#( or making everyone send pleading face emoji in the chat )

[widaugast]

        I will never write them on Tumblr for a variety of reasons (not least of which being that I do not have the time nor the energy to keep up more than two blogs at once) but I am... sensing a pattern with all of my TTRPG characters thus far.

ELIAS “ELI” ABERNATHY, monster-of-the-week. the expert.

Social ineptitude, yet the biggest dad energy of the group.

Resident Book Boy

Guilt issues from the past and unfinished relationships

Nonverbal signs of affection, will just hang out with you in a room like a cat and have a perfectly good time.

Gay (or possibly bi) for his best friend. Even he doesn’t know.

ALEKSANDER “ALEK” VARENHOUT, high fantasy dnd. human gloom stalker ranger.

Guilt from the past x200

Appears the strong silent type, secret soft side that only comes out nonverbally.

Instantly pack-bonded with @feyspires​‘ character on sight and (to his surprise) lets them annoy him for no particular reason he can figure out.

Social ineptitude once again: literal 9 CHA

Did someone say buried family issues? I was only sharpening these arrows and will tell you nothing.

CIARAN, high fantasy dnd. half-orc cleric of the raven queen (grave domain).

Also pack-bonded with @feyspires​‘ character since before we’ve even started running this game, they’ve been friends for years now and decided that themselves instantly.

Appears scary only on the first glance (you try not being slightly intimidated at a 6′0″ half-orc with tusks out in Raven Queen robes), actually incredibly soft

Resident Book Boy (you get a lot of time to read growing up in a temple as one of the only kids)

Out to find out about unfinished relationships, as well.

ADAM CLEARWATER, monsterhearts 2. the hollow.

Resident Book Boy x3, literal English literature major in desperate hope he’ll find something to model himself after.

Social ineptitude x3: it took him until the last of four sessions before everyone figured out that was because he’s a Frankenstein’s monster sort, but actually perfected and with no stitches, and is consequently barely 10 months old.

Past issues x4: if you’re made out of other bodies, does that mean someone can recognize your face now?

Can appear scary if necessary, but only because he Wants the Answers.

ELOUAN AUBÉRIC, modern fantasy dnd. drow wizard (chronurgist dunamancer).

Resident Book Boy x4, literally found homeless in an interdimensional library that he shouldn’t have been able to access.

Wants to Bend Time and Use Magic and if he has to break a few things, well...

Past issues x5 [REDACTED]

Social ineptitude x4, but he’s not really working on it. Not a strong communicator, prickly, expresses affection mainly through actions rather than words.

Can appear scary if necessary, but if he does it’s because he means to. And also he could do some serious damage. He might let you know before he does.

#( in summary: a variety of mostly-nerds with morbid curiosity + guilt and trust issues ) #( also as i wrote this up: facing your past is a... uh.... big thing... ) #( not that any of this crosses over to Caleb as well no sir. ) #( dean plays tabletop. ) dance with us; child; and forget your troubles for a spell. #( a little peek at my OC's that i just have fun playing and either breaking my DM with weird magic ) #( or making everyone send pleading face emoji in the chat ) #out of the ashes.

[lindzaylove]

eighteen

A Kook's Perspective series

word count: 2.5k

trigger warnings: underage drinking, protective dad, controversial bandana color ???

taglist: @ashleyj27 @pogueslandia @maybankforlife @teelagurl558 @maybanktrash @psychosympathizer @slut4jj @cherrybarzy

gif by: @gemmusings

"are you sure you don't mind honey?" your mom asked, putting her earrings on. you nodded again, hoping your parents would actually leave a lot sooner. "we just feel so bad about leaving you on your birthday."

"mom, it is really okay. i'll probably just order some food and watch movies," you lied. your phone was vibrating in your pocket with the Pogues all wanting to know where you were.

"oh, have some people over! the Camerons would be welcome, that Thornton boy too," your mom stood from her vanity, turning to face you. "how do i look?"

"fabulous, as always," you smiled. she did look absolutely stunning. you were sure she would put all the other military girlfriends and wives to shame at.....whatever event this was in Charleston. at that moment, your dad came in.

"Sarah is outside," your dad said, checking his tie in the mirror before looking at you. "i think she has something for your birthday."

"Sarah Cameron?" you asked, turning to look out the window. there she stood, leaning against a black car with a relatively large and thin pink square in her hand. "what the fu-"

"Y/N," your mom scolded you, coming to look out the window as well. "i didn't know you and Sarah were getting to know one another."

"we aren't," you turned around. "i can walk out with you guys and talk to her then."

"go on down, i want to talk to Y/N for a moment," your dad said, pressing a kiss to her cheek. your mind ran over all the things you've done in the past week to warrant getting in trouble with your dad. you had purposefully stayed home since the boneyard party incident and avoided even speaking to the Pogues in case your parents had caught it.

"so, i saw Jake Allen at the club yesterday," your dad fixed his sleeves. your heart stopped; your whole body froze. he obviously knew everything, but no excuse could pour out of your mouth about why you had been with Rafe.

"he said he saw you and Rafe Cameron driving around the island," he finally looked at you. "at one in the morning."

"he did," you nodded. "i had been down at the beach that night. Rafe, Sarah, Topper Thornton, and Kelce Smith were there doing their own thing. I didn't drive, so instead of letting me walk home, Rafe gave me a ride." you were twirling a bracelet around your wrist behind your back, nerves coursing through you.

"that all that happened?"

"he dropped Kelce off, then Topper and Sarah, and then we got here around one. i wasn't ready to come in so we drove around and listened to music. i got home around three and went straight to bed."

"he ran a red light with you in the car," your dad put his hands in his pockets. "so why didn't i know until yesterday?"

"i dropped my phone and he was just making sure i was okay. we just happened to go through the light. he wasn't speeding or driving erratically at all," you were pleading, though you weren't sure why. he wasn't even angry at you, he was angry with Rafe for getting you in trouble and putting you in danger. you could easily put him under the bus and let your dad drive it over him, but you couldn't. you were getting defensive for him.

"he wasn't drinking or on anything?" your dad was still set in his stance, but you were done playing with your bracelet.

"if i was in danger, you know i would have told Mr. Allen," you crossed your arms. "can i go get my present now?"

"yeah, of course," your dad finally calmed down. "i'm just glad it wasn't one of those other kids you're always hanging out with. they must have been at that party that night."

"mhm," you rolled your eyes as you went down the stairs. outside, it was starting to get warm out as the sun went to reach its peak in the sky. your mom was talking to Sarah, who was standing up straight from the car and moving her hands around as she spoke.

"hey," you greeted them, pulling your cardigan up over your shoulder despite the heat. "what's up?"

"happy birthday," Sarah smiled, going to grab the once forgotten gift she had for you. "it's from Rafe, actually."

"he couldn't give it to her?" your dad asked, joining everyone in the front yard. you were staring at Sarah, hoping Rafe had a really good excuse for sending his sister - for his sake.

"he and my dad are going into Charleston today," Sarah told him. you closed your eyes, praying your dad doesn't make a smart comment.

"we're going into Charleston!" your mother smiled, you could hear it in her voice. "what are you they going for?"

"my dad has some business to do and dragged Rafe along. but you two look much nicer than some business meetings," Sarah complimented them.

you rolled your eyes. your dad was literally in his Marine Corp Dress Blue Uniform.

"open up your gift before we leave you two," your dad said. he was smiling, though it didn't reach his eyes. you pulled the pink tissue paper off the gift, your jaw dropping as you realized what it was. you pulled all the paper off, revealing to everyone the Chase Atlantic Vinyl.

"he got you a record?" Sarah asked, furrowing her eyebrows.

"we had talked about it the other night briefly," you brushed hair behind your ear, a big smile on your face. "i also have a record player in my room."

"that's so sweet," your mom said. your dad cleared his throat in response.

"you two need to go before you miss your ferry," you told them, ushering them to your father's car. they both kissed you on the cheek and left. you let out a sigh, coming face to face with Sarah by yourself.

"thank you, for giving this to me," you held up the vinyl slightly. "you can go home now."

"that's not the only reason i'm here," Sarah admitted. you paused to look at her instead of going inside. she held up a bandana - a gray piece of fabric that was far too familiar.

"what are you doing with that?" you turned all the way back around. "is John B. okay?"

"he sent me to come pick you up. you're supposed to be coming over to the chateau for your birthday and i am your ride since i had to see you to give you that," Sarah put the bandana back in her pocket. "so go put that inside and let's go."

"whatever," you mumbled, going back into your house. as you went up the stairs to your room, a piece of paper came out of the vinyl. you stopped and picked it up.

happy birthday, y/n. sorry it doesn't have your favorite song, but i hope it'll do - R.C.

you smiled the rest of the way up to your room, adding the record to your box of others. you switched tops and lost the cardigan.

the note from Rafe was sweet, even if all it really said was happy birthday. you thought over whether or not to add it to your memo board, but you slid it on there despite your better judgement. by the time you got downstairs, Sarah was in her car and scrolling on her phone. you got in the front seat next to her, pulling your phone out. Sarah's music was playing quietly through the speakers, but you quickly went to send Rafe a message on Instagram.

thank you for the gift! it means a lot that you got me something :)

you checked your other messages, quickly heading to the group chat to question why Sarah was suddenly involved in your birthday plans. all you got in reply were the eye emojis, though John B. wasn't answering your messages which made you even more annoyed. you were out of Sarah's car before she was parked.

"John B.!" you yelled, storming into the chateau. he came out of his room, a wide smile on his face.

"hey Y/N! happy eighteenth!" he went to give you a hug, but you out your hands up and blocked him.

"why the hell does Sarah have your dad's bandana?" you pointed at her as she came in. "why is she even here at all?"

"well, you were there when we kissed," John B. swallowed. you crossed your arms, biting gently on your tongue. "and this past week she broke up with Topper and came-"

"she went home with him that night!" you exclaimed. "like held his hand and went into his house."

"you went with them, you can't be mad at her for that," John B. threw it back.

"i didn't kiss someone in front of my boyfriend, then let my boyfriend beat him up, and ultimately leave with my boyfriend," you turned to Sarah. "did you and Topper fuck while you were at his house? you were all over him in the truck."

"i didn't," she glared at you. "let me know when she calms down, i'm going outside."

"funny how she gets to talk to me like i'm a dog and you don't stick up for me at all," you looked at John B. "let alone on my birthday."

"i'll talk to her about it after you explain to me what went through your mind when you went with her," John B. leaned against the wall.

"i was thinking that my father would happily blame you all for what happened and get you all in trouble if i had been seen by the police with you. i was the farthest away from the twinkie and would have gotten as all pulled over and in trouble if you'd have to wait. so excuse me for caring about the well being of my friends," you raised your eyebrows. "gonna go get your girlfriend to apologize now?"

"you went ghost after that night. we all just eventually assumed that Rafe convinced you of something bad. Sarah had said he took you home alone and that after she broke up with Topper she went straight home. she got home around two and he didn't get home until after three. he wouldn't talk about what took him so long so we didn't know what happened," John B. explained. "that doesn't give me the right to be a jerk to you, so i'm sorry."

"my dad knew about the party and i didn't want him to connect it to you guys. but Rafe and i just listened to music, that's all," you said, though you were still hurt that they thought Rafe would have that much influence on you. yeah, being with Rafe was fun, but they were still your friends. you were not that fickle in your opinions.

your opinions on Rafe, however....

"i understand now," John B. gave you a half smile, holding his arms out. "can i give you your birthday hug now?"

"i suppose," you teased with a matching smile, giving him a hug. you two hugged and went outside together, the other four people at John B.'s all looking at you expectantly.

"i'm eighteen, not eighty. you guys can be happy for me," you told them, laughing slightly. Kie was the first to come hug you, Pope following with JJ trailing along. John B. went to Sarah and they seemed to talk. by the time you wrangled out of JJ's grip, Sarah came and apologized.

"hey Y/N," Sarah started, fingers rubbing the thin material tied around her neck. you recognized it as the bandana. however angry you were before, it was John B.. he was your friend and you trusted his judgement - despite how dumb he seemed some times.

"i'm sorry," you told her. "you didn't have to come over this morning and bring me here, but you did. you clearly like John B. and he likes you, and you won't be going anywhere. i just thought it was going to be us five, but six is a better number."

"i'm sorry for being rude too, especially since it's clear how much you care ab-"

"let's get this party started!" JJ yelled, interrupting you and Sarah by pulling a beer out of no where and handing it to you. you took a drink and smiled at Sarah.

it truly was the beginning of one of your favorite days ever.

there was glow sticks, alcohol, and a hot tub. you got more bracelets from Kie, a book you had been wanting to read from Pope, a serenade from John B. and JJ, and an IOU from Sarah. there was so much laughter and cheer, you couldn't believe that once upon a time these people weren't your friends. you were so grateful for them, for the adventures they've taken you on.

nonetheless, nagging in the back of your mind, was that feeling in your chest. were you having fun doing something you shouldn't be right now? yes. was it giving you that feeling? unfortunately, no. your brain kept thinking about Rafe despite the dancing and drinking with your friends. you kept thinking about that feeling in your chest you were missing. you were really trying to not let it bother you. you wanted to find your way back to Rafe's truck with the windows down and music blaring. you realized you would probably be chasing that feeling for the rest of your life. the revelation made you ready to go home and listen to your new vinyl - at least that would remind you of that feeling. it was the first time you had ever felt out of place while with your friends.

"hey, are you feeling okay?" Sarah asked, gently touching your elbow. you vaguely remembered that she wasn't drinking because John B. knew you had to be home by the time your parents got back.

"i should probably get home. it's getting late," you nodded, putting your drink down on the counter. "where are my-"

"in my car already. say your goodbyes and i'll see you out there," Sarah smiled, heading out the door to the porch. you splashed some water in your face, hoping to finally calm yourself down. it was dark out now, and you were probably supposed to be home. you checked your phone again, the only message being from Rafe.

"who's that?" Kie asked, popping in next to you. you locked your phone, shoving it in your pocket.

"just some birthday wishes," you waved it off, holding Rafe as your secret. it was just a birthday present anyway, no need to get everyone torn up about it.

"happy birthday, Y/N," Kie hugged you suddenly. "i can't wait to go on a road trip with you once we graduate."

"of course," you hugged her back. "thank you for an amazing night, as always. you're a great friend, Kiara."

"you're just going home for the night, Y/N. no one is disappearing forever," she laughed pushing you out the door while she went to the bathroom. you gave your hugs to the boys before getting into Sarah's car. you checked your phone again, finally being able to see his reply.

i'm glad you like it, you deserve it. happy birthday, y/n x

#rafe cameron obx #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe x reader #rafe x you #rafe cameron fic #rafe cameron x you #rafe imagine #rafe cameron #rafe outer banks #outerbanks rafe #rafe fanfiction #rafe x y/n #outer banks #obx #obx2 #outer banks rafe #rafe obx #a kook's perspective

[tbzhours]

base crush

eric x you, high school au, angst, fluff

[summary] you have a crush on eric but you keep avoiding him until he confronts you (and confesses) [words] 2.8k [a/n] i kinda like this, i hope you do too ♡

Your phone had been buzzing for the past minute before you woke up from it, wondering who had stopped you from dreaming from your nap. You wiped the edge of your lip as you lifted your head from the textbook, head swifting around to find your phone. You picked it up and saw Changmin, your best friend’s texts. Trying to read through them on your lockscreen, he suddenly called you. 

You sighed deeply, rolling your eyes to close them. “Hello?”

“Oh my god, you finally picked up!” 

You peeked at the clock in your room before you replied, voice sounding drowsy and weak. “What do you want?”  

Changmin gasped. “Don’t tell me you just woke up from a nap.” He was talking so loud that you had to move your phone from your ear so they won’t hurt. You weren’t given a chance to say anything back when he continued, “It’s because of me, huh? I’m sorry.”

Oh yes, it really was because of him. He made you stay up late with him because he needed to rant to someone, which you ended up being the one since being his best friend. He never forgets to thank you after but somehow, you felt that there was a lack of sincerity in his apology, as if he was trying to lead it to something else. You were too tired to get offended so you rested your head back onto your textbook, closed your eyes and murmured. “And what about it?” 

“That’s why,” He explained, voice still a bit too loud. You could almost see his hand flying in front of him every time he tries to make a point as he continued. “I want to invite you out for a movie to make it up for letting me rant to you about my stupid love problems.” 

“Why?” You groaned. 

“I mean, come on! A few of my teammates are coming too. It’ll be fun with everyone there.” Changmin pleaded with a hum after. You stayed quiet for a few seconds until he tried to bribe you, “I’ll buy you a popcorn and drink set.” 

“And nachos?” 

You smiled as you could hear him snickering, then he sighed. “Fine.”

Once you arrived at the cinema, you didn’t expect Eric, your recent crush, to be there. Actually, it wasn’t so recent. You were always holding yourself back when Changmin invited you to places and one of them was to his baseball games. He really wanted you to be there at his first match of the season a month ago and right when you were about to regret going, you saw Eric on the field. It could be his smile but watching him run, bat and cheer so stunningly that night, you believed something had fluttered inside your heart. 

Changmin was waving at you but you stopped in your tracks. Your eyes were stuck at Eric because you didn’t know what to do, other than to run away. Your face was burning up when Changmin continued to call your name. When Eric turned to you, he smiled and waved at you. 

At that point, Changmin was already walking up to you and before you could run, he held onto your arm. 

“Where are you going? I got your nachos already.” Changmin asked in a sad pout. “You can’t just leave me like that. Come on~”

He dragged you along to the small group, greeting each other since you knew some of them from your classes. The movie wasn’t going to start until another 30 minutes so you all chatted the time away. It was just a casual conversation with everyone until Sunwoo, a baseball teammate, complained about not having time to do their homework. 

“Could be using this time to do it.” Changmin teased. 

“Yeah, you could have just rejected this movie night with us.” Chanhee, another baseball teammate, snickered as he shook his head. 

“Unless you have study hall.” Eric commented then he caught you staring, which you hadn’t realize you’ve been doing since everyone settled down at the tables in front of the arcade room. “Right, (Y/N)?” 

Suddenly, all eyes zoomed at you and you didn’t know what to do again. You slightly nodded and tried to flow in. “Yeah.” 

“But study hall?” Chanhee’s mouth opened in disgust. 

“Yeah, don’t waste your time in a no-credit class.” Sunwoo added, then everyone laughed at him because of the way it contrasted to his complaint. 

”I really needed that because of practice. You know me?” Eric laughed, hitting Chanhee’s shoulder. 

You just smiled, hoping to go into the movie room so you could stop looking at Eric. 

The next morning, you got a ton of texts from Changmin, asking about how fun the movie hangout was and that he wasn’t going to invite you anymore if you keep asking for more food. It was just a tease so you send him tongue-sticking emoji. 

The school day went by quickly and you couldn’t wait to get home so you could rest. As you packed up your things at your locker before making your way home, Changmin ran to you from afar. He was calling your name loudly that you didn’t want to look at him. 

When he finally got to you, he was breathing heavily. “(Y/N), I need your help!” 

“What is it now?” You asked, still exchanging your materials. 

“My phone broke and I need you to meet with Eric later for me!” 

“What?” You turned to him, eyes widened. You weren’t sure which one you were more shocked about but you wanted to avoid anything that was his problem. “How did that happen?” 

“I dropped it and it cracked!” He explained dramatically, reenacting how it happened. “I’m gonna go get a new one tonight so can you please let him know?” 

You recalled seeing him in your study hall class but that was it. “I can’t do that.”

“Y-you don’t have his number?” Changmin whined, stomping a feet down. “Why did I think you would?” 

You closed your locker and put your hand on your hip, watching him sigh in despair. 

“Then I’ll let you know where he’d be at since I can’t find him right now.” 

“Nope.” You walked past him but he followed you, telling you where Eric would be. 

That evening, the sun was still beaming in the sky, probably just another hour until sunset. You found your way to the baseball field near Changmin’s house, convinced that you’d tell Eric what he needed to know then leave. 

As you reached the field, you could see Eric there, standing in the right-handed batter’s box in his batting position. He swung a few times, seeing his own ball flying through the field as he created a shade above his forehead. You had your hands in your pants pockets, walking up to him toward the fence behind the catcher’s box with your racing heart. 

You bit your lower lip, somehow scared to call out his name when you could easily call out Changmin’s. It made your stomach curl as you stopped in your tracks. You took a deep breath, holding fists at your side when you shouted. “Hey, Eric!” 

Familiar to the sound of your voice, Eric got up and turned to you, almost knocking himself down with his feet. There was a tiny smirk in his smile when he waved his hand up in the air at you. “H-hey? Where’s Changmin?”

You walked up to him, rolling your eyes at the thought of your best friend. “I’m here to let you know about that.” 

“What happened? He isn’t replying to my texts or calls.” 

Eric walked up to the fence from the catcher box as you did too. The sun was shining toward your face and you wondered if you looked funny because he was still smiling. You swallowed your thoughts before you told him, “Changmin’s phone broke for some reason and he asked me to tell you that he can’t make it.”

“Oh, really?” Eric seemed flustered, his hand rubbing his head on the back as if he was trying to fix his cap. You nodded, about to greet him goodbye when he suggested, “Well, then, if you’re okay with it, do you want to practice with me?” 

“What?” 

“I see you in the bleachers a lot during our games and I just thought maybe you knew how to play.” Eric’s words were followed by a few seconds of silence. He set his bat down to the ground, smiling again. 

“No, it’s okay. I think I’m gonna go now.” You quickly smiled. “Thanks.” 

Then you walked away, not turning back once. 

The next day, you were having lunch with Changmin in the cafeteria. He was talking to a few of his friends while you were with some of your group members for a project later, and as you ate your food, Changmin suddenly turned to you. 

“Hey,” Changmin leaned over his side of the table, slipping your name as he halted in place. He sneaked in close to you and asked, “Did you tell Eric?” 

You sighed. “Why? You didn’t get to see him this morning?” 

“Yeah, because I was with my girlfriend.” He frowned. “Did you let him know though?” 

“I did.” 

“Thank you so much! You’re a lifesaver!” He cried, holding his palms together at you. You moved away from him until he moved back so you could eat peacefully. 

“Why does he keep throwing his responsibilities at me?” You said underneath your breath. Changmin could almost hear you that he leaned back at you. 

“What did you say?” He asked, offended at your sudden complaint. 

“I said, if you got a new phone now, then why don’t you just text him and not make someone like me run around and do your shit?” You spoke clearly, eyes beaming at him though your voice was at your regular level. 

“W-why are you like this?” 

“He’s your teammate and you’re close to him, not me, alright?” You glared at him then turned back to your food that you didn’t feel like finishing anymore. “Just stop.”

“I-I’m sorry, damn.” Changmin sighed away from you then you heard him say, “Why do you act like you like him or something?” 

You packed up your food and walked away from the table. You saw Eric standing there with a few friends by the courtyard. He’s been looking at you as you turned away from him, wanting to hide yourself. 

You tried to avoid Eric for the rest of the day, knowing that he probably heard Changmin’s words. You went to study hall and ran out of class once it was over, ignoring him calling for you. 

It went on for a few days, not talking to Changmin and ignoring Eric that you ended up skipping that class. You weren’t getting credits for it and you didn’t have any work to catch up on anyway. You tried to focus on your school work when you get home, but those two kept hanging in your mind. 

Eric and Changmin had a game that night. As their teammates were warming up on the field, Eric turned to Changmin as he was tying his shoes on the side chairs. 

“Hey, Changmin. Have you heard from (Y/N) these days?” 

Changmin groaned in annoyance. He got up and put his hands on his head when he stressed out all of the things that he had been hiding in him. “I honestly haven’t, and it’s really stressing me out because I’m their best friend!” 

“Do you think they’ll be at the game?” Eric asked, curious since Changmin knew you most. 

Changmin put his hands on Eric’s shoulders, shaking him lightly. “I have no idea, Eric. Everything is literally stressing me out and I don’t know what I should do.” 

“They’ve been ignoring me too.” Eric smiled softly, looking away then he patted Changmin’s back. “Let’s focus on the game for now then. We can figure this out soon.”

Later that night, Changmin called you while you were about to head to bed. You didn’t recognize the number but you answered anyway. 

There he went, crying out for you though the phone.

It’s Changmin!” He paused, wondering if you would say anything but then, he continued. “I just wanted to apologize for all of the things I’ve done to you. I went too far after getting a girlfriend. You probably really really really hate me right now but I’m sorry with all of my heart. You’re my best friend and I should hear you out… If not then I’ll just come over with all of your favorite snacks- but I won’t make you stay up like last time.” 

You almost chuckled at his long apology. “Okay, fine. I forgive you but you don’t need to come over. Just leave the snacks in my locker.” 

“Oh great. I thought I was going to die.” Changmin sighed. You thought he was done when he continued. “Anyway, I think Eric likes you.” 

“What are you saying?” You were astounded. Why was this suddenly about him? 

“He told me that it was best to apologize to you, like a good friend would, and he mentioned that you weren’t coming to study hall anymore… Tell me what’s going on there.”

“N-nothing is going on there.” You blinked nervously. “You should have given me your new phone number because I would have ended this call.” 

“But you didn’t-” 

Changmin looked at the screen of his phone and shook his head with a cheeky smile when he saw that the call had ended. So he was right about you liking Eric. 

The next day, you skipped study hall to avoid Eric again. While sitting in the library by the window, which had the best scenery in the room, you wondered about what you should do about Eric. An apology would sound weird and getting right back into talking would be random too. You sat there, thinking before you heard the entrance door of the library open from behind. 

It was Eric, who was sneaking in until you both met eyes. You quickly gathered your things but before you could run away, he held onto your wrist softly. 

“Why do you keep running away from me?” Eric asked, whispering as if you both didn’t want to get caught skipping class. 

“I-I’m not.” 

Eric smiled. He let your wrist go before he sat down beside you. “So, is this what you do all day?” 

You didn’t understand what he was trying to get at but you just wanted to keep the conversation going because it felt like you left him on read when you started to avoid him. You answered him, “Um, yes?” 

Eric chuckled a snort, then he looked at the scenery with you. “That’s why I didn’t see you at the game last night.” 

“Why? Did our team lose?” 

Eric shook his head and turned to you. “We won, and I wished you were there to see it.” 

Your cheek blushed at the way his words fluttered in your stomach. You couldn’t say anything while he looked at the snack beside your backpack. 

“Those are good.” 

“I-I know. They’re my favorite.” You smiled, fiddling your fingers together. 

“That’s good. Changmin told me to just grab a few snacks from the store for him- well, for you.” 

You recalled the snacks being in your locker as you looked at him. “You mean, those were from you?” 

Eric nodded then he shrugged. “I hope you can see what this means.” His eyes moved slowly from one place to another on the table when he confessed, “It’s been a while, I like you a lot and I hope that you’d stop trying to avoid me.” 

“You do?” 

Eric smiled widely as he nodded. “and if you don’t mind, I really wanna play ball with you, kinda like the other night except that you ran away. If that’s okay with you.” 

“You did not have to bring that up.” You face palmed yourself as you laughed. You glanced at him, watching his eyes bloom at you, then with your racing heart, you took a sigh. “I don’t mind.” 

“And you’ll come watch our games too? And cheer for me? Or Changmin, but more for me?” 

You laughed again, “Yes, I’ll come.”

Eric took your hand, locking your fingers together then he leaned in close to your blushing cheeks, “And go out with me?” 

“Yes.” You said without hesitation. You planted a shy kiss on his cheek then you leaned back on your chair to distract yourself with the scenery. 

Eric’s heart was fluttering as he held onto your hand tighter. He joined you as he rested his head on your shoulder. Now he’s wondering if you both should just skip study hall together just for this. He just knows that you probably wouldn't mind. 

#the boyz #the boyz imagines #the boyz scenarios #tbznetwork #deobiwritersnet #eric #tbz #tbz scenarios #tbz imagines #son youngjae #eric sohn #high school au #fluff #angst

[boop-le-snoot]

PARTY FAVOURS | CHAPTER 5

Rating: Explicit.

‼️TW: Reader is EIGHTEEN! Recreational drug use, smoking and alcohol consumption, deeply internalised self-loathing, very questionable moral standards. Daddy kink taken half-seriously. BDSM themes in later chapters - explicit content will come with it's own TWs. FIRST PERSON POV.

Summary: You're Peter's classmate, a child of rich and famous but uncaring parents. Getting paired up for a lengthy project with the boy was an interesting turn of events and you don't know whether to feel blessed or cursed when you develop, seemingly, a perfectly normal, harmless crush on Tony Stark. Fueled by feelings of inadequacy and boredom, your life spirals out of control - and you're lucky your newfound friends are there to pick up the pieces even if you cannot find it in yourself to believe these amazing human (and not so human) beings voluntarily give you more than a fleeting glance and an offhanded thought. And they brought cake!

A/N: Revenge is sweet but a well-timed dick joke is sweeter. xoxo gossip girl. Please supervise one Bucky Barnes on the internet. Questionable music taste. Detention is the price we pay for justice. Bruce Banner is too precious for this world, too pure.

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"Initiate phase one," I added a growly undertone to my whisper, holding my phone inconspicuously, as if I was making a simple phone call. There was no answer but I didn't expect one: I was testing the voice recorder app that I had downloaded for the sole purpose of documenting and relaying the inevitable fall of one Flash Thompson. 

Making my way through the crowd of students during the busiest time of the day, I made the most intrigued and outraged facial expression I possibly could. Spying my targets, I leaned against a nearby wall, putting a hand over my mouth in fake outrage, keeping my eyes wide and trained on the opposite wall. Just as I had predicted, the two sophomore girls started giving me side-eye by minute two of my staring and finally approached me as I contemplated the wall for whole five minutes.

"I'm sorry, are you okay?" The brunette asked, her blonde friend hanging a step back.

"Yeah, totally," I mumbled. "I'm, like, shook beyond imagination, but nothing, like, bad."

The girls traded a curious look, seemingly coming to some sort of conclusion. The greedy gleam in their eyes had me internally cheering. "What happened?" The blonde one asked, coming closer.

"I'm not sure if I should tell that to anyone," I stammered, watching them bodily move forward. "Well, okay, I can't keep quiet. But you must never, ever speak of it or I'll get expelled or something," I said nervously. They both nodded so rapidly it reminded me of Funko Pop figurines. "You know the senior guy, Flash? Brown hair, kinda hot?" Again, they both nodded, conspicuously grinning. "I think I just saw him in the closed girls bathroom on the third floor with, like, some brunette from Ms. Johnson's History class," They both gasped. Predictable. "But that's not the worst! They were like, y'know," I made an obscene gesture with my hand and they instantly covered their own mouths with their palms in shock. "And the chick was like 'is it in yet?' and he was like 'yah' and I just closed the door and ran, oh my god I hope they didn't hear me," I squealed at the end, playing the part of a mortified teenager.

All three of us giggled uncomfortably for a moment. The blonde girl stared at me suspiciously. "And what were you doing there?"

I faked a nervous stammer, looking around briefly and showing them my lighter for a moment. They both gasped and nodded in recognition. "Don't tell anybody or my mom is going to have kittens," I pleaded. Both of them nodded solemnly, noticing their own group of friends approach. I used the brief moment to get lost in the river of pupils and by the time they turned around to introduce me, I was already at the opposite part of the hallway.

