pepsi. For Carrie, I think I’m going to give the bad parts the “Vending Machine Maxi Pad” award. 

As most anybody who follows Broadway flops knows, clips from Carrie are scarce and are in poor condition on YouTube. Most of the actual clips are from when the show was in test productions in Stratford Upon Avon, but the music has been replaced with the Broadway soundboard.  So, keep that in mind. Most of the time you can’t even make out what’s going on. Here’s the closest copy of the entire show I could find on YouTube, from the Sratford Upon Avon production. 

I know people bash the musical, and sometimes it’s rightfully so, but two things are consistent: Linzi Hateley who played Carrie, and that orchestra that is on.point. Check out the overture.

(source)

The show begins with girls cheering in gym class in the beginning of an aerobics lesson?  The white gym shorts look like diapers. That’s the first of many costume mistakes. 

The song is a banger, I love Darlene Love playing the gym teacher, she’s my favorite part of the song. The only part that is cringey to me is when the girls sing “I go CrAzZyyyyy” and they get on the ground and dance like a toddler having a temper tantrum in a Toys R Us. Since the audio quality is so bad in these clips, I thought at one point the girls were singing about not being caught picking their nose, no, the lyric is:

Bought the clothes, did my nose,

Near the end of the song, the girls are on these rising rafters? It took me for-ever to realize that they were simulating a cheerleader pyramid, and that Carrie had snuck in near the end of the number to be on the bottom of the pyramid. Oh, and she causes it to fall and someone tells her to eat shit. 

“Dream On” is the song that the girls sing while in the showers. Why yes, it does look like they’re in the nude due to the poor quality of the video.  The song is ok, it gives total night driving home from the mall in the late 80s early 90s vibes.  Although one girl says the line, “Six foot three and he's in his forties!”. WHAT. 

Carrie breaks those vibes at around 3:44 by screaming that she’s bleeding. When Miss Gardener slaps Carrie, a cymbal plays. I love it.

I like to imagine that when the girls threw the tampons and pads at Carrie, some flew into the audience. 

“Carrie” is shrill at first, and then it turns into a bit of snoozefest. Linzi sings the name “Carrie” about 458 times. 

Betty Buckley who previously had played the original Grizabella in Cats. and who played the gym teacher in the original movie plays Carrie’s mom. Her song, “Open Your Heart” is pretty good. It’s a nice little break before mom goes bottoms up on Carrie for getting her period (”And Eve Was Weak” [Stratford version with Barbara Cook]):

Carrie: I was in the shower and...

Mom: You’re forbidden from showering with the other girls...

Carrie: I started to bleed!

While Carrie spends the rest of the night in a cellar, the popular girls are at the drive-in. Now, this musical cost over $7 million dollars 1, but yet this was the best set they could think of for a drive-in movie theater: 

It looks like something out of a high school play -- which I guess makes a little sense since they are high schoolers? I’m grabbing at straws here. It cost so much money to put Carrie on, what’s a few more dollars to have two real hollowed out cars on stage, one with Chris (in the red) & Billy (in black) in it, and the other with Sue (pink leggings) and Tommy (purple windbreaker)? 

“Don’t Waste the Moon” is the song sung at the drive-in, with Sue having regrets about throwing tampons at Carrie in the beginning of the song. The song is very 1980s, and it kind of doesn’t fit in the musical. Gene Anthony Ray’s (Billy) talent is wasted here. 

It’s time for some “Evening Prayers” for Carrie where she discusses with God her new telekinesis powers. Meanwhile Carrie’s mom is being a worrywort. During the Stratford production, Carrie’s mom is in a rocking chair over there looking like Whistler’s Mother. 

“You’re going to tell Carrie that you’re sorry!” belts out Miss Gardner. In the musical, Chris seems more obsessed with torturing Carrie than in the movie or book if that’s even possible. Sue is like, “What did she even do to you?”. Even Billy asked earlier, “Who the hell is Carrie White?”. 

Oooof. Seeing the gym teacher try to cheer Carrie up by singing a song about the prom (”Unsuspecting Hearts”) and how she could go too is patronizing. Even if its sung by Darlene Love. 

“Do Me a Favor” might be the most infamous song from the musical. It’s the song I see referred to the most when I read bad reviews. For some reason Chris is wearing a metallic red bodysuit and Sue is wearing a light pink bodysuit. Are they supposed to be that cliche devil and the angel on the shoulder thing? 

Chris looks like Evil Homer! 

I’m going be the unpopular opinion here and say that I love the song! The erratic dancing also fits with the song. 

Carrie tells her mom before “I Remember How Those Boys Would Dance” that Tommy is sweet and polite, but the audience doesn’t know that. Tommy is barely a character in this production. In the end, Carrie uses her powers to shut her mama up.

