#I have a weak stomach so I'm probably gonna regret that.

[basicallysalad]

Help girl we're stuck in a candy store.

Yet another dumb frock fanfic by Basic lol.

"Alright little Timmy! Here comes the aeroplane!" The mother said as she moved the spoon of food towards the kiddo, but as the kid was about to eat the very yummy food,

*Thwack!*

The spoon was knocked out of the mothers hand by what seems to be a rubber band, worst thing yet, the food spilt on poor Timmy :( "OH DEAR!" The mother said as she quickly tries to wipe the stains.

From a nearby bush, a very evil laugh can be heard, "She never saw that coming! Oh and look at the little twerps face! Its PRICELESS!!" A certain yellowed faced jerk said as he cackles evilly once more. "Dude! Not cool, look how sad you made them," says a swell gravestone fellow hehe Im' having fun. "Well duh, that's the point! Its called a prank for a reason dude!" Frown said as he got out of the bush, Brock just rolls his eyes and gets up, it was just like any normal day really. Frown causes trouble and drags him along for the ride. Not that he doesn't like coming along, he loves tagging along to hang out with him. But maybe it'd be better if he would've told Brock it'd be a scheme thing. Cause he kinda doesn't like those lol.

"Well, that raps up my bucket list for today! Let's go home and celebrate my very awesome accomplishment!" The lil stinker said as he took out his car keys, "No way dude! You promised me we were gonna get me some snacks afterwards!" Brock said as he crosses his arms, clearly done with the others bullcrap probs, "Oh, yeah about that- can we get it another time? Its getting late and I'm pretty sure the stores are cl-" Frown stopped after noticing how upset Brock was, okay, if there was one person in this kingdom that he didn't want to see sad, it'd be Brock. I mean, they have a loonngg history together and as much as Frown may deny it, he kinda took a huge liking to Brock. Not in like, a lovey dovey way, like nooo pshh. No way. More like, a friend. Maybe. Frown just groaned and offers his hand to the other, "Fiiinnnee, we'll go get your stupid snacks.."

The other smiled brightly, so bright it was almost blinding. Brock grabbed frown and hugged him, even if frown absolutely hates it when he does lol. "Yayy! Thanks dude! It'll be super quick I promise." Frown just squirms in Brock's arms, of course he hates hugs. He was never a huge toucher. It was kinda nice though. But only when Brock does it if anyone else does he's choosing violence. "Yeah yeah whatever..now can you let me go?" Frown said being the lil grump he is. "Oh yeah- sorry-" he just drops the other down Man how do you elaborate. Then they just yeet to their car and vroom vroom to look for a store or something.

The traffic in the unikingdom wasn't as bad as the one in frowntown. Actually, it wasn't filled with traffic at all so they found a store pretty quickly. Speaking of the store, it was kinda like a mall but just a bit smaller. Think of the place to look like your local walmart. The place was loaded with lights which was just burning frowns retinas. He covers his eyes a bit from the lights. Sheesh, talk about over decorating. Brock just hops out of the car, "You wanna come with dude?" Seriously? Why ask that question in the first place? "NO!! The last thing I want is to be surrounded by a bunch of smelly idiots!" Frown said as he just sits in a more comfortable way in the car. "Pfft, of course. If you like, change your mind you can just go inside and look for me in the snack aisle. See ya dude!" Brock said as he waved bye bye to frown and went inside the walmart thing.

Okay so now frown's alone in the car park place. I mean, it was peaceful and quiet but he was bored out of his mind. Just looking at the people come in and out of the place wasn't very fun. Especially since he couldn't really like, terrorize any of them. He doesn't have the materials to do so. And then out of nowhere he gets the idea to hop out of the car and go look for something to do instead so he does exactly that. I mean he did find like, a giant rat just moving around and a bunch of people walking around and stuff but that wasn't very fun. So he just decides that it was too boring for him to stay and chooses to go inside the mall and hang out with Brock instead. It's at least less boring to be hanging out with your bro while shopping than it is to being alone in a car park.

Anyway he goes inside and looks around to see if he can find his buddy chum pal. Didn't take him long though cause a grey gravestone is very easy to spot in a vibrant background lol. He just runs over to Brock who was looking at a box of cereal and clings onto his arm. "Oh, hey dude. How'd staying in the car go?" Brock said as he puts the cereal in the lil cart thing he was holding. Frown just glares at him making the other chuckle, "it's okay dude. I mean now you can tag along with me so that might be more interesting for you."

"Actually it won't be that interesting. This was more of a last resort than anything! Don't think of this as anything else."

"Right, Gotcha. Oh by the way, which cereal do you think is better?"

And like that they were just chilling and shopping, nothing interesting enough that I can elaborate on. Until they stumbled upon the "toy" aisle. At that time it was pretty late, most people have gone home and stores near the area were being closed. Only like, a couple more were open. "Why are we even here? Aren't we just getting snacks?" Frown said as he crosses his arms grumpily, dude just wants to go home already. "Just a sec dude, I gotta look for something really REALLY important!" Brock was just looking through a bunch of shelves filled with lil cartoon figure thingies. He's a sucker for those. Frown never understood why he liked them cause you know, they're just toys that take up more space in their room than necessary. "Ugh! Just get the stupid toy already!" "Hey! Rude, it's not stupid it's valuable." "Ugh whatever! Just get the stinkin' thing and let's get outta h-"

And boom, before frown could finish his sentence the lights were off. Like, they were gone. Blooped. It was dark. And frown was a huge scaredy cat so as soon as that happened he immediately clung onto whatever was near to him, which was Brock lol. Brock blushed a bit and pats his roommates head to sorta comfort him? it was working so whatever heh, "WHAT HAPPENED TO THE LIGHTS?!-" frown said in fear, the grip he had on the other becoming more and more tighter, "Its okay dude chill- lets just go look for a worker or something and ask them about this?" Brock said he tried to loosen the grip the other had on him.

After a bit frown finally came to his senses and let go of his roommate and turned away from him, possibly to hide his face which was tinted with some pink blush. Brock chuckled a bit and held his friends non existent shoulder, "Pfft- its alright dude there's nothing wrong with being a lil scaredy cat," Brock said teasingly, frown just turns around with the regular ol' frown on his face as usual and smacked Brock's hand off him looking at his direction, "Wha- NO WAY!! I wasn't scared you were- ugh- whatever let's just get out of here already-" frown said as he grabbed onto Brock's hand and pulled it with him.

After a while of walking in the dark and getting nowhere, "Dude? do you even know where you're going?" Brock asked frown who just groans and sits on the ground all angry and stuff. After frown was done throwing his fit, they decided to just hang around in the food aisle thing whatchamacallit. The food was just there on the shelves for free and there's no one to stop them so,, they just took some and ate it. "Soo,, you have any ideas?" Brock said as he ate a chocolate bar, frown just shrugs and drinks his coffee, "Its pointless anyway, NOBODY is gonna be here to help us! so we're just stuck in this- place, with everything we need, all for free, and we can't afford usually,,," Frown said as he came to the realization and looked at his roommate with an evil lil smile on his face.

Brock just raised an eyebrow at that, "What?" Frown went over to Brock and put his arm around him, "Don't you realize this dude? We have ALL this stuff to ourselves now!!" Brock wasn't to sure about that, being the good lil boy he was, stealing stuff wasn't really his forte. "I dunno dude, wouldn't that be like, stealing?" Brock said touching both his non existent fingers together. "Uh, duh! that's the point!" frown said as he rolled his eyes. "Don't worry about it, it'll be fine! no one's here anyway!" Frown said trying to reassure his friend. It took a bit, but Brock soon agreed to it. "Fine, but you better promise not to go too overboard on this."

Frown just made a lil victory gesture of sort which if you asked Brock, he'd call it pretty adorable. sometimes the reason why he even agrees to stick around with frown on these types of schemes is cause he likes seeing his friend all happy and excited, its nice. now that might make him sound like a bad person but can you really blame him? he's been crushing on frown for YEARS after all. Suddenly brock's daydreaming is interrupted by frown waving his hand in front of his face, "Uhh, dude? you dead or something?" "Oh- Oh uh- no- lets just go-" Brock said as he got up. Frown just brushed that off, it probably wasn't anything too important anyway.

Frown first started with the aisle they were in first. He took some cookies and a few sodas and put it in a basket (which he also stole). Brock wasn't really keen on the idea of taking the stuff. So he decided to watch over Frown and making sure he is um. Tamed? Picture it like making sure your dog stays on a leash and doesn't tear up your flower patch. Frown started giggling like an idiot at how evil he felt in that moment. He'd never stolen so much from a store as he was then, "Gosh the store is so gonna be bankrupt with all the stuff I'm taking!" you can insert another evil giggle here. Gosh, he loves that idiot. Brock keeps repeating that in his head everytime they go out and do this kind of stuff. But really, It's the truth. He'd never loved someone more than frown. If only he could just hold him in a more, loving way. As they maybe, sit on the couch. Watching a romantic movie. Well- they already do that but in more of a platonic movie night between friends way. He doesn't mind it of course but really, he could only yearn to be viewed as more than friends by his roommate. To be fair, frown is either ignoring his feelings or is just that dense and to be fair, he hopes for the latter. His daydreaming was cut short when frown accidentally dropped something he was holding. once he looked back at frown (in a less lovey state) only to find he had taken way more than he could carry. "DUDE THAT IS WAY TOO MUCH." Brock said, clearly that won't be able to fit in their car.

"Ugh it'll be FINEEE. We can make room and push it in." Frown said as he puts the overflowing basket down to stretch out his back a bit. carrying all that stuff was already doing bad things to his back. gosh, aging sucks. Brock just looks at him with a sorta 'I'm so done with you' look, but it was more softer of course. "Yeah right, and people wouldn't expect a thing when we're driving through the highway with a car full of items?" Frown stood there and thought a little. Okay, as rare as it is for this to happen, he might've overlooked that one. he groaned in an annoyed tone, "Fine whatever." He crossed his arms in a lil grumpy way which made brock wanna absolutely squish his cheeks. which he did. "Dawwww, don't be a lil grumpster now. Tell you what, how about instead of stealing, we just go and have fun in this place instead?" frown swatted his hands away from his face and looked at him angrily before thinking for a sec, "What kind of fun?" he said crossing his arms and looking unintrigued at Brock.