For the time being, everything seemed peaceful. There were a few giggles and side-eyes directed towards Flash Thompson but nothing out of the ordinary. He was disliked by most of the student population even if nobody dared to admit it outright. I took care to walk around without my earbuds for the day and pulled out my phone to record the most interesting conversations around me whenever I caught the tell tale signs of a gossip mill beginning to run its course around the school.

"Oh my god, I heard about this girl that was caught fucking Flash in the girls bathroom and she literally said 'is it in yet', can you imagine the shock, jeez!"

"Some chick literally just rejected Flash because his dick was too small."

"Rebecca from AP chemistry told me someone saw Flash's micropenis. Poor guy!"

"I wonder if his girlfriend dumped him because he can't do shit, I mean, he doesn't look like the type to eat the kitty."

Those were just the highlights of the Friday afternoon. Come the weekend and the news of Flash's unfortunate condition will make the rounds through every single group chat that the school has and by the time Monday rolls around, nobody will have a clue who started the rumour in the first place. I had to carefully select the girls who were to distribute the rumour and I was happy with the outcome: Marissa and Layla with their squad of chatty, bored rich girls were the perfect choice. I thought they would jump at any opportunity to cause drama and I was right.

It was sufficient to say I was bristling with pride as I cut and compiled the audio track from today's school day before sending it to the group chat.

Clint, Peter and Natasha appeared online as soon as the message delivered and I was delighted at their response. Romanoff's kind words, specifically, made me all warm and mushy inside. I didn't resist the feeling, basked in it even as I did a happy dance around my room. Peter's nonsensical string of emojis was another point of laughter for me. 

It wasn't exactly the smartest way to go about killing Thompson's reputation... Alas, simplicity is the way to success when it comes to large crowds of teenagers. That tiny little vindictive part of me was very much looking forward to the weekend and the results of the inevitable distortion of the rumour I had started. Who knew, maybe by Monday Flash Thompson would not only have a micropenis but horns and hooves as well.

Near bedtime, I had all the avengers send me their regards and thumbs up. I answered the flurry of texts as quickly as I could but there was no point in keeping up with ten or so people constantly streaming their questions, opinions and comments. 

I settled on a single easiest response: pulling my dad's old uni sweatshirt over my tiny lacy pajamas to preserve some modesty, I settled in front of my mirror, turning on my Bluetooth speaker to play "Boss Ass Bitch". In true gen-z fashion, I put on my best resting witch face and solemnly lip-synced to the song's eponymous chorus. My eyeliner was sharp enough to cut paper and my prismatic highlighter glittered enigmatically in the cold light of my blue lava lamp.

The response was, once again, delightful and I genuinely belly-laughed at the adults' attempts to meme after Peter. His blushy face emoji started a whole nother conversation that I didn't participate in but watched from the sidelines with glee, snorting every time his friends and mentors gently teased him about the very obvious crush he harboured on me. 

Seeing Peter starting to go absolutely nuts, I interjected with an offer (more like a dare) of a lip sync battle. He jumped on the bandwagon, immediately going offline to undoubtedly film an epic video of what I thought would be dorky-dancing to some hipster song. I was pleasantly surprised when it turned out to be a pre-recorded tik tok video of him and Ned fighting with lightsabers while mouthing the words to Fergalicious that played over the Imperial March.

Weirdos. I still followed him on the app, though, it was pretty funny.

Bucky interjected with a very well executed rendition of "Bring Me to Life": he was wearing his full Winter Soldier get-up, complete with an AK-47, dramatically serenading Steve who looked seventeen shades of done with his partner's antics. Wanda's following twenty second voice message consisted of nothing but pure hysterical laughter, summing up everyone's reaction to the video. Bucky was going to go viral one of these days...

Obviously, I had good competition and nobody else seemed to want to participate so I rearranged my surroundings a little bit and stood up at my full height and swapped the old sweatshirt for a cute crop-top hoodie. My thigh-highs were on display and with my make-up, I looked like a proper internet e-girl. I leaned against the mirror as I mouthed along to the song with my best interpretation of the famous Lucifer smirk, seasoned with a tiny bit of angelic innocence: "Doctor, doctor, give me the news, I got a bad case of loving you..."

Needless to say, I won the competition. Eventually Wanda joined in, looking menacing and ominous with her dark clothes and Natasha's red hair flashing somewhere in the background; even Tony did a round (AC/DC as his soundtrack of course) with one of his Iron Man suits but nothing beat my stunt and the reaction that it caused.

I had accidentally called out Bruce with the choice of my song and his teammates gave both of us a lot of cheeky comments about it. We relented and flirted with each other a bit as the conversation flowed into more mundane discussion; I said my good nights somewhere between Tony's bitching about the hobbies of my generation and my nightly skincare routine. The little green heart that I'd become accustomed to over the past few weeks greeted me just as I was about to lock my phone.

Bruce was really too precious for this world. My crush on him was different than the one on Tony, it mellowed out in comparison. I wanted him to hold me, to stroke my hair, to call me his darling and wrap me up in one of those dorky button-ups that he insisted on wearing in spite of Tony's unwanted, however very valid, fashion advice.

For all that's worth, the scientist probably knew or at least suspected and had the good grace to play along just enough to satisfy my deep need for attention... Without crossing any actual lines. It was frustrating, it was disappointing but I had virtually nothing to complain about. Besides, I didn't want to lose the quirky friendship that we had. Banner was, probably, the least judgemental person I knew and I wasn't about to trade that for an awkwardly stolen kiss.

Monday and Tuesday passed in a flurry of giggling and snorting every time Flash walked by. His girlfriend broke up with him, very publicly, accusing him of cheating and he didn't even deny it - just insulted her and stormed off, leaving even his friends looking lost and clueless. I started dragging Peter and his two pet nerds along with me just about everywhere I went in case Thompson decided to do something stupid again. If judging only by the looks he was throwing our little company, he was on his way to figuring out who began nibbling at his reputation.

The week was coming to an end and the rumour began dying off, slowly. That just didn't sit with me, I wanted the fucker gone. Due to the obvious time constraints, I approached MJ regarding Peter - after a brief argument, we came to an agreement regarding Peter's safety should I need to leave him alone in the hallways or at lunch. 

I needed to do this alone so if I got caught, I won't drag them down with me. Granted, I would probably get something like a suspension and the school will attempt to call my mother (she never picks up) but that's about it. That's where her reputation comes in handy-people consciously avoid dealing with her, she can be that unbearable.

But first, I needed to get a teacher that's on my side. After carefully considering the candidates, I settled on my Social Studies professor - he taught the college-level classes and was overall a very chill, nice dude. And he disliked bullies with a flaming passion. So it didn't take me long to work him into a righteous fury - just a quick chat over a cup of tea in his homeroom and a few pictures of Peter's bruised face, complete with my own pleading puppy eyes. We agreed Mr Davies would "accidentally" leave the teacher's lounge unlocked during third period and I would sneak in. The plan wasn't foolproof but if it worked, not only Flash, but also his whole misogynistic, bigoted family would go down.

As I was leaving, Mr Davies looked up at me with a bright smile: "Give them Hell, alright?" And I suddenly noticed he was, in fact, very attractive. The smile brought out the fine wrinkles around his mouth, the crow's feet around his eyes - he smiled a lot. Silver strands mixed in with the wooden brown of his hair.

I let my eyes slide over him briefly before baring my teeth in return. "I owe you one," I don't know what possessed me to say that. My mouth really had a mind of its own sometimes. The room suddenly became hot.

"Sure," He replied, totally oblivious.

On Friday, I made myself a small nest in the empty classroom opposite the teacher's lounge and sat waiting for the signal from Mr Davies - he'd tap on the door once and I'd quietly go inside the teacher's lounge, retrieve Thompson's file and make my way back to the empty classroom to grab my backpack and carry the file to my locker for further examination. 

The first part went successfully and I managed to snag Thompson's file. It was heavy and hefty, all the evidence of his rowdiness compiled into one flimsy plastic folder. There were A LOT of pink slips and I rejoiced internally: at least there was a paper trail of his exploits. The principal didn't do anything about it which was... If not against the rules then at least frowned upon; the plan was to take copies and anonymously submit them to the school board prompting at least an investigation into the blatant disregard for Flash's immoral and illegal behaviour.

On my way back I stumbled upon the principal herself which got me not only a stern talking to, but a whole detention for skipping class. Whatever, I was too elated from potentially ruining the life of a dumb fuck who ruined my friend's face.

Surprise came in the face of Mr Davies, who, having heard the commotion in the hallway, stepped out of his class and saw me being lectured by the principal. 

"I'll take her for the detention," I heard the familiar voice behind me. The principal nodded solemnly and I had no choice but to sigh in resignation. "Three thirty, be here," He nodded to me, walking back, looking way too smug for his own good. So I wasn't the only one excited about the successful completion of stage two of my nefarious plan. Cue evil laughter.

#tony stark x reader #tony stark x y/n #bruce banner x y/n #bruce banner x reader #stephen strange x reader #Stephen Strange x y/n #bun writes #party favours #author doesn't advocate for small dick jokes but tbh the abusive fucker deserves it

[drazzilder]

A Hellish Encounter

By Drazzilder

Chapter 31: Café

The harsh grip of Jack Frost has hit Japan hard this January. The average temperature for the past two weeks has been 0F. Everyone is Japan is bundled up or staying inside to avoid the dangerously low temperature. Even crime has been low because of the bitter cold which is fine because you still have hero work. You may be half demon but the cold still gets to you but you have a secret weapon; a husband who happens to be a walking heater.

You and Enji both have the day off today and you decide to surprise him by taking him to a café to get some coffee and hot chocolate. Even though you thought you bundled up enough, you still end up shivering when your only about half of the way there. Enji notices this and wraps an arm around you and warms you up as he turns on his flame beard.

“Thank you, Enji. I thought I bundled up enough.”

“It’s fine. I don’t want to you to get a cold. What café are we going to anyway?”

“That’s a surprise!”

“I hope it’s better than that one surprise.”

“I accidentally take us to a child’s theme park once and I never hear the end of it.”

He squeezes you closer. “You know I’m joking, it’s just a café.”

“Just you wait and see.” You say, almost singing the words.

Once you arrive, Enji finally sees the surprise. It’s a cat café. The whole place looks like a cartoon forest with trees and bushes. The floor is painted to look like leaves and grass and there are platforms everywhere for cats. On this day, it seems that there are about 20 cats in the café. Enji looks at you with confusion after you sit down.

“Have you never been to a cat café?”

“No, what is this?”

“It’s a café full of cats, exactly what it sounds like it. It’s for people who can’t have pets to go and enjoy the cats.”

“Isn’t it unsanitary to have cats all over everything?”

“Maybe but I don’t care.”

“As long as your happy…”

Right after Enji said that and sat down, a white cat jumps up on his lap almost immediately. He pulls his hands away, almost looking afraid and unsure of what to do next.

“You can pet her, that’s what you’re supposed to do.”

He places his hand on the cat and gently begins to stroke the cat from head to tail.

“See, not so bad is it.”

“I guess. I never pet a cat before.”

“Really?”

“Never had one as a kid. And I was never interested in getting a pet for the kids. When did you ever play with cats?”

“I used to play with the stray cats I would find when I was on the run. Some were fun others didn’t want to be bothered.”

A waiter comes over and takes your order and a few more cats come to your table. You managed to get one them to come to you as the others head for Enji. You just pet the little calico cat that came to you and let it play with your tail and you flick the tip to give it something to chase. Enji looks confused as he tries to give all the cats attention. One of them tries to reach up to his face and he just backs up a bit.

“It seems like you a popular guy.” You say with a silly smile.

“(Y/N), why are they all coming to me?”

“Cats like warmth, it’s probably because your quirk makes you hot.”

“That makes sense. How do I stop them?”

“Turn it off completely and you should be fine. I need to go to the bathroom, I’ll be back.”

As you leave, Enji gives you a look that just says ‘Help!’ but you just go take care of your business. Once you return, the sight you come back makes you break out into laughter right there. Enji has cats all over him, probably about a dozen. Cats on his shoulders, cats in his lap, one even managed to get on his head. The other cats are around his feet and some are trying to climb the chair to get to him. Enji is frozen completely still, unsure of what to do. You walk over to him and take out your phone. You can’t help yourself and take a few photos of the number 2 hero covered in cats.

“(Y/N), what are you doing!” He says looking at you without moving his head.

“I’m sending this to the family group chat, they wouldn’t believe me if I told them.”

“Get them off me.” He pleads.

“I told you to turn your quirk off and it would be fine.”

“I’m trying…”

“Alright ladies and gents, let’s get off the hero sized cat scratcher.” You say taking cats one by one off Enji. He finally is able to move freely and takes off his glasses to cover his eyes and sigh slightly. He quickly then takes a napkin and sneezes loud enough that the room almost shakes. The napkin catches fire but Enji quickly puts it out. “Sorry.” He says as he wipes his nose and looks back at you after putting his glasses on.

“Sorry, Enji. I didn’t know they would be all over you like that. I was right that it would be fun but I guess it was at your expense.”

Right as Enji is about to speak, his phone dings and he sees the messages from the kids. They range from ‘LOL’ to emojis and GIFs. He just squints in anger at his phone and puts it away.

“At least I now know what the kids will be talking about tonight.”

“Sorry….” You say really meaning it.

“It’s fine. At least they can laugh at me. It wasn’t too long ago they were afraid of me.”

“I’m glad they can do that too. I’m happy that they be open with you.”

The food and drinks arrive and you savor the warmth from your hot chocolate. Enji takes a few sips of his coffee but then looks at the food.

“What is this?”

“It’s a cream puff, isn’t it just adorable?”

“Why does it look like a cat?”

“Just eat it and enjoy it.” You say with a smile as take a bite.

He picks up the feline shaped confection with two fingers and looks at it as he turns it to look at all its sides. He takes a bite and grows a faint smile from the flavor of the sweet pastry. Some powdered sugar sticks to his lips but he quickly takes a napkin to his face.

“Told you it would be good.”

“It really is.”

“I knew you would enjoy this place. It may be cute but they do know how to make good hot chocolate.” You say sipping from the cup again.

“You somehow always find the weirdest places but they end up being good in the end, well except the one.”

“Seriously? We already talked about that kids park once!” You say with a loud sigh.

As time passes, Enji relaxes more and starts enjoying the café. Some more cats do approach him but they must have learned their lesson because they don’t bother him like last time. Soon, it’s time to leave and you both go back into the cold. Enji starts off by holding you close so you don’t get cold this time. You still wanted to walk home, just enjoying the time you spend with Enji. After some time, you look up at him and he looks down at you with a look that you know all too well.

“What’s on your mind, big guy?”

“I want to ask you something, please don’t laugh.”

“Never, what it is?”

“Can…can you make those pastries we had sometimes. I really enjoyed them.”

“I never made cream puffs before but that has never stopped me before. Why the hesitation on asking me?”

“I…I want them to look the same too.” He says almost shamefully.

“Aww, that’s so cute that you want that. Sure, I’ll look up how to make them just like that.” You giggle.

“You said you wouldn’t laugh.” He quickly responds with an angered tone.

“You’re right, sorry. I didn’t mean it. I just think it’s cute that’s all. My big strong husband wanting cat shaped pastries.” You say squeezing his side.

“Can you just not tell the kids. I feel like I’m already going to get my ass kicked at home from that photo you sent.”

“I’ll only make them on special occasions, when we are alone. How does that sound?”

“It sounds perfect. Thank you.”

You tilt your head onto Enji’s shoulder and close your eyes as you bask in his warm. Enji leads you both home as you anticipate the kids’ reactions and laughter when you get home.

Next Chapter

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[osterfieldshollandgirl]

A Photographic Love

This is for @osterfieldnholland and @fancyxholland. This is my second Harry story, let me know what you think!!

           Harry Holland and you have been best friends since you could remember. The way you met each other was through your older brother Harrison who was best friends with Harry's older brother Tom. Haz would always take you to playdates with Tom and make you play with Harry and that is how our bond started growing.  The crush on Harry started two years ago and has been growing stronger every time you spent time together. One special tradition you had with Harry was to meet weekly and have coffee or tea together and just chat about the week.

           One day during the week of Charlotte's birthday, you were at a coffee shop waiting for Harry for your weekly coffee dates. The usual drinks were already on the table as you had already begun working on an assignment on your laptop when you noticed that Harry was fifteen minutes late. After it officially hit an hour, I go to grab my phone to call him when I felt Harry kiss your cheek as a greeting. You smiled up at him as he unpacked his camera equipment and laptop, you noticed he was acting differently as he was completely ignoring you. "Harry, are you okay? You are never late. Did something happen?" I ask worried, he does not answer for a few moments as he puts his face in his hands. I let him be for ten more minutes than ask again gently, "H, are you okay seriously. You are not answering me, and you were late." Harry looks up from his laptop with an annoyed expression and says after a deep sigh, "I am sorry that I was late, I was at a shoot and I thought if I canceled it would be rude so I decided to still come even though I have so much editing to do." I look at him in shock and retort back, "Well if you thought to tell me that you had something to do, we could have rescheduled. I did not make you come today so please do not give me an attitude." He just rolls his eyes in response and excuses himself to go to the restroom.

       I take a deep breath as he walks away from the table and sees a message pop up on his phone from the other side of the table. I could not help myself and peek over to see the name Charlotte Osterfield and a heart emoji in the message and my heart instantly aches thinking maybe something is going on between the two of them. My sister always got the attention and being the youngest and prettier one, it makes sense that Harry would put her first over me even though we are best friends. I then go to Instagram and see that Charlotte had posted a story and open it with my heart beating fast as I see Tom, Harry, Haz, and her all hanging out while doing a birthday shoot for her. Harry's story pops up after with a selfie of him with the group then the next picture is of Charlotte. This made my mood change dramatically and annoyed on how the day is turning out.  I resist the urge to pack and leave him hanging here alone but I think maybe he will be open and tell me himself. He comes back to the table and immediately goes for his phone and see his smiles as he responds to her text, I sigh to myself and put myself more into my work. I hear Harry gently say my name as he must have checked who saw his story and saw my name on the list. I ignore him giving him a taste of his own medicine, Harry then tries to take a hold of your hand but you yank it away while deciding that you have had enough and start packing up your things.

            After putting your laptop charger and notebooks in the bag and as you are about to put your laptop away as you hear Harry asks in disbelief, "Are you seriously leaving because I was late?" I snap my head in his direction and say back bitterly, "No, I am leaving because you choose Charlotte over me today shooting her birthday pictures even though we had this planned. Also, you were not going to tell me that you were with my brother, Tom, and here if I had not seen your text message." He looked at me with distrust and anger, "You read through my messages when I left, how could you invade my privacy like that." I shake my head and laugh sarcastically, " I did not read your phone, I just saw the name and it made me think something was going on between you two then I saw you all get together without me. What hurts most is that I thought you would consider my feelings and include me even if they did not invite me. Everyone chooses her over me and now that you have done it, I can not trust you right now." Harry sits there shocked and in deep thought about what I just said, I continue, "The photos are probably only Harrison and her right? see they are embarrassed to be seen with me and you probably did not even question it."

           Harry then spoke gently, "Well, you are not a person to get pictures taken, and when I asked them should I ask you to come both of them agreed with me." I sat there speechless for a second and I wait for a minute to apologize, however, he does not, and I get to leave without another word to upset to sit there any longer. As I head towards the door, I see Tom and Harrison along with Charlotte heading in the café and all I can see is red and sadness takes over. I put a poker face as I walk past them, I see Tom smile at me as I pass him and smile back at him because he does not have anything to the situation. Harrison then walks towards me and pulls me to the side to hug me, I yank my arm out of the hold and ignore him walking past him making him upset and confused. Charlotte waves but does not look up from her phone as she passes me, I look at where her eyes are trained on Harry. I take a deep breath and walk out the door, but before I could walk out the door a hand catches my wrists. I turn back and see that is Harry, he has a pleading look in his eyes as he says, "Please stay I am sorry that I did not even think to ask you to partake in the photoshoot and make you feel that way. I came because I love spending time together, it is my favorite part of the week." I look back at the table where they are all sitting and look back at Harry, "Then you should have not invited them all here than if this is your favorite part of the week." He shakes his head and says annoyed, "I invited them to hang out with us, so you felt included and now you are mad at me for including you. You are driving me crazy when you make your mind up on what you want to, let me know." Then walks away from me back to the table with a smile on his face as if our little fight did not just happen. I storm out the door and feel his heated stare on my back as I exit the café.

Harry's POV:

        I walk back to the table as I am contemplating what just happened. I sit down in my seat and turn to see an angry Harrison glaring at me. I look at him and ask carefully, "Why are you looking at me like that?" He looks at me confused, "My loving sister just basically ignored me like I was not even there, what did you do to upset her?" I shake my head annoyed and explain, "Well today we were meant to meet around one for our weekly coffee dates and I was an hour late since our shoot lasted longer. I did not tell her that we all did a photoshoot without her and she found out from Char and my Instagram stories. I tried to not make it obvious that we were all together. And then she got more upset that she was left out and immediately knew it was for Char's birthday and claimed that is always the forgotten sibling." After saying Harrison and Charlotte look at each other in guilt knowing exactly what they did was not a nice way to treat their sister. I see them text somebody right away and I hear a ding on both of their phone's seconds later. While I sit there watching them all on their phones examining the text's, I already know it is from Y/n, all three of them are smiling as if they won the lottery.

      I immediately text her "I am sorry for being rude and not including you today. Please let me make it up to you and give you your photo shoot for being an idiot. I would never also put you second after anyone." I hit send and my heart races hoping she will respond. I look back at Harrison who then says with his head down, "There is more isn't there, just spit it out." I clear my throat to get Charlotte's attention and Harrison motions to get on with it. "She says that Charlotte demands all the attention and her needs and wants to get before hers always. She thought that I was late on purpose because I put her second. Which I would never do that to her ever." I see Charlotte's face pale and her expression falters, "That is not true at all. I do not get all the attention. She does not like pictures and that is why she was not included." Harrison adds in defending both sisters in a way, "I can see how she feels because Char does get a lot of attention. But Y/n never asks for anything and when I ask to help, she pushes me away. Maybe I should go home and comfort her." I shake my head suggesting sending Tom because she smiled at Tom before leaving. Tom agreed and went off to comfort her.

     Later that night, Tom came home late, and he entered my room smelling like Y/n meaning they probably cuddled making me feel slightly jealous. He reports that she is feeling better and she was hurt so she lashed out otherwise she is the calmest person. He also included details as Harrison and Charlotte apologized to her and they made up. Now all I am waiting for is for a text back, I open the message to see she had seen it but did not respond to it. I instantly feel the panic rise and call her which goes straight to voice mail. I take a deep breath and decide to edit the pictures so that are ready for tomorrow's birthday party.

Y/N POV:

     After I got home and got myself to calm down, I took a nice bath and pampered myself for the party tomorrow. I had just finished shaving, did my nails this beautiful red color that I know Harry would love. I go to pick up my phone to snap a picture but stop myself knowing he will bring up today's situation. I had just set up my television with Netflix looking for a movie to watch. A soft knock comes from my door and I hear, Y/N/N and know it is Tom. "Come to Tom." He enters and shuts the door behind him, I pat the spot next to me on the bed. He climbs in and opens his arms for me to cuddle him. Tom's and my relationship are like sisters and brothers. Sometimes I go to him for advice instead of Harrison who always somehow finds out anyways. I am guessing Harrison gets it out of him. As I cuddle deep into his chest, I mumble, "I know I was wrong to treat all of you like this today and I am sorry for that. However, I am not sorry for feeling the way I do about my place in my family's priorities." Tom lifts my chin and looks me in the eyes as he says," You are important to me no matter what happens your needs and wants will be fulfilled by me. I will put anyone aside if you need help." I smile and kiss his cheek softly making him blush. "Thank you, you are truly an angel. Can we just watch a movie and cuddle?"

      He nods and holds me closer as he is about to start Love Rosie, a knock comes on the door. Harrison and Charlotte come into the room and sit on the bed as they apologize for not noticing me more and I pull away slightly from Tom to hug them both and before Harrison leaves he shoves a pillow between Tom and I. I laugh and once Haz leaves I move the pillow and snuggle into Tom's warm chest as Tom intervenes our fingers and admires my nail polish. "I love this color; it is pretty against your skin tone." I smile sadly thinking of Harry as we continue to watch our movie. The movie ends and Tom had fallen asleep, shaking him gently waking him causing him to hold me tighter, I blush and lean up against the bed frame. He wakes up and smiles sleepily at me and gets up to go home. I see that Harry texted and I read it, I am happy he apologized but felt too tired to respond so I put my phone on the charger and went to bed.

ALL POV:

      The party was at exactly eight on the dot and everyone was showing up with presents and smiles. The dress Y/n decided to wear was an amazing red dress that fits like a glove that ended around her mid-calf, it matched her nails along with ruby earrings and ring, and black high heels that gave her some height. This outfit was to get Harry's attention and to also make yourself feel like a queen. Even though the whole day Harry kept trying to talk to her, she kept giving him the silent treatment. Harry and Tom had come to help set up the decorations, it was awkward at first because Harry kept trying to talk to you and you tried to ignore him and continue your current activity. He walked away, Tom and Harrison looked at each other worried as you two are usually chatting and laughing away. They walk outside and sit on the lawn chairs chatting up a plan to help you make up.

       The decorations for the party were almost all done, and Y/n needed help putting up the banner. She ventured the whole house and could not find Tom or Harrison, as she was going in the kitchen Harry was sitting on his phone. He looked up at his best friend who was holding a banner in her hands and got up to help her. On the way to the ladder she puts her hand out as to stop him and he stops in his spot but watches her make sure she is safe. He subtly gets closer and holds the ladder for you as you put the banner up. You put it up perfectly and climb down the ladder to see Tom and Harrison watching the scene in front of them with smiles, she looks at them with a weird expression. Harry looks at the boys for help and watches her walk away sadly. Tom and Harrison guide Harry to the table and explain their master plan to get them back together. They all agree on the plan and get up from the table to get ready for the party.

     The boys are all sitting on the couch waiting for the girls to come down, Harry looks down at this watch and says, "The girls better hurry, people should be here soon." Harrison jokes, "Y/n takes less time than Charlotte." They hear a door open and see both girls walking down the stairs, first walked Charlotte. Y/n walked down the stairs after her sister and saw Tom and Harrison smile at her complimenting how beautiful looks. Harry could not take his eyes off Y/n and he started to slightly walk towards her with a card in his hands. She watches him walk over and takes the card from him with a smile on her face and pulled him in for a hug. "I am sorry for acting like that yesterday, if you like her, I should be supportive, not jealous." Y/n apologized, and Harry accepts the apology, "I am sorry as well, but I do not- ", he gets interrupted by Y/n. "You do not have to explain yourself; I understand. I just want us to be happy again." "wait seriously Y/n/n—" he gets cut off by the doorbell as Y/n rushes off to open and greet the first couple guests.

     During the party, Harry had been taking pictures of Charlotte and other people while also looking for Y/n. He looked across the room and saw you leaning against the wall with Tom holding a beer in one hand and his other hand above your head. It looked like you two were a couple and that was part of the plan to act jealous and hurt to see how you feel. The whole night he also secretly took more pictures of you and admired how much of a princess you looked hosting and chatting with people. Tom looked over at Harry and winked signaling the plan in full action. Tom waves Harry over and asks for a picture of the two of them, Tom wraps an arm around her waist as she leans into his shoulders holding his waist as well. Harrison walks up and says mockingly, "You look like such a cute couple, how long have you been together?" while smiling. Tom then leans down to kiss Y/n on her cheek and Harry caught it at the perfect moment smiling at the picture. It is finally his turn, he puts the camera down and acts like he is inspecting the photo and says bitterly, "You two should go out, just like Char and I should, right? If you liked Tom than why did you not say anything" storming out to the almost empty backyard.

Y/N POV:

        Tom and Harrison look at me with sympathy and I stand there confused about what to do. I turn to Tom, "I am sorry, I see you as a big brother. I did not mean to give the wrong idea." I rush after Harry and hear Harrison joke, "My sister just rejected you. Wow, I guess Spiderman is not impressive enough for her." I shake my head and walk to the back yard. When I reach the backyard, I see Harry sitting there on the step with his camera looking through his pictures he took of the party tonight. I do not make a sound and watch quietly seeing that eighty percent of them are of me and not Charlotte. I gasp when I see the one with Tom and me, Tom is smiling down at me, but my eyes are directly looking above the camera at where Harry was standing. Harry turns around and stands up walking towards me, so we are facing each other.  "You took mostly pictures of me, but it is not my birthday." I say softly, he cups my face gently as he says, "I only came to the party to spend time with you. I would do anything to spend time with you. After you got upset, we made a plan to get you to be happy again." I smile taking a moment to admire his desperation for my reaction and admit, "I am in love with you Harry, and if you would forgive me for my attitude towards you. I would love for you and me to be together, would you be my boyfriend?" 

          He moves one to hold my hips and I feel his eyes fill up with love, "I would love to be your boyfriend. I was supposed to ask that, but I can be the one to kiss you first." He leans down and captures my lips in the most passionate and heated kiss I have ever experienced. I wrap my arms his neck slightly pulling on his hair making him moan into my mouth. He kisses me deeper as he pulls me closer and his hands roam my back. We hear a yell coming from the window and suddenly pull away. Harrison protectively says, "I do not want to be the older brother here, but when I said to make her happy, although not that happy." I laugh and pull Harry out of everyone's view making him sit on the lawn chair and move to sit down in another chair next to him. He pulls me into his lap and we sit there for the rest of the night enjoying each other's companies and  of                 course kissing lots.  