From what I gather in “Out for Blood” (audio) where Chris and Billy go looking for a pig to kill, the chorus dancers are the pigs? The video quality is so poor. Chris had another crazy ass red outfit on, some sort of shiny red skirt and a crop top. The costumes in this are just horrible. It was like the wardrobe budget was $50. 

This song is so.so.bad. It reminds me of whenever Rocko from Rocko’s Modern Life would see a movie trailer or a parody of something on TV for some reason?! Or the “gotta get that Reptar song” from Rugrats when the kids saw Reptar on ice. Especially when the chorus tells Billy to kill the pig: 

CHORUS Cha! Kill the pig, pig, pig! CHRIS Go! CHORUS Kill 'im, kill 'im, kill, kill! We'll make him bleed! CHRIS Go! CHORUS Get the blood, blood, blood Oooh, blood! CHRIS Oh, baby show... CHORUS Kill the pig, make 'im bleed Let's get the blood, that's all we need!

Sue’s song “It Hurts to be Strong” is a bit of a throw-away. It gets a vending machine maxi pad award. Moving on. It’s filler  

In “I’m Not Alone”, Carrie sings while using her powers to move things around in her room. What things? I don’t know the video quality was so bad. That’s another thing! The sets are nonexistent! I wouldn’t know we were in Carrie’s room unless the Playbill told me. It’s another forgettable song. Three in a row!

Betty Buckley saves the day in, “When There’s No One”, a sad song about facing life without Carrie being her subordinate. 

I don’t understand the prom dresses in “Wotta Night”, they’re all garish giant white numbers that make the actresses look about 20 pounds heaver.  The guys look like that Rio doll from Jem. The costume designer couldn’t just go to Alexanders or A&S and buy prom dresses? You know, why am I even asking at this point. We all saw what Chris has been wearing this whole time. There is a disco ball thrown aside in the corner instead of hanging up. More on that later.

The song sounds way too much like that song “Rock on” by David Essex.  Automatic Vending Machine Maxi Pad. 

Here’s a cute rehearsal clip I found of “Heaven”, the song sung while the Prom Queen and King ballots are being counted. Unfortunately, the audio is bad. Chris is there to remind us that she’s still out for blood.

Finally, finally it’s time for Carrie the prom queen to get drenched with blood -- but the thing is, due to microphone technology back then, Carrie really couldn’t have blood dumped on her. Chris and Billy just run up to her and half ass pour the bucket at her. Could the set designer not suspend the bucket from above the stage? Is that also why the disco ball is thrown in the corner? I don’t even think she has stage blood on her during “The Destruction”, (which is the best song from the musical).  I think a red spotlight over Carrie signifies the blood.

I think Linzi is really only truly covered in blood for press shots. 

Anyway, the Destruction, I love it when she screeches “DOESN’T ANYBODY EVER GET IT RIGHT??! DOESN’T ANYBODY THINK THAT I HEAR?!” It’s the best. I could listen to it all day and I almost did the other day. 

Due the poor video quality, I can’t really tell how the prom-goers are dying. They’re kinda just twitching there in the laser light or slamming themselves against the clear barrier that descended from the stage to signify Carrie closing the doors to the gym. 

After Carie kills everybody, this giant white staircase descends and covers up the gym. I read somewhere, I forgot where, that its supposed to be the school stairs? We’re led to believe that Carrie’s crazy mom ran to the school. The first time I saw it, I thought that it was Carrie and her mom getting ready to go to heaven. I thought maybe someone over at the set department took the classic song too literally. 

It appears that while the stairs are descending, Carrie smears stage blood on her. 

The reprise of “Carrie’ is so much better than the original. Carrie stops her mom’s heart cold mid song. Then she slins down the stairs and Sue catches her. In an interview on playbill.com, Betty Buckley says that on opening night (I don’t know if she meant the first preview, or the official opening night), there were boos from the audience at the end, but cheers for Linzi and herself. I believe it. Betty and Linzi were amazing. Darlene Love was amazing. The rough scenes are the scenes with the school kids. They’re awful, in the words of my boy Jay Sherman, “they’re awful I tell you. aw.ful.” 

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1. Rothstein, Mervyn. “After Seven Years And $7 Million, ‘Carrie’ Is a Kinetic Memory (Published 1988).” The New York Times, May 17, 1988, sec. Theater. https://www.nytimes.com/1988/05/17/theater/after-seven-years-and-7-million-carrie-is-a-kinetic-memory.html.

New York City Broadway reviews on the news in NYC for Carrie.  That first reviewer, Stuart Klein, I love him. I’ve watched several of his reviews on flops on YouTube. Joel Sigel who was the Good Morning America film reviewer is here too. 

Archive of Betty Buckley interview.