"Well I saw that there was a furniture aisle with tons of cool stuff to mess around with so like-"

"Ooohh!! Good idea! I could try and mess up the items and put them in the wrong places!! The employes are gonna be soo mad tomorrow!" frown said, interrupting Brock (rude) and doing that weird chuckle thing he did in the show when he has a dumb idea. FYI this wasn't what Brock was planning on saying btw. "Oh um, sure i guess. If you want." Brock said a little upset. He felt a little feeling of disappointment in his guts. Mainly cause he was mostly planning on just relaxing with frown there. But you know what, whatever it is makes frown happy, he goes with it. as long as nobody gets hurt of course.

"Well? What're you waiting for?! Come on!" Frown said impatiently, tapping his nonexistent foot on the ground and crossing his arms.

"O-oh- right- come on, follow me."

After a bit of just walking they finally arrived at the aisle and boy was Brock not kidding when he said there was tons of cool stuff in there. cause there was like, TONS OF COOL STUFF IN THERE. Frown's eyes had the lil hint of excitement in them. mostly he had the evil look though of course. he immediately began to unplug the tv's and move the vacuums to the blender section. Brock just lightly chuckled at how excited he was at just messing up the place. Though the lil feeling of disappointment was still churning in his guts. He felt as if he kinda screwed up a perfect opportunity. He tried not to overthink that fact too much. He'd only started feeling this feeling now which was weird to him. guess the darkness is really starting to set a mood in him or something. especially since it's just them. Alone. Brock went over the the beds part of the aisle and flopped onto one. he couldn't sleep obviously, not without his nighty night kiss. but it felt nice to lay down finally after standing and sitting all night.

Meanwhile frown was having the time of his life. He decided he was gonna misplace the pillows from the sofas. He laughed evily at the monstrosity of a sofa he had created. A grey sofa with bright neon yellow and pastel green pillows on each end, along with a bright blue blanket. Could bring tears to the eyes even, whether it be negatively or positively. Other than that he also misplaced multiple appliances in the place. He let out a content sigh, "Would you look at that dude! You could say I really outdid myse-" as he went to nudge his roommate, he realized he wasn't there hah moron. "wha- Brock?" Frown called out to his roommate. Brock never answered which compelled frown to go look for him. It's unlikely he got hurt. I mean, how could he. They're just in a mall after all.

After a while of just mindless walking, he finally saw Brock laying on one of the beds in the bed aisle. Frown felt a little angry that he didn't respond to his call earlier and decides to give him a little surprise instead.

Frown picked up a pillow and slowly tip toed his way towards Brock who looks a little dazed? Whatever it is, but he's definitely distracted. Maybe he took a nap. Frown just decided to not think too much of that. He smacked the pillow at Brock. Who jolted up in shock. Brock turned around towards frown and pulled him onto the bed.

"You little sucker!" Brock said lightheartedly as he held frown tightly. Like a bear hug maybe. Frown struggled to free himself for quite a while until he decided to just relax and lay in Brock's arms to the others surprise. Brock let go of frown who just slowly slid down Brock's chest which made him wiggle a bit from the weird feeling. He liked it though.

Frown then got up and looked at Brock with old grumpy expression. "What're you even doing here dude? It's so boring." Frown said as he crosses his arms and scoots closer to the edge of the bed. Brock couldn't just tell him 'oh I came here to try and distract myself from my fat crush on you!' no way. "Oh I uh, just came here to lay down, that's all." Brock said as he did the awkward gesture of rubbing his nonexistent neck. Frown looked at him in the eyes which made Brock look away immediately in response. Frown felt a bit uneasy about that. A feeling he feels so rarely he forgot how it felt. He felt bad. He knew that something was bothering him, but he can't really muster up the courage to try and ask him about it. His pride won't let him. But he knew if he didn't do anything about it, Brock would just continue to be upset and he wouldn't want that. After a solid minute of back and forth he decided to just shut out his thoughts completely.

Brock felt that the silence was a bit awkward and decided to turn back to frown to apologize. he assumed that maybe frown would be looking away grumpily and crossing his arms, waiting for an apology as usual. But this time, he was met with a much more, warmer presence. And by that I mean frown grabbed him by the sides and went in for the kiss. Brock was first overwhelmed by shock as his eyes widen by the sudden kiss but as time went on he slowly melted into it. It was a rare for frown to engage in physical touch like this. let alone a kiss that lasted longer than 5 seconds. They weren't going super hard at it or anything, it's just, a light kiss. but it was longer. after a minute frown pulled away. Brock looked at him and chuckled a bit, "Duuudee, what's with the sudden kiss?" Frown blushed after realizing what he did. How was he gonna come up with an excuse now. "WH- WELL- I-" he stuttered struggling to come up with a working sentence, his mind was practically just a blur at that point. Brock smiled gently at the other and grabbed frown by the place where his hips would be and placed him on his lap. they were in a sorta cuddle situation which made frown start to heat up from being flushed and somewhat anger too. but mostly being flushed.

"Well, if that was your own way of trying to cheer me up then, congratulations dude! You definitely did." Brock said breaking the silence. Frown wiggled a bit in the others grip, which made the other let him go. It wasn't cause he was uncomfortable or anything. He just, felt a bit restless. Especially since he suddenly has the blaring thought of him and Brock doing more gross lovey dovey stuff together, yuck. Maybe it's the darkness of the room or something, it's making him feel more mushy than before. author has no idea why he wanted to write him like this. Brock felt like he had to say something anything when all of the sudden, "Hey, dude?- I um- know this sounds super dumb but do you want to,,, uh-" Frown trailed off as he looked at Brock who was blushing as his eyes sparkled in a way that made frown's heart race and words to be stuck in his throat. He can't tell if that's part of his imagination or not. His face completely red as heart sparkle matter matter started to fling out all over the place. Brock knew exactly what's going on now which made him blush deeply as well. He brought up a hand to cover his mouth to hide his goofy lil smile. His heart pounding in his chest. Holy crap it's happening. But as he looked at frown, he looked like he had just malfunctioned. Brock chuckled as he leaned towards frown and firmly held frown's face as he kissed him. Frown returned it pretty quickly as he closed his eyes shut and grabbed brock by the sides.

This time, their kiss was much more deeper. Not deep enough to be considered anything sensual. After a minute or two, they finally pull away panting a bit. Brock looked at frown who seemed a bit dazed like he was just in a trance of sort. "h-hubba hubba!-" Frown blurted out which made Brock burst out laughing. Frown snapped out of it finally after that and immediately felt mortified at what he just said. He started smacking brock to silence him but that does nothing. Which makes Frown just grumpily look away from him. After a bit Brock finally calmed down a bit, "Pfft- wow dude- didn't expect YOU out of all people to say THAT-" Brock said trying to control himself, frown was still a grumpy about that which made Brock scoot closer to him an poke him playfully. "Naawwhh don't be such a grump noww. I thought it was pretty cute dude!" Brock teased lightheartedly. Frown stared back at Brock still with a frown plastered on his face. Brock pinched his cheeks a bit. "Oh cheer up maann, you know I'm just messing with you. Now come on, let's go watch a movie or something!" Brock said holding his hand out to Frown who sighs and takes it.

They managed to get the display tvs on and watched the amazing bulk together. Brock felt Frown's head fall on his nonexistent shoulder, Brock smiled softly as he turned of the tv. poor dude, must've been all tuckered out after all that scheming lol. Brock kissed him goodnight since he already got his nighty night kiss earlier. he fell asleep right there too.

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"Hey,"

"HEY!"

The both of them were awoken by the sound of someone yelling, as they look around, the place was all bright again and they surrounded by staff members of the store. And they did not look happy.

Frown blinked for a bit adjusting to the brightness before his expression became more crossed.

"shoot."

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This thing has been rotting in my drafts for too long.

Take it away from me.

#making a frock fanfic is a yearly thing for me #also I wrote this within the gap of a year #the first part was from last year #the last part was written at 4am after pulling an all nighter and completely relying on monster for energy #I'm insane #I know #I have a weak stomach so I'm probably gonna regret that. #okay I'm done #unikitty #unikitty! #master frown #master frown unikitty #unikitty master frown #brock unikitty #unikitty brock #frock #frock unikitty #unikitty frock #I seriously hate this #I'm sorry lol

[peaky-shelby]

Bulldog | Mbappe x Reader

Requested by @mrs-bellingham : "I’m not saying it was a good idea, I'm saying I snapped"

Writer's note: originally requested for Virgil Van Dijk, thank you for letting my change it into kylian again and sorry. For future requests if anyone is wondering for now I'm writing for Kylian, neymar, hakimi, Bellingham and Mason. You can always request with other players but it just isn't certain I'll do it. Love you all xx

Maybe it’s not that bad, I thought to myself. Pacing back and forth on the changing rooms, if it were any other time I would hate being there. The strong perfumes always made my stomach twist and turn I hated it but right now something else was making my stomach twist and turn which I hated even more. I rubbed my face with my hands, like it was a lamp and I could wish for time to get back and I could stop him from doing what he did but time seemed to be remaining painfully slow and moving forward. I was panicking, exaggerating, making a bid deal out of nothing-

“We have a problem-“ Kylian walked in behind you, opening and closing the door quickly, pretty much ruining all my hopes that it was all in my head. I turned around to face him, holding my hands in fists. I had been dealing with the drama that came with being friends with Kylian pretty well, I had accepted it, along with the constant following of the paparazzi. When you started dating you both tried to kept it a secret for as long as he could and it seemed to be working out until-

“You punched the fucking guy in the face-“

“I know!” he said, raising his hands, like he was being called by a referee for a foul.