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[yijae]

hello!!! i’m chey and before i introduce you all to my boy yijae, i would first like to let it be known that the only form of animal crossing i have ever played is pocket camp </3 but i watch the hell out of island tours on yt so i was so excited to see this rp in the tags! you can find yijae’s profile here and his plots here and.... a mess under the cut but i’ll call it an intro

first of all:  no, his name is not actually yijae. it’s a play on his name because another romanization of the surname lee is yi, so it’s his surname + the second syllable of his given name. might refer to him as this in threads, might not, but it’s his main nickname that his friends prob use with him! he likes it a lot.

the youngest of three. was really young when he lost his parents, doesn’t have any solid memories of them so he kind of views his siblings as half-siblings, half-parents.

endured a lot of people telling him that he was lucky to have siblings to look after him and needed to behave well, show appreciation, not give them a hard time. most people who said that meant well, but it bothered him a lot bc that’s like telling a kid they can’t get upset Ever because they’re lucky someone is raising them.

anyway it resulted in him being an ass-kisser as a kid, didn’t want to give anyone (esp his siblings) a reason to view him as a nuisance / pest

developed really, really good people skills bc he was constantly looking for ways to make himself useful / valuable in some way, felt like he had to prove his worth. genuinely very social, likes people a lot so it’s whatever, really. he probably would’ve ended up developing good people skills regardless

he does have a rly bad temper tho...... beware

also has anxiety and a lot of his symptoms are the lesser understood ones (w/ the main one being irritability/anger), so mix that with his naturally short temper and he do b causing scenes and hurting feelings sometimes

literally always seen carrying some kind of bottle w/ water in it because once he starts getting overwhelmed, he starts getting Hot and it’s just.... handy to have water at his disposal whenever he needs it yk

most of the time, he’s pretty well-put together and very very smiley!!! considered the face of able siblings’ clothing shop bc he greets each and every customer with a smile. always available to answer questions, give recommendations, relay messages to his siblings or just chat! not really all that skilled when it comes to sewing or any other skills directly related to clothes (which is partially why customer service is his main duty) but if u’re in a rush, he’ll try really hard

pretty much the only thing that can make him lose his cool w/ customers is if you come in and start talkin shit about any of the items

values the store a lot, but also kind of feels like he carries more than his fair share of the weight. definitely not true LMAO but that belief makes him get annoyed w/ his siblings sometimes

if you ever come into the store at the wrong moment and find him throwing a fit / fighting with his sibling, no you didn’t <3

keeps a sketchbook full of clothing ideas. ofc he’ll never make any of ‘em because he’s not quite that crafty, but he shares them with his siblings / with other store employees to see if they’re up to the challenge. collects lots of different fashion magazines to keep up with trends or just to look at bc he thinks fashion’s neat

if he’s not @ the store, he’s probably riding his bike around either one of the islands. enjoys bike rides a ton, likes to feel the wind in his hair and nonchalantly see what’s going on outside of the shop (aka he’s nosy)

fun, but also kind of flaky??? like he’s the guy who will Definitely go to that party with you on short notice but will also call out of plans you made with him 6 months ago

sometimes he goes mia for a couple days, always has some really dumb explanation like “i was hunting for crabs and i lost track of time” or “i was attending a 4-day clown seminar” or “i was camping with my boy, bigfoot” but really he’s just been laying in his bed and trying to re-energize. it b that way sometimes

speaking of crabs... he likes them a lot! thinks they’re groovy lil’ things. ticket into his heart? crab-hunting with him!!!! he doesn’t disturb them too much, he just likes to dig them out of the sand and look at them for a minute, then let them go. he thinks they’re super funny-looking so sometimes he just... laughs his ass off as they scuttle away. some people who have witnessed this have nicknamed him The Crab Bully, but he doesn’t have any bad intentions. it’s just entertaining for him

wears glasses most of the time bc his sight is terrible. could wear contacts, yeah, but he has chronically dry eyes and artificial tears only go So Far! aka it’s more comfy to wear glasses even if they make his face look even rounder than it already is

has a slight lisp. very very slight. mainly when he has to pronounce s/th or l/r... skz stans you know what i’m talking about

fucks with his hair a lot. kind of a comfort thing, kind of a fashion thing. it’s dark blue atm, but it changes pretty frequently. he does it himself, too, so you already know his hair is fried to HELLLLLL

really social, but also might ghost you for three weeks and then resume the convo as if he never left. knows he looks like the pleading emoji (god knows he’s been told enough times) so he uses his cuteness to his advantage when he knows he’s been actin like a dirtbag. also might send funny animal vids to ease his way back into ur life

when i say he’s really social, i mean he’s really social. will talk to anyone and everyone. make eye contact with him for half a second On Accident and oh, no, here he goes. very interested in other people, wants to know everything you’re willing to share. depending on the person, this can either be really comforting or really overwhelming. u think u want him to shut up but then he shuts up and it’s like damn..... why isn’t yijae talking. that’s weird

idk... i feel like i’m leaving out some really important info but this is all i’ve got for now. feel free to ask me if there’s anything else you wanna know about him!

#would you believe me if i told you that this short compared to my usual intros

[remingt0nleith]

thorns | remington leith

try & find the hidden palaye royale song title in the fic! & additional A/N at the end. 

A/N: hi wow long time no write :( SORRY! I have ideas and I try to write then my brain just doesn’t want to put the ideas on the word document. + y’know having depression doesn’t help things bleh... BUT I did write a full something finally (yay bare minimum author things!) This was requested! gonna keep trying to turn out requests & work on dark cherries also my birthday is on thursday and i’m turning 24 (wow im getting old help) & also the bastards comes out the day after so yay! lets chat about it when its out ok?

Request: Where Remington cheats on the reader and she finds out, but he does everything he can to get her back? 

Thorns - A Remington Leith one-shot. || 1.9K words || under cut.

The catalyst for a ruined night came in a round of shots. Emerson poured the amber liquid into hot pink shot glasses that the boys had picked up days prior. Remington wasted no time in downing his, barely flinching at the bitter taste that now coated his tongue. 

“Slow down there, cowboy” 

Sebastian laughed before throwing his own shot back, placing a hand on Remington’s cheetah print covered shoulder.

“We can’t have our lead singer fucked up out of his mind, can we?” 

The eldest brother chided playfully as he took the bottle from Emerson and poured more shots.

As the brothers drank and talked anxiously about their first show of a new tour, Remington’s phone buzzed in his back pocket, taking it out he suppressed an eye-roll at the message filling his screen;

My Love <3: HEY BABY JUST WANT TO WISH U LUCK TONIGHT YOU’LL KILL IT. LOVE U. 

He wasn’t sure what had gotten into him lately, usually, he’d be thrilled at the love and adoration his girlfriend of three years was showing him. She was always cheering him on, listening to his music, and supporting his band in every way she could. Although she was unable to come to most shows due to a fast-paced work schedule she always made a point to let the band of brothers know they had her support. That should’ve been enough to keep Remington happy but recently he had become cold towards his girlfriend and as he put his phone away without responding all thoughts of her disappeared as well. 

Remington headed backstage after the show still high from the performance. The adrenaline from the encouraging crowd and kick-ass concert his band delivered had Remington feeling happier than he had in months. Once in the dressing room, the boys quickly changed out of their sweaty stage attire into more relaxed outfits, and like clockwork, shots were once again being handed out.

Once everyone had a decent buzz going the boys and their crew headed out to a nearby nightclub to celebrate the success of the show. Remington realized halfway to the club that he had forgotten his phone in the dressing room, a fact that didn’t phase him, in fact he was happy to be rid of the constant ringing. 

Once inside the packed club, Remington waved goodbye to his brothers and made his way to the bar.  His buzz had diminished slightly in the car ride and that was a no go for Remington so he ordered a drink, which quickly became two, then three before he headed to the dance floor. 

Packed in a sea of bodies the singer danced to the music, enjoying the happiness that came from the night’s events as well as the alcohol in his system. When a manicured hand grabbed him and pulled him close, he didn’t object, instead, he wrapped his arms around the dark-haired beauty. 

The pair danced together to the techno music blaring overhead, strobe lights illuminating their faces, hands roaming freely over each other’s bodies before the woman leaned in and planted a sloppy kiss to Remington’s lips. 

If there was a moment of panic, a spark of recognition somewhere in the sober part of his mind, Remington ignored it. Instead, he deepened the kiss with the gorgeous stranger, when the pair eventually pulled away from the kiss, they headed to the bar for more drinks. 

When Sebastian came to let Remington know it was time to head to the hotel, the frontman wasted no time in asking this new girl if she’d like to go with him. Much to the dismay of the older (and wiser) brother, she said yes and everyone piled into the van and were chauffeured back to the hotel to continue the party. 

Morning light filtered through the window a sign of a new day, but as Remington opened his eyes the gravity of last night hit him. He was alone in his hotel bed, the white sheets crumpled and covered in streaks of makeup (his or hers, he wasn’t sure). Flashbacks of last night filled his mind and all at once he realized the hickeys on his body were from a stranger, the realization filled him with shame and dread. 

He found his phone which had been placed on his nightstand by one of his brothers or their touring manager (who always cleaned up after the boys’ wild nights) and on it were several unread texts and calls which came in at varying points of the evening. 

[9:13 pm] My Love <3: It should be time for u boys to be on stage! I’ll be stalking twitter for updates and vids love u 

[12:02 am] My Love <3: Watched a ton of vids that are already being posted! Get back to me when u get this my love so proud of u xx 

[3:56 am] My Love <3: Guess your phone died or your out celebrating a great night. Call me when you see this or wake up. I love you. 

[10:20 am] 5 missed calls

[10:27 am] *attached photo* REMINGTON.... FUCK YOU.

The photo on his phone screen displayed the girl from last night under the covers as a passed out Remington slept beside her. The caption didn’t say anything besides a winking emoji and she tagged him and his band’s account. 

Instantly, he was dialing his girlfriend’s number, hands shaking as he paced around the spacious hotel room desperately waiting for an answer.

“Hello?” 

Rose answered, soft voice hoarse from hours of crying. 

“Fuck, I’m so sorry..” 

Remington started to explain, words tumbling out of his mouth faster than he could form them.

“Save it” 

Rose snapped before continuing her voice harder and more assured now than it was just moments ago. 

“I never thought you’d do this even as the band started to gain an audience, I told myself that I had nothing to worry about. All the pretty girls and boys didn’t matter because what we had was strong but it sucks being proven wrong huh?” 

Remington’s sudden surge of tears prevented him from speaking as the pain in his chest grew with each word. The saddest part of it all was that she was right and that ripped him up inside. 

“Rose I-” 

he whispered, voice barely audible even to himself. 

Instead of an answer he was left hearing the sound of the call disconnecting. 

The tour passed by in a daze for Remington and while his brothers desperately wanted him to be more present, they understood. He’d get on stage and sing, forgetting about the pain in his heart for that hour or so, as soon as the curtain closed the ache in his chest was back, a cruel reminder to the life-changing mistake he’d made.

Rose had cut off all contact with her now ex-boyfriend instead choosing to go through Emerson to inform him she was moving out of their shared apartment in LA. 

Each night in his hotel bed, memories of the past three years filtered through his brain until he exhaustingly cried himself to sleep. 

Remington used Emerson’s phone to send a series of texts to Rose to apologize, to accept full responsibility but the only reply he received was instructions to give Emerson his phone back and to leave her alone.

Just as quickly as the tour started it was now coming to a close a few months later. The boys were back in LA for a sold-out show in typical Los Angeles fashion. Remington never stopped trying to get ahold of Rose -- he sent flowers to her new address, letters where he begged for her back, apologizing and pleading for her forgiveness yet he was never awarded a reply. He didn’t blame her at all but that didn’t mean the pain hurt any less, he’d do anything for a second chance. 

Shots of vodka were taken, cheers and high fives were given and the boys hit the stage.  Remington gazed out into the crowd, a see of silhouettes behind bright stage lights.  After a few songs, Remington sat down at the end of the stage, dark boots quietly thumping against the side. 

“Y’know fans like to think we’re perfect” 

he stated which earned a chorus of “I love you’s” as well as cheers from the crowd. 

He smiled before continuing, 

“As much as I love to hear it, it’s not true and sometimes we royally fuck up. I fucked up and these past few months have been hell so I wrote this song.”

The crowd applauded as they watched their favorite singer head to the piano, the spotlight shining on him as he sat down. 

“This song is called Thorns,” 

Remington began to play a hauntingly slow ballad about losing the love of your life and how apart of you is lost as well. 

The pain in my heart is defeating me

Cracking me open for all to see

I’m numb to life, deep inside

Needing you to realize, you’re the better part of me

An illusion of love is what I fear

Taking each step is now unclear

A rose garden in my dreams,

You leaving now in front of me

Take my heart it’s filled with thorns

A rose trapped inside a perfect storm

Throw me to the wolves I’m on my knees

Begging for my rose to please believe

I made a mistake that I can see

Yet this pain without you is deafening

My heart of thorns cuts me deep 

Paralyzing me and making me weak

Please my rose I beg you, have sympathy.

The rose garden in my dreams,

But you’re leaving right now in front of me

Take my heart it’s filled with thorns

A rose trapped inside a perfect storm

Throw me to the wolves I’m on my knees

Begging my rose to please believe 

I love you Rose it’s all I know, I’m sorry for all my sorrow

By the time the song ended, Remington had tears blurring his vision. He was so wrapped up in playing the song he didn’t realize he had started to cry but to the audience that just made it so much more beautiful. 

After the show, Remington hurried off the stage in order to collect his emotions but in the dressing room sat Rose. Her blonde hair was curled and she wore a red dress and in a true movie moment a dozen roses sat in her lap. 

“Rem that song…” 

she started but before she could finish, Remington ran over and threw his arms around her, hugging her to make sure she wasn’t just a figment of his imagination.

“I’m so sorry”

he whispered once she hugged back. 

“The flowers were from Seb” 

Rose mumbled, green eyes flicking down to them after their hug. Sebastian must have ordered them because he knew what Remington was planning. That was his older brother alright, always playing the papa bear role. 

The singer’s mind was racing a mile a minute, he had a million questions but all he could do was apologize. 

Rose shushed him with a chaste kiss before speaking,

“By no means have I forgiven you completely. That song however beautiful doesn’t make everything go away but I’m willing to work on us”

Remington nodded, happy she was here and willing to give their relationship another shot.

“I’m willing to do whatever it takes,” 

he whispered, wrapping her in another hug.

They knew it would be a long road to get back to where they were before but Remington was happy he had his Rose back in his life. 

xx

A/N: omg that song was not that good I came up with it on my own though and I’m not a lyricist lol hope u enjoyed xx 

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[mathieuberinut]

Discord Text Thread || Trav & Mat

Discord text thread featuring: Mat & @travhq

When: 2nd February 2021

Mentions: @pixiedarrow @aaronhart93

Description: Mat’s jealous after Trav calls Pixie cute in the group chat and they argue.

Trigger Warnings: references to smut, crude language, jealousy

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

are you going to the party?

Mathieu

what party?

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

the valentines day thing...at your other boyfriend's club?

Mathieu

I can’t believe you’re still going on about that

I’m not the one calling Aaron cute in the group chat *unamused emoji*

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

did i call him cute?

Mathieu

not him

someone else though

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

you jealous?

Mathieu

me? Jealous?

no

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

i thought the whole point of the secret relationship was making sure people didn't find out?

Mathieu

okay so I guess I should start flirting as well right?

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

i mean, everyone knows i'm a flirt.

you want me to start being the guy that talks about his secret boyfriend all the time?

Mathieu

fine.

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

babe, you need to relax

you gonna ignore me now? for your imaginary hot girl? *frowning emoji*

Mathieu

read

you’re a rude boyfriend

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

how rude?

Mathieu

the rudest *unamused emoji*

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

I know. I better make it up to you.

Mathieu

oh no

you’re not getting sex after that

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

wtf

Mathieu

I’ll take care of myself *relaxed emoji*

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

*frowning emoji*

Mathieu

ttyl baby *blowing a kiss emoji*

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

hey!

maybe i told a girl she was cute but you're imaginarily fucking another girl!

maybe you're the rude boyfriend, hmm?

Mathieu

she’s IMAGINARY

you called a real girl cute

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

she's in bed with my man.

Mathieu

I’m busy now

and hard

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

you're so mean to me.

but fine. get off without me

i know it won't be as good as me inside of your tight little booty hole.(edited)

Mathieu

it’s okay, I have something for that as well

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

fine.

Mathieu

I’ll send you a nice photo at the end

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

it better be real nice because now i'm upset.

Mathieu

if you manage to get to my place in 10 minutes I might let you watch

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

excuse me?

since when do you think you're in charge?

Mathieu

*unamused emoji*

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

that's what i thought.

Mathieu

I’m still getting off without you.

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

you think so?

Mathieu

I know so actually.

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

okay.

two can play that.

Mathieu

oh yeah?

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

Yeah.

Mathieu

fine.

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

i just splunked in my shower.

Mathieu

you did what? *face with raised eyebrow*

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

splunked? tossed it? whacked it? freed the bird?

i jizzed in my shower babe.

Mathieu

you disgust me sometimes

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

yeah.

but you still want me to come over and eat you out.

Mathieu

I’ll find someone else to do that.

might text Aaron

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

...

you're joking right?

Mathieu

I’m sure he would love to help me out

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

fine.

Mathieu

really?

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

I'm busy, call your daddy.

Mathieu

fine.

as my very first boyfriend you’re not doing a very good job of it

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

wtf

you're the one that wants to get off without me.

Mathieu

1. You started it by flirting with someone 2. You did the same you fucking asshole

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

Well how am I supposed to know I can't flirt with people?

I thought this was some big secret?

Mathieu

not telling anyone about us and flirting are two very different things

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

you don't think people will notice if i quit flirting cold turkey?

Mathieu

fine then. Enjoy it

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

okay, okay. stop that.

stop trying to dump me.

Mathieu

I’m not trying to dump you.

you’re the one being stupid

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

i was joking around. it's not like i'd ever do anything.

'sides, you seemed pretty serious about calling aaron.

Mathieu

I wasn’t actually going to call him

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

I don't want anyone else.

Just you, even though you're incredibly uptight.

Mathieu

and you’re incredibly relaxed about everything to the point of irritation

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

That's why we're gonna be so great together.

Mathieu

because you’re going to kill me before Im even 30?

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

Because you kinda love me. Even though I drive you crazy.

Mathieu

I must be crazy

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

You make me crazy. You're my favorite person. The cutest too.

Mathieu

so we’re good?

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

Of course. I'll swing by in a bit with food.

Mathieu

you're the best

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

you're my favorite.

Mathieu

*heart emoji*

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

so uh...

you a flowers to say sorry type guy?

Mathieu

you got me flowers? *pleading emoji*

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

yeah. is it stupid?

Mathieu

no it's not

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

i just...i really want this. i want us to work.

Mathieu

me too

which is why you don't need to get me flowers

although i appreciate it very much

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

not a flowers gay. got it.

Mathieu

what no

i like getting flowers

i just don't want you to think you have to get me flowers

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

well i got them anyways. because i /am/ sorry. and i want to give you things even though you're already rich af

Mathieu

i'm sorry too

for saying that i'm going to call aaron

that was mean

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

it doesn't matter. i just have to get used to it. i mean, i'm already sharing you with the whole world.

Mathieu

you're not sharing me with him though

i promise we haven't hooked up since before I even told you into guys

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

no, but...

i have to stop being so jealous

Mathieu

would it help if i told you you're the only one who gets to share my bed now?

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

i mean i already know that, but yeah. it helps.

Mathieu

good

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

i'll make it up to you.

Mathieu

being jealous?

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

Yeah and kinda rude.

Mathieu

it's ok, i wasn't much better

i guess i'll have to make it up to you too

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

you were perfect, sh

Mathieu

i really wasn't *laughing emoji*

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

maybe not. but still.

Mathieu

let's just agree we were both assoles

assholes even

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

but ur ass is so cute

Mathieu

tbf i never said it isn't

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛.

no you didn't. but i like talking about it anyways

Mathieu

*smirk emoji*

#discord #text #c: trav

[crazyrandomfucker]

Adrien Augreste: UwU

I’ve enjoyed writting this one also, ut I have to apologise because Adrien is not exactly the main character in this one. I hope you still enjoy it. ___________________ It was already past midnight, Adrienne was sitting calmly in her rooftop reading some comics while Adrien just mumbled about how unfair it was that he couldn't go to patrol that night per request from the bugs. Then, without expecting it, a crimson blob dashed through some near rooftops, followed by a scarlet blob that seemed to be scolding the crimson one. Without thinking twice, Adrien called for the bug superheroes, who actually heard him, stopped and headed tho the manor's rooftop.

"Is there any problem?" asked Lordbug as he landed without making any sound. "Oh no, don't worry, I just was trying to say hello, that's all" said Adrien. "Hello then" said Ladybug landing next to her brother, without making a single sound as well. "Isn't it rather late for you two to be awake? Aren't you two models? If I recall correctly from all the billboards with your faces we have to evade you're the Agrestes, right?" asked Lordbug. "You're spots on Lordbug, but I think the night still young for us" said Adrienne winking to Lordbug. "That's true, besides, it's not like they have school tomorrow. It's saturday and summer" agreed Ladybug. "Just spare them this time ok?" "Well thank you Ladybug, you're definetly my fav bug now" said Adrienne. "Hey, wouldn't your brand new boyfriend worry if he accidentally heard that you're still awake?" replied Lordbug. "That's a dick move brother" scolded Ladybug. "Well, perhaps he should come and make me go to sleep!" replied Adrienne flustered. "Tell him to also give me a goodnight kiss!" added the girl, causing a small reaction in Lordbug's face. "Pffft, geez sis, keep calm. He's only worrying about us" commented Adrien while laughing. "Oh yeah? Ladybug, could you two stay here for a bit? There's something I want to show you" said the girl with a mischievous grin, rushing to the lower floor. "I wonder what can she possibly up to" said Adrien.

In less than three minutes, Adrienne was already back there with a huge book and locked the door to the rooftop behind her. She shot a Chesire grin to Adrien and opened the book, revealing to the heroes baby pictures of Adrien, eating a banana without peeling it, dressed as a pirate, trying to climb someone's bed and so. Adrien felt utterly mortified and tried to hide himself behind at table, dying out of pure embarrassement.

"How could you sister..." said Adrien curling into a ball out of pure shame. "Think of it as a payback for pressuring Marin too much. Even if I liked the outcome, it's not something nice what you did" scolded Adrienne. "If it makes you feel any good, Mari is now giving away her best pieces of cloth as an apology to Marin" said Ladybug. "That's unfair! it was my idea, she just accepted to help me a bit" protested Adrien, triggering a subtle reaction on Ladybug's expression. "And that's why everyone ended up spying on such a private moment? And if you're so willing to take the blame for her, I'm pretty sure you won't have a problem to repay Mari for every piece she has to give up on and also share more of this embarrassing pictures" said Adrienne shaking the album over her head. "Please, anything but that! No more embarrasing photos!" pleaded Adrien. "I think those were really cute" said Lordbug holding his laugh. "Don't you think so sis?" said mischievously the superhero. "Wha- Ummm... Y-Yes. He was really cute- I mean- the photos were really adorable!" said nervously the superheroine. "I think you're spending too much time with Mari Ladybug" said Adrienne laughing heartily, which only made the hero blush. "Hey, that's true, you usually go to the Dupain-Cheng household. Is it like Chat and Kitty that come here because we remember them so much of their civilian life?" "Well, we already were friends with them and it's fun to hang with them as you know. But we mainly go there to spend some time with civilians. It's sometimes exhausting to be a hero and a teenager, so we just hang around a bit when we can" confessed Lordbug. "Is that so? I guess that superhero business is more of a responsability for you two. You could also come here if you want, our rooms are pretty big and we have lots of stuff to entertrain ourselves" said eagerly Adrien. "I apreciate your offer Adrien, perhaps we'll hang around sometimes. It's nice to talk to you two" said Ladybug diligently. "Do you want to come inside now? We had already prepared a Disney marathon for tonight and there's space and popcorn for two more" offered Adrienne. "We should get back to our patr-" tried to say Lordbug. "I think we can afford a few films brother, there's no akumas and it's a quiet night" said Ladybug and hold off a silent conversation with her brother, clearly winning the discussion. "So yes, we accept".

The heroes followed the models inside and made themselves comfortables in Adrienne's bed. They ended up spending the night ther, watching Mulan, Hercules, the Beauty and the Beast (which sort of resembled of Ladybug and Chat Noir to everyone), the Little Mermaid and more actual Disney films like Moana (which ,ade everyone picture Chat as Maui), Frozen (that one made Ladybug see Olaf as Chat when he's goofying around) and Ralph Breaks The Internet. By the end of the last film, Ladybug and Adrien were already asleep and Ladybug was resting her head in Adrien's chest while the boy was half hugging the heroine with a face like the UwU emoji. Adrienne took her phone but couldn't take any photos because of the darkness, but Lordbug used a night-mode camera function and took a handful of pictures, sending them to Adrienne's phone and to Marin's too.

"Thank you or your help, he's so much going to love this photo" whispered the girl with a big smile. "Marin is never going to let him forget thought. And I won't let my sister forget either" whispered the hero. "Huh? What do you mean?" asked Adrienne whispering. "You see, my sister likes him, not for his looks or fame, but for his kindness" explained Lordbug. "And why doesn't she confess?" whispered Adrienne a bit outraged, but keeping her volume down. "He's never going to notice the girl under the mask. He'll only be in love with Ladybug and I want him to love me for being myself, not a stupid mask" whispered Lordbug, impersonating his sister as good as he could. "Ugh, as much as I'd like to deny it, I think she's right. My brother is too oblivious to notice anyone and he's too much in love with her that he's just putting her in a pedestal" confessed Adrienne. "I know" agreed Lordbug. "Do you think we should awake them? They are too cute like that" asked Adrienne. "I know, but we do have to leave. I guess I'll just carry her without waking her" said Lordbug in an exhausted tone. "Well, thanks for everything. Have this as a thank you as well" said the girl, sending the hero a picture of everyone while they were watchin the films. "I'ts been my pleasure. Now do to sleep or I'l tell your boyfriend? teased Lordbug, before taking Ladybug in his back and disappearing in the night.

Adrienne smiled and went to his borther bed, as hers was occupied by her doofus brother. As she laid down on the bed, her phon vibrated and illuminated. She hesitantly took it and saw a picture of Marin sleeping like a baby (with his mouth all open) from an unknown number, followed by the message: 'Two can play this game Adrienne. Love, Ladybug.' That made the girl's heart skip a few beats as she burned inti her memory the cuteness of her boyfriend sleeping, almost wishing to be there with him to caress that beautiful face of his.

#miraculous ladybug #adrien augreste #miraculous fanfic #miraculous au #Twins!Au

[wwounu]

“So like, I almost got poked in the eye with a mascara brush, I broke the microphone stand while doing the collab stage and that same night I almost got into a different car… I apologised! But that was embarrassing…”

Joshua sighs, blanking out as he thinks back to the story, and takes a long consumption of wine to drown the memory, expressing a bitter face.

“Ah,” Wonwoo scowls, waving his hand at Joshua, taking a long drink too, “Come back to me when you spend the day dealing with kids all day long and have to handle a bigger kid when you get home.” He moves his arms to a semi-drunk Mingyu.

You giggle at the sight, joining in with the conversation while Soonyoung sits next to you, telling one of his absurd stories as he snuggles next to your arm.

Drowning the voices, you stare at the banner hung from the entrance of the kitchen which Soonyoung’s roommates made with love, the words ‘We love you Soonyoung!’ written and at the bottom a crossed out ’You traitor’ written by Seungkwan. From there, your eyes switched to staring at the sorts of party items, like balloons, cups stacked like a house (Chan’s doing), an untouched piñata that Soonyoung bought for himself as a goodbye gift, all of the Sailor Moon related items as gifts from his friends, a tiny tiger from his ‘Budget Cut Mystic Messenger’ gang and the mountain of shoes near the entrance left by the messy boys.

It was the night before Soonyoung left. Time was more cruel than you thought, everything flew quickly. But within that time, you spend most of your days practically living with the twelve boys who would stay over at Soonyoung’s dorm without any pre-warning: some coming in with their pyjamas to almost no closthes, brushing their teeth, even screaming early in the morning to ask where the milk was. Everyday was… Well, eventful.

You were the one to suggest the goodbye party a few days prior. You told Soonyoung last, so that he wouldn’t have to be the one stressing about all the plans and that his friends would do everything for him. His friends, on the other hand, did a pretty good job themselves — even if they were a pain in the ass.

(Aka, the clueless man Choi Seungcheol and the evil genius Lee Chan when buying party necessities by themselves)

It was that part of the night where Soonyoung would be given his goodbye messages from his friends. All of them stood up one by one, walking toward Soonyoung in the centre of the room, who was ready to intake the emotional and stupid goodbyes they had to say to him.

All of them ended with the artist in ugly tears. Some of the boys laughed, all of them pulled them into a hug, a few cried with him. Seokmin and Junhui (you blamed the alcohol) cried the most; Jihoon “laughed” the most; Jeonghan was the one who made unnecessary sounds (‘Wow’ ‘Ooh’ ‘No homo’ ‘Hold your horses’ ‘He’s still annoying’). Soonyoung was so overwhelmed with tears, that by the time he heard a millisecond of Jihoon’s speech — who was the last one to say his message — he was already tearing up.

“I… I dunno what to say. I hate you, Kwon. We’ve known each other for so long and you’re leaving me here? C’mon, man, I know you can do better than that. I know I haven’t been the best friend you’ve wanted me to be, but you still keep up with my behaviour anyway. Um— Shit, why am I tearing up,” Jihoon sniffles, “I guess this is goodbye. You know, I don’t think I’ve said this personally, but I’m going to miss you. You’re— You’re my best friend. I hate you for leaving. I… Fuck, am I crying? Keep it together ‘Hoon! Fuck—“

Jihoon looks away to start crying silently, and Soonyoung wails out the shorter’s name while bringing him into a hug, same with the rest of them, until they’re tightly holding onto each other and fall on the floor at how tipsy they were, bursting into laughs. You took this as a perfect opportunity to take a couple of photos on Soonyoung’s phone, sending them to his groupchat shortly after.

“Hey guys.” You call out, wiping a forming tear from your eye. “I’ll take a picture of you all, now get up from your asses and smile!” The boys cheer at your comment, patting another’s backs before huddling into a group photo, Soonyoung in the centre with red cheeks.

After you take a couple of photos, and the rest of the group get into weirder positions (you blame the alcohol, again), Minghao offers you to join in and take a timed photo, pulling the ‘Soonyoung’s girlfriend has to be included or we’ll all look like assholes’ card.

When group picture time is over, everyone goes back to chatting wildly about all sorts of stories — which led to a big discussion about their girlfriends, and Jihoon not relating to anything they say at all. It was funny watching Jihoon roll his eyes so far, he looked like that emoji.

“I need some fresh air.” Soonyoung quietly announces, standing up and walking to the balcony by himself. This was the perfect chance to talk to him.

Giving a minute or three, and giving company to the lonely Jihoon as Chan busily blabs on about his lovely darling, you stand up and follow where Soonyoung went.

“Can I join?” You ask silently as the chilly breeze hits your skin.

Soonyoung turns around, shocked, but his face automatically smiles at the sight of you. “Yeah.” He replies. “Of course you can.”

His hand is held out for you to hold it, and when you do, you gradually close into a hug, heads touching. The two of you naturally swayed side to side in silence, listening to the wind.

“I don’t want you to leave.” You choke out in a mumble. “I sound so selfish but… Don’t leave me. Please.”

Hot tears filled your vision and pressed onto Soonyoung’s cheeks, carrying the pain to the male who did everything to not see you cry. All the memories played in your head, from the times you’d laugh so hard it hurt to the times you brought comfort and support to one another.

Soonyoung flutters his eyes on your cheeks, shielding the tears from dripping any further — It didn’t help, because you found out that he was crying as much as you were too.

“Come with me — I wish you could come with me…”

Again, you hold his face in your hands and mush his cheeks to stop his tears. You were both a mess. “Look at the mess we’ve made.” You fail a laugh, staring at Soonyoung’s red cheeks and nose, running with tears and all gross things. “Pretty baby, don’t cry.”

“You,” Soonyoung hiccups, “Can’t say,” He hiccups again, “Much.”

“One to two months okay? I’ll wait for you. And even if you get in I’ll still wait for you. I’ll never stop.” You promise the male by sealing a kiss, whispering a tiny ‘I love you’ at the end.

Crying for a few more minutes together, and scolding each other as a joke, you stare at the view from the balcony and watch the city lights and cars drive pass by. Your head leans on Soonyoung’s shoulder, hoping time would stay like this forever: Just you and him.

“Wouldn’t life be better like this?”

“Definitely.”

“How sad.”

“How cruel.” You scoff bitterly, pressing a kiss on Soonyoung’s cheek.

“Let’s go in. The longer we stay out here we’ll get sick because how much we’re crying.”

“Ah, let me get sick. I want to get sick with you. My eyes sting, my throat hurts, but I don’t care I’m with you.”

The male pouts cutely, trying to plead you. “Y/N… The guys will tell me off.”

“Okay,” You give in, smiling while wiping Soonyoung’s semi-wet eyes, “We can go in.” You hold his hands and walk to where the noise was at.

Hand in hand, you give Soonyoung one last smile and kiss before you, the teary couple, walk in the boys all gathered, holding a home make cake handwritten with ‘Good luck bro!’ as a surprise for the leaving male.

— What they didn’t expect was the situation where you two were crying.

Awkward.

And after the burning silence and slight glances to each other, Wonwoo — With a lollipop hanging from his mouth and party hat on his head — chokes out the following, painfully and awkwardly smiling:

“Did we just ruin the mood?”

OPPOSITES ATTRACT PART FIFTEEN — Artist!Soonyoung x Writer!Reader

DAMMIT WONWOO | NEW POLL !!!

one • two • three • four • five • six • seven • eight • nine • ten • eleven • twelve • thirteen • fourteen • fifteen • sixteen

masterlist

#soonyoung #kwon soonyoung #seventeen soonyoung #soonyoung au #soonyoung texts #soonyoung imagines #hoshi #seventeen #seventeen texts #seventeen imagines #seventeen opposites attract au #kpop #kpop texts #kpop imagines #artist!soonyoung

[give-it-agreste]

The Cat’s Out of the Bag

For @bullysquadess because she posted THIS

Read on AO3 or under the cut (because spoilers)

anyways,,let me know what you think!

“Excellent, now take Ladybug’s Miraculous while we wait for Chat Noir,” Hawkmoth commanded. The large gorilla, appropriately named Gorizilla, held Adrien Agreste in his right hand and Ladybug in his left. With both in his hands, he couldn’t follow Hawkmoth’s order.

“I’m so sorry, Ladybug,” Adrien stammered, still in the grips of his akumatized bodyguard.

“Don’t worry, let me try to maneuver this,” Ladybug said, trying to move the helicopter control that came with her lucky charm she’d managed to conjure before Gorizilla grabbed her.

She managed to maneuver the toy helicopter into his nose, and then hit him in the face with it a few times. He screamed, dropping Ladybug. This gave her the opportunity to grab onto the thumb around Adrien. She swung off the building and into an office a few floors below and out of an open window on the opposite side. Back on the roof, she ran through Gorizilla’s legs.

“Let go of Adrien right now!” She yelled, gripping her yo-yo tight to let Adrien free. “Now! Drop, Adrien! Quick!”

He looked off the building, hesitating.

“You have to trust me,” Ladybug insisted.

“Always,” Adrien whispered to himself before leaping off of Gorizilla’s palm—and the entire building.

Ladybug jumped off the building after Adrien but was once again in the grip of Gorizilla.

“If you don’t transform soon you might wind up like a gooey pile of Camembert!” Plagg chortled.

“Not in the open like this! I’m sure Ladybug has a plan, I trust her.” There was a group of self-proclaimed “fans” of Adrien’s waiting at the bottom. They were about to witness heroics or the worst moment of their lives.

“If indeed you are Chat Noir, then transform, Son. Please,” Hawkmoth begged his son, although he could not hear him. “C’mon, Son.”

“Chat Noir, help!” Ladybug screamed.

Adrien trusted Ladybug completely…but he was getting worried. He was about 200 feet from hitting the pavement very, very hard.

“Plagg, I—"

“Drop Ladybug!” Hawkmoth pleaded with his akuma. But it was too late.

Adrien had already transformed. He had transformed in front of a very confused group of people, only to be followed by a very befuddled Ladybug.

“Shit.” Chat Noir said, looking at the group of people who’d just seen him change from Adrien Agreste into Chat Noir.

“Where’s Adrien?” She looked directly at Chat Noir, not breaking eye contact.

“He’s safe.”

It wouldn’t be until after defeating the akuma that Marinette would get a chance to look at her phone and realize that Chat Noir hadn’t saved Adrien by catching him and hiding him before she got down. Chat Noir had saved Adrien because he was Adrien. It was all over the internet—every news site, social media, everywhere. With a very blurry picture of a half-transformed Adrien.

“Marinette, I can’t believe it. Adrien—The Adrien Agreste in our class is Chat Noir. We’re still waiting at the pool, by the way. So, get out of your pajamas, get down here, and we can swim and talk about this!”

“I can’t…I think I’m getting sick, so no swimming for me!” Marinette laughed very, very weakly.

“Ok, well I’ll come by later with some of my mom’s soup.”

“Thank you, Alya.”

“Bye, girl!” Ending the call, Marinette fell directly onto her bed.

“Tikki, what are we going to do?”

“I think you should talk to Adrien, as Ladybug. And then Master Fu, for sure.” Marinette nodded, rubbed her eyes and pushed herself out of her bed.

“Tikki, spots on!” She jumped out her window and headed directly for the Agreste Mansion.

Adrien had turned off his phone due to the influx of messages, tags and mentions he’d been getting. There was no use in keeping it on and seeing everything everyone was saying about him and the situation.

“I told you to trust me.” Ladybug fumed.

“I—I do. I’ll always trust you, Ladybug. I was just so scared for my life. I was a hundred feet from splatting right onto the ground.”

“You obviously don’t trust me! If you’d waited three seconds, I’d have been able to get you without you transforming! That was very stupid, Adrien! In front of a group of people with their phones out, already recording you!” Adrien quickly wiped the tears from his eyes.

“You don’t think I know I messed up? How stupid it was? Yeah, I do. But in that moment, my life was flashing before my eyes and I realized how much I didn’t want those people to see me die. I was so incredibly stupid, I know. But you don’t know what you would’ve done in that situation!”

“Yes, I do! I would have trusted you! We’re partners! That’s what partners do. They trust each other!”  

“Adrien…can I speak with you?” After witnessing his only son transform confirming his suspicions, Gabriel Agreste lost his chill. His lair and office were a mess—which he’d immediately ordered Nathalie to clean up. He took a few deep breaths and headed up to his son’s room.

“I’m busy.” Adrien said, gesturing to Ladybug.

“Oh…Um, hello Ladybug.” She sent a quick wave, which was all that she could muster after loosing all her energy yelling at Adrien. “A word, Adrien?” He said, gently pulling his son to the other side of the room.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were Chat Noir?”

“I couldn’t.”

“But you could transform in front of the entirety of Paris? How irresponsible. Give me the miraculous.”

“Father, I—”

Before Adrien could finish his sentence, a man in a turtle suit came through his window. Gabriel instinctively jumped in front of Adrien.

“Hello, Chat Noir. Nice to see you again, Ladybug.”

“Who’s this?” Adrien asked Ladybug.

“He’s the guardian who gave us our miraculous. He is—was the only one to know your identity.” Confirming another one of Gabriel’s suspicions, he mentally noted that the guardian was in front of him and knew Ladybug’s identity.

“Excuse me, Mr. Agreste. I need to talk to your son.” Gabriel moved back to his side but looked like he wasn’t going to budge.

“Adrien, I understand that your actions were in no way malicious, but the black cat miraculous isn’t safe with you anymore. Hawkmoth—along with the rest of Paris now knows your identity. I will have to take it back and find a new Chat Noir. I’m deeply sorry.” Adrien slowly nodded his head.

“Can I at least say goodbye to Plagg, first?” Master Fu nodded.

“Plagg, I’m so sorry.” Adrien cried.

“It’s okay, Adrien,” Plagg reassured him, “you were the first chosen to always be able to get camembert when I wanted it. I’ll never forget you…”

“Thank you for giving me some of the best times of my life, Plagg. I’ll miss you annoying me.”

“I’ll miss annoying you.” Plagg laughed before flying over to Marinette.

“Please take care of him. School won’t be easy for him, Marinette. He’s going to need you.” He whispered before flying back over to Fu, Gabriel, and Adrien.

Everyone watched Adrien slowly reach for the ring.

“Wait!” Gabriel shouted.

“Yes?” Fu said.

“W-Why does he have to? Hawkmoth can’t get through the defenses I’ve installed into this house. And how do we know you aren’t another one of Hawkmoth’s goons?” Gabriel scoffed.

“Do you trust me, Adrien?” Adrien nodded, “he isn’t.”

“Adrien can stay here except when theirs akuma attacks.”

“But what about school? Going out? He’d be confined here once again—except for akuma attacks…where he’d be directly targeted because Hawkmoth knows who is, endangering everyone that knows him.” Ladybug said.

“I don’t mind homeschooling him again. I say what’s best for my son.”

“And I say what’s best for the miraculouses, which is taking it back. Adrien understands that.”

Gabriel balled his fists.

“Of course, sir.”

Once again, a miraculous was just out of his reach. He watched as his son took of the ring and put it in the box it came in. He watched the man take the miraculous and leave. And he couldn’t do anything about it without outing himself as Hawkmoth to Ladybug, ex-Chat Noir, and the Guardian.

“I’ll be going, then. This conversation isn’t over, Adrien.” Gabriel left, leaving just Ladybug and Adrien.

“I’m so sorry about that. That must’ve been hard.” “Yeah.” Adrien murmured.

“You’ll always be my kitty, Adrien. No one can replace you. I really wish I could tell you who I am…but I can’t.”

“You can trust me, Ladybug, but you don’t have to tell me. I know how much keeping our identities a secret means to you, and I betrayed your trust when I transformed. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay, Adrien. I just want you to know that I’ll keep an eye on you. Don’t worry. I know how having a kwami is like having a built in best friend, so if you need anyone to talk to I’m here for you. Everything you’ve done for Paris while being Chat Noir hasn’t gone unnoticed, and if people forget about you, I’ll make them remember. You stood up to a man that continually comes after us. You were the second-best part of being Ladybug to me.”

“Second?” Adrien laughed.

“The first is saving people.”

“It was for me, too.”

“I’ll help you face people, if you need it.” Adrien grabbed his phone off the desk and turned it on.

“That would be great, I don’t think I could do it alone.”

After giving his phone a few minutes to load all the messages that were sent when it was off, Ladybug picked it up.

“From Chloe: Adrien, how could you not tell me you were Chat Noir? I feel so betrayed. Let’s just say “I’m sorry, Chloe. I couldn’t tell anyone.”

“Sounds good,” Adrien sighed.

“From Alya: This is probably very insensitive at a time like this, but could I interview you for the Ladyblog?” She looked towards Adrien for an answer.  

“Should I?”

“Well, you aren’t the active Chat Noir and everyone already knows who you are so I don’t see why not.”

“Tell her that I will.” Ladybug nodded.

“We aren’t reading any of the comments. I expect most won’t be negative, but I don’t want to risk you getting negative thoughts into your mind.”

“Oh, here’s one from Nino: dude what the hell.” They both laughed.

“Just send the shrug emoji.”

“There’s some news articles. The Local, The Sun in the U.K., and wow—even the New York Times in America.”

“Wow, looks like Adrien Agreste is more famous than he was two hours ago.” Adrien laughed.

“I think we should make a YouTube video and then share it on your social medias.” He nodded in agreement.

“Hey, everyone. It’s Ladybug. As you may have seen, Chat Noir’s identity was revealed. Please respect Adrien and his privacy. Adrien has done a lot for everyone in Paris, so please do this for us. Due to the circumstances, Adrien is no longer Chat Noir. I hope everyone can understand.” Ladybug handed the phone to Adrien.

“I want to thank you for giving me the oppurrtunity to make something of myself. Although my days of being Chat Noir are over, I will always cherish the time spent along side Ladybug. She’s amazing, and I wish the next Chat Noir—whoever it may be—good luck. As Ladybug said, I would like my privacy to be respected. I will be doing an interview with the Ladyblog that should answer any questions you may have. Thank you for understanding.”

“A pun, really?”

“I had to.”

#adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #chat noir #ladybug #onesided reveal #hawkmoth #gabriel agreste #master fu #maybe some angst? #gorizilla #alternate version of gorizilla

[iamvegorott]

New Form Chapter 1

A friend has been begging for an Anti story, welp, looks like I’m giving it a go. 

Summary: Jack's just eating breakfast when everyone tells him about some horrible things he did last night. Everything begins to go insane when a glitchy-demon decides to take over and live his life. 

Take Over

Jack was sitting in his room, eating breakfast while watching a YouTube video of his friend Felix. He chuckled at one point and took another bite of his bagel when his phone buzzed. Jack clapped off the crumbs from his hands before checking his phone, brows raising as he read the text message from Signe.

Jack, are you okay?

Jack was going to respond when he got another text.

You really scared me last night.

Last night? What happened last night? Jack had stayed at home and went to bed early for once in his life. Jack had started texting when his Skype started beeping. It was Mark.

“Give me a second I’m-”

“Dude, what the actual fuck were you on last night!?” Mark snapped, scaring Jack a little.

“Um...sleep?” Jack pressed ‘send’ on his phone.

“Seriously, Jack, you were acting like a major dick.” Jack saw that Bob was calling as well.

“You need to apologize to Wade,” Bob said the moment his face popped up on Jack’s screen.

“What?” Jack tilted his head, completely lost.

“What you did was totally uncalled for.” Bob continued.

“Do you really not remember?” Mark asked when he saw the genuine confusion on Jack’s face. “I had a sound recording of it, give me a sec’.” Mark started clicking and Jack’s phone buzzed again.

We need to talk about what you did. I’ll be over soon.

“I sent it to the chat,” Mark said. Jack clicked on the audio link and felt his heart drop as he listened.

“Would you just shut the fuck up!? Seriously, man, you’re so Goddamn annoying! How the fuck does anyone put up with your ass!?”

Jack was stunned. That was him, that was his voice, but he couldn’t remember saying that or think of a reason that would make him snap at Wade like that unless it was faked for a joke and even then it wouldn’t sound so harsh.

“There’s more than that, but I think you get the point,” Mark stated.

“I don’t remember...how could I…” Jack rubbed his head. How could he be so cruel? To Wade? Wade was his friend. Jack’s throat closed up a little when he saw that Wade was now calling. “Wade, I’m so sorry for what I said last night, I don’t know what came over me and I would never mean it, I-”

“I don’t care about that, what I care about is what you said to Signe during her live stream.” Wade sent a video to the chat. Jack swallowed thickly before clicking ‘play’, fearing the worst.

He saw the Signe was drawing, her face in the corner of the screen and the chat on the other side. She looked happy, she was having fun and was talking about the drawing she was doing when her phone started ringing.

“Oh, it’s Jack.” Signe said with a large smile while the chat exploded with heart emojis and ‘aw’s. “I’ll put him on speaker.” Signe giggled and pressed a button on her phone. “Hey, Jack.”

“Hey, bitch.” Jack’s voice said in a teasing tone over the phone.

“Jack?” Signe blinked in shock. That was not how they usually greeted each other over the phone, joking or not. “Jack, I’m live-streaming and-”

“Tell those little fucks I say ‘hi’.” Jack laughed.

“You’re on speaker,” Signe said through gritted teeth.

“Sweet! Let me tell them how much I love your little round ass.”

“Sean!”

“What!? It’s a nice ass!” Signe didn’t respond and only hung up the phone before ending the stream, obviously very upset.

“I didn’t do that!” Jack protested when the clip finished.

“Were you drunk last night?” Wade asked.

“No! I told you, I went to bed early, I didn’t yell at Wade and I wasn’t inappropriate on Signe’s stream!” Jack leaned back and covered his face with his hands, trying to make sense of this. “Great, now what!?” He snapped when his phone buzzed again, seeing that it was a message from Robin.

Alright, the weird glitchy stuff was funny the first few times, now it’s just getting weird.

“Glitchy stuff? What glitchy stuff?” Jack asked out loud as he typed his response.

“I think you might need to take a break, Jack,” Mark said.

“A break? What are you talking about? I’m fine.” Jack was really starting to get annoyed. If this was a prank that everyone was trying to pull on him, now would be a great time to stop.

“Dude, clearly something is getting to your head if you’re not remembering anything. Stress might be getting to ya.” Bob said.

“This is probably the most relaxed I’ve been all year. I’m not overly-stressed.” Jack started to rub at his temple. What was going on? A knock on the door made Jack flinch a little in shock. “That’s probably Singe. I promise I’m fine. I’ll call you guys later.” Jack said before ending the Skype call and getting up, heading for his front door.

“Jack? Are you home?” Signe called out. Jack saw that she was standing in the doorway, not fully entering until he said she could. It took everything in his being not to just hug her and sweep her off her feet. She was not happy with him and doing something like that was probably not the best at the moment.

“Hey…” Jack scratched the back of his head as Signe walked into his home, anger clear on her face.

“I’m taking all of your alcohol,” Signe stated, passing by Jack.

“Wait, why?” Jack asked, following Signe.

“I don’t want last night to happen again.”

“I wasn’t drunk.”

“Like hell, you weren’t!” Signe faced Jack when she yelled, her anger pulling at Jack’s heart. “You don’t act like that, you must have been drunk and if you weren’t…” Signe just shook her head and continued on.

“Signe, please.” Jack jumped in front of his girlfriend and held out his hands. “I swear I wasn’t drunk last night.”

“Then is that the real you, Sean?” Signe crossed her arms. “What you said last night wasn’t even that bad, you could have said so much worse, but it was still terrible. That was not the Jack I know, that’s not the Jack I love, if that is who Jack is clean and sober, then I don’t want to be with him.”

“That wasn’t me.” Jack felt his throat close up as Signe’s eyes began to water up.

“Then who was it? Did someone take your phone and have the ability to sound just like you?” Signe took several steps away from Jack.

“I don’t know. But I do know that I would never say something like that.” Jack cupped his hands on Signe’s cheeks and felt his heart shatter when Signe pushed them away.

“I’m not so sure at the moment.” Signe started to walk away. “I thought I needed to talk to you, but I think I need some time to myself.”

“Don’t go.” Jack pleaded. Signe didn’t say anything and kept walking. “Signe, Signe, please,” Jack begged while following Signe to the front door, stopping when she left, never looking back at him. “Signe…” He didn’t go any further, there was nothing he could do right now. What could he say? Clearly, he did something wrong but had no memory of it. Maybe he did need a break.

Jack returned to his desk and pushed his bagel aside, no longer hungry. Jack remembered that Robin said something was glitchy with his recordings, maybe he should check those out and see if he could fix them. After several clicks, he found his newest recording. Jack pulled up Tumblr while he was waiting for the long video to load, hoping to see something funny or supportive...why did he think that was a good idea? It was post after post of Jack being crude on Signe’s live stream. People questioning if he was fake or if he was a genuine person and every single post made Jack feel worse and worse.

He let out a harsh curse and decided that he needed to say something about this, he couldn’t let this ride out on its own or it’d only get worse. Jack sent out a quick tweet and started a live video on YouTube. He watched as people joined the chat, all asking questions about last night or why he was suddenly streaming.

“Hey guys, this, as you can obviously tell, is not a normal stream.” Jack read a few comments in the chat. “Yeah, last night was...something. Listen, that wasn’t me. There is no way that could have been me, I’m not that kind of-Jesus!” Jack flailed in shock when he suddenly heard himself talking loudly through his screen. “Sorry, sorry. I had a video loading and forgot about it.” Jack pulled the video back up on his screen, it unseen by his viewers. “Let me just…the fuck?” The video was glitching out, he could see himself twitching madly. “I guess my footage has been getting corrupted or something.” Jack raised a brow when he saw that his chat was freaking out. “Look out? Look out for what?” Jack turned around and just saw his room. “There’s nothing there...no, I’m not pranking you guys...a knife...” Jack checked his camera and saw something behind him...he saw him. He stopped moving when there was suddenly something on his throat and over his eyes. He felt a cold object slide across his throat before everything went black.

“Did it work?” The man who now stood over Jack’s body asked, looking at his hands. “Can you hear me?” He said into the camera, watching the chat and seeing that he could indeed be heard. “Great.” The man flashed a sharp-toothed smile. “Call me Anti and I won’t be seeing you, in the next video.” Anti laughed before going off screen.

#jacksepticeye #antisepticeye #markiplier #darkiplier #youtube #fanfiction

[fuck-you-i-am-spiderman]

A day in the (theme) park - Power Rangers Fanfic

Based on my headcanons post

Read it on Ao3

Thank you to @rwbyfreak for helping me beta and to @giantallergyball for being so supportive and helpful during my writing process, it really helped to have a friend that is so lovely and willing to help me with my weird writing needs! <3

Group Chat names are as follows:

Hot Stuff: Zack

Boss Man: Jason

tinyballofrage: Trini

Little Boy Blue: Billy

Princess KimBIrly: Kim

Two weeks after their battle with Rita and the team's energy was drooping. Jason can tell his team needs a break, the final straw was when all of them even Billy refused to go into the kitchen to retrieve their donuts. After another wasted training session, he decides to put a plan into action - for a much-needed break. When he explains his idea to Billy, the two set about compiling a list of ideas for activities they could all do and then came the task of rallying the others. He pulls up the group chat, rolling his eyes when he sees that Zack has once again changed the group name.

      Zack Taylor  has changed the name to  Zack's Bitches....and Billy ;-)

Boss Man: Dude! Stop changing the name.

Hot Stuff: It wasn't even me man.

            Princess KimBIrly changed the name to  LIES AND SCANDAL 

Trini: [evillaughter.gif]

Hot Stuff: U guys R mean

Little Boy Blue: What did I do? :(

Hot Stuff: Billy ur my only true friend

Little boy blue: :D

Princess KimBIrly: Trini <3

                         Hot Stuff changed Trini's name to tinyballofrage

Tinyballofrage: FUCK YOU ZACK!

Hot Stuff: *kiss emoji*

                     Tinyballofrage changed Hot Stuff's name to Dead Man

Dead Man: Not cool bro.

Tinyballofrage: stfu

Boss Man: Guys come on, every time! *annoyed emoji*

Tinyballofrage: blame Zack he started it.

Dead Man: dUDE.

Dead Man: Kim pls kiss ur gf

Dead Man: So she'll stop being mean 2 me.

Princess KimBIrly: You're an idiot.

Dead Man: Help a bro out Kimmy. *sad emoji*

Boss Man: Alright listen up, training is cancelled for tomorrow.

Tinyballofrage: Why??

Dead Man: who cares. PARTAY!! [confetti.gif]

Little boy blue: Should I tell them Jason? :)

Dead Man: Tell us what bro?

Dead Man: Tell me

Dead Man:  J

Dead Man: A

Dead Man: S

Dead Man: O

Dead Man: N

                  Dead Man has changed Boss Man's name to Abs of Steel

                          Dead Man changed his name to BabyGotZack

Tinyballofrage: U R AN IDIOT.

BabyGotZack: LUV U 2 Crazy Gurllll <3

Princess KimBIrly: Jace please just tell us b4 Trini murders Zack.

Abs of Steel: We're going to the theme park tomorrow

Little boy blue: I made us all maps and my mom made us sandwiches to take :D

BabyGotZack: Jasonnnnnn *heart eyes emoji* ma dude

BabyGotZack: U R MY HERO

Princess KimBIrly: Should be fun. wbu babe? <3

Tinyballofrage: Kim, I am sitting right next to you.

Princess KimBIrly: So?

Tinyballofrage: Yes, dork.

BabyGotZack: Trimberly4lyf<3 #relationshipgoals

Tinyballofrage: don't make me hit u

Little boy blue: Please don't fight again :(

Abs of Steel: OK. We r leaving @ 9am sharp.

Princess KimBIrly: Why that early?

Little boy blue: The park opens at 10am and if we want to get to all of the rides then we should leave at 9. the journey takes 40 minutes from outside the school without factoring in traffic or pee breaks.

Princess KimBIrly: K. Thx billy

                                    Little boy blue changed the name to  

                         Yay Ranger Trips *clapping emoji* *grinning emoji*

 Jason and Billy are the first to arrive. Billy sits in the passenger seat of his Mom's van whilst Jason drives. Jason patiently listens as Billy recites their itinerary and they pull into the school parking lot. 

He unlocks his phone to check the time, sighing when he sees several messages (mostly from Zack.) He decides to open Kim's message first.

  Kimberly [received at 8:35am]:

On our way. We're bringing donuts, won't be long x

  He sends a thumbs up back before moving onto the spam of messages he has from Zack.

  Pain in the ass [received at 8:22am]:

Yo wot time did u say 2 meet

Pain in the ass [received at 8:24am]:

Nvrmind I got it.

Pain in the ass [received at 8:25am]:

wait.

Pain in the ass [received at 8:25am]:

wot do I wear

Pain in the ass [received at 8:37am]:

why u ignorin me

Pain in the ass [received at 8:42am]:

I expect donuts

Pain in the ass [received at 8:47am]:

Eyyyy I just saw Trimberly K-I-S-S-I-N-G 

Pain in the ass [received at 8:53am]:

Trini hit me. *crying emoji*

  Jason can't help but smile at the image, pocketing his phone as he waits. Billy quietly rambles, going over the plan and showing Jason his blue colour coded map.

  "My dad used to make maps like this." He happily chimes, shaking the map in emphasis.

  Jason smiles softly, content in his friend's happiness. "Your maps are great Billy."

  "I made sure to include food places. See on Zack's map I circled the hot dog stand and- and on Kimberly's map I highlighted a cafe that sells pizza, I noticed that Kimberly really likes pizza. Though she often steals from Trini who acts mad but I don't think she minds."

  Jason nods along, noting how Billy perks up when he sees the others approaching. They can both see Trini and Zack shoving one another as they walk, Kim close by Trini's other side rolling her eyes at the pair and their antics. Jason gets out of the van to take the box of half-eaten donuts in Kim's hand and the sound of squabbling fills his ears.

  "You're such a fucking moron." Trini snaps, shoving Zack slightly harder.

  "Don't be such a sourpuss." he teases, ruffling her hair as she practically snarls in response. 

  Zack grins pulling a face at Trini as she grumbles. He goes to follow her but Jason's hand on his shoulder instantly stops him.

  "It's early, give it a rest eh Zack." Jason cautions, hoping that he didn't sound too strict and instantly relaxing when Zack only rolls his eyes before smirking.

  "Aye Aye Captain." He raises his hand in a mock salute winking at the red ranger before moving around the car to say hello to Billy.

  Jason coughs quickly getting in the car so that Kim can't see his deep pink blush - she would never stop teasing him. He convinces himself she didn't notice though the giggling between the two girls tells him otherwise.

  "Hi guys." Billy waves at the other three, clapping his hands excitedly as they get in the car.

  There's a bit of huffing as Trini and Zack start to trade insults back and forth, resulting in Trini almost thumping Zack. Kim decides to play peacemaker and sits between them as they clamber into the back seats.

  Zack already has his phone out, using the camera as a mirror as he starts to fix his hair. 

  "It still looks a mess." Trini sneers.

  Zack scoffs, clutching his hand in mock offence. "Excuse you, I am a queen." 

  She sniggers shaking her head at his dramatics before nudging Kim and turning her attention back to her girlfriend. Kim smiles at her letting their fingers brush against the other as Trini's other hand untangles her earphones. They each have one and the music is already blasting before the car has even set off. 

  Jason starts the drive, it's peaceful for a few moments - all of them content in their own little worlds; that is until Zack starts on his snapchat shenanigans and suddenly the van is filled with his loud voice as he poses for the camera.

  "For all my fans out there, it's your boy Zack recording live from this lame ass van." At Billy's little offended noise, he quickly adds a "No offence Billy."

  "He's such an ass." Trini mutters as Kim hums her agreement. Which is a bad move because Zack then turns his attention to her.

  "You gotta take selfies with me Kimmy." He cajoles.

  "I'm busy Zack." She answers with a sigh but then he starts in with the pleading and she knows she's going to crack.

  "Come on, pleeease. You know pink and black are the best colours. Plus, we are both looking hella fine today," he bumps her shoulder, waving the phone in her face and finally she relents with a small smile. 

  "Did you just say hella?" Kim laughs as he grins in victory.

  "You're damn right I did. Now smile Princess." 

  Kim feels her heart warm at the familiar nickname, it's one that both Trini and Zack deemed appropriate and they insist on calling it her at any given opportunity.

  "We look so good! Yo Crazy Girl you need to get in a picture with us."

  Trini glances at them for all for a second before she's snatching the other earphone from Kim and resting her head against the window, eyes closed completely missing the matching pouts that Zack and now Kim sport.

  "W O W. Rude." 

                                                              ....

  "Again?! We've already stopped twice." Jason complains as he pulls in at a gas station. The car hasn't even stopped before Trini is darting out with Kim hot on her heels.

  "Get me snacks!" Zack hollers to Kim's fleeting form.

  When he only receives her flipping him off he huffs, removing his seatbelt and swiftly exiting the car. 

  "Zack get back in the car!" Jason calls after him in exasperation. To which Zack ignores him as per usual. 

  Jason rests his head against the steering wheel, already losing patience. It's Billy's voice that pulls him out of his funk.

  "We've driven exactly 16 miles, which means that we should arrive at around 10 past. We have 17 more miles to go." Billy explains.

  "Yeah I got that Billy." Jason doesn't mean to sound so short with him but he's tired and the others are taking their damn sweet time so he's cranky. He doesn't even look at Billy, eyes closed as he thumps his head against the wheel - he instantly regrets it when his head hurts, his hand moving to rub circles over his sore temple.

  "If we keep to the speed limit then-"

  Jason cuts him off with a tired wave of his hand. "Not now Billy."

  It's quiet for a while but then Billy is speaking and this time his words make Jason lift his head, looking at his friend in shock as Billy continues.

  "I know you wanted to get there fast and stopping is annoying but shouldn't we just focus on spending time together. Everyone is having fun, even Trini is smiling. You've been saying that we needed a break and I like that we can all relax."

  Billy shuffles the papers again, looking back at Jason with a small smile which he instantly returns. Glad that Billy was there to remind him of what's important.

  "You're right Billy." He hesitantly moves his hand to rest on Billy's forearm waiting for the little nod before actually touching him. "We're cool."

  Suddenly the back door is opening, Kim slides in first and then Trini. She speaks first with a simple. "Billy is cool." 

  "But you, not so much." Kim adds directing a teasing smile Jason's way just as Zack struggles to open the door, armed with enough candy to feed an entire football team.

  "Should we help him?" Billy offers.

  He receives three unanimous no’s in response.

  After almost dropping several packets of cookies Zack finally manages to open the door, clumsily dropping most of the treats into Kim's lap as he clicks his seatbelt into place. 

  "Got you something J Man." Zack flings a packet of red Twizzlers at Jason's head, smiling when Jason turns at the last minute and with lightning speed precision catches the packet with two fingers.

  "Thanks man." The two share a small smile before Jason addresses all of them. "Alright, let's go and have a great day!"

  When he starts the van again it's full of chatter, Trini's headphones now rest around her neck and Jason catches her watching Zack and Kim sing with a fond smile. Billy drums his hands against the dashboard in time to their song with a content smile on his face. Kim's voice is so beautifully in key whereas Zack's is a mess of loud and over-enthusiastically trying to reach all the higher notes.

  Trini hums along as Kim and Zack start getting more into the song, singing the lyrics and pointing to one another.

  "I'm too hot," Kim starts.

  "Hot damn." Zack echoes.

  "Called a police and a fireman,"

  "I'm too hot, hot damn." They both sing looking at one another with matching grins.

  The rest of the journey is the two performing each new song with as many self-assured smiles and over the top gestures but it keeps them all entertained and by the time they reach the theme park gates all of them are singing along to a Disney medley that Zack insisted they sing because "come on, you're Princess Kimberly for fuck's sake."

                                                             ....

  It would have been okay - all they had to do was find a parking spot which was simple in theory but when five people all start talking over one another it suddenly becomes the most complicated problem in history.

  "Dude there was a spot right there." Zack complains.