“Oh you know?” I asked, mocking him “that sucks because I would prefer for you to tell me you were hypnotized or something.”

“How would that be better?”

You reached down at one of the benches, snatching the closest thing you could find which was a psg shirt and threw at him “how Is just punching a guy out of the blue a better idea?”

“Hey!” he held the shirt in his hands “I never said it was a good idea. I’m saying I snapped!”

“couldn’t you have snapped at a wall or something?”

“They guy was taking pictures of us! Why are you mad at me?” he yelled back. I took a deep breath in and sat on the nearest bench, holding my head in my hands, fearing that it might even explode. I heard him sighing and cursing until he sat next to me. I couldn’t even look at him, I was feeling all sorts of emotions, fearing for tomorrow’s headlines and articles, the impact it would have on his public figure. “I’m sorry” he mumbled; I knew how hard it must have been for him to do. I titled my head to look at him, he was staring at the floor. “I thought I could get the camera and the pictures would never be leaked- I was trying to save it as much as I could-“

“Famous last words.” I joked and looked away again.

“I know what these pictures of us making out seeing the light is gonna do to you, I wanted to stop him.”

“You broke his jaw.”

“That’s-“ he searched for the right words “I didn’t break his jaw. He is overreacting. I’ve had tougher hits on the field”

“I’m pretty sure he was bleeding-“

“The floors are red you wouldn’t know if he was bleeding-“

You looked a him shocked about to laugh “That’s what you’re going with?”

“Listen he’ll be fine, ok? Will this be a story? Maybe-“

“Definitely” you corrected.

“Probably. Will I need to pay for his doctor appointments in the near future?”

“Absolutely.”

“Do I regret it?”

“I hope so!”

“No.” he answered bluntly. I was taken aback by how serious he looked, like he was making a confession that if it came down to it, he would do it again. “Hey look at me.” He placed his hand on my cheek, his touch was doing things to me without even trying. He pushed my hair behind my ear, smiling because he knew that always made me weak. “That guy said things about you, he took inappropriate pictures of you without your permission, I’d knock him out again if I had to.” I couldn’t help but feel love him in that moment, the way his eyes fell on me sent shivers down my spine. Like I was his and only his and no one else was allowed to even look at me without his permission. I leaned in and kissed him, a sloppy kiss, that would give him the reward he deserved for protecting me.

“My loyal bulldog, biting anyone that gets close enough.” You whispered in his lips.

“Damn right!” he replied, pushing me back on the bench so he’d be laying on top of me, kissing my cheek and then my neck, leaving a small bite on my skin, that made me laugh. “Sometimes biting you too” he said, making me laugh even more. He slipped his hands under my shirt, his hands on my skin finding their place on my waist. Getting caught on the hallways obviously taught us nothing because we were about to finish what we started and we would have if the door didn’t crack open, making us both jump on our feet.

“OH!” said Neymar disgusted closing his eyes “You guys wanna get a room or something- for fuck’s shake.” He opened his eyes slowly, making sure no one was naked “Coach wants to see you. Now.”

“Merde…” He looked at me, a sympathetic expression on his eyes and gave me one last kiss “I love you.”

“Love you too Kyky.”

“Yeah, have fun in there-“ he patted Kylian In the back, while I stood back watching him leave. I looked up at Ney, worried.

“Is he gonna be ok?”

“He’s gonna get a good yelling but he will survive don’t worry.” He looked at me smiling “are you gonna be, ok?”

“Sure.”

I went home without him and waited for him to return. Turns out he had been benched for next game, coach wasn’t happy for his reaction at all but Kylian seemed pretty chilled, despite the consequences. We cuddled on the couch, my head on his chest, his hand messing with my hair while I slowly fell asleep in his arms. “Thank you” I whispered, getting his attention. He looked down at me confused and I raised my head as much as I could to look at him “I didn’t say thank you or sorry.”

“For what?” he asked, almost laughing at my sudden gratitude or apology.

“For what you did for me.”

He smiled, his hand slipping on my cheek, his entire palm covering it “No need to thank me. You said it yourself I’m your bulldog. I was born to protect you.”

My face fell back on his chest, while I blushed and I hugged him as tight as I could, making sure he wasn’t just a dream.

#kylian mbappe #mbappe imagines #mbappé #mbappe x reader #mbappe #neymar one shot #neymar imagines #neymar x reader #neymar jr

[ladylooch]

I cannot stop thinking about waking up the morning after a long night full of very steamy sexual activities with Brady, and him just being so sweet and affectionate like isn't it the cutest

I'm down bad for Brady Skjei

A/N: This is a productive use of your brain capacity. I approve! I totally agree there is something about him that is... just... HOT. Like, fuck me sideways HOT.

I immediately went to a night after you tried some experimental things in the bedroom. Like maybe it was a little rough and wild, but tbh use your imagination. He wakes up and wants to make sure you’re okay/don’t have regrets. 

Word Count: 536

Warnings: Implied smut, swearing

Fingers rub along the bare skin of your abdomen on a Winter morning in North Carolina. It’s cold this morning, even below freezing, and the chill coming from the windows seeps beneath the sheets, puckering your skin. The feather light touches aren’t helping either. A shiver rolls down your spine and you slide back, pushing your butt further into the hips behind you.

A soft grunt of appreciation moves your hair. Those fingers on your abdomen run up further, then dance across the Hurricanes logo on your chest. 

“Wake up.” Brady murmurs. 

“I’m up.” You say back to him. Your voice sounds shy even to your ears. Probably because of the various touches Brady’s fingers remind you of. Words and noises and positions happened last night that you’ve never done together before. Ignited by two bottles of red wine and a bubble bath, you two indulged in each other well into the early hours of this morning. As if on cue, a dull ache settles between your legs as you move to stretch your calves. 

“Good, I miss you.” He says against the back of your neck. He moves your hair away, letting his generous lips wet the surface. He presses into your stomach so he can enjoy the friction of your cheeks against him. “Last night…” He trails off with a moan.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. You gonna let me do those things to you again?” His teeth scrape against your shoulder. Your eyes close, melting further into his body with a content sigh.

“Mmm, depends?”

“On?” His voice is desperate.

“If you make me bacon for breakfast.” He smiles, like it’s easy. Then his grin falls in despair.

“We don’t have any in the fridge.”

“Freezer?” You’re hopeful, wishing you had thought of something you knew you had like coffee.

“Maybe, but if we don’t I’ll run to the store.” You laugh at the determined look that takes over his face. 

“Mmm, I don’t know if that’s going to work.”

“Babe.” He whines, almost choking on his breath. “Don’t do this to me.” Your body shakes with your laughter.

“You’re so weak, Skjei.”

“I’ll be anything you want me to be if it means I get to have all of that again.”

“Start with the bacon.” You joke, rolling to get off the bed. You stretch your arms above your head, a moan coming from your throat at the feeling of your muscles releasing. Brady rises too, watching the way your shirt rides up, giving him little peaks of skin. 

“Hey.” He stops you with a hand around your hip at the bedroom door, nudging his thick thigh in front of you to halt your progress. He leans his forehead close to yours, looking deep into your eyes. “Last night was okay?”

“Way better than okay, Brads.” You confirm, pressing your mouth to his. His hands glue you to his body. “I want all of that with you again.” He grins, pleased with your respond.

“Later. But first, bacon!” He cheers, ducking down to throw a shoulder into your thighs, tossing you so you hang down his back. You smack his ass hard as he moves down the stairs, your hair dragging across the carpeted stairs with each bounce.

#brady skjei #Brady Skjei x reader #Brady skjei blurb #Carolina hurricanes #hockey writing #NHL fan fiction #my writing #writing request

[gurugirl]

hi! same anon about the boyfriend who broke up with me. can i be 🍸 anon? i've been drinking my weight in vodka lately to drown my sorrows so a dirty martini emoji might just be for me. 😭

the ex called me yesterday after i posted a selfie on ig. i knew i was looking fly so i had to post it. did i do it so he'd see it and feel like he'd made a mistake? yes. a little. but also i was just really cute last night with my new haircut and color (some highlights) and I was wearing this dress i hadn't worn in forever.

anyway... the asshole called me an hour later and apologized about how it ended so he wound up coming over and we fucked 😫 i know it was a bad idea. and we aren't back together or anything either. he just came to "apologize" he said and then he like had me on the couch and kissed me and i just didn't stop it. and i really liked it though.

you know how i said he was boring? well. he wasn't boring last night. he ate me out (first time ever) and i didn't cum but then he begged me to let him fuck me and i really liked him begging me cause i told him no but he was like holding onto my dress and pushed his face into my stomach and begged me and i felt so powerful. but i know i was actually just weak but he fucked me so good and i came so hard.

i don't know what to do. i was gonna wait to start up my dating profile again but now he's gone and fucked me proper and i'm confused. i haven't even heard from him today at all.

and my boss was really nice to me. told me i did well on fixing the issue at work and then bought me a starbuck's coffee just now 😭

i'm in the bathroom sending this to you while i'm at work. i was gonna tell my bff about my ex but she's going to kill me and figured i'd send this to you first and see what you think. she's gonna kill me isn't she?

what do i do guru? i'm not getting back with my ex. i still hate him right now but my brain is all messed up after last night. i sound crazy and i'm really not.

Hi babe! Yes you can be the dirty martini emoji 🍸

Yay about your boss! Sounds like you worked out the issue :)

So, you have gotten yourself into quite the conundrum with your ez. I cannot say I've not dealt with what you're going through, though. I've hooked up with a few ex's before. And the only thing I can really say is that it never winds up being a happy ending. Not for me anyway.

I feel like your ex was regretting breaking up with you and since you two are familiar and are used to one another he probably just figured he'd test it out. It's actually not that uncommon to have sex with an ex. It's not a great idea, but humans are like that - we are full of bad ideas and can be messy.