  "Jason, there are two spots in front of you and you also missed the three empty spots to our right." Billy points out.

  "I can see that Billy." Jason retorts, trying his best to ignore them as he moves towards one of the empty spots only to get cut off by a silver sports car swerving in before he can get there.

  "MOTHERFU-" he trails off, shaking his head as he moves towards a different spot.

  "Could you drive any slower?!" Kim groans as Jason ever so slowly starts to back into the spot.

  "Moooove it!" Zack drawls the word out. It takes him a second to realise how it sounds, it's when he catches Trini's eye that he starts to cackle. The two of them sniggering and making obnoxious cow noises as Kim bites her lip to stop her own laughter from bubbling out.

  "Really funny guys." Jason huffs as their laughter gets louder. "You want to shut up so I can concentrate?!"

  "Oh, now he wants to concentrate." Trini mutters just loud enough for the other two to hear her.

  "Yeah let him concentrate, it must be so hard to park the damn car." Kim snaps.

  "If you think you can do a better job then maybe you should drive Kim." Jason fires back, shooting her a glare through the mirror.

  Kim raises her eyebrow in challenge, moving her fingers to release her seatbelt.

  "Kimberly, you shouldn't take your seatbelt off until we've stopped." Billy reminds her, a hint of concern edged in his tone.

  "She's not taking it off Billy." Trini insists, giving Kim a disapproving stare.

  Jason resists the urge to respond with a snarky comment and after more manoeuvring (whilst he ignores Zack and Kim's moaning) he finally brings the car to a halt, parking it almost perfectly - apart from one of the back tyres sticking out.

  "Finally!" 

  They all clamber out of the car, Zack and Kim still bitching about Jason's driving skills. Jason coughs loudly shooting them both a glare before responding.

  "I got us here, didn't I? If it wasn't for Trini's weak bladder we would have gotten here earlier."

  "Way to throw me under the bus there, White Boy." There's no real malice behind her words but she can't help but smile when he has the decency to look guilty.

  "Just face it Jace, you drive slower than a snail." Kim counters, moving to wrap her arm around Trini's shoulder.

  "I bet the stolen cow was faster." Zack quips, smirking as Jason clenches his fist in response.

  "Shut up Zack!" Jason shoves him.

  Zack steps closer, stopping with his face a few centimetres away from Jason's, his brown eyes burning into Jason's as he speaks or rather challenges, "You gonna' make me?!"

  The two glare at one another, silently daring the other to make a move. 

  "Guys don't," Trini objects moving to place herself in the middle. Zack goes to push her out of the way but Kim is faster, her hand on his arm makes him freeze.

  "I wouldn't do that if I were you." She warns, holding his gaze as she stands protectively in front of Trini.

  "Please don't fight." Billy pleads, eyes frantically darting between Kim, Zack and Jason.

  "Sorry Billy." Jason speaks first, moving away from Zack as he shoots an apologetic smile Billy's way.

  "I'm sorry too man." Zack relents even though he directs his attention more towards Trini. She nods her understanding and he visibly relaxes.

  "I'm going to go get the tickets, Billy why don't you come and help?" Kim suggests, relief instantly washes over Billy's face as he nods, eager to get away from the tension. She continues pointing at Zack and then at Jason, "try not to kill one another. Don't make us revoke your tickets."

  With that she turns and heads to the ticket desk, Billy following closely behind. There's an awkward silence that falls when they leave and Trini's left staring between the two boys as they stubbornly refuse to look at one another. After another minute of the silence surrounding them Trini decides to break the silence.

  "God you guys are such children." 

  Her arms go to her hips (her stance reminding her of the way Kim addresses them all when she's annoyed) only continuing when she's satisfied their attention is on her. 

  "I can feel the sexual tension between you two from here, maybe if you just admitted it we wouldn't have to watch you guys fight like idiots."

  Both of their eyes widen, Jason's face flushing a deep red whilst Zack's mouth falls open comically wide. They both stutter for a good few moments and Trini can't help but smile finally managing to render them both speechless. 

  "Alright, now stop with this macho crap. I may be small but don't doubt that I won't beat both your asses if you don't stop acting like a bunch of babies."

  They both stare at her with a mixture of awe and a hint of fear knowing how serious Trini can get. With a sigh Jason turns to Zack, eyes full of remorse as he speaks - his voice much softer than before.

  "Trini's right. I'm sorry for shoving you."

  "It's cool man it didn't even hurt." Zack brushes it off with a wave of his hand, a small smile appearing when Jason laughs at his comment. "I'm sorry too. You know how much I respect you, right?"

  "Yeah I do." 

  Zack's smile is softer this time and Trini think that if she weren't there they might kiss, except she is there and she'd rather not be left to awkwardly watch as the two resolve the obvious tension between them. She clears her throat and the two seem to snap out of it, turning back to her with grateful looks. The three start to engage in conversation about which rides they're most looking forward to when Billy and Kim return holding five tickets.

  "What took you guys so long?" Jason enquired. 

  "The guy at the counter was very talkative. Kimberly asked for the tickets and then he told her that he liked her shirt and kept asking her questions and when he finally handed her the tickets he asked for her phone number." Billy explains, blissfully unaware of the side eye Kim is giving him.

  She glances back at Trini whose eyes have narrowed to perfect slits, her jaw tightened as she looks past her girlfriend staring at the guy gawking at Kim from the desk. The sight of him openly staring at Kim sets her teeth on edge and before she can stop herself she closes the distance, standing on her tiptoes as she cups Kim's face and crushes their lips together. Kim mumbles something against her mouth startled for all of a few seconds before she reciprocates and kisses back with just as much passion. Trini is aware that the boys are still there but all she can think about is how soft Kim's lips are and how Kim's hands lace down to the small of her back. It's only when Kim nips at Trini's lower lip eliciting a quiet moan that she remembers their surroundings and pulls back. Kim chases her lips pouting when Trini steps back, both of their cheeks flushed as they look around at the awkward expressions on Jason and Billy's faces. Zack gives them a smug grin, raising his hands in mock surrender when Trini goes to whack the back of his head.

  "Shall we go in?" Jason motions to the gates. They all smile when Billy claps his hands and practically skips to the gates leaving them all to trail after him.

  After several debates over which ride to start with Billy handed the group their individual maps, they all wait patiently as he starts to explain.

  "I mapped everything out for us. This park has 40 rides in total, 10 prize stalls and 7 different places for food. We need to start here," he points to a small doodle of a boat located at the top of his map before pressing on, "after the pirate ship we follow the path round to the rocket ship, the walk should take us precisely 2 minutes and 12 seconds."

  Billy starts to recite the rest of the plans for the day in excruciating detail, Jason is quick to jump in effectively stopping Billy's rambling with a reassuring smile. "That's really helpful, thanks Billy." 

  Billy nods and with that they calmly start their journey to the first ride but as soon as they see the short queue waiting for them their walk turns into a light jog. They all sport matching excited grins as they wait in line. Billy bounces on the balls of his feet waiting eagerly in anticipation, and Zack lets out loud whooping noises as they reach the front of the line. The ride comes to a stop and the second the gate opens Zack is making a mad dash for the back seat dragging a helpless Trini (who in turn drags Kim) with him. Billy races after them happily sitting beside Kim with Trini and Zack on her left. Jason sits on Billy's other side smiling when he wiggles, clapping as the bar slowly slides down signalling the start of the ride.

  "Jason! Jason it's starting!" he exclaims tapping Jason's shoulder enthusiastically.

  Despite the ride being somewhat tame Jason can't help but laugh as Zack starts to whoop, screaming far too loudly to be genuine. Billy cheers beside him smiling when he catches Jason's eye. Jason looks over to Kim smirking when she tries to hide her bored expression with a toothy grin. Trini doesn't cheer but she has a content smile as Kim wraps an arm around her shoulder and kisses the top of her head. The sight of his fellow rangers so relaxed assures Jason he made a wise choice in giving them the day off.

  When the ride finally stops they rush off in an excited mess, this time it's Trini who points out the next ride; her hand intertwining with Kim's as she pulls them towards the waiting area. The boys aren't far behind and as soon as the line fades they all run in different directions grinning as they jump into the aeroplanes with their respective ranger colour. The ride starts and each time they dive up and down spinning round they smile at one another, sharing their perfectly private in-joke. As the ride spins around once more Zack catches Jason's eye pointing towards a ride in the distance with a huge grin.

  "THAT'S OUR NEXT RIDE!" Zack hollers over the ride music.

  Jason follows his finger pointing, turning to look at which ride Zack is pointing at. The ride had two rows of seats and proceeded to drop and swing, stopping once and then twice over little spouts of water, making sure that anyone in the front row got splashed. Upon seeing the dangerously daring dip the ride took he gulps, flashing Zack a shaky smile as he tries to hide his apprehension. It doesn’t help that after the ride ended Kim and Trini decide to give it a miss promising to take pictures instead.

  Kim smiles as Trini stood on her tiptoes using Kim's shirt to pull her down, their faces inching closer and then their lips were brushing against one another's and all thoughts of taking pictures soon left Kim's mind. Using a little burst of ranger strength, she spun them around gently pushing Trini into the nearest fence, fingers tangling in soft tresses as they continue to kiss softly, there was no rush or pressure and Kim loved that she could simply be with her girlfriend and no one batted an eyelid (well at least out there school was a completely different story). They start to get lost in one another when a piercing scream breaks their spell, both pulling back to see Jason screaming as the ride plummeted down, beside him Billy has his hands over his ears and Zack hysterically laughing as Jason clutches onto the safety bar as though his life depends on it. 

  "We should have gotten this on camera," Trini whispers to herself.

  "One step ahead of you babe." Kim nudges her girlfriend and flashes her a smug smile before turning her attention back to her phone, zooming in as the ride swings down and Jason gets a face full of water. 

  The two lose it when he lets out another deafening scream and when he trudges back to them with shaky legs and damp hair they can't contain their laughter. Jason huffs as Trini, Kim and Zack snigger, replaying the video of him screaming on a loop. He finally begins to laugh along when even Billy can't stop a smile forming, all five of them giggling as they make their way to the next ride.

                                                            ....

  Everything has been going great - they have been on lots of rides already and they are all having a good time, no one has been severely traumatised yet but then the log flume happens and Trini is slowly losing patience. The queue had taken quite some time to die down and she was getting grumpy, though it doesn't last long not when Kim kisses her and holds her hand but then they make it to the front and the arguing commences.

  "I am not sitting in the front!" Kim snaps.

  "Aw come on you have to." Zack pleads.

  "Why don't you sit in the front?!" Kim retorts, folding her arms.

  "Zack is sitting in front of me." Jason cuts in, stepping back when Kim shoots him a frosty glare.

  "Maybe I could sit at the front and then Kimberly could next and then Trini and-" Billy starts to ponder out loud, none of them really listening to him as they continue to talk over one another.

  "You're such a baby Kimmy, come on take one for the team." Zack teases.

  Kim's eyes narrow and then Jason is holding her waist to stop her lunging at Zack.

  "Get off! Put me down Scott." 

  Jason shakes his head making sure she is way out of Zack's range before releasing her. Kim scowls at him before turning her attention back to her girlfriend, her brows furrowing in confusion as she sees Trini stepping into the front of the ride.

  "What are you doing Trin?"

  "Waiting for you losers to get in already." Trini bites back staring at them all expectantly.

  They quickly spring into action, Billy pausing to shoot an apologetic smile towards the park worker controlling the ride. With a little pushing and shoving they clambered in behind Trini. Kim wraps her arms around Trini's waist, letting her chin rest on Trini's shoulder as she places a feather light kiss to Trini's neck. Trini hums in response, chuckling when Zack starts chanting as the ride started. 

  "My butt's all wet." Zack complains.

  "That's why it's called a log flume you idiot." Kim fires back, smiling when she hears Trini coughing to cover up her laugh.

  His complaining morphs into excited whooping as they slowly make their ascent and then they are racing down, all of them cheering as they plummet down and a rush of water crashes over them. Zack cackles as the water attacks Trini the most, drenching her from head to toe whilst the rest of them manage to survive with minimal damage. He regrets laughing when they get off and Trini proceeds to shake her dripping hair at him. Her attack halts when she hears a clicking sound, pivoting around to see Kim trying to subtly slide her phone back into her pocket.

  "KIM!"

  Her hands are on her hips as Kim starts to back up holding her hands up in mock surrender as Trini levels her with a fierce glare.

  "It's not m-my fault that you look so c-c-ute." Kim stutters out, hoping the compliment would soothe her girlfriend's rage. It does nothing, especially not when she can't resist teasing "my drowned grumpy cat." 

  Her eyes widen as Trini lets out a growl and then she's running as fast as she can or well as fast as regular humans can. 

  "Oh yeah you better run Princess!" Trini shouts, speeding past the boys as she chases after Kim.

                                                             ....

  The boys watch as Trini and Kimberly disappear amongst the sea of people in front of them.

  "Should we go after Trini and Kimberly?" Billy asks.

  Jason smiles but shakes his head.

  "I think they'll be okay Billy. We can meet them for lunch."

  Billy perks up after that, walking contently beside Jason with Zack on his other side. It's quiet and they enjoy a comfortable silence for a few minutes - until Zack sees the bright flashing lights and his face lights up like a Christmas Zord. He continues to grin, wiggling his eyebrows as they walk towards a prize stall section of the park. 

  Jason can instantly see what has captured Zack's attention and it's almost second nature for him to fix Zack with a stern look, shaking his head disapprovingly. 

  "NO."

  "I didn't even say anything." Zack huffs.

  "You didn't have to. I know you and the answer is no." Jason points out earning an eye roll from Zack.

  "Dude you are zero fun today," Zack whines adding in a pout for good measure. 

  "Why is Jason zero fun?" Billy questions.

  Zack throws another dirty look Jason's way and then turns to talk to Billy.

  "You'd let me play some games, right Billy?" he tilts his head and starts to flutter his eyelashes, stopping when Billy only blinks at him in response.

  "I can't make your decisions for you so if you wanted to play some games I wouldn't stop you."

  "and that is why you're my favourite B." 

  Billy smiles watching as Zack scampers off towards the first stall. 

  "Alright, I guess one game wouldn't hurt." Jason relents, trailing after Zack's giddy form.

                                                         ....

  "Are you going to pout all day Princesa? Trini asks barely able to keep the amusement from her tone.

  Beside her Kim stands with her arms folded looking at her girlfriend with disdain.

  "I can't believe you would do that to me." Kim exaggerates, looking down at her now damp appearance with an unimpressed pout.

  Trini smirks rolling her eyes at her girlfriend's dramatics. 

  "It was only a hug." she shrugs.

  "You shook your hair water all over me!"

  Kim continues to pout as Trini laughs, moving to wrap her arms around Kim's waist and hug her from behind. Kim's pout soon turns into a soft smile, unable to stay upset when Trini is willingly hugging her.

  "Alright," Kim hums "but you better win me a prize."

  "If I say yes, will you stop pouting at me?” Trini asks.

  "Probably not." She answers with a smug grin, already knowing she's won.

                                                           ....

  Zack shrugs his jacket off carelessly tossing it on the floor; wiping his forehead as he marches to the next stall with determination. Billy hastily grabs the jacket dusting it off before he joins Zack and Jason by the ring toss booth.

  The guy manning the booth doesn't look up, too engrossed with his phone to really pay attention. He briefly looks up when Billy gives a polite cough, giving the three of them a once over before placing five rings in front of Zack as Jason begrudgingly hands him the money. 

  "Piece of cake," Zack declares ignoring Jason’s scoff as he prepares for his first shot.

  It misses the pins and bounces off the counter. 

  Zack puffs his chest and shrugs, "Nobody gets it on the first try." 

  Jason smirks pretending to humour him as he pulls his arm back and flings the next ring. Again, it misses as does the next attempt. 

  Zack folds his arms starting to size up the pins. Jason laughs pushing his friend out of the way as he grabs one of the two remaining rings.

  "Watch and learn." 

  He lets the ring glide with a confident smile, watching with a smug grin as it falls back down - only to miss the pin by mere centimetres.  His face falls as Zack laughs a little too hard.

  "Oh, I'm sorry was I supposed to be impressed?!"

  "Shut up," Jason mumbles trying to hide his embarrassment and the fact the tips of his ears had started to go pink.

  "Why don't you make me?" Zack fires back with a flirtatious eyebrow wiggle causing the red ranger to flush brighter than his suit as he stumbles over his words.

  "Well m-maybe I m-m-might, if you'd like that I mean- what?! I wouldn't like that, why are you staring?"

  Zack smiles at the boy's rambling stepping a little closer. Their eyes drift down to one another's lips and for a second they start to lean closer but then Billy is clapping excitedly and they snap back to reality. Their jaws dropping as Billy jumps up and down pointing eagerly to the only pin with a ring successfully around it.

  "Holy shit Billy you did it!" Zack is too much in awe to be mad and Jason has a proud smile. All three turn to the booth worker expectantly.

  "These games are hard better look next time," He says in a monotonous voice without looking up.

  "Well it's a good job we won, then isn't it?!" Zack boasts unable to keep the smug tone from his voice.

  "So, our friend would like his prize now," Jason finishes, completely ignoring the guy's shocked expression as he turns to look at Billy. "Which prize do you want Billy?"

  Billy's eyes light up already knowing which one they needed to have. The other two can't contain their smiles when Billy is given his toy hugging it close to his chest as they walk away. 

  "This will go great in our ship!" Billy whisper-yells and Jason can't help but agree, looking down at the donut toy clutched in Billy's hand and being reminded of how fitting it is, so he smiles at his friend and nods in agreement happy that at least one of them won a prize (though he is a little bitter that his aim was so skewed). 

  When the boys see the girls again none of them can contain their laughter at the sight before them: Kim walking with a victorious expression as a giant tiger toy follows her - they could only see Trini's legs as she tries to navigate her way towards them clutching the tiger which was nearly as big as her whole body. Jason tries to stifle his laughter but Zack erupts almost falling over as he completely loses it, tears streaming down his reddening cheeks as he cackles each bubble of laughter getting louder as Trini gets closer and closer.

  "Has anyone seen Trini?" Zack grins when he hears a muffled grumble from behind the tiger.

  "Woah there she is! She looks different don't ya think?" Zack continues his teasing. "Actually, now that I think about it she looks a little fluffier."

  "That's because Trini is holding a large stuffed animal." Billy points out.

  "It was a joke Billy." Jason sighs.

  Seeing Billy's frown in response Kim moves closer loosely wrapped her arm around his shoulders, nudging him playfully as she speaks "Don't worry billy, Zack is awful at making jokes."

  After he gives her a small smile she turns to the other two boys folding her arms and fixing them with a pointed look. The boys meet Kim's eyes and instantly know that they have messed up, nothing can compete with her "mum mode". Satisfied that they look sufficiently chastised she moves on.

  "Is anyone else hungry?" Kim asks receiving three nods and a quiet 'yes' from Trini. 

  Without waiting she turns on her heel walking straight ahead, smiling to herself when she hears footsteps quickly following. She doesn't have to look to know 3 out of 4 rangers are walking with grumpy expressions - Billy walks a few steps behind her with a peaceful smile. It doesn't take him long to close the distance and then his arms are around her, if Kim is surprised by the action she doesn't show it; letting herself sink into Billy's arms with a content sigh. He whispers a soft "thank you" and then lets her go happily walking beside her as she gives him a loving smile. 

  By the time they reach the food section, their spirits have perked up again even Trini who had somehow managed to get Jason to take pity on her struggling form and is now tiger-free holding Kim's hand whilst Jason struggles not to drop the stupidly large tiger toy.

  "What do you guys want to eat?" Kim asks, rolling her eyes when everyone answers at once. "Geez one at a time please. What do you want to eat T?"

  "Sure. Ask your girlfriend first," Zack whines holding his hands in mock surrender when Trini glares at him.

  "Hot dogs are good," Trini suggests immediately regretting it when Zack starts talking.

  "Hell yes. I never doubted you Crazy Girl, you totally read my mind! This is why we're besties." He exclaims bounding over to Trini and squeezing his way between her and Kim so he can wrap an arm around Trini's shoulder.

  Kim gives him a disgruntled look throwing her hands up in defeat as she moves to stand with Billy. Quick to make sure no tempers rise again Jason offers to buy the food taking Billy; stopping to rescue Trini from Zack's excitable clutches and pulling Zack with them by his collar - he couldn't risk Kimberly killing the boy. Kim watches as Jason manoeuvres the tiger in one hand whilst gently pushing Zack forward pointing to the hot dog stand with the other, she can't help but smile when she sees Billy pointing to the menu and doing his happy clap as Jason and Zack nod along. It's Trini's voice that snaps her out of her daze.

  "Planning on joining me anytime soon Princess?" The soft husk in Trini's tone never fails to make Kim blush, the colour of her cheeks almost the same as her ranger suit.

  Kim lets Trini pull her towards an empty picnic bench sitting down together - well Trini sat down Kim lay with her head in Trini's lap; eyes closed as Trini rubs her forehead.

  "You okay?" 

  Kim hums in response relaxing under Trini's touch as nimble fingers trace patterns across her temple.

  "You're coming on the rollercoaster with me, right?"

  Again, she receives a simple hum and as Kim's breathing evens out Trini realises just how tired her girlfriend looks, she files it as a mental note to make sure Kim gets some rest on the drive back. In the meantime, she'll just have to keep her energised, with a smile she starts to lean down her lips ghosting Kimberly's as the table suddenly becomes a lot louder. Trini pulls back with a frustrated huff as Jason gives her a sheepish smile, offering a hot dog to make up for the interruption. Kim opens her eyes pouting up at Trini who gestures to the boys with her hot dog, smiling around a mouthful when Kim doesn't even try to hide her disappointment grumpily snatching one of the many hot dogs left. 

  Zack catches Trini's eye and then he's moving the drinks out of the way. 

  "What's going on?" Billy asks looking at Kim who shakes her head at the two of them.

  "They're being idiots again." she answers taking another bite of her food as they watch Zack and Trini size one another up; Trini cracks her knuckles as Zack sits up straighter. 

  "You'll be sick," Kim warns but neither of them listen to her.

  "Give us an intro Jace." Zack bats his eyelashes smiling when Jason starts to speak.

  "Ladies, gentleman and others today is a very special event. We have two great contenders competing for the grand prize of- um...a sense of pride."

  At Trini's scoff and Zack's disappointed look he quickly continues. "I mean for the prize of $5-"

  "That's more like it!" Zack interrupts "Billy, if you'd do the honours my man."

  Billy quickly sorts the remaining hot dogs into two piles setting them in front of Trini and Zack. Once they are evenly set up Jason resumes his commentary.

  "In the left corner we have the boy in black, reigning champion of the last three pie eating contests it's Zack attack." 

  Zack starts to chant for himself nodding his head to an imaginary beat and waving his hands to greet his non-existent fans. Jason laughs and rambles on.

  "-and in the right corner we have the lightning bolt herself, the ultimate underdog and today's challenger it's Queen T!" At this point Jason is using his water bottle as a microphone and their table has more than a few eyes staring.

  "Who's on the timer?" Trini questions.

  "I've got it," Kim says with a reluctant sigh, sometimes she wonders why she's friends with this rag-tag bunch of weirdos but then Zack's cheeks are puffing out like a hamster as him and Trini speed eat at least ten hot dogs and she wonders how she ever managed without them.

                                                           ....

  Kim did warn them which was why it was her idea to go on the teacup ride directly after lunch. Trini at least lasted the whole ride before running to the nearest trashcan, Zack on the other hand threw up after the ride had made its first turn, spewing multicoloured chunks on an innocent 5-year old in the next cup. The child's parents were definitely not impressed and Zack spent a good half an hour hiding in the arcades just to avoid their wrath. So that’s how they end up near the performer's stage, music blasting and soft singing or it would have been soft singing and dancing had it not been for Zack's need to outperform the actual paid performers.

  They try to stop him but none of them could beat Zack's shoulder shimmy as he jumps up and starts to copy the dancers. Trini has her face buried in her hands groaning from the sheer embarrassment as Kim and Jason try to pull him back down. As if his dancing wasn't bad enough he starts to sing at full volume attracting an audience of concerned families covering their ears as he continues to screech over the performers.

  "Zack just be quiet." Jason whisper-yells but of course Zack ignores him as he starts moving his hips so wildly that they are afraid he might break them.

  "You're just jealous because I've got sick moves." Zack retorts shimmying his way past them as he gets closer to the stage.

  Kim and Jason look at one another with matching mortified expressions, darting up in a frenzy to try and stop him from going any further. Trini and Billy follow unsure how to react. It's Trini that encourages Billy to capture the moment that Zack is dragged away by security guards (just as he's making his way onto the stage) on camera and it's Kim and Jason that manage to talk the guard into letting Zack go with just a warning. Jason manages to drag Zack away from the stage chastising the still giddy boy.

  "Dude you can't just pull crap like that."

  "I needed to express myself." Zack protests.

  "Next time save the dancing for when you're with us, I'm pretty sure families paid to see the hired performers not your attempts at freestyle." Jason reiterates.

  He instantly regrets it when Zack smirks, wrapping an arm around his shoulder as he implies "don't be jealous man, if you wanted a private show all you had to do was ask." Zack winks at a flustered Jason before strutting (yes, he actually struts) over to where Billy and Trini are stood waiting. 

  Kim's teasing lilt brings Jason out of his flustered state, "Red is really your colour Jace." 

  Needless to say, Jason blushes more after that.

  Kim pays for that particular comment when Jason drags her onto the haunted house ride with him and Zack. She is sat in the middle and at first she's fine but then the ride starts and she instantly wants to get off. Jason sits smugly watching as Kim jumps at every little thing clinging onto him for dear life as Zack imitates her screams and tries to smack each skeleton that springs out at them.

  "What's wrong Kim?" Jason asks with mock concern. She turns to glare at him but then a model ghost drops down from the ceiling just as they are turning the corner; Kim screams louder than before and Jason sits with the biggest grin on his face. Neither of them notice that Zack had been silent for a few minutes too long and just as they pass the camera flashing out of the corner of Jason's eye he sees Zack hastily pulling his pants back up. 

  Jason doesn't have to ask what Zack has done when he hears several giggles coming from the photo print desk. When they approach the desk Billy and Trini are already waiting, Jason can tell by the look on Trini's face that their photo must be interesting to say the least. As they look over the photos Jason's grin gets wider, beside him Kim groans as she takes in the sight of her face mid-scream as a plastic ghost sprung down. Zack cackles pumping his fist when he sees that the camera did in fact get him mooning right as the light flashed so now they could see his perfectly round ass glistening in the light. Jason was looking directly into the camera smiling like he's on The Office. All three of them speak at once with a mixture of pleased, disgusted and confused reactions.

  "This is the best picture ever!" "Why does my face look like that?!" "Zack why?!"

  "I'm buying 10 copies!" Zack announces starting to reach into his pocket when Kim slaps his arm and shrieks in response.

  "Don't you dare! I look awful Zack!"

  "I think you look terrifying," Billy says and it takes everything Kim has not to snap at him.

  "Sick burn man!" Zack gives a confused Billy a high five and pushes Kim aside to talk to the man at the desk.

  "this is the worst" Kim groans approaching Trini ready to hide forever when she sees the items in Trini's hand, her jaw dropping as she points helplessly.

  "Please tell me you didn't," she pleads, practically begging Trini with her eyes.

  "I just wanted some souvenirs, I figured they'd go great in the ship...or whatever." Trini tries to act nonchalant but the twitch of her lips gives her away.

  "Traitors!" Kim gasps looking at them all with utter betrayal. "This is mutiny!" 

  All four of them laugh at her dramatic antics and despite some huffing and whining Kim eventually cracks a smile. They make it up to her by letting her pick the next ride and of course she picks the roller coaster.

                                                               ....

 "Why is this line so long?" Zack complains for the fourth time since they entered the line. 

  "Lines are always long for roller coasters. The ride allows at least fifteen people to occupy and it would go on for around 5 to 10 minutes which means if we continue at this pace we should be at the front of the queue in precisely 51 minutes and 47 seconds." Billy explains, showing them his watch to emphasise his point.

  Zack, Trini and Kim collectively groan as Jason gives them sympathetic smiles.

  "Maybe we should just go on a different ride and-"

  "We are not giving up!" Kim cuts Jason off with a snappy tone completely ignoring his hurt look and turning to address the others.

  "Okay so this line isn't getting us anywhere," they grunt in agreement and she continues with determination "I have an idea." 

  Jason and Billy look on somewhat confused as Kim wraps her arms around Trini and Zack bringing them in for a weird huddle, Jason can hear her whispering something not fully sure what they were saying but when they pull apart with matching grins he knows their plan must be bad.

  They stay content for a while the line doesn't move and then Zack is speaking.

  "Yo Crazy Girl you might want to put that tiger in one of the lockers."

  "Zack's right babe, they won't let you one the ride with it." Kim adds.

  Trini nods with little reluctance and starts pushing her way past the crowd to find the exit, shouting "Save my spot!" back to them just as the line moves all of an inch forward and she disappears out of sight.

  "What are you three up to?" Jason asks shooting Zack and Kim a suspicious look. 

  "Who us?" Kim replies clutching her chest as she flashes him an innocent smile. 

  Jason knows they are up to something - not that he can tell what exactly but he knows they are simply by the all too innocent smiles on Kim and Zack's faces. He's about to speak again when Billy reminds them how much time they have left showing Jason the time on his phone, at least he knows Billy would never participate in their silly shenanigans. 

  They are about a fifth of the way through the line, Trini has yet to reappear whilst Zack and Kim keep giving each other strange looks. Jason gives up trying to figure them out and instead engages in a conversation with Billy about the history of roller coasters; which is when Kim and Zack enter stage two of their plan. Within seconds Kim is engaging in the boy's conversation making sure to block Zack from sight.

  "And so the riders would go down the slide crash landing in sand piles, they were called the Russian Mountains invented in the 16th and 17th centuries." Billy finishes as Jason smiles at him in awe.

  "That's really cool Billy. Do you know any other facts?" Jason prompts.

  "Woah that's really interesting Billy," Kim offers.

  "I have more..." Billy continues to ramble on only stopping when Jason holds his hand up, his eyebrows raising as he looks around.

  "Hang on a second," He surveys Kim's slight smile and looks at her expectantly "Where's Zack?"

  Billy shrugs and looks at Kim, she smiles at him and then refocuses her attention to Jason. "I don't know where he is." That was true she technically didn't know where he had gone.

  "Oh come on you're telling me that Zack and Trini both disappear and you have no idea where they are." He says incredulously.

  "Trini went to put Kim's tiger toy away." Billy reminds him.

  The line moves up a little and before Jason can interrogate her more she starts to speak or well bellow! 

  "TRINI."

  "Kim what are you-"

  "TRINI WHERE ARE YOU?!" she repeats it again and to Jason's shock she starts to push past people. 

  "Excuse me," she slides past a man motioning for Jason and Billy to follow her as she continues to shout out Trini's name.

  "TRINI!" 

  ohmygod  Jason mutters to himself her plan now becoming crystal clear. 

  "Excuse me, pardon me, coming through."

  Kim takes charge ducking and darting through the crowd with Jason and Billy hot on her heels. Seeing Zack she smiles and quickens her pace, when they approach a cluster of girls she stops causing Jason to almost run into her. She stands with her hands on her hips glaring at Zack as she speaks.

  "What the hell do you think you're doing?!"

  All the girls turn around revealing Zack standing in the middle with a guilty expression.