Don't worry too much about it, don't beat yourself up over it - and I know that's easier said than done but you can look at it like this... you got a little closure, you know he still thinks you're hot and now you know he kind of regrets letting you go. But he did let you go, so that part you need to hold on to and remember.

And just because he was a little more adventurous last night (girl that was the first time he EVER ate you out and you didn't drop his ass from the start?) doesn't mean he'd continue that. It was hot, spur of the moment sex with an ex thing.

I would also say it might be too soon to start up your dating profile yet. You literally just got out of this relationship. Give yourself some time to be single. If it happens it happens! Just go out and have fun.

As for your bff... if she knows the story then yeah, she might be disappointed but she's your bff for a reason. She's gonna love you and tell you her thoughts openly. She'll probably also be able to offer better advice than I can since she knows you.

Don't stress. Don't call him or text him. Just think of it as your closure and you do your best to move on and live your life.

Good luck, babe!! xoxo

#ask #🍸 anon

[docglitch]

I'm a Bartender, I don't tend to your heart

Authors note: this is my second time posting my writing, please be kind. I'm gonna post stuff like this haphazardly, so please let me know if you want more.

Word count: 3.9k

Warnings: Mentions of memory loss, being the therapist, etc. Let me know if there are any more!

Jazz music served as background noise as waiters scurried to and from their tables and the kitchen, trying to meet the demand of this particularly busy night. I kept the glasses filled up at the bar, making speed a priority rather than quality or preciseness. The residents didn’t seem to mind, all too engrossed in their own affairs or getting shitfaced to get over the tragedy that was their place among the hero rankings.

Working at a hero’s only bar was certainly an ideal job to anyone taking it at face value, with the rather high pay and the experience of meeting such established heros. However, newbies soon realize that the lavish job was met with a lot of hours and long nights, paired with the high ranking heros they were hoping to meet turning out to be the ones in the low levels trying to kill time and drink away their sorrows. Whenever a well known hero comes in, it's always just to talk with the other heros while brushing off the staff. The “job of broken dream” is how it’s referred to by staff. Oh well, it pays and I only have to take orders. What else could I ask for?

“Bartender, refill!” I looked over to the source of the voice, taking in a sharp inhale when I saw it was a young hero already looking like a tomato and a little drool coming from the end of his mouth. I took the drink, and made it, making sure the alcohol balance was skewed and not as much as it was before, policies be damned.

This was another reason the turnover rate was so high here. Due to our non-disclosure agreements, when drunk, many heros either were mean or sometimes cried out their sob stories while their glass caught their tears. You could see the physical exhaustion on them and many newbies were crushed under the pressure of newfound responsibilities, being scrutinized under the public and dealing with the piranhas that are the media and paparazzi.

They regularly grace the staff with tales of woe as they cry into their glasses, making every detail graphic, making the weak stomached take their breaks early to throw up or break down. I myself have had to comfort a hero while they told their experiences, and it makes me sad, but not for them.

I feel sorry for the people who have them as their hero, knowing how much weight they already have on their shoulders, I’m sure they won’t stop til they are killed or just snap.

The noise of the ticket machine brought me back to reality. I walked over and groaned at the order.

Surprise me ;)

I felt my blood start to rise in temperature, crinkling the ticket and ultimately scrunching it into a ball. These types are the most infuriating to deal with.

I could have dealt with a ‘surprise me’ drink and done something simple, but to add a winky face as if I had the time to make your drink perfect as I hope you come up to talk to me and say how good the drink was? Oh hell no, you try this at peak season, you get the worst. I nudged my co-worker as she passed by, giving her an evil grin. She immediately knew what was happening and went to get our “special” mix.

She came back with the bottle as I poured ice in our tallest glass, and her eyes widened

“You really gonna give ‘em that much?”

“Why, of course! One sip, and he’ll probably regret it and order another drink, and if he’s stupid, he’ll go to the hospital. Worst case: He tells the boss, I'll get another warning to add to the pile and they’ll let me stay on since they know they can’t lose me,” I said gleefully, a smile mile wide.

“… I’ll get one of the waitstaff to take over here so you can take your break.”

“Much appreciated.”

The order was sent out, and I clocked out for my break. I took residence in the storage room and plugged in my headphones to try and block out the noise. I scrolled through the photos and such from my camera roll, making mental notes on the ones I don't remember taking when no alcohol was involved. I clicked on a video, and smiled as my little nephew looked in complete admiration at the computer screen covered in random letters and numbers, exclaiming.”I CAN READ THIS!I KNOW WHAT THIS DOES!”. He found his quirk, lucky one.

My smile fell when I realized why I couldn't remember this happening. I sighed as I turned off my phone. My quirk was a good thing, it helps me. But, I hate that I lose valuable memories because of it. One hard drive and ‘poof’, it’s all gone.

My phone went off, taking me from my thoughts. I looked at the screen, and furrowed my brow.

I opened the message, and became even more confused.

Soooo… you remember ‘:)’ guy? He just downed half of the special mix and wants to talk to the one who made it. Btw, maaaaajjjoor cutie and I’ll take GLADY him if you don’t want him.

Bitch how????

IDK????

OMG HES COMING OVER GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE

Mf- Fine, omw.

I stuffed my phone in my pocket and booked it out of the storage closet, turning the corner and dusting off my uniform. I walked behind the bar, taking a ticket and busing myself with the drink. My coworker slinked up to me and nodded in the direction of the other end of the bar. I looked over and scanned at the gentle man up and down. Black spiked hair, black eyes, pale skin, little black vest covering his pectorals and only those, muscular, black elbow braces and green weights on his hands. His name clicked when I noticed the green motif n his vest.

“What’s the fuss, that’s just Grand.” I stated, focusing back on the drink.

“Wow, you have no taste.”

“He’s a hero, a customer. You know my policy.”

“Uggghhh, you’re such a bore. Welp, you forfeited him.”

She strutted and began to chat up the young hero. I rolled my eyes, finishing the drink and looking over his info on the tablet.

Hero name:Grand

Real name: Shindo Yo

Times he visited: 1

Ah, fresh meat. That won’t last long. As I added his ticket to his profile, my co worker stomped back, and stood by the corner, arms crossed and pouting.

“What’s wrong princess? He wasn’t your prince?” I quipped.

“Shut up. He was an asshole. You two would be a match made in heaven.”

“Thanks, but no thanks.”

I scooched her from the ticket machine, and breathed smirked when there were no tickets left. I looked at the clock. Fifteen more minutes till shifts end. I was outta here! I grabbed an empty glass and started to wipe it down with a towel to get the time to go by faster. I was so close I could hear my bed calling me-

“Excuse me, are you the one who made my drink?”

Well that certainly wasn't my bed that time.

I turned to see the asshole who my coworker was just complaining about. On the inside I was seething. On the outside, I put on my best customer service smile to hide my displeasure.

“I sure am! How can I help ya?” I asked.

“First, drop the act. I know when people are faking it.” He said, leaning over the counter with his arms on the table.

I sighed and dropped the smile, mustering my best resting bitch face.

“Ok, what do you want?”

“Oh,nothing just to give my compliments!” His smile as he said that seemed sincere, but it didn’t reach his eyes. Hell is should've if he's been drinking that shit all night.

I took a good look at him, scanning him up and down, from the top of his coal hair to his defined abs-

Nope! Focus.

I needed to get out of this situation as fast as possible.

“Uh-huh, well if that was all, thank you and I need to get going-”

“And I have a question.” He interrupted me.

Dammit.

I pinched the bridge of my nose, taking a peek at my watch. To my dismay, I still had thirteen minutes left of my shift.

“Fine, spill.”

“How did someone like you get into working with these low lifes?” He said, gesturing to the crowd of heroes downing drink after drink to get through the night.

Aren't they technically your colleagues? What does that make you?

I pushed that thought aside, I already gave him a bad drink, no need to add more kindle to the fire.

“I got accepted when I applied.” I said, deadpan. He burst out laughing, leaving me bewildered.

“Oh, I’m sorry, what I meant was that your talent seems… unused here" he clarified, taking another sip of his drink. I shuddered, wondering how the hell he can handle that stuff.

"I'm not sure what you mean by 'talent' sir. I'm just a bartender."

He shook his head, smirking as he looked me dead in the eyes.

"What can you tell me about myself? What do you think of me?"

Well that was straightforward. Oh well, he asked for it.

"You're a smartass who likes to pretend he's chill so people let their guard down around you. You always have a smile but constantly scan your surroundings in case of trouble. You have no filter and couldn't give two shits of you hurt someone's feelings. And you always try to get what you want, even at the expense of the people around you. Did I forget to say you're an ass?" I stated, taking an empty glass off the counter and putting it in the sink.

He let out a low whistle, taking another sip of his drink.

"Well, I shouldn't have been too surprised that you were blunt. I like that." He began to tap his fingers on the counter, mimicking the beat of the song playing.

"It would be a shame if someone got to you before I did." He missed, still tapping his fingers.

Please don't elaborate please don't elaborate pleas-

"Especially since it's a cutie like you." He finished, downing the rest of his drink and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

Dammit-

"Listen sir, I don't date customers."

"Oh, is that part of the policy?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes, my policy."

He sat there regarding me for a few seconds as I stood there,

"Oh well, then I guess I won't be a customer anymore." He said, getting up and walking out. I stood there looking at the door. Where was the sike? I looked at my watch again and saw I was finally free. I booked it out of there, walking to the train station and looking through my missed messages.

BITCH YOU DID NOT JUST LEAVE AFTER THAT.

Shit, I forgot she was there and listening like the nosy ass she is.

After what?

YOU KNOW DAMN WELL. HE LITERALLY FLIRTED WITH YOU, DO YOU WANT TO DIE ALONE???

I groaned and rubbed my temples. A headache was coming on, I could feel it.

And have a hero as a boyfriend? No, you have seen how they are when the windows are closed. I’m not going down that path.

Well, you could have gone on one and seen~~

… You forget I'm not into hookups.

She quit responding after that, and I sat in peace while on the train, scrolling aimlessly through social media when a certain video popped up

EXCLUSIVE: GRAND TELLS ALL

I rolled my eyes, but my interest was piqued. I clicked on it and went down to the comments and seeing what they were saying.

Oh boy he's gonna get mail flooded after this

HE BROKE UP WITH HER??? AFTER 6 YEARS?

Did anyone else notice the smirk and pause after the interviewer asked if he's looking to date again?

Don't mind me just *already writing fanfic*

…Shit. I knew he was in a relationship but I wasn't gonna bring it up, I was gonna tell his girlfriend anonymously though. I facepalmed, dragging my hand down my face as I groaned. This wasn't gonna end well.

—

Did this man really take me seriously?

I scrubbed away at the glass with the towel, trying to zone out. It was Wednesday, notorious for slow days and even slower shifts. It also been a month since my run in with Grand and from his account, he hasn't been back. My co-worker has pointed out that this means he's serious but I just flip her off and continue my job.

"You know, he could have been different." She said, whipping down the counter.

"And he could have put up a front to trick me and leave me as the therapist like most of these heros already do," I shot back, putting the glass down and grabbing another

"You don't know that-"

"Yes I do. They do the same shit. They all break at some point and have some else pick up the pieces because that's all they can do in this god forsaken country," I snapped, glaring at her as she shut up. She looked down and continued with the counter as I cleaned the glass.

I wasn't going to let someone rope me in. Not at all.

The phone rang. I walked over and picked it up.

"It's time." The voice on the other side said. I sighed, put down the glass and towel. My colleague gave me a pitiful look as I walked around to the back. I went up to the office where my boss was waiting. He slid over the CD, patiently waiting. I put my hand on the disc and closed my eyes, letting go. All the memories from the past month flew into the device. All of them. It felt like getting my mind wiped clean, running through the washer to skate everything out.

I opened my eyes and nodded. My boss took back the CD and waved me out of the room. I felt my head become lighter, but my heart felt heavy for some reason. I would have to ask my brother about it. Or consult my journal.

On cue as I walked back behind the bar, my co-worker handed me a little leather book. I leafed through the pages and saw something peculiar.

"What happened with this Grand guy?" I asked, raising my eyebrow. She chuckled, patting me on the shoulder.

"He's someone you drove away, after he flirted with you."

"Oh, thank you,” I said, and went back to work. This happened often, and it’s obvious why. I would simply… forget them. They would be a stranger to me every month. No one would want to deal with it. Deal with me

—

“Well, surprised to see you here.” A voice behind me said. I turned to see a tall man with spiky black hair, big onyx eyes, baggy clothes, and a devilish smirk.

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” I asked, quickly grabbing the item I was eyeing on the self.

“Oh playing that game are we? Fine, I’ll play. I’m Yo Shindo.” He stuck out his hand. The name clicked as I shook his hand, and whipped it on my jeans.

“ Grand right?”

“Ooooo straight to the point.”

“Yeah, still not interested.”

He gave a pout, and sad puppy dog eyes

“Awwwww and here I thought we were falling in love.” He whined, following me when I walked off.

“Still a customer.”

“I haven't been back in a month and you know that.”

“Still purchased something”

“A drink you made~~”

Oh hell no.

“Listen, I don’t date customers, nor do I date heros. That’s the rule.”

“Heros too? Damn, you must find all of us annoying.”

“You were the reason no heros was added.” I quipped.

He let out a chuckle, grabbing my basket from my hands.

“What are you-

“I like talking with you, at least let me help with your shopping.” He said. I looked him up and down, knowing there was a catch. But hell, I’ve been bored.

“Fine, only this one time. Then we part ways and never speak again, got it?”

He pondered on the thought, tapping his index finger on his chin in an exaggerated manner.

“Hmmmmm, how about I buy you a drink instead?”

“…. One drink?”

“Just one.”

—

Just one for me, and everyone else at the bar.

Shindo cheered with the residents of the bar, raising his glass and taking a swig. I rolled my eyes, taking a sip of my own. He turned back to me, giving me a big smile.

“Sorry about that, regular here and I have a reputation to uphold.”

I nodded in acknowledgment, looking around. It certainly seemed like it. It had the energy of the sports bar you would see in movies compared to the classy feel of the place I worked out.

“Then, how come you came to my bar?”

He shrugged, swirling his beer glass in his hand.’

“My friends also come here, and let’s just say… they don’t like my bluntness when it comes to the people they eye.”

I snorted, then slapped my hand to my mouth. Shindo cracked a smile, leaning his head on his palm.

“Did I hear a laugh?”

“No, you must have imagined it.”

“You still have your mouth covered.”

I put my hand down and grumbled. I took a big sip of my drink, finishing the glass. I set it down, and started to walk out.

“Hey, wait!”

Shindo caught up with me as I walked out the door. I hated this. I hated how he made my face burn, how he seemed genuine when I knew for a fact that’s what they all seemed like at first. I hate that I was considering breaking my one rule. I hate it I hate-

“Yo, you good?” A hand on my shoulder stopped me. I whirled round and glared.

“Why?”

“Huh?” He quirked up his eyebrow, tilting his head. I gestured to the bar, to the air between us.

“This, you coming onto me, not coming to the bar anymore, then buying me drinks? What is your game here? Didn’t you just break up with your girlfriend?” I spat.

He frowned, looking back at the bar. He then looked back at me, up and down scanning me as I did with every other person. His eyes softened as he locked them with mine. He smiled, finally giving me an answer

“I’m interested in you. You’re blunt, sarcastic and pretty. You know when to call me out on my bullshit and never shy to insult me when I need it.”

I furrowed my brow, shook my head and sighed.

“Is that it?”

“No, it’s not. Me and my girlfriend actually broke up a few years ago when we graduated, we just left the image to the press cause it was easier to pretend then leaf through thirsty fan mail everyday.”

Oh.

“Fine, but you like me cause I’m an ass? Really?”

“That, and a few other things.”

I chewed on my cheek, scrutinizing him as he looked at me. He sighed, and pulled out his phone. He messed with it for a bit before turning the screen towards me.

“I work with your brother. He’s IT for my building.”

I looked at the photo, and smiled. It was my brother, and he was focusing on his work while Shindo took a selfie. God, I see where people would mistake us as twins.

“I see that smile~~”

I shook myself out of it, and focused back at the man himself.

“He tells me a lot about you, how you’re the best role model to his little kid, and how you were the toughest while your dad was out on patrol.”

My blood ran cold, and turned away. He told Shindo, and for what reason.

“Hey, that’s all he told me. Are you ok?”

I took a step back, and stared him down.

“That man was not my father. He was my patient as I played therapist. He’s just another load of trauma walking around saving people.”

I felt the first tear fall and the second following it before Shindo brushed it away with his thumb.

“Is that why you don’t…”

“Date heros? Yeah, they have tendency to dump a lot on the staff, and if my own father did it, I wouldn’t want it for my partner.”

Shindo paused, then took a step forward, taking my hand.

“I promise not to do that. I swear. I’ll communicate, but I won’t burden. I wouldn’t dream of it.”

I pulled my hand away, “How do I know that?”

He cracked a smirk.”I already stayed away from the bar, didn’t I?”

I scoffed, but I felt my heart tingle. I gulped down a breathe, then turned back to him.

“Ok, let’s try.”

He brightened up, taking my hand again and twirling me around.

“Woah, ok, slow down buster.” I said, putting my hand on top of his wrist.

“I said try not to be official. Let’s go out on a date and see where we go.” I suggested. He pouted, but let go of my hand.

“Well, can I at least walk you home?”

I crossed my arms, sharing one of my own smirks.

“It ain’t dark yet…”

He caught on quickly, gleefully taking my arm in his and leading me off. I chuckled. I might as well get a good dinner out of this.

—

“- and then this tornado of like fire and ice shot out of him, and he still failed!” Shindo ended his story. I laughed out loud, wiping a stray tear in my eye.

“Damn, and this was Shoto? Endeavor’s kid?”

“Yes ma'am, one and only.”

“God, must have been tough. I can’t imagine how he dealt with the whole Dabi bit.”

Shindo nodded then took another bite of his food. I followed suit, relishing the flavors. Sushi bar was a good choice, and on a weekday too where there aren’t as many people. There was also the added bonus of eating as much as we needed.

“Y’know, I would have never guessed you were the kind of person to… actually try things.”

I looked at him quizzically, up and down. I smirked, taking a sip of my glass.

“We can’t always judge based on first impressions then, can we?”

Shindo chuckled, nodded to that. We clinked glasses, and finished them off.

“I’ll take the bill-“ He started to say when I cut him off.

“I’ll take it, you paid for drinks already.” I said, already tapping on the screen. Shindo tried to reach for it when I smacked it away. He pulled a face when I finished the payment.

"I could have done it y'know?" He said, taking my hand and pulling me up from my seat. I laughed at his instance,

“You can pay next time.”

It took me just long enough to realize what i just said for his reply to come.

“Next time?” He repeated. I turned around to face him, spotting the huge grin brightening up his face. I smiled myself, and nodded my head.

Why not?

#mha #my hero academia #yo shindo #fanfic

[lost-inthedream]

SF9 touching themselves for you

Pairing: SF9 x gn reader

genre: smut

Bonus song rec: Swim Good, by Hui and Somin

AN: Honestly, I know there are a lot of typos in this piece. I'm sorry

Youngbin:

Youngbin started feeling himself through his pants as well as his t-shirt, lifting the fabric very slightly on purpose to flash his low stomach. "Are you sure you gonna stay away?" He asked but you knew how much fun he was having just from exchanging lustful looks with you, he loved the way you eyed him up that night. The chair you are comfortably set on is like your throne. "I'm more interested in seeing what you can do for me, love"

"As you prefer" he replied with humor, before holding the hem of his shirt between his teeth. Such a clever move had you on the verge of lifting your arm to touch his toned abdomen. You tightened your fist on the arm of the chair instead.