  "Uhh hi Kim." Zack stutters which only serves to confuse Jason more.

  "Don't you ‘hi Kim’ me. We were supposed to leave for dinner with my father an hour ago."

  The girls look confused glancing back and forth between the two of them. One girl gaining some courage as she pipes up from behind Zack. "Who is this girl?" she was met with Kim's steely glare shrinking under the intensity.

  "Who am I? I'm his girlfriend! Who the hell are you?"

  "What on earth?" Jason squeaks out, wincing when Kim elbows him.

  "You didn't tell us you had a girlfriend." Another girl huffs turning on Zack who starts to stutter out an explanation.

  "Well yeah I-"

  "Make that ex." Kim spits out turning on her heal and marching off further forward in the crowd, every onlookers parting like the red sea - none of them wanting to get in the way of the visibly angry girl.

  "Kim wait!" Zack pleads pushing past people to start chasing after her. 

  "Do you have any idea what's going on?" Jason asks Billy as they follow the others, he's surprised when he's met with a knowing smile confusing Jason further.

  When they finally catch up with the others Jason notices they are almost to the front of the queue which is when he spots Trini waiting right at the front surrounded by several confused people stood behind her. 

  Kim flashes Jason a grin and then she's screaming Trini's name again only this time Trini is answering in the same loud manner.

  "TRINI?!"

  "KIM I'M OVER HERE!" And then Trini waves in an uncharacteristically cheerful way and Jason must have gone insane because he has no idea what not being confused feels like.

  The remaining people in front of them quickly dart out of the way as Kim rushes over to Trini and embraces her in a hug. Zack is next his hand reaching for Kim's shoulder and then she's hugging him too. They pull apart when Jason and Billy join them whilst the rest of the people in the queue look around dumbfounded at what just happened, not that they're sure what genuinely did happen.

  "I cannot believe you guys just did that." Jason hisses loud enough for the others to hear, rolling his eyes when they exchange high fives.

  "We're at the front, aren't we?!" Trini remarks as Jason shakes his head. 

  "Nice job at distracting him B." Zack says with a proud smile as Billy fist bumps him.

  "Billy was in on it too?" Jason asks, surprise written across his face as they all beam and nod at him.

  "Well...I've gotta say I'm impressed. Award winning performances." 

  Kim and Zack bow repeating 'thank yous' and the five of them laugh amongst themselves right until it's their turn on the coaster.

  Despite the many signs saying not to run they couldn't help themselves cramming into the first row as they wait for the other rows to be filled. All of them scream as the ride dips and spirals down, though some more than others (Jason being the main culprit). Kim and Zack are having a wild time hooting and cheering as the intensity increases, Billy claps and wiggles around in his usual excited fashion and Trini though a lot quieter than the others still has a smile on her face - although when they reach the part where they sped inside the dark tunnel the guard rail may have become a little dented. Kim holds her hand and spends the rest of the ride repeating calming phrases and pressing soft kisses to her forehead.

  It is an all-out war during the bumper cars. Zack had been the primary target but then several small children decided to insult them and they spend the rest of the time chasing them around and using their combined cars and strength to back the children into a corner. They all walk away with smug grins completely ignoring how they'd reduced a bunch of 8-year olds to tears.

  After they were all pooped out Kim drags them to a photo-booth determined to get some new pictures for her room. It's not like any of them can resist the famous Kimberly Hart pout (Billy totally can but she said please and he will do anything to make his friends happy). The boys get shoved outside waiting for Kim and Trini to stop kissing long enough to retrieve their photos. They finally do when Billy suggests they buy ice-cream on their way out. How they all manage to get a flavour with the colour of their power coins is still a mystery, even Zack because "Licorice is the best flavour, you can have your boring lemon Trini!"

  The sun is starting to set as they make their way through the car park, none of them remembering exactly where Jason parked the car. It takes them at least 20 minutes to find their spot but none of them care. The journey back is quieter, the soft hum of the radio the only sound audible. As promised Trini lets Kim sleep on her shoulder the stuffed tiger toy resting at her feet. Zack takes a picture of them and sets it as his contact photo, he really does love them but they don't need to know that. Billy sits in the front seat texting his Mom to inform her of the fun day out they had. There's country music playing on the radio and Billy claps quietly before resuming his text update. Jason has a content smile as he drives them back to Angel Grove. The sunset is a mixture of pastels and soft tones and as he looks through the mirror at his friends he's so glad he made the decision for a day out. He catches Zack's eye and the two share a smile and for the first time today Zack is the one who blushes looking away with unusual shyness. Jason turns his gaze to Trini who smiles mouthing a "you did good" before pressing a kiss to Kim's forehead and letting her eyes flutter shut and as Jason drives back into town listening to quiet snores and old country music he knows that he definitely did do good. 

#power rangers 2017 #trimberly #zason #power rangers fanfiction #trimberly fanfic #brot5: The Rainbow Squad (´⌣`ʃƪ) #I'm actually so happy with how this turned out #I have had it drafted for ages but finally it is ready

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Secrets (Modern Thomas Jefferson x Reader)

Words: 2,800

Authors Note(s): SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG

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'What's the worse feeling a human can feel? Love. Love is something that is so rare to find and humans lust over it. It has become a task in life to find love, get married, have children, and die. That isn't what love is. Love is falling for another person constantly, over and over again. Living for the moments you have together and mourning the moments you aren't with each other. Love is getting to know someone more than you know yourself and treating them like a priceless artifact because you don't know what tomorrow brings. If you love someone, you feel like a totally different person without them and you don't know what to do. This is how I feel towards (Y/N) but I'm afraid she will never notice.'

        Jefferson closes his laptop, finishing the entry for his Creative Writing course. Though it was a measly paragraph, anything that he wrote about her made his heart skip a beat. Seeing her in his Literature classes made his day better in masses. Taking his phone out, he typed in her name and began to text her.

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        A phone's buzzing broke your focus from your work. Reaching to grab your phone, a notification for a text from the group chat you're in with Angelica, Maria, Aaron, Thomas, and James pops on your home screen.

        'Hey Guys' was the message from Thomas. Laughing at Jefferson's simple greeting, your thoughts race. He wasn't as simple as his messages. Thomas Jefferson was a walking paradox. He always contradicted himself with his simplicity. His work was so complex and true coming but the way he acts is something of a laid back, nothing-to-worry-about person. On that matter, everybody in your friend group could be described as a literary device. Maria was a walking onomatopoeia since she makes a squeal or grunt whenever something happens. Angelica was an anecdote. She could tell you anything about anyone but put a funny twist on it. She was intelligent but also had a way of her that would spill no ill will unless someone was in danger or in danger of hurting someone else whether it was intentionally or unintentionally. Aaron was a cacophony in his own sense. Any story he told or any lesson he taught made a harsh sound in your head making anyone listening feel disturbed and objectionable but yet you were comfortable around him. Only some were and you were one of them. Finally, James was a walking, talking juxtaposition. He drew parallels between Thomas' belief and the man they all loathed, Alexander Hamilton. He knew that Thomas' beliefs and what he was trying to find in life was more conservative than Alexander's and he knew that their beliefs will never cross one another. But what about you? What were you? In your mind you couldn't identify what you were while everyone else would see your life as a walking tragedy. When you were younger it was a pleasant time that you could never forget. However, when you were about 5 your parents had seemed to go insane when they kept leaving the house at random times. It got worse and worse over time until they would leave you home alone for a week at a time. One night right after Christmas, they left you with your grandparents and never returned. Being only 7 now, you couldn't stop them and even if you would try it would go without avail. On New Years Eve, the police found your parent's car in a ditch. Still locked inside, they seemed to have driven off the road with an over load of hallucinogens in their systems which left you as an orphan in your eyes since living with your grandparents was like living on your own.

                Snapping out of your thoughts, you look back to the screen of your phone. Aaron had responded with a simple 'Hello' while Maria responded with a usual 'Hey' followed by an emoji of her choice. It seemed to be that Angelica and yourself were the only two that had not responded. Unlocking the device, your fingers glide across the screen. Typing your message, you forgot about the new iOS update they had you download.

                "Hey guys!" You respond with a black heart emoji to accompany the message. 'Finally something to match my soul' you thought to yourself before a text appeared in the chat. Angelica, who seemed to be your intellectual twin, wrote what you had just thought. Laughing, you roll your eyes and sigh while reading over the messages flooding the group. Thomas hadn't responded since he started the conversation which was odd. Knowing Thomas has a long and successful background of law in his family, you decided to message him, asking if he could help you study for your Legal Studies class. 

                "Hey, Hey TJ." You text him with a giggle, knowing he would answer right away. As predicted, Thomas' response popped up so quick that it might've been typed already so he was just waiting for your initiation of the conversation.

                "Hey, sweetie. What's going on?" 

                "Can you help me study for my Legal Studies class? I really need help with the final which is in a week. Pleassseeee?" You press send, your pleading nature for help only showed one-fourth of the dread and nervousness that rested in the pit of your stomach. A ding signified his response. Looking at the lit up screen, you smile as you see that he obliged. You two were in a relationship but were both reluctant to tell anyone since he didn't want any rumors and drama that followed him to affect you and your studies. Respecting that, you two would meet under the thought of a study date or a case study. The only people who know about this are Aaron, James, and Angelica. You and Thomas agreed not to tell Maria since she was like most guys around attractive women, they can't keep it in their pants. Well Maria can't keep a secret to herself, take Eliza and Alexander's relationship now? It's under siege since dear Maria tried to throw off their whole course. However, she was intelligent and that's why she is included in your group, to plan out different techniques of studying and remembering items. Heck, she was even there if you needed help at two in the morning. 

                A knock at the door ten minutes later signified that Thomas had arrived. Rushing to open it, you were greeted by Thomas' smiling face and frizzy hair. Hugging him, you smile and close the door behind him. "How've you been?" His smooth voice filled the air as you back up and sit on your bed. The answer was clear but he wanted a more in depth response. "Good, just a bit stressed since finals are this week and I feel like I'm not prepared at all." You groan, leaning your head on his shoulder. "Well did you do your Creative writing insert?" Your eyes widen in shock and fear. The answer was evident, it had completely slipped your mind since you were worried about the bigger finals you had to complete. Thomas shook his head and let out a small chuckle. "Well I know you and so I brought you coffee, fruit, and other items that'll boost your energy and keep you up. Just don't crash, okay?" He pecked your temple and you sighed happily with a nod. "Alright." You agreed, ideas already flowing through your head. 

        It being your last semester in college before you graduate alongside Thomas and your other friends, you decided to write a 'metaphorical' piece if that is appropriate to call your plan. After the few hours of Thomas helping you with studying the specific law cases that were on the study guide the professor politely gifted your class. Whenever you got the case, the case's details, and the outcome correct, Thomas gifted you with a kiss on your lips or temple. When you got anything wrong, Thomas wouldn't 'punish you.' Instead he would encourage you to think deeper than you initially did. As the clock on your wall signified it was midnight, you sigh and shake your boyfriend awake but with no avail. Grabbing the throw off your chair, you throw it on top of Thomas as he slept peacefully. He curly hair was frizzed everywhere and his usually emotion filled face was relaxed which made your stress level lower for the first time in forever. 

        Taking a sip of the coffee you had made to refill the cup that your generous boyfriend gave you, you sit at your desk, your eyes straining as you open a blank document and find the idea that had earlier graced your mind. Typing down your name, the professor's name, the class hour, and the date, you then center the title of your Creative Writing final writing piece.

                                                       Secrets

        Secrets fill dread in the soul and even breaks your sanity. As days, months, and even years pass, the secret of us being together kills me. Secrets from the public create secrets between the two of us. The secret was to keep our relationship unknown but now the secret is that I hate keeping us a secret now. This has been going on for three years now and I can't take it anymore. Every time I see you in public I just want to hug, kiss, and cling to you like we do in private. I'm tired of making up fake study dates just so we can see each other. I just want to show everyone that I am yours and you are mine. You say I am your girl but no one else knows that. I want to be (Y/N) who dates Thomas Jefferson, not (Y/N) who keeps to herself and talks to a small group of people and no one else. Am I going to be a secret forever or is he going to tell people about our three year relationship? After three years of being a secret is enough, I don't want to be a layer of his life that gets over looked by everyone. I don't want my friends to turn a blind eye to our relationship, knowing that it is there but getting thrown into the pain of not being able to tell anyone. 

        Secrets have tormented my life before this. My parents were addicted to drugs but never told their friends, coworkers, or parents and my grandparents never wanted to see me because I reminded them so much of their druggie children that died on a cold winter's day. My huge secret is that I am only comfortable with myself because of my small group of friends. I am myself because James Madison helped me find my inner peace and my happiness no matter how bad the situation. After all this time with trying to find peace with the fact that, until after graduation, we will be a secret to the public eye. I have full trust in him but sometimes I doubt myself. Am I not good enough and that's why he's keeping us a secret or is it truly because of the drama that surrounds him and his family? Secrets should never be told but I just told all of mine.

                As soon as you proof read and correct mistakes that were on your paper, you print it out and place it in a plastic cover with a title page. Shoving that in your bag along with your study guides, you look over to Thomas and sigh. You were already in your sweats and top that you sleep in so you crawl over Thomas and lay in his arms as you yawn once more. The scent of his Adidas cologne and Irish Springs body wash overcame your senses with pleasant memories as you slowly fell asleep. It seemed like he was already deep into R.E.M sleep when you went to bed but by the time your alarm went off in the morning his face was softer but his eyes weren't in the calm and unscrunched look as before. His eyelids were scrunched like he was squeezing them shut. 

        "I know you're awake, you dink." you nudge him with a small laugh as his face lights up with his stunning smile. His chuckle fills the room over yours as he pecks your cheek. Sitting up, you stretch and get up before walking to the wardrobe in your dorm and pulling out a pullover sweatshirt and tattered jeans that had many paint stains on them along with frayed denim at the folded cuff of the leg. Putting the outfit on and barely bothering with your hair or makeup. 

        "Can you throw me a shirt and jeans?" Thomas asks nicely before grabbing his bag that he brought from his room with all of his needed items in it. His notebooks, phone and laptop along with his charger for both his needed devices were tucked away neatly in the bag. Grabbing his favorite shirt and a pair of jeans that were his, you walk to your boyfriend and hand the items to him. Kissing him good morning, you run your hands through his tangled locks which made him wince softly. 

        "You're going to put your hair up right? It's so tangly so it'll be impossible for you to untangle it before we get to class." You remind him, handing him a hairband and the other hair products he left at your dorm. After he got ready, Thomas kissed you and grabbed both his and your's bag. Taking his hand in yours, you headed out of your dorm with all of your needed supplies and keys. Taking a deep breath while walking onto the public grounds, you let go of Thomas' hand and take your bag from him before heading off to the exam hall. 

        A month passes and you get the results from your exams, you had gotten perfect scores. All of your friends were congratulating you by treating you to drinks at a local pub before a steaming Thomas storms through. Pulling you away from the small group and into a private area of the facility, Thomas' brown eyes flicker with emotion. Pulling out the creative writing column that the professor of that class put together, he shoved the crumpled up piece of paper into your face. 

        "Explain this. Why is your writing on the column? Why is it public? Now everyone knows we are dating! You are getting yourself into unnecessary drama!" Thomas' voice was demanding but soft at the same time just to make sure he wasn't causing a scene. Reading the paper that was now in your grip, you laugh and roll your eyes. "So it's my fault? Look at the article over it, mister perfect! You started it all! You blatantly stated that we are dating!" Your voice was angry while your expression was hurt. You were never a sensitive person. You had learned how to bury your emotions but this was shocking and you could never guess this would happen. Tears swelled in your eyes before shoving the paper back in his hands and stormed out. 

        "Whatever, Thomas. Check the facts before you convict someone because that can end up ruining your future and your credit." You spat out before going back to the table, grabbing your purse, and storming back to your dorm with a purpose. You knew he was following you because he had made a ginormous mistake. Calling your name, you rush past the other people in the courtyard as fast as you could before getting into your dorm room and slamming the door loudly before locking it behind you. Laying on your bed, you bury your face into the pillows you still haven't packed yet. Hearing Thomas bang on the door, you curl up on the bed and bring your knees to your chest. A silent sob left your body as you heard him get his key that you gave him out of his pocket and fit it in the keyhole. Unlocking the door, Thomas rushed in and held you close to him.          "(Y/N), I'm sorry for flipping out. I was just afraid at first then I was mad at myself for not realizing you felt so horrible about us being secret for so long. If it was having a negative affect on you, you could have told me. We could've made it public but I was scared you would get overwhelmed by the publicity and drama." Pausing in between his statement, Thomas was now having his own fits of sobs. Holding you tight in his arms, he laced his hands in your hair. "Please never leave me."                  "Don't worry, I never will." 

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Letters From MY Glass Jar Ch. 8

Warning: Writing is not fundamental. Ignore the typos.

“I'm gonna take my other pill.” Matt turned and exited the room, leaving Jason to weep into his pillow. Minutes later, Matt returned to the room. “Babe, what's wrong? Why are you crying?” Jason sat up. “Because!” he wept. “I can't catch a break! I se-set up this romantic weekend a-a-and it's being ru-ruined.” “Jason, calm down. Breathe. How's it being ruined?” “I wanna fuck! I wanna have mind blowing sex and fuck in every single one of these rooms but you're being stupid!” “You're seriously this upset over sex?” “Yes! I need it so bad! I'm stressed out, I love you and I'm stressed out because I love you and you won't give me what I wanttt!” Jason whined as he continued to sob. Matt pursed his lips to suppress his laughter. “Why the fuck are you smirking?!” “Because you're throwing a sex tantrum and it's really cute.” Jason lobbed a pillow at Matt's head. “You're such an asshole! Get out!” The boy caught the feather stuffed cotton. “No.” The brunette quickly pushed himself off of the bed and lunged at the boy, but Matt, who had been studying self defense techniques since his altercation with David, easily caught his frail wrists, turned him around and restrained Jason by making him hug himself, straitjacket style. “Let me go!” Matt kissed the side of the boy's neck. “Are you going to be nice?” “No! You're getting on my nerves!” “Am I?” he whispered into the boy's ebony waves. Jason writhed and twisted against Matt's hold but was unable to break free. “Say you'll be nice and I'll let you go.” Expecting a simple 'okay’, Matt was shocked when the boy began to sob even harder. He immediately released and turned the brunette to face him. “What's wrong?” he pleaded. “All I want is you,” Jason wept, bordering on hysterical. Matt hadn't seen the boy this upset in a long time, and the fact that it was over something that could be so easily fixed, made him question this side of the boy altogether. “Jason, we can do whatever you want, just calm down before you make yourself sick.” The brunette wiped his eyes and wrapped his arms boyfriend's neck. “What's wrong with you?” Based on Matt's tone, Jason knew that it was deeper than a surface question. “I miss you when I'm on the road. I just got over my stage fright and having all eyes on me and even more recently, I got over doing it without you.” “So, you just miss me?” As he nodded, Jason's phone buzzed against the sheets catching Matt's attention. “And you're sure it's...just me...that you miss?” Jason pulled away, expression slightly testy. “Yes,” he replied, tone questioning. “What's that supposed to mean?” The boy's phone buzzed again. “Who keeps texting you?” “It's either Ronis or Instagram.” “Why would Instagram be going off? I thought you turned off the notifications.” “I turned it back on. Mark just wanted to chat and see how everything was going with the staff at the house and stuff.” “So you're on first name basis now?” Jason rolled his eyes at the idiotic question. “Of course, Matt. What do you want me to refer to him as? 'The owner of the house’?” “No, but that's real friendly.” “Well, duh I'm being friendly. He's letting us stay in this fucking castle for free!” “Yeah, but being friendly is for when you're single. It's called flirting when you're in a relationship.” “Matt, I'm in an industry where schmoozing is very important. I'm just being nice and accessible. It's completely innocent.” “Then let me see the messages.” “What?” Jason asked in disbelief over the interrogation.  

“If it's so innocent, prove it. Let me see your messages with him.” One side of Jason's brain quickly tried to recall if any of the messages had the context to possibly be deemed salacious while the other side of his brain grasped at a response in order to stall. “So you don't trust me?”

“I'll admit to having trust issues. Absofuckinglutely.”

“Matt, that's not fair.”

“No, what's not fair is that I've never once talked to anyone else while with you and yet I've had to worry about Lucian and you were this fucking close to keeping Ronis away from Oliver so you could have him for yourself. I'm a crazy motherfucker, but I'm no cheater.”

“Neither am I!”

“So then you'll have no problem showing me the messages.”

The brunette took a deep breath, retrieved his phone from the bed and handed it to his boyfriend.

“Is the lock code still the same?”

“Yes,” Jason sighed in exasperation. “I have nothing to hide.”

Matt entered the birthday of Jason's mother, unlocking the phone. The background was a photo of the couple taken at Disney world. It made Matt want to smile but he had a bigger issue at hand as he clicked on the Instagram notification; the conversation with Mark Diller finally exposed.

As Matt scrolled down, he saw mentionings of the chef and his inability to speak English. Who would clean up the rose petals, which Jason had offered to do, but Mark's protest was instantaneous. The boy became more and more at ease until something caught his attention.

“Okay, Mark asks, ‘Which of these pictures should I post next?’ prior to sending you two selfies. You respond with, 'The second one. You look really good in that one.’”

“Matt, I-”

“Mark replies with 'thank you. I trust your taste more than I trust my life in the hands of my security team. You should feel special *winky face* but nah, it's probably just that Argentinian sun that makes me look better than I actually am.’ Jason says,” Matt bellowed out, growing more agitated as he read. “'Oh, hush, you know you're cute and ooo I've never been to Argentina. I hear it's beautiful.’”

Jason took a deep breath, accepting his fate, he listened as his boyfriend continued to read in a belligerent tone.

“'Seriously?! It's extremely beautiful and we'll have to change the fact that you have never been asap.’ 'I’d love that *heart eye emoji*’,” Matt exhaled before tossing the boy's phone to the bed.

“I was watching America's Next Top Model the other day and it was the episode where Shandi cheats on her boyfriend. After telling everyone about it, Tyra gave the girls wise advice. 'I tell my boyfriend to flirt with the girl. Flirt so hard then come home and do me’,” Matt said stoically. “I think that's what you did. You don't 'miss me’ as much as you led on. You're taking whatever sexual tension you have between you and Mark or you and fans and you're coming to me to fix it, which I appreciate. But what I don't appreciate is this flirting shit going on right under my nose. Do you like him?”

“No,” Jason sniffled as he shook his head. “Matt, I-”

“Please don't cry. It'll only piss me off.”

The brunette gnawed on his bottom lip to distract from tears.

“I want this thing with Mark detted now.”

“Okay,” he said quietly.

“Do you want to be with me?”

“More than anything.”

He pulled the promise ring from his pocket and slid it onto Jason's finger. “Then act like it.”

“I will. I'm so sorry.”

“Oh, baby, you aren't sorry yet. You're paying that damn thing off.”

“That's okay,” Jason assured.

“I want the password to your Instagram.”

“Fine.”

“And as revenge, I'm going on a date with Raven.”

“Whoa, wait what? No way, I-”

“I'm kidding,” he said with a smirk before kissing him. “But you're still paying that ring off.”

“I'd love to.”

Matt pulled the boy into a kiss that quickly turned passionate as he roughly pressed the brunette against the wall.

“Fuck, I'm hard already,” Jason panted. “I want you so bad.”

Matt palmed his boyfriend's crotch through the thick fabric of the robe but even the slightest touch had Jason throwing his head back in pleasure. The boy gave the brunette a soft kiss on his neck before pulling away altogether.

“Wha-What?” the boy whimpered.

“You think I'm gonna let you get off that easy?” he asked, double entendre evident. “After we leave this place, I want you to end all contact with him.”

Out of sheer sexual frustration, Jason burst into tears.

“Oh, baby, I told you you'd be sorry,” Matt said ruefully. “I'll be in the kitchen.” The boy turned on his heel and exited the room.  

As soon as the door was closed, Jason punched  it and immediately crumpled to the floor in pain. “Oww!” he cried out.

Within seconds, Matt was back in the room. “What happened?”

“I-I-I think I broke my hand,” he wept.

The boy helped Jason to his feet and into the kitchen.

“Is everything okay?” the housekeeper asked.

“No,” the brunette whimpered.

“We have an EMT on call. I'll get him.”

Matt opened the freezer, pulled out a bag of peas and placed it on the boy's hand.

“Ow, ow, ow! Nooo, that hurtssss.”

“Sorry,” the boy offered. “Why'd you punch the door?”

“Would you rather I punch you?” he retorted.

“Sure. At least your hand wouldn't have been fucked up.”

Jason rolled his eyes. The couple sat in tense silence until the paramedic arrived minutes later.

“Alright, let's have a look,” he said as he lifted Jason's hand and examined his swollen knuckles. “I won't be able to say for sure unless we get an X-ray but it does look like the index and middle fingers may be fractured.”

Jason groaned.

“Did you want me to look at your neck as well?”

“No,” was his swift response. “It's just a bruise.”

Matt hung his head in shame.

“Well, we do need to get you to the hospital for those X-rays. Are you ready?”

“Well, I don't wanna go in a robe.”

“The Diller family has a private wing at Brooklyn Banner. Your arrival and stay will be very discreet.”

“Alright,” he sighed before the EMT led the duo to the garage that held more cars than a Ford lot. They climbed into an SUV with blacked out windows and within minutes arrived at the private entrance of the hospital. With security on both sides of them, the couple was led into the building then to a secluded room that looked more like a five star hotel than a hospital.

“This is incredible. I feel like the president,” Jason said light heartedly as he sat on the soft patient bed.

“Mr. Diller told us to treat you as if you were a member of the family,” the EMT said with a smile as he began to set up the X-ray machines.

“He's not a member of that family,” Matt retorted, leaving the room awkward and tense.

“Okay, so slide this on for me.” The man helped Jason into the lead vest. “And one for you too,” he said as he passed one to Matt. After everyone was secured in their safety gear, the paramedic wheeled the X-ray machine over to the boy and gently set his hand in the proper position before taking a few shots. “Thank you. I'll get these images to the doctor and he'll give you the details.”

“Thank you,” Jason sighed as the man left the room. The boy shimmed out of the vest and cradled his hand against his chest. He couldn't figure out which hurt more. “So are we just never having sex again?”

“That's honestly up to you,” Matt replied.

“Bullshit. If it was up to me, I wouldn't have a broken hand and we would've been fucking in every room of that place.”

“I meant your behavior Jason. You act right, I'll treat you right.”

“But you should treat me right all the time,” he whimpered.

“You have to-”

“Jason, are you okay?!” Mark panted as he rushed into the room.

Matt scowled. “Mark, what are you doing here?” the brunette gasped. “I thought you were out of the country.” “I just got back and as I'm landing, I got flooded with calls from the staff saying that'd you'd gotten hurt. Are you okay? What happened?” “Yeah, I was being an idiot and punched a door. Probably got a few broken bones from it.” “Most of the doors in that house are made out of Camelthorn, one of the strongest woods in the world, so I'd imagine so. Rest assured that the medical team here is one of the best in the country. Although they can't fix the unworthy source of your frustrations, they will make you feel good as new,” he said before turning towards Matt to address the sizzle of the glare the boy was burning into the side of the man's head. “You must be Matthew.” “You know exactly who I am,” the boy snarled. “I was raised right so thank you for letting us stay at your house, but this little flirtation thing you have going on with Jason ends right now. He doesn't want you, he's made it clear that he doesn't want you. And it'd be in your best interest to stay in your lane.” Mark chuckled. “Woooo, you're just a live wire aren't you? Even though I don't think you're qualified to tell me what's in my best interest, I do agree with you though. This flirtation thing just isn't working.” “Mark, I was just trying to be polite,” Jason said quietly. “You're a nice guy, but I'm in a committed relationship.” “Committed relationship, huh? With all three of you?” “What?” “You, Matt and that choke mark on your neck?” “Oh, no it's not what you think-” “I know exactly what it is and if it was done properly you wouldn't have any bruising. But then again, I'm starting to realize that you prefer sloppy things.”

Matt took a deep breath and before he could respond, the doctor knocked and entered the room.

“Hey, Doc,” Mark greeted.

“Hey, Mr. Diller. Friends of yours?”

“You could say that.”

The man clipped the images to the light board before turning to Jason. “So you must be my victim?” He nodded. “Your hand is definitely busted up. Here, here and here are all fractures. We'll have to put a cast on it.”

“Wait, how long would it be casted? I'm a musician and I need my right hand for everything.”

“You'll be out of commission for four to six weeks.”

“Oh my God, that sucks. I won't even be able to sign autographs,” he groaned. “I'm ready I guess.  Let's get it over with.”

“Okay,” the man chirped. “I'll be right back,” he said before leaving the three of them in an uncomfortable silence.

“Jason, if you don't want to be my friend, that's fine, but I would really like to hear it from you and not your body guard,” Mark sighed.

“I don't want to be your friend,” he mumbled.

“Come again?”

“I don't want to be your friend,” Jason said more assertively but he didn't dare make eye contact with the man.

“I see... in all honesty, I can't be your friend either.”

Jason desperately wanted to ask why but it would've opened an entire new can of worms. “So... that's that,” he said simply.

“Well, this won't change the fact that I'm a big fan who wishes you the best. And oh, try using Max Factor foundation on that neck bruise. It's silicone based and it'll cover everything seamlessly so the press won't be hound you about it.”

As a someone who'd dabbled in drag before, Matt scowled at the tip.

“Why do you know that?” Jason asked the man.

“I had to do something to cover up the bruises my dad left during all his drunken fits,” he said ruefully.

“Mark, I…”

“Goodbye, Jason.” The man flashed him a soft smile before exiting the room.

Matt made his way over to the couch and sat down.

“What are you thinking?” his boyfriend asked.

“I'm thinking that, one, you should never wait until I force you to put someone in their place. That needs to be done at 'hello’. Two, he's nowhere near as attractive as I am and it makes me think that you're desperate for attention. I obviously need to step up my game to compete with an ugly billionaire. Three, my meds really are working because my patience has been tested all fucking day. From the dismissal of my promise ring and everything is stood for to this Mark bullshit, I wanted to curse you out and I really wanted to beat him in the face with that chair over there, strangle his with the stethoscope and I'm pretty sure there are empty syringes in here somewhere.”

Jason's eyes grew wide.

“But I stood there and remained calm. I'm trying to be a better person and that son of a bitch was not about to ruin everything I've worked so hard for.”

“I’m proud of you. And thank you for not cursing at me.”

Matt didn't respond.

“I love you.”

He sighed. “I love you too.”

“Kiss?”

“Too far.”

“You're so lazy.”

“Meet me halfway.”

“But I'm crippledddd,” Jason whined.

“Fine.”

Matt pushed himself off of the couch and over to the brunette. Their lips connected in passionate kiss that seemed to lack something.

“Wanna go to the Porsche lot after this?” Jason asked.

“What?”

“I want to do something special for you. Porsche? Mercedes? Lamborghini?”

“Jason, I don't want a car. I just want us to be okay.”

“Are we okay?”

Matt took a deep breath. “For now.”

“Sooo can we have sex tonight?”

The boy laughed. “Your hand is all busted up and that's still what's on your mind?”

“Yes! I can't help that you're amazing.”

Matt's grin was smug. “Wellll, when you put it that way,” he got out before the doctor returned with the supplies necessary to properly set the boy's hand.