He chuckled to your surprise. His smart eyes were on your reluctant hands as he untied the string of his sweatpants so he could snake one hand inside it. Your boyfriend started to stimulate himself like that, clearly intent on drawing a reaction from you, which in fact happened. "Come on! It's not fair"

"No worries, princess/prince" he pacified you, then lowered his bottoms until they simply dropped down his legs. "You won't miss a thing" His erect member excitedly pointed in your direction.

Inseong:

You probably had the most relaxing shower of your life that night. You and your boyfriend had a special day together to celebrate one more milestone of your relationship. You slipped yourself inside a white bathrobe and walked out of the bathroom with a smile pasted on your face

Inseong was sitting on the bed with a bathrobe identical to yours as well as a smile. A type of grin you knew way too well to be fooled. You stopped dramatically, arms akimbo like in a silent interrogatory. He straightened his back and with fire in his eyes and a move of his hands, he revealed his bare body for you, earlier enveloped in the fluffy fabric. "This is gonna be a great night"

"yeah" you stepped forward but he stopped you. "You won't touch me until I say so" his fingers teased the sensitive skin of his low stomach and you swore that his still soft cock responded with a tiny twitch.

"Seong, what do you mean?" you heard your own voice sound weak, uncertain. Now the man was kneading his own balls. "Don't worry, you can sit close" he indicated the space by his side with a head move. You kept there almost drooling on the sheets as he moaned your name without allowing you to touch him.

Jaeyoon:

You and Jaeyoon were both sprawled on the bed. You just knew you would not be able to stand after you rode him as if there were no tomorrow. Anyways you never regretted your enthusiasm in bed, even when your body was completely drained.

"Y/N?" the man called, not sure whether you were awake since he had not heard your voice after you both orgasmed.

"Yes, love" you lifted your heavy arms and placed your hand on his stomach.

"Do you mind if I just... cum one more time before cleaning you?" You could not restrain a low chuckle at the sight of his fingers enveloping his shaft" You're such a horny dog, but I'd love to watch it." He moved lazily to snuggle onto you and give you a sloppy kiss. when he let go of you, his fist was already moving up and down his length. He made sure to showcase it pretty well for you. Your palm rested warmly on his abdomen, feeling the tension of his muscles grow. "Fuck, Jae, what are you doing to me?"

Dawon:

Once you all stepped inside home, you held his head and whispered in his ear "what did we accord earlier, again?"

In the restaurant, a few hours ago you came close to his ear and threatened to dom him hard if he kept teasing you in public. The fact that he did not stop made you plot against him while your friends talked about the food.

Now you started kissing him against the door. Your skilled hands worked on his belt as he did not mind it at all. In a few seconds, his cock was being pulled out drawing breathless moans from him. You broke the kiss and guided him to hold his own member "put a show for me, Dawonie. You'll fuck me good if it comes out good enough"

He fell on his knees looking up to you, the pants stuck on his hips. Your mouth hung open just from seeing him pump his hard dick. "Am I doing right, love?" He asked without stopping the steady moves. His eyes going wide for you. "Yes, baby. I'm loving it"

Zuho:

@jasminexox this idea was based on one of your asks.

You haven't told him you were coming but according to his friends, Ju had been overworking on his studio once more. They thought seeing you could be good for his mood. Then there was you entering his space without any warning. "Sugar, I brought you food!"

Juho's eyes met yours and a discharge of panic jumped from his gaze. He had his dick in hand and his shorts pooled on his feet. "Hello, babe. I'm really sorry". He did not try and hide what was obvious but his embarrassment did show.

"Well" you stutter "actually I am sorry" you act brave and fully entered the room to lean on his desk in front of him and put a timid smile on your lips.

"You know, it helps at relaxing" he explained looking down at his lap. "Do you wanna watch as I.. relax?" Your soft nod got him resuming his activity. You noticed a bit of precum escaping from his slit and lubricating his member, your lips suddenly felt so dry. His head fell backward and your name sounded like music in his deep moans.

Rowoon:

Special thanks to @yootaesowl for discussing this with me

Seokwoo did not sound embarrassed at all when he was needy and horny on the cellphone a few days ago. If you closed your eyes you could lucidly hear him narrating the way his cock was growing hard in his hold while he lied on his hotel bed.

Now that you were together he was unsure. You were sitting in between his legs, facing him with a pleading face. It took a bit to get him to free his dick from the boxers but it was half erect and starting to leak. "Doesn't it feel nice?" you ask with a filthy smile.

"Way too good, to be honest" he admits with a low tone. With one hand he nervously let his fingers fondle his own thigh, the other hand timidly played with his member. You leaned in to connect your lips, the way you propped on him was to take your chance to reassure him with soft touches on his right thigh. Your kiss stifled his soft moans.

You kept controlling the kiss while he controlled the pleasure he got from his hands. The way the friction could be heard got you almost devouring his lips. The hungriness with which your tongue touched his and he chased his high culminated in a spurt of seed on his stomach, and both of you facing each other in awe.

Yoo Taeyang:

Taeyang finished brushing his teeth before you, thus he announced he was showering first. "You may join me when you're done, by the way" he invited getting rid of his shirt. You earned a provoking wink once you turned to look at him.

In no time he is stepping inside the shower closure, which was completely transparent. You definitely loved the bathrooms in that hotel. they had that fancy style that made you all crave sex literally all the time.

"I'm not sure..." you made it sound as if you were talking to yourself, however, it was loud enough for Taeyang to hear through the water noise. "About??" he asked, back facing you. Your eyes could not leave the peach his butt was. "I guess I'm gonna stay here and watch you"

He took some time to respond. You thought he had not heard you but then he turn around and replied "What a perv!" You laughed loudly throwing your head back. When you looked at him again, your sight was taken over by the way he held his dick. He did not say anything but you knew that it was a silent "yes, I'm putting on a show for you". And so he did, pumping that pretty cock, spreading foam all over his chest. From what you know, his nipples probably felt really sensitive. The glass was getting blurred, so you slid the door open even if you were wetting the whole place.

Hwiyoung:

You could not hide your frustration, it is not going the way wanted at all. Since Hwiyoung kept saying no, you added a slightly sad look to your demeanor.

"Maybe I can try. I can't assure you it will be sexy though" he changed his mind, explaining as his hands mindlessly rubbed his thick thighs. You knew he was aroused even though doing something so private in front of you made him nervous.

"I just know you'll look hot as hell". The way he was manspreading drove you crazy alone. It was an aperitif for the whole meal.

Youngkuyun tugged his t-shirt off in one go, then got rid of his bottoms too before standing in front of you. Sitting on the edge of the mattress, It would be the perfect angle to take his dick in your mouth if you all did not have nastier plans. Instead, he stroked himself right there, gentle with his own organ, taking his time. Until he felt the urge to speed up as you licked your lips numerous times, sometimes locking eyes with him, sometimes unashamedly admiring his body. You held him by the hips, drawing delicious shivers from his skin. His erect member was being harshly pumped centimeters from your chest. You could picture the mess he would make.

Chani:

Your boyfriend still had that frustrated look. The way he furiously scrolled down the Twitter page worried you. "Chani, I'm so sorry". You said for what felt like the millionth time.

"I'm not mad at you, babe" he repeated, laying the cellphone on the couch and looking into your eyes. He was being sincere, yet he seemed angry at something and that was eating you up. "I'm mad at myself for not locking the room. I'm also embarrassed, to be honest"

You tilted your head and mocked him "love, you're acting as if I hadn't ever seen your dick before". It did not fail to get a little chuckle in response. "You shouldn't have stopped when I entered"

"I can resume it from where I stopped if you want me to" he was joking but you were not so you simply nodded with interest sparkling on your face.

At first, you beheld a surprised expression on his face but in a second you saw him shaking his head and calling you dirty as he unbuttoned his shorts again. You watched him take it off quickly, then lay back on the sofa, hips dragged to the edge of it. You never noticed how beautifully he held his member. He seemed so confident about what he was doing to you, staring at your eyes until you lift your gaze to his own, then he looked down. he stroked that cock as if he was professional.

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[watermelonlovershigh]

You Get Sick in the Back of an Uber

AN: so this was a story i have had in my drafts for like three months and just never found motivation to finish it. i decided to finish this first out of my drafts because it was one of the ones that had the most already written for it. unlike some of my others that don't have much written yet. and this was supposed to be longer but i got lazy and ended the end with no dialogue and shorted the story. but i guess that's fine because the main part of this was the uber incident and not necessary the aftercare. (i just love to always include aftercare whether its with sex or getting sick. unless its a blurb) @harryhoney-bee suggested number 1. on my voting post so thank you for requesting i finish this one shot idea that was in my drafts.

This story contains: puke, drunken person, caring husband

{ husband!harry - dad!harry - Grammys 2021 Harry - 4 kids (any age you imagine) }

word count: 1765

When you drink too much at the Grammys, you end up having to get sick in the uber ride home and Harry cares for you.

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Back Story-

After the Grammys, Harry and I decided to go to the little after party that was being held for the Grammy attendees. We knew we couldn't stay too long because we had to get back home to our kids. They were currently with our babysitter but she couldn't stay all night. She has to go home at some point. So we made sure to watch the time.

At the afterparty, drinks were flowing. I haven't drank in a while due to the fact I had been pregnant not too long ago. This was the first night I was allowed to drink and I decided to do just that. Harry was aware of me drinking and promised to watch and take care of me. Though we were at this afterparty for him, he wanted me to let loose and have some fun as well.

But what he wasn't expecting was for me to drink the amount I did. I didn't mean to go over board. It just kind of happened. People handing out drinks left and right and next thing I knew, I was drunk. Not tipsy, drunk. When Harry noticed how drunk I was, he decided it's best to go home.

And because Harry also had drank some alcohol, he wasn't in a state to drive either. By no means was he as drunk as me though. Maybe just tipsy but he didn't want to risk it. So he decided to call an uber for us.

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Current-

We're sitting in the back of the uber on our way home. It's about an hour drive since the city is crowded with traffic due to the Grammys. Right about now is when I regret drinking any alcohol tonight. Because I haven't drank in over a year, my body isn't use to the poison running through my veins. So you could say I'm a lightweight now. My head is throbbing. My vision is blurry. My stomach is turning. Lets just say I regret all my decisions tonight that lead to me feeling this way.

"Harrrrry I don't feel good." I manage to slur out.

"You probably should have stuck to champagne instead of vodka my love." Harry responds, while stroking my hair out of my face in a gentle manner.

Another 10 minutes pass and I'm feeling very nauseous. I'm trying to focus on my breathing but it's not working.

"Harry my stomach hurts." I whisper with hooded eyes.

"Like you're gonna be sick?" Harry questions with panic.

I nod my head and hear Harry asking the driver if he can pull over.

"Can you pull over? My wife is feeling ill." Harry frantically questions the uber driver up front.

"I'm sorry sir but this freeway is packed and there is no way I can get to the side of the road right now." the driver says with a bit of an attitude.

Hearing that made me and Harry both start to panic.

"Well do you have any sick bags in here?" my husband asks.

"Sorry I don't." the driver retorts in a uncaring tone. What kind of uber driver doesn't carry sick bags for when drunks potentially need a ride but feel like they are going to be sick?

I just barley hear Harry let out a frustrated sigh and turn to me.

"Try and relax love. Take deep breaths for me, alright." Harry whispers while rubbing my back as I'm slumped over his body, too disoriented to even hold my head up.

About 3 minutes later, I feel vomit rise up my throat. There isn't much I can to do. The driver already said he couldn't pull over, nor does he have sick bags. I sit up from my slouched position and clasp a hand over my mouth. My legs are bouncing up and down. I'm trying desperately not to puke but I'm doing a poor job. Harry is sitting up with me, trying to comfort me but his words are all a blur at this point.

"If you have to be sick darling, let it out. I'll pay to get this uber cleaned, okay." Harry states in my ear. I know he'd rather not have me puke on the floor of the uber, right beside him, but he can tell I'm struggling and in discomfort.

Hearing those words was all the conformation I needed. I remove my hand from my mouth and let out a gush of alcoholic bile spew from my mouth and onto the backseat floor board. Harry gathers my hair in his hands so it's not in my face. My vomit splatters all over my legs and on the bottom of Harry's Gucci suit. I'd feel terrible about that if I wasn't so out of it, but my mind is a mushed up blur.

"Shhh, that's it. You're alright." Harry reassures me. The uber driver lets out a sigh of disgust, but this is truly his fault that I'm throwing up in his uber right now anyways.

Heave after heave, I let out more of the alcohol that was poisoning my system, right onto the floor. It's not a pretty sight. I'm having a cold sweat and my body is trembling. Though Harry has a weak stomach, when it comes to his wife (me) or his kids, he can always handle a bit of throw up. Or a lot like currently. It's like a fatherly/husband instinct that comes over him and he feels only adrenaline, not yuck.

Finally I feel my stomach relax and I sit up, breathing heavy with vomit dripping down my chin. Without thinking, I wipe it off with the back of my hand and smear it on my already ruined dress. "Feeling better?" Harry asks in a low tone.

"Mhmm." I hum, not really feeling like talking. My drunken brain has cleared up some from the majority of the alcohol being out of my system, but I still feel the after affects drinking brings. I just lean my head on Harry's shoulder for the rest of the ride home and allow the cool breeze to blow on my face. The uber driver did us all a favor by rolling the windows down so we didn't suffocate on the nasty smell of my sick.

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After-

When we arrived home, Harry payed the uber driver, not giving much of a tip and told him that he'd have someone clean his car out in the morning. As well as a half assed apology for my incident beings it could have been prevented. Then carefully, Harry lifted me out the uber and carried me into our Los Angeles home. Good thing our kids were all asleep because they shouldn't have to see their mother like this. Covered in puke and half drunk.

Harry took me to our bathroom and quickly ran down stairs to pay our babysitter, hoping she didn't question my appearance when she saw my state as we came through the front door. She didn't thankfully and left soon after her check was handed to her. Harry came back up to where he left me and helped me clean up and get ready for bed.

He stripped us of our vomit covered clothes and helped me into the big walk-in shower we have in our master bathroom. Then after he delicately washed our bodies along with my hair, he helped us out and dried us off. We brushed our teeth, me with the help of my husband because I was still a bit dizzy. After we're clean of sick and smelt fresh, he helped me put some panties and a t-shirt over my nude body and boxers on himself; just incase our kids woke up and needed us for whatever reason.

Harry helped me into our large bed and tucked me in, bending down to kiss my forehead. Then he walked down to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water and a bucket incase I needed to be sick again at some point through-out the rest of the early morning. When he had all the items he intended to grab, Harry came back to our bedroom where I was already passed out with sleep.

So he just set the water on my night stand and the bucket on the floor, beside my side of the bed. Then Harry quietly exited our room and went to each of our child's bedrooms to make sure they were fine and still asleep like they should be, which they thankfully were.

When everything was done and taken care of, Harry turned the bedroom lights out and slipped in the covers with me. He helped my body scoot over and I cuddled into his warm body. I didn't realize it in my state of sleep but I knew when I awoke, I'll be thinking about how grateful I am to have a wonderful husband like Harry.

He takes such good care of me. He didn't get upset that I drank too much on his special night and accidently got wasted. He never once got upset that I basically got throw up on his expensive suit tonight in the uber. He didn't get annoyed that he had to shower both me and him past midnight, though he was exhausted. Harry loves taking care of me (and our kids) and wouldn't wish for any other life. Even when his life becomes chaotic and stressful. Harry loves his family dearly and his family love him just as much or more.

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[johnsamericano]

𝓓𝓪𝔂 18:

иα נαємιи

23 days of NCT masterlist.

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warnings: Jaemin not knowing what an erection is 😭, fluff, fluff, fluff and angst, not proofread forgive me 😞

“There she is.” Doyoung pointed out, looking directly at you, gracefully walking down the hall. “Her name is y/n, she’s 12.”

“How long will I have to stay with her?” Jaemin stared at you with curiosity.

“If everything goes right, until her soul is ready to abandon her body.”

“What do you mean if everything goes right?”

“There have been some angels who have given into this world’s temptations.” He shut his eyelids, his frown growing deeper as he spoke. “You shall never give into them, Jaemin. I heard loosing your wings causes a great pain, physical and mental.”

“Is there anything else I should know?”

“Never reveal your true identity to her.” His hand gripped Jaemin’s shoulder. “You’ll be able to observe her in your real form, but she’ll never be able to see you, unless you allow her to.” Jaemin nodded, mentally taking notes of all the rules he had to follow. “If you wish to communicate something directly to her, you can disguise yourself as one of her relatives.”

“I have one more question.” Doyoung patiently waited for him to keep talking. “Aren’t guardian angels assigned to humans when they’re born?”

Doyoung remained silent, deciding wether to tell him or not the truth.

“Her former guardian angel fell in love with her.” Jaemin’s eyes went wide, how could an angel fall for a human? “He tried to show himself before her, but we stopped him on time.” Doyoung sighed, a glint of sadness in his voice as he resumed the story. “Unfortunately, he was vanished from heaven. The pain of losing his wings was greater than his love for y/n, greater than his will to live apparently.”

“Well that’s sad.” He pursed his lips. “I promise to do a good job protecting her.”

“I’m sure you will, Jaemin. You’re a good angel.”

“Jaemin, watch out!” His string of thoughts was cut off by your hand around his wrist, tugging on it aggressively to stop him from running into a bike. “Pay attention while walking, you could’ve gotten hurt.”

“Worried about me?” He smiled at your concerned features.

“Shut up before I kick your ass.” Despite your sometimes aggressive behavior, Jaemin knew you were a softie. How could he not know when he literally spent every moment with you, even if you were not aware of his presence sometimes. “Will you come help me unpack after classes?” Your fingers suddenly laced with his, a habit he’d discovered a few months into your friendship and never failed to make his heart race.

“Sure.”

You didn’t expect him to appear at your front door with a bunch of house supplies.

“What’s all this?” You helped him get everything inside your messy apartment. “This is really too much, but thank you.” You pulled him into a hug, your palms stroking his back tenderly.

Jaemin wanted to push you away, he wanted to stop his heartbeat from increasing, but you were intoxicating. It was useless to deny he felt something for you, but as long as nor you or another angel knew, everything would be fine.

“Are you wearing something under your shirt?” You frowned, feeling something shift below your palms.

Jaemin pulled away, internally scolding his wings for trying to show themselves.

“Let’s unpack.” You didn’t mention the topic again, but he knew you weren’t gonna forget about it.

He helped you move some furniture, hang up a few posters and fold your clothes to fit them inside your new closet.

“Wait!” You tried snatching the box of your underwear out of his hands, but it was already too late. He held your red, lacy thong right in front of his face, examining it before realizing what it was.

“Sorry.” His face was flushed as he put the piece of clothing back into the box, a bulge growing inside his jeans. He didn’t seem to notice, or maybe he didn’t care. Truth to be told, he’d never experienced pleasure, therefore, he wasn’t aware of the reaction your thong had provoked in his weak human body.

You didn’t make a comment on it, deciding not to humiliate him. After an hour of folding clothes, you decided to take a break, ordering some takeout food and letting Jaemin pick a movie to watch.

“It’s getting late, you should stay over.” You picked up the remains of your food and saved them in the fridge for later. “You can take the bed, I’ll take the couch.”

“Why don’t we sleep together?” The words slipped past his lips before his brain could register. “I-I mean-”

“It’s okay, as long as you don’t kick me I think we’ll be fine.” You smiled so naturally at him, as if your heart wasn’t rapidly drumming against your rib cage. “I have a few of my brother’s shirts, you can grab one of those.”