Per the boys’ vote, the man casted the fractures in the black gauze and allowed it to dry before sending them on their way.

The couple made their way towards the private corridor that they'd entered the hospital through, but were immediately stopped by security.

“Sorry, nobody but exclusive members of the Diller family may use this exit. Everyone else has to use the main lobby.”

“We came in through this way,” Jason informed. “I'm a friend of Mark Diller.”

“He told me personally that you weren't his friend and that this exit is closed off to you.”

Jason frowned. “But our car and driver and everything is out this way.”

“Not anymore. Mr. Diller dismissed them.”

“That's bullshit,” Matt fumed. “He knows you have nothing but this robe on.”

“But what did we expect after all that stuff you said to him?” Matt shot the boy a look. “Well, there's no use fighting about it.”

“Whatever. Next time I see him, I'm gonna-” the boy took a deep breath. “Let's just get out of here.”

“Through the main lobby,” Jason said as the chagrin took over.

“Call Bill and your people so they can meet us.”

“Good idea,” the boy sighed as he scrolled through his phone. After contacting his security team, Jason only had to wait a few minutes before they arrived. “Bill, where are you? Meet me on the third floor.”

“Our access to that level was denied. You have to come down here.”

“Ughh,” the boy groaned, growing increasingly frustrated. “Fine, I'm on my way. Are there any paparazzi?”

“No.”

“Okay, okay then let's be quick.”

“Heyy, aren't you Jason Dardo’s body guard? The one that got knocked the fuck out by that crazy guy?” he heard someone ask in the background.

“Yooo, I saw that video,” someone else said. “That was pretty fucked up.”

“Get away from me,” Bill fumed.

“Oh my God, nooo,” Jason pleaded. “People will recognize me and-”

“Just come as quickly as you can. The sooner the better.”

“Is Jason here?!” the voice asked. “No fucking way! I'm gonna-” the brunette caught before Bill hung up.  

“Ugh! I just can't do this,” he panicked. “It'll be all in the tabloids that I'm naked with a bruised neck and-”

“Babe, calm down. This is what we're going to do.”

---

“If you don't back up, I will not hesitate to spray you!” Bill warned the quickly swelling crowd. With the help of the hospital security, he did his best to create a clear path from the hospital door to the SUV.

“Here he comes!” someone shrieked as they spotted the boy with dark stringy hair and a robe. As soon as the glass door slid open, he bolted towards the curb and down the street with all of the fans following quickly behind.

“Jason!” Bill shouted.

“I'm right here.”

The man turned around and saw the brunette dressed in Matt's clothes; ebony waves tucked underneath a ball cap he'd paid an elderly man three dollars for. “Come on, we have to go save Matt before they trample him.”

“That was Matt?!” Bill asked as he opened the car's door for the brunette to climb in. “What was on his head?”

“A dirty mop that we found in the utility closet. I'm very insulted that they fell for that. And you too, Bill! You see me everyday. How could mistake my hair for being so gross?”

“Sorry, Sir. My eye is still a little swollen.”

Jason sighed. “Fine. Let's go save my boyfriend.”

Bill quickly swerved out of the parking lot towards the direction Matt had ran. They drove a few seconds before Jason spotted the crowd.

“There he is!”

The boy had been stripped of his robe and now the vultures were after his boxers. “Help!” Matt shouted.

“Get off of him!” Jason shrieked as he clawed at the door.

“Stay inside!” Bill ordered as he hopped out. He easily plucked the teenagers away one by one, threatening to mace them as he made his way to Matt. “Get in the car.”

“Fu-Fuck all of y-y-you guys,” the boy said through chattering teeth. “If I-I-I see this on social me-media, I'm coming f-for you!” Matt climbed into the car and Bill closed the door before jumping into the driver's seat and speeding off.   

“Matt, are you okay? Did they hurt you?” Jason asked frantically as he examined the boy.

“Nah, o-o-once they were close enough to see that I wa-wasn't you, they got p-p-pissed and started tak-taking souvenirs! I'm fucking fr-fr-freezing.”

“Aww, baby,” Jason cooed as he wrapped his arms around the boy. “I'm sorry they did that to you.”

Matt clung to his boyfriend for warmth. “Better me than you.”

The brunette pouted. “You're too good for me.”

“Well, if that Porsche offer still standsss, it could even things out,” he joked.

“Of course!”

“I'm kidding,” he said as his phone beeped. Jason pulled the device from the pocket of Matt's pants and handed it to him. “Those bitches tagged me in the video! Ugh, I'm gonna-”

“Report it,” Jason said as he pulled out his own phone. He glanced at the poster’s tag name and immediately went to their page. The boy screenshotted the the information for future references before turning on his camera to make a post of his own. “I look like shit right now but I don't even care. My hand is broken and you assholes who assaulted my boyfriend have genuinely pissed me off. Starting with you, ‘@mimiimfurst’, consider you and anyone associated with you banned from any of my events because no true fan of mine would do any shit like that. You're lucky I'm not pressing charges.” He took a deep breath. “Anyway, Happy Holidays to everyone else.”

Within seconds of posting, the video was flooded with comments.

roniselizabeth: Where they at?! 😠👊

jasondardofan#1: damnnn being banned from events has to suckkk. That's what they deserve though.

XximmagoddamnmermaidxX: YAAAAS! JASON COME THRUUU! MAKE DEM BITCHES EAT ITTT!!

mimiimfurst: nooo, Jason!! Please, I'M SO SORRY!! 😭

dragqueenmoods: @mimiimfurst it's too late bitch you're about to be dragged thru the muddd

if-life: @mimiimfurst you should be ashamed of yourself

pearlyreigns873: THE T IS PIPING HOT!

roniselizabeth: 🍿

lucianpiane: I'm going to kill you.

“Ugh, Lucian’s mad.”

“He'll live,” Matt said, stifling a yawn. “Your rant was fucking sexy.”

Jason bit his bottom lip. “Really?”

“Mhm,” he hummed quietly.

The brunette kissed his boyfriend's pouty lips before turning to read more comments.

fortheloveofpearlet: Jason, what's up with your neck??

adoreblelano: yeah, what's up with that bruise?

random14yearold: omg is that the result of a failed suicide attempt?!

anotherrandom14yearold: @random14yearold i think it is! I went to rehab and saw that a lot

jasondardofan#1: Jason, I hope everything is okay with you 😩

“Oh no.” Jason's phone began to ring. “Hello?”

“Delete that post, now!” Lucian shouted. “You see what happens when you just do shit without consulting me or Bianca?! Jason, you can't just post rants, it brings negative attention! And now people think that you're suicidal!”

“Okay, okay, I'm deleting it now.” Jason quickly pulled the device from his ear and deleted the post. “Done.”

“Now we have to do yet more damage control,” the man groaned. “But I'm even more annoyed about this bill from Mark.”

The boy frowned. “What bill?”

“The two hundred and eighty thousand dollar bill for staying at the house! I thought he was letting you stay for free?!”

“I thought so too! But I guess since he and Matt had an exchange of words, he changed his mind. But can he do that?”

“Unless you have it in writing that he'd let you stay for free then yeah, he has every right to charge. Ugh, Matt is always fucking shit up.”

“Do not blame him,” Jason defended. “It's my fault.”

Lucian was silent for a second before putting it all together. “Ohh, so you did talk to Mark after I left! I knew you liked him and Matt found out and- ooo, you're such a whore.”

“That's not what happened,” he hissed. “And if you ever call me a whore again, you can consider yourself unemployed.”

“Mmkay,” the man chirped. “So what do you want to do about this bill? Fuck him to make it go away orrr-”

Fuming, the brunette hung up in his face. That's when he saw that he'd been tagged in a post by none other than Mark Diller. He quickly clicked on the notification and saw a photo of the riding crop, ball gag and handcuffs.

markdiller: ‘Thank you @jasondardo for the gifts! Sorry I didn't get to use them on you. Maybe next time! 😘’

“Ugh! Okay, this is going too far!”

Matt was startled awake. “What happened?”

Jason thought for a quick second. “Um, nothing, babe. Go back to sleep.”

He nodded and returned his head to the brunette's lap. Jason scowled and quickly sent Mark a direct message.

jasondardo: Delete that picture right now. If you're so about that life, be shady to my face because this is getting ridiculous.

markdiller: Is it really shady if it's direct? 🤔

jasondardo: Look, you're already getting nearly 300k from me so can we please just squash the petty shit? I don't want anything from you and you clearly feel some resentment towards me, I can't help that but I can help stop the slandering of my name.

markdiller: RESENTMENT?! 😂 um, no.

jasondardo: How old are you again? 20 right? Aka too damn old to be acting like this. Lucian will make sure you get your money. After that, please just don't contact me, tag me or even form your mouth to say 'Jason’. I really can't believe you once called yourself a fan and that I nearly called you a friend. Have fun with that ball gag, you'll need it.

markdiller: 👏

Jason deleted the messages and blocked the man from interacting with his account altogether before kissing his snoring boyfriend's cheek. “It's just you and me, sleeping beauty.”

---

“How do I look?” Carmen asked her girlfriend as  she emerged from the bathroom.

“You look fine,” Raven snapped, “But you should never take longer than me to get dressed.”

“I'm sorry…I just wanted to look nice for you.”

“You look great. You know I just don't like waiting for anyone. Now let's go.” She grabbed the other girl's arm and began to pull her out of the apartment when Carmen paused.

“Wait, I have something for you.”

“Ooo, well why didn't you say that earlier?”

The caramel haired girl giggled. “I wanted to surprise you.” She quickly dug into her purse and pulled out the card. “Read this first.”

Raven ripped through the envelope with her bright red stiletto nails, removed the card and opened it. “No money but that's okay because it's from the main squeeze,” she mumbled before reading aloud. “‘Raven, I have no idea where to begin but I'll start by saying that you're the best thing that's ever happened to me. Despite the tough exterior, you really are the sweetest person I've ever met. Avoiding the 'L’ word, I really have strong feelings for you and I hope that whatever we have continues to grow and stay alive just like this rose’. What rose?”

Carmen excitedly pulled a small white and gold box from out of her purse and handed it to the brunette. Raven removed lid and exposed the single, deep scarlet rose.

“It's a Venus Fleur boutique rose. They stay fresh for an entire year.”

“How the fuck does that work?”

“I think it's something in the box, but I'm not sure. I just hope that what we have lasts even longer than the rose.”

“Sure it will. I just love the fact that I was your first in so many ways... I kinda have this unspoken claim on you.”

Carmen’s cheeks flooded with color. “I'm more than okay with that.”

“I'd kiss you but your lipstick looks kinda cheap and I don't want it to ruin mine.”

“Oh..sorry.”

“It's okay, um, I have something for you too.” Raven rushed into her bedroom and returned moments later. “Here.”

“No wrapping paper?”

“I didn't have time! Don't be ungrateful.”

“I'm nottt. I'm so sorry it came off that way,” she said as she finally glanced down at the plastic packaging. “Silicone...anal beads. Um, thank you, sweetheart.”

“You're welcome,” the brunette chirped. “Maybe we'll use them sometime.”

“Maybe…” Carmen exhaled as she quickly placed the sex toy on the coffee table.

The duo exited the apartment and made their way towards Raven's black Mustang. “I always love the Christmas parties because spiked eggnog reminds me of my childhood.”

Carmen didn't know whether to laugh or say how sad it was.

“That was before my brother left though.”

“So...have you thought about visiting him in prison yet?”

“No,” she snapped before exhaling. “I don't even know what he's in for.”

“For-”

“Carmen, please,” the girl sighed. “I'm just...not ready.”

Please wasn't a word that Raven said often so Carmen knew that the topic still affected the girl greatly and quickly changed the subject. “Did you get any nice presents today?”

“Mhm, some Louboutins, money...a lot of money actually, um, five carat diamond earrings..”

The more the girl spoke, the more ridiculous Carmen felt for offering something so basic as a rose and a romantic gesture.

“But I think my favorite, so far, was your card,” she admitted.

The girl self consciously tucked her honey blonde her behind her ear. “Re-Really?”

“Yeah, I get expensive gifts all the time but nobody ever takes the time to write me something, ya know? It was sweet.”

She smiled. “I'm glad you liked it.”

“Mhm, thank you, boo. I'm gonna eat your pussy all night long.”

Carmen's cheeks tingled as the crimson hue took over them. “Um, o-okay.”

Raven laughed. “You're too fucking cute,” she said as she whipped into the parking. They climbed out of the car and the brunette looped her arm around the other girl's, partly for warmth and partly to show that she was all hers as they entered the party.

Alternative Christmas music blared as pretentious college students dressed in ugly sweaters or cute holiday garbs drank the eggnog that'd been overloaded with bourbon.

“I've been waiting for you all night. Get your ass over here,” a boy Carmen didn't recognize said before pulling Raven into his arms.

“You're so stupid,” she giggled before they kissed.

Carmen forced herself to smile without showing her teeth. She'd found comfort in not being jealous of any guy that showed the brunette affection because males offered something that she couldn't.

“Okay, okay, get off of me. I just got here and I wanna mingle.”

The boy kissed Raven once more before releasing her. She returned to Carmen's side and they continued to make their way through the party.

“Who was he?”

“This bitch named Devin. He gives mediocre gifts but a big dick allows me to overlook that.”

Carmen let out an uncomfortable chuckle.

Raven jumped at the hand on her ass. She quickly turned around, prepared to swing but squealed when she saw the other girl. “Hi, babe!”

“Heyyy,” the female Carmen recognized as a girl named Tatiana. She was stunning and the thought of her with Raven made her sick to her stomach.

“Come with me,” she ordered as she grabbed Raven's hand.

“Wait,” the dark haired girl said as glanced back at Carmen. “Do you mind?”

“Um, kinda,” she said with an insecure laugh.

“Okay, I-”

Tatiana whispered something in Raven's ear.

“Well damn, alright. Carmen I'll be right back, boo.”

She frowned. “Fine.”

“Don't pout. I'll-”

“Come onnn,” Tatiana rushed, pulling the girl along leaving Carmen to sulk. The girl took a deep breath and continued to make her way through the party alone.

---

With layers of makeup to cover up her acne scars, Alley stumbled into the party. She had to find Jake, she had to tell him how she felt. The girl made her way through the house and quickly spotted a familiar face.

“Kurtis, have you seen Jake?”

“Um, yeahhh,” the boy slurred. “We just did some shotssss. He's probably still over derrr.” He pointed towards the back of the house.

“Thanks,” she said prior to making her way in the direction the boy had indicated which led her into the kitchen. When she saw Jake, her heart skipped a beat. When she saw the honey blonde, her heart dropped.

“Three, two, one. Go!” Carmen said before the duo downed the tequila shots.

“Ughh, that one burnedddd,” Jake slurred.

She giggled. “It really did,” she said before finally noticing Alley. “Hey, girly. Do you want to do a shot with us?”

Jake turned around and when he saw the girl, he fell off of his stool. He'd heard rumors of how far from grace she'd fallen but seeing her in person left him completely disheartened.

Alley rushed to his side, but Carmen beat her to the punch. She grabbed his hand and helped the boy up. “Are you okay?”

“Yeahhh, tippy tumblesss,” he chuckled as he met eyes with his ex-girlfriend. “Hi.”

“Hi,” Alley exhaled.

“I like your hairrr,” he drawled. “It's reallyyyy purple.”

The girl attempted to smooth her damaged tresses to no avail. “Thank you.”

Carmen wrapped her arms around Jake to steady him, causing the duo to burst into laughter. The chemistry between the two was so overwhelming that it made Alley want to cry.

“So...what’s up with you guys?” she asked, barely above a whisper.

The duo laughed. “We’re just friends,” she said dismissively but Alley saw right through the facade.

“Yeah...um, Jake, do you think I could talk to you for a minute?”

“Of coureeee,” he drawled.

“I'll go get some reindeer cookies out there,” Carmen said before turning to Jake. “Thank you for listening to rants.”

“That's what friends are forrrr.” The boy extended his hand and the girl returned the gesture, before an intricate pattern of slaps and interlocked fingers completed their secret handshake. “Later.”

Alley pursed her lips as the girl passed her.

“I haven't seen you in a really reallyyyy long time,” Jake exhaled.

“Was that on purpose?”

The boy groaned and covered his face. “You broke up with meeee and-”

“Wait, that's what I came to talk to you about. Jake, I miss you so much and I hate what happened between us.”

“And what happened between us?”

The girl immediately burst into tears. “Jake at one point I loved you more than I loved myself. I thought we'd be Barbie and Ken but then out of your ignorance, I got pregnant and I felt my dreams slipping away. I couldn't let that happen. Letting go of that baby was the hardest decision I've ever made in my life but I loved him. I don't know how, but I just know it was a boy. And I carried him in my heart and in that locket that you broke. Somehow I was able to forgive you, but I held onto that resentment,” she sobbed. “And when I got pregnant again, I thought maybe this was our shot at redemption. I thought maybe it could work but then I lost that baby...and found out what you did...the trust was gone and I just couldn't love the same anymore.”

Jake wiped away the tears that were now streaming down his face. “But I love you, Alley. I always have and I always willll. I'm sorry that I fuck up all the time but without you by my side I just don't feel complete. Just forgive me for it allllll. The stress, the babies, Raven, the p-”

“Wait, what about Raven?”

“Oh fuck,” the boy slurred. “I messed up.”

Alley frowned. “What did you do?” she whimpered but the boy simply hid his face behind his hands. “Jake…”

“I fucked her, okay?” he blurted. “You had just broken up with me and I was brokennn. I went to her for support and it happened. I'm sorryyyy. I know you and her are so close and-” the boy stopped when the girl abruptly turned on her heel and rushed away. “Alley, wait, don't leaveee,” he pleaded as he stumbled after her.

Alley stormed through the party, shoving anyone in her path. When she heard the familiar giggle come from a room nearby, the purple haired dashed over and practically kicked in the door.

“What the fuck?!” a topless Raven shrieked before being tackled off of Tatiana's lap and to the floor.

“You fucked Jake?!” Alley shouted hysterically as she clenched her hands around the girl's neck.

“Get...off...of…me!” the brunette gasped as she struggled to pry the Alley’s hands away.

“Get off of her, you stupid bitch!” Tatiana demanded as she pulled the attacker by her short purple hair. Alley turned around and gave the girl a swift punch in the face. “Nooo, this nose job just healed!” she squealed before dashing out of the room.

Raven used the distraction to hit Alley in the stomach, but the girl on a mission wouldn't go down easily and unleashed a series of punches directly to the brunette's face.

“Alley stop!” Jake shouted as he attempted to pull the girl off of Raven but it earned him a firm slap. “Fuck you, Jake! You sleep with this whore!” She turned her attention back to the girl. “And you were supposed to be my best friend!”

Just as Alley began to choke Raven once again, Carmen shoved the girl off of her lover and punched her in the throat. “Are you insane?! Don't you ever touch her again!” Before she could swing again, Alley managed to wheeze words out of her bruised airway.

“She...fucked...Jake…”

Carmen's face fell as she turned to her childhood friend. “Really?”

Jake looked away but the girl shoved him so hard that he fell to the ground. “After all those nights I vented and cried to you?! Are you fucking serious, Jake?!”

“I'm sorry!”

“You're pathetic!”

“Carmen,” Raven groaned, wincing as she attempted to sit up. “Baby, help me up.”

“Ask Jake,” the girl practically spat before storming out of the room.

“Fuck it,” Raven groaned as she clung to the side of the bed and pulled herself up. “Alley, I'm not much of a fighter, but it was a bitch ass move to attack me while I'm in the middle of foreplay. At this point, if you want a fair fight, you better get me a fucking bottle to smash over your goddamn head.”

“Raven, we were friends! You knew Jake was off limits! How could you do that to me?!”

“Bitch, fuck you! After that ambush I don't owe you a fucking explanation!”

“You're trash. You'll always be trash. I'm sure your brother is so proud,” Alley got out before Raven lunged at her, landing her fair share of punches. The brawl lasted a few seconds before Jake managed to separate the girls; getting them to opposite sides of the room.

Raven kicked off her high heeled shoes and lobbed them at the other girl but missed. “You stupid fucking meth head! I don't even know why you're so mad about me fucking Jake, you and I hooked up on prom night!”

“What the fuck?!” Jake shouted. “You didn't think that was something you should've told me?!”

“Jake, at this point it's all water under the bridge. We both did stuff that we regret and-”

“Regret? Pfft, Jake, she said that I ate her out way better than you and that she faked it half the time,” Raven added, with nothing else to lose, the girl simply didn't care anymore. “She wanted to hook up with me again, but you guys ended up getting back together at prom.”

“Wow..” the boy exhaled. Mind still fuzzy from the alcoholic buzz, he rubbed his forehead. “And you had me thinking that I was the only untrustworthy fuck up in our relationship.”

Raven pulled on her top. “Call me trash,” she fumed as she attempted to charge the girl yet again but Jake caught her by the waist. “Only you and one other person in the world know about my brother. I told you that shit on a real friend to friend level!”

“Well it's been established that we aren't friends anymore!”

“If that's the case, then I'll keep the baby!”

Alley and Jake froze as the color washed from their faces.

“You’re pr-pregnant?” Jake asked, quickly releasing his hold on the girl.

“Yes,” Raven lied. “And it's yours.”

“No,” Alley wept in disbelief. “You fuck everyone, that baby could be Jason's for all we know!”

“I’ve only been with three guys in the past eight weeks. You, Devin and Marco. Devin only went down on me and Marco is trans.”

“But I used a condom…” the boy said weakly.

“Well, it obviously didn't work! I've been torn about keeping it or not…” To Raven's delight, Alley crumpled to the floor in tears.

“I'm going to throw up,” the girl whimpered. “You're having a baby.”

“Maybe,” the brunette snarked. “If I decide to keep it.”

“Raven, no please. You can't get rid of it,” Alley pleaded. “I’ll even help take care of it. I just don't want you to go through what I went through.”

“Fuck all the way off, Alley,” the brunette scoffed before wincing and dramatically clutching her stomach. “You attacked me and now you want to- owww,” she whimpered.

“What's wrong?” Jake frantically asked.

“I don't knowww,” she whined. “I think the fight upset the baby.”

“Raven I'm so sorry!” Alley wept. “If I would've  known that you were...pregnant…” the girl obviously had difficulty saying the word, “I would've never attacked you.”

“You shouldn't have attacked me in the first place. That was a punk bitch move. You're a punk bitch.”

“I am... I am,” Alley sobbed.

Raven suppressed her smile as she continued to belittle the other girl. “Fuck yeah you are,” she groaned. “If I lose my baby over this, I'll be devastated.” The brunette buried her face into her hands and pretended to cry while Alley broke down completely.

“Oh God, no please! I'd never be able to forever myself!” she cried hysterically.

“As you shouldn't,” Raven sniffled.

“Let's go to the ER, now! I have to make sure the baby is okay!”

Always a quick thinker, Raven's reply was swift. “I'm not going anywhere with you,” she sobbed. “Look at what you did to my face!”

“I'm sorry!”

“I don't think I'll ever forgive you. You know how important my beauty is to me. And now, if I look like Quasimodo, my baby won't love me!”

“Raven, please don't think that. Ugh, I'll never forgive myself, but please, let's go to hospital.”

“I'm not going anywhere with you!” Raven quickly collected her things and attempted to storm out of room but Jake stopped her by gently grabbing her arm.

“We need to talk about this.”

“Don't fucking touch me,” she hissed prior to  snatching away. “I want nothing to do with either of you.”

Jake became torn as he watched the girl that he loved crumple to the floor in tears and the girl pregnant with his child storm towards the exit.

---

Raven sprinted through the snow to her car and immediately turned on the heat. “I'm too classy for this bullshit.” She flipped down the mirror and saw the blood that had trickled down from her nose and now dried against her neck. Paired with a swollen eye and a busted lip, she frowned. “Ugh, that stupid bitch.” The girl smoothed her dark tresses. “I'm still a bad bitch though.” When she reached into her arm rest to grab a tissue, she jumped at the sound of her passenger door opening.

“Are you okay?” Jake asked as he climbed inside.

“No! Get out of my car!”

“Raven, why didn't you tell me about the baby? I should've been informed the second that you found out.”

“Jake, I'm still debating if I even wanna keep this thing, so you don't have to worry.”

“But I am worried! I... I want you to keep it.”

“And I want to go home and shower but you aren't letting that happen now are you?!”

“Well, good let's go. You can get cleaned up and then we'll go to the hospital.”

Growing increasingly annoyed, the girl grabbed the pink bottle of pepper spray that was wedged between her seat and armrest and aimed it at the boy. “Get out of my car!”

Jake defensively raised his hands. “I know you're upset and hormonal, but I need to make sure that you're okay and pepper spray isn't enough to stop that.”

“So I could mace you, and you'd still put up with me?”

“For the sake of the baby...yes.”

“Do you know how stupid you sound?”

“I don't care... I've fucked up enough in my life, but this time I won't. If it's my baby, I'll do whatever I have to do to take care of both of you.”

Raven's interest peaked at the last few words. “Pregnant women need constant attention, ya know? Massages, someone to cook, clean and buy them things to make them feel better. And that's all before the baby even arrives. Are you sure you're ready for that?”

Jake didn't hesitate before nodding.

“Well, I feel pretty sick after the attack. Why don't you go tell Alley that she's scum of the Earth for doing this to me?”

“She already feels bad enough,” the boy sighed. “I think the entire situation must be so hard on her.”

Raven dramatically palmed her face and pretended to bawl. “I'm the one who has to contemplate giving life to a child whose father doesn't even care about me! I was attacked and my baby's life was put at risk and you don't even care!”

“I do care! If I didn't, I wouldn't be here with you!”

“If you care so much, go put that bitch in her place!”

“I'll talk to her,” Jake sighed in exasperation before opening the door and exiting.

Raven pulled a cigarette from the cup holder, placed it between her lips and lit it. She took a deep inhale and chuckled as she blew out a column of smoke. “Stupid bitch.” The sultry brunette threw her car into drive and sped off.

---

When Jake returned to the room that now looked a crime scene, Alley was nowhere to be found. He rushed back into the main area of the house. “Alley!” he shouted over 'Jingle Bell Rock’. “Alley!”

“She's upstairssss,” Kurtis informed. “Something about the bathroommm.”

Jake nodded and sprinted up the stairs. The pungent odor of burning drugs narcotics immediately hit his nose causing him to gag but he quickly cover his nostrils with his shirt and began to pound on the bathroom door. “Alley!”

“Go away,” she slurred.

“No! Open the door!”

“I can't let you see this,” the girl said in a broken voice before sniffling. “Is Raven okay?”

“She's really upset.”

“And the baby?”

“I don't know,” Jake admitted. “But I'm going to be there for her.” The boy heard the strike of a lighter prior to the fumes getting stronger. “Alley!” he shouted as he banged on the door.

“I’m so sorry for what I did to you... and now there's this baby. It seems like everything that I came here to tell you means nothing now. My life means nothing now.”

Jake rushed down the stairs and stopped the first girl he saw. “Do you have a bobby pin?”

“Um...yes?”

“Can I have one?”

She pulled a pack of the metal clamps out and handed him a pin.

“Thank you,” the boy rushed before taking the stairs again. He stretched the metal into a straight line and stuck it into the doorknob’s emergency release latch, successfully unlocking it. When Jake opened the door, the fumes made his eyes water. But that was the least of his problems when he saw the purple haired girl on the toilet, rocking back and forth. As he approached, he passed the homemade pipe that topped the counter. Jake knelt besides her and grabbed her hand. “Alley...what are you doing to yourself?”

“Trying to feel again,” she muttered.

The boy looked up at her and he didn't even recognize the girl who was once valedictorian, one of the prettiest girls in school and the girl who he thought he'd spend the rest of his life with. “What happened to your locket?”

She pursed her lips before responding. “I sold it.”

“Wow..”

Alley quickly pulled away from the boy, grabbed her pipe and stood. “I knew I shouldn't have come here,” she rushed, making her way towards the door.

“Alley, wait.”

“You're judging me!”

“I’m trying to figure you out. It's like I don't even know you anymore.”

“I don't know you either. You're about to be a father!”

The boy shrugged. “I'm just as shocked as you are.”

“Well, I know you always wanted a kid young. I'm sorry I couldn't be the one to give it to you.”

“I’m sorry too.”

“So you do still love me?”

“Of course, but-”

Alley attempted to pull the boy into a kiss but the rejection was evident. Before Jake could respond, the girl wiped her eyes and rushed out of the bathroom, down the stairs and out of the party completely; but this time, the boy didn't follow her. He pulled out his phone, selected the other girl's contact and placed the device to his ear. “I know you're upset...but can I meet up with you? Okay... I'll be right over.”

---

Jake adjusted the heat in his Jeep just as the honey blonde opened the door and sat on the passenger seat.

“Hey, Carmen,” he exhaled.

“You have two minutes,” the girl said sternly.

“Um, okay. I'll start off with an I'm sorry. Like, so fucking sorry, dude. I was selfish and gave into a moment of weakness without thinking of how it'd affect the people around me. I don't know if you'll forgive me but I'm sorry.”

“Okay,” she said dryly.

“Yeah...so, did you know that Raven was pregnant or did she just not tell you either or-”

“What the fuck? Raven's not pregnant.”

Jake frowned. “She just told me she was...and that it was mine.”

Carmen immediately became nauseous but she took a deep breath to process the information. “If she told you that she was pregnant tonight, then why was she smoking cigarettes all morning?”

“What the- do you think she'd disregard the baby's health like that?”

“I wouldn't put anything past Raven. She is very selfish and- I mean, no! She's not pregnant. She did shots yesterday! And she was on her period like two weeks ago.”

The boy scratched his head in confusion. “So why would she lie about that?”

“What doesn't she lie about?” Carmen retorted. “She probably wanted to get back at you guys.”

“But that's so fucked up! She knows that we've been through this in the past and ugh- Alley was so fucking upset that she fought a pregnant girl and... I just can't.”

“She's totally not who I thought she was,” Carmen sighed as she stared out of the window. She didn't want Jake to see her tears.

Sick of seeing the people he cared upset, the boy threw his car into drive and slammed on the gas.

“Where are we going?” she sniffled.

“To that bitch’s house.”

---

“Mattttt,” Jason cooed into the sleeping boy's ear. “Wake up, sweetheart.”

“Hmm?”

“We're at your house.”

“Why?”

The brunette giggled. “Because it'd be stupid for us to stay at a hotel in our own city. Besides, I want to see your mom.”

“Okay,” he groaned, stifling a yawn as he stretched.

The couple exited the car and quickly entered the traditional house. “I'm home!” Matt shouted.

“Sup, Matty,” Josh shouted from the couch. He raised an eyebrow at the fact that the boy was wearing a simple robe in the snow but he didn't question it as he and his wife attempted to slaughter each other in Mortal Kombat.

“No fair!” Lace whined.

“What’s wrong?” the man asked.

“Just because I'm pregnant doesn't mean that you have to let me winnnn. I want a fair fight!”

“I wasn't taking it easy on you! You just always annihilate me.”

“True,” she giggled before kissing him.

“Aww, congratulations on the pregnancy guys!” Jason squealed. “Matt didn't tell me!”

“Thank you,” the couple said in unison. “And congrats on your album!” Josh added. “I bought a copy and the guy at the record store wouldn't believe me when I said that I knew you,” he chuckled.

“That idiot. We can totally go up there and burst his bubble if you want.”

“Nah, I don't need to prove a damn thing to him. And besides, I know you're super busy.”

“Usually but I'm free until tomorrow, then I'll return to the promo tour starting with Vegas. But I'll be back to New York to ring in the new year to celebrate with family and friends then I'll finish the rest of the tour.”

“Holy shit, superstar. It has to be fun though.”

“Yeah, meeting fans is the best part, but some of them can be, um, interesting?” he chuckled.

“Tell us!”

“No, Josh,” Matt protested. “Let him breath.”

“Matt, it's fine,” his boyfriend assured but the groggy teen was adamant.

“Nooo,” he whined to Jason's amusement.

“You're so cute,” the brunette whispered. Matt  grabbed the other boy's hand and began to lead him towards the steps as his mother descended them.

“Hey, Mom.”

“Hi, boys,” the woman sighed. She'd clearly been crying.

Matt attempted to walk past her, but Jason didn't budge when the boy tugged at his hand. “What's wrong, Lisa?”

“I haven't been able to get ahold of David at all. He left me this voicemail about how he and Oliver had gotten into a fight and how he really needed me but I'd just gotten the news that I'm going to be a grandmother so I didn't see it until later. I've tried calling him back since last night and nothing has worked.”

Jason was shocked to hear that of all people, Oliver and his father had fallen out. “Have you tried calling Oliver?”

She shook his head. “I don't have his number.”

Unsure if the boy wanted the woman to have his contact information, Jason selected his friend's number in his own phone.

“Hello?” Oliver rasped, clearly fresh out of bed.

“Hey, did I wake you?”

“No, I’ve been up for a few minutes. Ronis and I are going out for breakfast. What's up?”

“Ooo, fun. Not much, but Lisa wants to speak to you.”

There was a short pause. “Okay.”

Jason handed the woman his phone and she quickly placed it to her ear. “Hello? Oliver?”

“Hey... Lisa,” he said awkwardly.

“Hi, honey, I was just wondering if you've heard from your father? I haven't been able to reach him.”

“No, I haven't heard from him since yesterday,” the boy relayed, doing his best to suppress the events of the day before.

“Oh, dear. Now I'm really worried.”

“Don't be. He's probably hungover at my grandparents house. I'll give them a call and get back to you.”

“Thank you so much.”

“No problem.”

Lisa returned the phone to Jason. The boy placed the device to his ear. “I don't wanna wear underwear today,” he heard Ronis say in the background.

“Bye, guys,” Jason chuckled prior to hanging up.

“Thank you, Jason,” Lisa sighed, somewhat relieved as she made her way to the kitchen. “Is anyone hungry?”

“No,” Matt replied, attempting to pull the boy up the stairs.

“Wait,” Jason protested. “I am.”

The boy groaned.

“What's up with you?”

“Nothing. I'm only trying to get you into my bedroom,” he whispered.

The brunette's crotch instantly began to react. “Oh...um, I guess I'm not so hungry.”

“Are you sure?” Lisa asked.

“Yeah,” Jason assured, pulling Matt up the stairs himself. He guided the boy by memory, leading him to the bedroom he hadn't been in since his summer tour. “Come through, nostalgia.”

Matt pushed his boyfriend onto the small bed. “I remember the first night you came over. I had just rescued you from Danny and his stupid friends trying to rob the store and you were locked out of your house.”

“Oh, God,” he groaned at the unpleasant memory.

“But I also remember it being the first night that I knew I had feelings for you.”

One year earlier...

“Did you draw these?” Jason inquired about the various pictures that adorned the otherwise boringly decorated room. “Yeah,” Matt I sketch every now and then.” “You’re really good.” “Thanks. Do you want to shower or anything?” “I’d love to,” Jason sighed. “This has been the longest day ever.” Matt nodded in agreement before digging through his drawer. “These might be a little big on you.” He handed the boy the blue pajama bottoms and a plain white t-shirt. “It looks fine to me. I’m obviously not one for glamour.” Matt chuckled. “The bathroom is the last door on the right. It has a gingerbread man on it.” Jason raised an eyebrow. “Don’t ask.” He smiled as he shook his head before heading towards the door. “Whoa,” Matt stopped him by placing a hand on his shoulder. “What was that?” “What?” “Did you just smile? I’ve never seen that before.”

He rolled his eyes.“Oh, hush.” “It looks good,” Matt said sincerely. Jason blushed. “Thanks.” “Now hit the shower, smelly,” he teased. The brunette gave him a gentle shove before exiting the room. Matt unwittingly peeked through the crack of the ajar door, catching a glimpse of the boy’s ass before he entered the bathroom. When he realized what he’d just done, he let out a sharp exhale. “Do I have a crush on Jason?” ——— Jason closed the door to the bathroom and pressed his back against the oak. “Do I have a crush on Matt?” The boy contemplated how this could’ve happened and how it’d never work as he lathered and rinsed the soap off of his body. When he was finished, he toweled himself off and got dressed in the other boy’s pajamas; inhaling the distinct smell of his cologne. Stop, his mind ordered. Jason quickly exited the bathroom and returned to Matt’s door. He knocked. “Come in, dork,” Matt laughed. “Don’t laugh at me,” he glowered. “Now what did I tell you about frowning?” he chastised from the pallet he’d created on the floor. Jason exaggerated a smile. “Sorry.” “When you’re with me, a frown should never cross your lips, anyways.” Matt couldn’t believe how easy flirting with the other boy was. “I’ll keep that in mind,” was the brunette’s cool reply as he screamed internally. “So do I just help myself to your bed?” “Help yo-self,” Matt sang. Jason giggled as he sunk into the overly plush mattress. “This is so nice considering I slept on my keyboard last night.” “Why?” he chuckled. “I,” he hesitated, “I’m writing a song.” “Your Wings, right?” “Yes,” Jason replied timidly. “I’ve been working on it for three years.” “Wow, what’s taking so long?” “It has to be perfect. I’ll add a note, like it one day and then hate it the next.” “Tough.” Talking to his first friend, Jason finally felt comfortable enough to open up. “It’s for my mom.” “Does she like classical music?” “She did. She passed away freshman year.” “Oh my God, Jason,” Matt sat up. “I’m so sorry.” “It’s okay.” “I couldn’t even imagine going through that and so young.” “It hit my dad the hardest. I’ve been taking care of him ever since it happened and now he’s just drinking himself to death. It’s worst this time of year because Christmas was her favorite thing ever. We don’t even bother decorating because it’s just not the same.” “Dude,” Matt exhaled in sympathy. “Yeah,” he sighed. “She also taught me everything I know when it comes to music, so the song is my special kind of connection with her.” “That’s beautiful and I’m sure the song is beautiful.” “Thanks.” Matt laid back down. “Can I ask you questions?” “Sure.” “Promise you won’t get offended?” “Well now I’m a little nervous.” “It’s nothing bad,” Matt assured. “I’m just curious. How come you carry that huge backpack instead of using the lockers at school?” “I used to use the lockers, until I got tired of paying for the vandalism fees.” “What the fuck is wrong with people? Why would anyone do that?” “You’re asking the wrong person,” Jason chuckled. “Is that why you didn’t want any friends?” “‘Friend’ is just a temporary name for every eventual enemy.” “That’s deep,” Matt contemplated. “The world is full of people out to get you or people who will do anything to claw their way to the proverbial top and life is just so much more than that. I’ve grown accustomed to fending for myself…it’s easier that way.” “Not everyone is like that.” Jason scoffed. “I’m not like that.”

Jason smiled. “I’ll be the judge of that.” Matt laughed before getting serious. “Does your family know about your sexuality?” “Yes. I came out when I was thirteen, my parents said they loved me and that was that.” “That sounds like the easiest thing ever.” “Does anyone know?” “Jake and Josh have an idea, but nothing is official,” he said in a broken voice. “Everyone’s story is different. You have to feel comfortable and confident within yourself before you have that discussion with your family.” “I feel comfortable and confident when I’m around you.” “Where do you get that crap from?” Jason giggled. “Is there a little book called ‘horrible lines’ that your refer to every two seconds?” “It’s what you do to me!” he let out in a mock cry. Jason laughed, the heartiest one Matt had heard yet. “That’s amazing,” he relied. “I think you even snorted.” “I did not,” Jason gasped. “Denial fights wrinkles so keep it up,” he cackled. “You’re something else.” “In a good way or a bad way?” Jason thought for a minute. “Good.” “I’ll take that,” Matt smiled. They taunted each other until they passed out; the brunette immensely comforted by the other boy’s scent on the pillow. ---

Jason settled his head onto the same feather stuffed pillow, inhaled but couldn't smell anything. He pouted. “Your pillow doesn't smell like youuu.”

“Well, babe, I don't live here full time anymore,” Matt said as he dug through the drawer of his desk. “Did I take them with me?” he muttered. “Ooo, here's one.” The boy grabbed the piece of paper and unfolded it.

The brunette sat up on his forearms. “What's that?”

“One of the letters you wrote me in the early days of our relationship. I was grounded and it was our only means of communication.” The boy looked at the letter. “My dearest Matt,” he read aloud in exaggerated fashion before Jason snatched it away.

“Jerk,” he grumbled before silently reading it to himself.

My Dearest Matt, At the beginning of this year, if someone would have told me that Matt Lent would send me a love letter, I would’ve called them insane. Because if Matt Lent, the boy I’ve had a crush on since freshman year, would’ve sent me a letter, I probably would have died. You might not remember this, but in P.E. that year, there were these guys who stole my clothes in the locker room after showers and you went off. And I remember thinking ‘whoa, this guy is so hot’. You got my clothes back and when you gave them to me, you said ‘don’t let those assholes get to you’. It gave me heart palpitations. I wanted to thank you, but I froze. You simply smiled as the bell rang and said that you hoped to see me around. I replayed the moment in my mind over and over for a week; rehearsing my lines, imagining what I could possibly say to you. One night, I finally worked up my courage, promising myself I’d talk to you the next morning, but then, my mother passed away. I completely shut down. Talking to people and making friends became impossible, so I just floated through life day by day. The bullying: day by day, month by month, year by year…until you asked to be my friend. At first, I thought it was out of guilt or some sick fantasy, but when I look into those cerulean blue pools you call eyes, I know that every word you say is coming directly from your soul. And after all these years, I still find myself getting those heart palpitations whenever I see you. I think about you all the time and I’m not sure, but I think I might be falling for you? I like the feeling but I’m scared. Not scared of falling in love, but scared of what’ll happen if I completely let my walls down. I’m hesitant but I think I’m ready to take that next step…for you and even more so, for me. Day by day, month by month, year by year. Love, Jason P.S. No, don’t get a phone. I think receiving letters is single handedly the most romantic thing ever. P.S.S. I’m thinking of signing up for the school’s talent show. Thoughts? P.S.S.S Did you know that Yamaha is a brand of pianos and motorcycles? I found that to be super ironic and cute ❤ “Oh my God, what was I thinking?” Jason chuckled in disbelief. “Was I soft or what?”

“No, you were falling in loveee,” Matt cooed.

“I was delusional as fuck.”

The other boy frowned. “I botched our anniversary by taking my pills earlier than I should've, now I'm tryna make it up to you and you're being a little douche.”

“I'm kidding!” Jason giggled.

Matt huffed.

“You're so hot when you get an attitude.”

The boy scoffed. “I don't have an attitude.”

“Mmkay, Matthew. But I do appreciate you being so thoughtful and pulling this letter out for our anniversary, even if you do have an attitude.”

“I don't!” he growled aggressively before tackling the boy back onto the bed.

“Pfft, oh yeah?” Jason panted, clearly turned on. “Prove it.”

The boy raised his hand to grip the boy's jaw, but quickly remembered the bruise on his neck. The brunette saw the change of mind in Matt's face and frowned.

“What's wrong?”

“Nothing,” he exhaled, giving boy the gentlest of kisses. The brunette threw his arms around Matt's neck, forcing passion into the smooch. Jason trapped his boyfriend's bottom lip between his teeth and gave it a firm bite.

“Ow!”

“Whoopsies,” he panted. “Guess you'll have to punish me.”

“Nah,” the boy said as he tucked his wounded lip into his mouth.

The dilation that Matt's eyes got during their usual foreplays wasn't there and it made Jason pout. “Why notttt?”

“Your neck,” he mumbled.

“Matt, that was a mistake and-”

“Exactly. And I won't make it again.”

“So you're just never going to touch me again?” the brunette asked in a desperate whine.

Matt gently caressed the boy's cheek with the back of his hand.

“You know that's not what I mean. I love the rough stuff.”

At that, the boy aggressively kissed Jason. The brunette appreciated the gesture, but it wasn't enough. “Choke me,” he whispered against Matt's lips.

“No.”

“Why? Are you a scared?”

“Nope,” he said nonchalantly.

“Yeah you are. You're scared a scaredy cat. A scared little bitch,” Jason said before mockingly imitating a chicken.

Matt simply shook his head, unaffected.

“You sure are weak ass lately. I bet you can't even get hard anymore.”

The boy scowled. “Too far.”

“Oh? Did I strike a nerve? Flaciddd. Flaci-”

He silenced the boy by firmly gripping his jaw. Immensely satisfied that his attempts had prevailed, Jason seductively bit his bottom lip.  Matt glanced down at the boy's dilated eyes, but the bruising was a far greater distraction. He released Jason's jaw.

“Babeee,” the brunette whined.

“Shut up,” Matt demanded before pushing himself off of the bed. “Stay here.” The boy exited the room but soon returned with two differently scented candles that he placed on his nightstand and lit.

“What's that for?”

“Ambiance, my dear,” the boy replied as he selected Earned It, sensually sang by The Weeknd before turning off the lights, allowing the candles and the small amount of daylight that beamed through the curtains illuminate the room.

“I've always wanted to have sex to this song,” the brunette confessed.

“I know. You said it on one of the letters in the glass jar you gave me.”

“I diddd but why do I feel like you're distracting me?”

“Distracting?” he asked innocently, biting his bottom lip as he untied the knot in the cloth belt around his waist.

“Yeah, like we were in the middle of foreplay and you just flaked and now it’s like you're trying to make up for it.”

“I’m making up for last night,” the boy said as he did a seductive shimmy to shake the thick cotton off of his shoulders, leaving him in only his boxers before crossing the room towards his boyfriend.

“I know but do it by fucking my brains outttt.”

Matt responded by palming the boy's crotch through the fabric of his jeans. Permanently semi hard at this point, Jason threw his head back in pleasure at the contact. “Matttt, please don't tease me this time.”

“I won't, babe,” he promised as he undid the boy's zipper. “Just stay quiet.” Matt looped his fingers into the waistband of the jeans and slowly tugged down, encouraging Jason to lift his hips to make the removal seamless. The boy was void of underwear underneath the denim so his eager cock sprang free. It was stiff as a board and already leaking precum. “Ppperfect,” Matt purred. True to his word, he wasted no time taking the member into his mouth.

“Ahhh,” was Jason's pleasure filled groan. Matt’s fingers wrapped around the base of the shaft and he gently tugged while his mouth worked; engulfing his boyfriend completely with each movement. “Oh my God,” the brunette mumbled as Matt pulled away and licked the entire shaft, working his tongue up and down; flicking it over the tip before wrapping his lips around the pulsing cock once again. Jason tightly gripped the sheets. “Fuck,” he moaned as he gnawed on his lip to stifle the yelps and moans he’d normally be producing.

When Matt slid his mouth down, taking the entire length of the shaft in, he let the tip past the threshold of his throat. Cock sheathed in the full warmth and tightness of the boy's mouth, Jason knew he’d explode any second now. “I’m close,” he panted.

At that, Matt pulled away.

“Nooo, babe, please don't stop,” Jason whimpered.

“Hush,” the boy ordered as reached over into the bottom drawer of his nightstand. It was empty.

“Shit,” he groaned.

“What’s taking so longggg?”

“I don't have any condoms.”

Jason quickly sat up. “What? I thought you had four the last time we did it! They're in your wallet, check it now!” he demanded.

“No they aren't,” the boy retorted. “I had five but then we fucked the morning, noon and night before you started your promo tour. That left me with two but I let Bob have them.”

“Why?!”

“Because he needed them.”

“We need them more!”

“Would you calm down?” Matt hissed through a clenched jaw. “He bought me a full box of condoms the next day as a thanks but I just forgot to put some in my wallet.”

“Oh my God,” Jason groaned as he turned on his side. “I’m so over this bullshit.”

“Babe, it's not that serious. I can finish you off but-”

“No, that type of carelessly is such a goddamn boner killer! I'm sorry for wanting to fuck my boyfriend but ugh! I wanna fuck!”

“Do you want my mom to hear you?” the boy hissed growing increasingly annoyed.

“I don't care if the Pope hears me, Matt! Find a condom or I'm leaving.”

“Seriously? Am I supposed to get dressed, go to Walgreens and buy condoms in the middle of our foreplay?”

“Yes! Or borrow one from Josh or something! Do something, Matt.” he said almost accusingly.

“Whatever, Jason,” the boy grumbled as he pulled the robe back onto his shoulders. “Such a goddamn diva.” Matt made his way down the stairs and into the living room. “Josh, can I talk to you for a second?”

“Right now?” his brother asked without breaking his gaze at the TV.

“No, tomorrow,” the boy scoffed.

“But, but I-”

Lace giggled. “You're going to lose either way so you may as well forfeit.”

“Can't you just pause it?” Matt asked.

“Well, yeah but ugh, it'll give her the upper hand.”

“It's important,” the boy assured.

“Fine,” Josh sighed as the game was put on hold. He pushed himself off of the couch and followed his brother to the laundry room for privacy. “What's up, bro?”

“I need to borrow a condom.”

The man glowered at him. “Seriously? You want me to lose at Army of Two just because you want to have sex?”

“No, I interrupted a game you'll probably lose anyways because I want to have safe sex,” he emphasized.

Josh exhaled loudly. “Fair enough, but I don't have any condoms. Lace is pregnant for a reason.”

“Fuck,” the boy groaned. “Jason is going to kill me.”

“Get one from Mom,” the man said with a shrug of his shoulders.

Matt cringed. “Are you fucking insane?”

“Hey, when you gotta handle your business, getting a condom from your parent is way better than getting an STD…not that Jason has anything. Just saying.”

“I'd rather just not fuck at all if I have to ask her because I feel like she'll be listening or something.”

“Well, just take one. She keeps them in her sock drawer and I highly doubt she'll notice that it's gone.”

Matt raised an eyebrow. “How the fuck do you know this?”

“I ditched school one time junior year to set up this entire romantic thing with Vanessa Mitchell and forgot about condoms.”

“Vanessa Mitchell? Brace face?”

“Hey, I wasn't the most attractive seventeen year old and she was willing to put out.”

The boy cringed. “Desperate times call for desperate measures.”

“Exactly. So, good luck with that. I hope Jason doesn't kill you,” Josh chuckled as he exited the laundry room.

Matt groaned in exasperation and followed the man's lead out of the room before solemnly taking the stairs. He made it to front of his door, extended his hand to turn the knob but once remembered Jason's words: Find a condom or I'm leaving, the boy swallowed his pride and tiptoed towards his mother's bedroom.

“Sock drawer,” Matt mumbled to himself as he stealthily creeped through the room. The space was immaculate and each item had its designated place so the boy figured the mission would be easy. The Pink Panther theme played in the back of his mind as he made his way over to the mahogany dresser. When he pulled out the top drawer, he nearly gagged at the sight of his mother's folded undergarments. “Eww,” the boy groaned as he slammed the drawer closed. He said a little prayer before building up enough courage to pry into the second.

Matt sighed in relief when he saw the perfectly rolled socks. He pulled a few up and saw the small box of condoms, cringing at the fact that it was nearly empty. The boy quickly palmed one, returned the socks and closed the drawer. Matt turned on his heel, just as his mother was entering the room. “H-Hi, Mom,” he stammered.

Lisa raised an eyebrow. “Hi, honey. What are you doing in here?”

“Looking for, um, our old family album. I wanted to show Jason a few pictures. But it's okay, I'll find it later.”

“Oh!” she squealed excitedly. “It's over here.” The woman pulled the book out of her closet and cradled it against her chest. “Let's go show him!”

“Um...shouldn’t you try to call David again or something?”

Lisa pouted. “You don't even care for David...you must really want me out of your hair if you're pushing me to call him.”

“I'm giving him a chance.”

The woman smiled without showing her teeth. “Well, I can't beat that now can I?” she said softly as she passed the book to Matt.

“Thanks. Later, Mom.” The boy rushed out of door

Lisa sank onto her bed, pulled out her cell phone and called her fiance once more. This time, he finally answered.

“Hello?” David rasped.

“Oh my God, honey, are you okay?”

“Oh, now you care?”

Lisa frowned. “Of course I do. I've been calling you since last night.”

“Really? Well what happened to your calls when I needed themmm?” he slurred. “I literally felt like I had nobody in this world and you know why? Because the one person who's supposed to always be on my side wasn't there.”

“David, I'm sorry. I sent you to voicemail because-”

“Oh, you purposefully ignored me?! That's so lovely!”

“Honey,” Lisa whined. “Would you just listen to me?”

“Why should I?”

“Because I love you.”

“Pfft, I'm starting to think that I can't say the same.”

“Well...we do have a lot to discuss.”

“What the fuck does that supposed to mean?”

“David, please don't curse at me.”

The man didn't respond.

“I love you, I really do. I just feel like our communication is terrible.”

“How the fuck are we supposed to communicate when you don't answer my phone calls?!”

“David, I said I was sorry,” Lisa sniffled. “What else do you want me to do?”

“Nothing,” he said coldly. “Absolutely nothing.”

The woman did her best to suppress her tears. “Well...if you're still scheduled to come out here next week, we're still on for dinner. You can meet my mother and siblings like you wanted.”

“I don't think that's a good idea,” he said followed by a hiccup.

“So, where does this leave us?”

“At this point, Lisa, I don't think there can be an 'us’ anymore.”

“David, no please, let's talk about this,” she wept.

“If you can't be there for me at my rock bottom, then you don't deserve my rock bottom.”

Lisa couldn't do anything but cry which turned into full on sobbing when the man hung up on her.

---

Matt rushed down the hall to his bedroom were he found Jason tucked underneath the blanket, scrolling through his phone.

“Are your bare ass cheeks on my sheets?” he asked as he placed the photo album on his dresser.

“Yep.”

“Hot. I have successfully obtained a condom.”

“Good,” Jason sighed. “We'll use it next time.”

“Next time?”

“Yeah, while you were gone, my dick started to ache so I jerked off.”

“That's not a problem. You know I can make you cum up three times.”

“Eh, I'm just not feeling it anymore,” he said as he continued to scroll through his phone.

Matt frowned at the suspicious behavior. “Who are you talking to?”

“Excuse me?” the brunette scoffed with attitude.

“Who are you talking to?” he repeated before scowling. “Mark?”

Jason sat up. “Are you seriously asking me this?”

Matt folded his arms as he waited for a reply.

The boy turned his phone around to reveal the screen. It was the Louboutin website. “I'm looking at shoes for Our Lady J. Her birthday is coming up,” he sighed in exasperation.

The boy dropped his arms to his sides. “Babe..”

“Save it,” Jason said as he pushed himself out of the bed. “I'm out of here.”

“Nooo, babe, I'm sorryyy.”

“Yeah, you are sorry and I don't deserve to be treated like this. If you don't trust me, then why are you with me?”

Matt tackled the other boy onto his bed. He straddled his waist and being careful of his cast,pinned his wrists to the bed. “You're right. And I'm sorry.”

“Matt, get off of me,” Jason hissed through a clenched jaw.

“Do you forgive me?”

“No!”

The boy leaned down and took one of the brunette's nipples into his mouth, giving it a firm suck before firmly nibbling. Jason pursed his lips to avoid letting out a moan, but by the way his body tensed, Matt knew that the boy enjoyed it. He made sure that nipple was nice and hard before moving to the other, scraping his teeth across the sensitive skin.

“Ow,” the brunette whimpered.

To combat the pain, Matt quickly massaged the nub with his tongue.

“Mmm.”

“Do you like that?”

“No,” he lied.

Matt grinned. “So stubborn.”

Jason stuck out his tongue and Matt swiftly detted the childlike notion by taking over the boy's mouth with his.

The brunette pulled away. “No, I'm mad at you.”

“Then let me make it up to you,” Matt whispered as he tenderly kissed the boy's bruised neck and collarbone.

“No.”

The boy moved down Jason's chest then to his stomach and waistline, leaving a trail of tender kisses then soft bites to counteract the pain. He knew that this drove the brunette crazy. “Yes.”

“N-No,” Jason murmured unconvincingly.

A smug grin spread across Matt's face as he finally released Jason's wrists to tug at his pants. The brunette consented by lifting his hips, allowing the boy to remove the jeans completely. “Your body says otherwise,” Matt said with a mischievous half smile as he eyed the boy's stiff cock.

“Shut up,” he groaned.

Matt obliged, gently kissing the tip of Jason's dick before removing his robe and boxers. He ripped open the foil condom packet open with his teeth. He gave his own cock a few strokes prior to sliding the condom onto his dick. Matt smoothed the last few droplets of lube that he carried in his wallet onto the condom before laying down next to Jason.

“What are you doing?” the brunette asked.

“Trying something new,” Matt whispered as he pulled Jason's leg over his own hip. The brunette attempted to turn his body to face the other boy, but Matt quickly protested. “No, no baby, stay on your back and I'm gonna- yeah like that,” he said as he intertwined their legs and pulled the boy close by the waist. “Are you ready?”

“Yeah…this is a little different, but I'm definitely ready.”

“Kiss me.”

Jason obliged, turning his head to meet the other boy's lips just as Matt slid his dick into the brunette's hole.

“Oh my God,” he gasped at the full feeling.

“Are you you okay?” Matt whispered against the boy's lips.

“Yeah, it just feels...deeper than usual.”

“Mhm, that's what Cosmo magazine said, that's why I wanted to try it.”

Jason giggled.

“We're always doing the rough and fast fucking, I wanted to make love this time.”

“Aww.” The brunette kissed him again while Matt slowly pulled out and pushed back in, gently tapping the boy's prostate and beyond. “Fuck,” he moaned. “I feel like you're touching my soul.”

Matt smiled and repeated the slow thrust. Then again and again, working up a sensual rhythm to the song that played as he continued to hold the boy close. As they kissed, Jason was convinced that it was the most intimate the couple had been in months and it made the warm euphoric tingling that began to build in his stomach all the more intense. He wrapped his hand around his cock, but before he could stroke himself, Matt pulled his hand away.

“Babee,” the brunette whined. “It's starting to ache,  I really need to cum.”

“You'll cum,” the boy assured, pulling back his hips then entering deep inside the brunette at the same melodic pace as he kissed his neck and gently scratched as along his waistline, effectively driving him crazy. Jason gripped Matt's hair with his good hand, moaning each time the boy pressed into him.

“Faster, baby,” he pleaded. “I can feel it coming.”

“Then be patient and let it come, Jason. It'll feel amazing,” Matt growled against the boy's neck, his warm breath offering another level of eroticism that Jason didn't know he needed until now.

“Fuck, Matt, you feel so good.”

Matt gently grabbed the brunette's jaw and guided him into a kiss before changing up the rhythm of his thrusts, entering the boy swiftly three times then twice slowly, repeating this pattern as Jason began to moan unintelligibly. The couple interlocked their bodies; the sheer feeling of love and tenderness that radiated between them was enough to send the warm tingles from the pit of Jason's stomach  to the rest of his body, bursting in little euphoric heat waves that made his body tremble.

“Oh my God,” Jason got out as he continued to convulse while cum spurted out of his throbbing cock. Matt quickly changed positions, flipping the boy onto his stomach before straddling his ass and thrusting into his hole. “Fuck!” the brunette blurted, holding onto the mattress as his boyfriend pounded him into it.

Matt knew that Jason was climaxing for a third time that night when the boy's ass tightened around his dick, forcing him into a mindblowing orgasm all his own. He moaned the brunette's name as he came in his hole, filling the condom with a load of hot cum. Matt leaned down and kissed his lover's shoulders until the boy's trembling began to ease. When it did, he pulled out, tied off the rubber prior to tossing it into the trash.

He collapsed onto the bed next to Jason and pulled the blanket up over both of them.

“I need a fucking cigarette,” the brunette jokingly exhaled. “We haven't made love like that since I lost my virginity.”

“Yeah,” Matt sighed. “It was pretty intense.” He pulled the boy into a cuddle and kissed his pouty lips. “Do you forgive me?”

“Mhmm. I love you.”

“I love you too, baby. And I do trust you.”

Jason didn't respond but Matt grabbed his hand which he knew would be numb from pleasure by now and kissed each finger, pausing when he saw the ring. “So you're gonna rock it on your left hand?” he asked excitedly.

“Only until my right hand heals,” the boy assured.

“That's fine by me,” Matt growled before smothering the boy in sloppy kisses. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

“Okay! okay!” Jason giggled. “I love you too.”

---

“Matty, Jason, come down for dinner!” Lisa chirped.

The sleeping couple grumbled.

“I made lasagna!”

“I'm not hungry,” Jason sighed.

“If we don't make an appearance, she'll come up here,” Matt groaned. “Come on, superstar,” he said as he slapped the other boy's ass.

“Fineee.”

The couple dragged themselves out of bed and put on random articles of Matt's clothing before making their way to the dining room. Everyone but Lisa was already seated at the table. The woman scurried about the kitchen, keeping herself busy so that she could be distracted enough to not cry again.

Matt pulled out Jason's chair and helped the boy into it. “Thank you,” he said as he slid in himself.

“What happened to your hand?” Josh asked, noticing the black cast for the first time.

“I punched a door,” he informed, doing his best to keep the chagrin at bay.

“I'd ask why but I know pop stars are into keeping your private lives private.”

“Pfft, I'll admit to being mad at this one and taking it out on the door,” he chuckled.

Josh laughed. “Classic.”

“Violence is the answer,” Lisa muttered as she approached. “You should've talked it out.”

“Yeah, but I was being a brat.”

“I can relate,” she sighed before sitting down. Her eyes were puffy and the tip of her nose was red.

“You alright, Mom?” Josh asked.

The woman nodded. “But I do have news. Um, David and I won't be seeing each other again.”

There was a collective gasp around the table.

“What happened?” Josh asked.

“I wasn't there for him when he needed me,” she sniffled, “so he called it off.”

Matt scowled. “He broke up with you?”

“Yes...you can celebrate now,” the woman attempted to joke but tears slid down her cheeks instead.

“Well yeah if you would've dumped him. He doesn't get to dump you, you're too good for that.”

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

“Now he and I have an even bigger issue.”

“Well, good luck acting on that. He's not coming to America any time soon.”

“Bitch ass,” the boy grumbled. “I'll fly out there.”

“No, you're coming to Vegas with me,” Jason  interjected.

“Re-Really? On your promo tour?”

“Yeah. You don't go back to school until the fifth. You can go with me. All of you guys should go.”

“That’d be pretty,” Lace admitted. “I've never been to Las Vegas.”

“Me either,” Josh added. “I've always wanted to test my luck at Black Jack.”

“Yaaas,” Jason cheered. “Let's do it. It'll be fun. What do you say, Lisa? You need a break more than us all and Vegas has amazing spas.”

“That sounds incredible,” she sniffled.

“Then it's settled. I'll call my manager after dinner and get you guys tickets.”

“Is Lucian going to be there?” Matt asked.

“Yes, but you'll both behave yourselves and we'll have a good time.”

The boy huffed. “Fine.”

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#letters fic #pearlet fanfiction