He tried calming himself down inside the bathroom. It was the first time he’d sleep with you in flesh and bone, not like he usually did, in his true form with his wings around your body, keeping you warm.

He was expecting for you to crawl into his arms like you usually did in your sleep, but you didn’t even bother to spare him a glance, too concentrated on your phone. A burning feeling started growing inside his chest, definitely not something an angel should feel. He snatched your phone away.

“Hey!” You tried getting it back, accidentally hugging him on the process. “Give it back.” Your nose was almost touching his.

His deep, brown orbs stared into yours, his pupils growing slightly bigger at the sight of your.

“Jaemin...” You whispered, his erratic breath fanning against your cheeks.

None of you moved, afraid to do something you’d later regret. But his lips looked so tempting, so kissable, you couldn’t resist leaning in, your lips almost brushing before you spoke.

“Is this okay?” You were so painfully close. He knew the right thing was to push you away, but how could he when you were looking at him with pleading eyes? Those eyes that made him want to lay the entire word at your feet.

“Yes.” He was the one to pull your face closer to his, bringing his hand to the back of your head to hold you in place, just like the main characters of the corny movies you loved did.

He wanted to cry right there, the thing he’d been fantasizing about all those years was finally happening. For a moment, he stopped thinking about his wings, stopped worrying about the fact that he’d probably be punished for his sinful actions.

“Your lips are so soft.” He whispered, cupping your cheeks with delicacy pulling away only to leave random pecks on your lips, enjoying the warmth of them. “Like small, pink clouds.”

You giggled at the comparison.

“I like you, Jaemin.”

“I like you too, y/n. So much.” He wanted to say ‘I love you’ but he figured out it might be a bit to early for you.

He continued savoring your lips, pecking them as if he was trying to memorize every little texture of your plump skin. Your hands went to his sensitive back, unknowingly caressing the spot were his wings were hidden.

It all happened too fast, his large wings ripping through the borrowed shirts and showing themselves to you. The look on your face was of pure shock, your arms falling limp to your sides as Jaemin’s stomach stirred with fear.

“Y/n...” He called you at least five times, your eyes fixated on the silky, white feathers.

It was all too much to process. Was he pranking you? No, fake wings wouldn’t move the way his did.

“Say something, please.” You noticed how his wings fell slightly, as if mimicking his emotions.

Drops of salty tears falling into your cheeks awakened you from your trance, your best friend crying on top of you as his hands held your face dearly.

“How?” Was the only thing you could pronounce, your mind still trying to work through the situation.

“I know this looks bad, but I swear, I never meant to deceive you. I wanted to protect you from afar, but I couldn’t resist meeting you. You’re the brightest human I’ve ever seen, and I don’t deserve to be with you. I am a liar, a cheater who used his powers to get into your life.” He began rambling, your mind slowly connecting the dots until you finally had an idea of what he was.

“An angel?” You asked, voicing your inner doubts.

“I don’t deserve to be your guardian...” He ignored your previous question, tucking his face in your neck.

His wings timidly pressed against his back, moving the slightest as your fingers danced over them, mesmerized at the soft texture.

“I feel like I’m dreaming.” Your voice didn’t sound angry, in fact, he could almost see your smile as you spoke. “Aren’t you going to get in trouble for this?” Your hands forced his face up, making him face You. “I don’t want you to get in trouble, Nana.”

“They might’ve found by now, but it doesn’t matter anymore. I am willing to lose my wings as a punishment for those amazing moments I’ve spent by your side.”

He was about to incorporate, about to leave you and never come back, but the sudden crash of your lips against his had him frozen at the spot.

“I don’t want you to get in trouble...” You whispered against his lips. “But neither do I want you to leave me. I'm a selfish human that wants her angel to give up everything for her, I'm sorry.”

He smiled, euphoric at the words he'd only heard in his wildest dreams.

“Then I guess I'll have to oblige.”

Jaemin spent the night curled up with his loved human, wings protecting her from any danger while Doyoung watched everything with confusion. He knew it was the right thing to punish the young angel for his sinful actions, but there was nothing sinful at the unfolding scene. If anything, it was the purest thing he'd seen from his vast years on earth.

“Good luck, Jaemin.” The black-haired left unnoticed, letting his friend fulfill his duties as your guardian angel until the last breath of life left your body.

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[maysbanks]

are you bored yet. (jj maybank)

hey everyone ! basically this is my first time writing for jj, or anyone from obx in general. this is a side acc from my main acc that i made purely bc this fic idea came to me when watching obx and after listening to the wallows on repeat for weeks. idk i just thought the song was kinda fitting for jj, and im a sucker for soft ! jj with a friends to lovers arc, so here this is. it's quite a long one btw, the words just kept flowing so i apologise in advance. also i have a few more fic ideas based off some songs so if you like this and are interested in more pls let me know ! im probably gonna be writing a lot more for this boy bc i adore him. anyways i hope u enjoy !

warnings: features swearing, mention of sex, underage drinking, drug use and violence.

summary: based lightly off the song 'are you bored yet?' by the wallows ft clairo, reader and jj delve deeper into their relationship, taking the steps further into becoming something more than best friends. however worries and doubts begin to plague their minds, as they fear their relationship of becoming just a memory.

( gif isn't mine! please let me know if it's yours so i can credit you. )

"What are you doing later?" You looked towards Kie who'd directed the question towards you, her eyes squinting from the sun that was grinning down at your forms from where you were both seated on the sand.

"Dunno," you shrugged your shoulders. "Probably hanging out with J or something."

Kiara scoffed, a mocking look taking over the features of her face as her head turned towards yours, your eyebrows raising at the sly smirk on her lips. "What?" You questioned, narrowing your eyes when all she did was laugh. You shifted in your place, body moving from laying on your back to on your stomach, figuring it was about time to switch positions for your tan anyway. "Seriously Kie, what're you laughing about?"

She shifted along with you, only laying on her right side so she could face you head on, her hand propping her head up from the ground. She was still grinning. "JJ," she said simply. You raised your eyebrows at her once more, seemingly not understanding what she was trying to get at. "What's going on with you two?" Kie pushed on when you didn't respond, her own eyebrows inching further up her forehead.

In the distance you could hear the boys' screams, their commotion coming from the water you had passed on entering. You could hear JJ taunting John B from where you lay, Pope laughing along, and the splashes that you could only assume were also coming from them. You never spared them a glance, though from the corner of your eye could see their figures and indeed the loud splashes of water were coming from them, and you were certain JJ was holding John B underneath the water.

"Nothing's going on," you said in response to Kie's question, rolling your eyes playfully at her exclaim of 'oh c'mon!'. "What? It's the truth. Nothing is going on, not really."

Kie furrowed her brows. "What do you mean by 'not really'? Did something happen between you two?" She prodded.

You shrugged, because in all honesty you couldn't say much of anything about your relationship with JJ. You were just as unsure about it all as Kie and more than likely the rest of the gang were (because if Kie had picked up on it than surely Pope and John B had too, and you were kind of freaking about it.) and had no idea what to say in her line of questioning. Of course you wanted to talk about it, you and the Pogues never kept secrets from each other - but was it really a secret when they technically knew about it anyway, and was it really a secret when you and JJ hadn't even spoken about keeping it a secret too? Your mind raced, and you figured it was easier to just shrug it off for the time being. Kie would no doubt ask again, and you hoped you had the answers by the next time she (or someone else) would.

"He's my best friend," you'd decided on saying. From the corner of your eye, you could see the guys approaching. "We've been close since we were like, ten. We've always been the same."

Except now the two of you held hands under the table and kissed in the safety of your rooms, among other things. That part of your relationship was fairly new though, and so you decided against saying anything until you could work out exactly what was going on between you and JJ - because you had no clue, and weren't even sure that JJ knew himself. It just sort of happened, the line being crossed over from friends to lovers in the blink of an eye. One minute you'd never dare to give in to the temptation of JJ Maybank's heavenly sinful lips, and the next the pair of you were sharing a bed almost every night.

Nothing much had changed though, in regards to your friendship. JJ and you had always been close, always intimate in your touches. Always beside each other, rarely without the other. You were an unstoppable duo from the minute you met. Just somehow, along the line, over the years, your friendship had turned into more. Each touch became longer, each glance would linger, and something had shifted. It was inevitable, you supposed. Nobody was ever really that close with someone without feelings getting involved at some point.

The guys were a lot closer now, and Kie spared them a glance before looking back towards you. "Friends don't look at each other the way you two do." Was all she said before the sun that was earlier shining down on you was blocked by the trio of tall guys that smiled at the pair of you. Kie sat up, smiling as Pope took a seat beside her on her towel. "Have fun out there?"

"Oh, tons," came the voice that belonged to the person you were talking about not a minute ago. JJ smirked down at you, blonde hair dripping wet on his forehead and golden tanned chest on full show. You admired the view behind your sunglasses and sent a grin in his direction when he seemed to notice. "You checking me out there, babe?"

You laughed as he did a little shimmy, rolling your eyes as you looked at him over the rim of your glasses. "What would you do if I was, Maybank?" You played along, smirking when you heard John B let out a gag from somewhere beside you. JJ smiled back, and squatting down in front of your form he'd grabbed hold of your feet, laughing when you squealed. Tugging so that you were laying on your back rather than your front, his sea blue eyes gazed down your body, unknowingly leaving a trail of fire in its wake. The feeling you shared with JJ was unlike any other, nothing or nobody could come close to topping it. It was unexplainable, the feeling of absolute longing for him to just be there forever. You couldn't ever imagine a life without him in it, and that thought both scared and excited you.

JJ stared down at you, tongue peeking from his mouth to wet his pink lips as he looked. You felt hot all over and you knew it wasn't because of the sun. "Things only you could imagine sweetheart," he taunted from above you, knowing fine well that what you could imagine he'd probably already done to you. You smirked back, feeling a thrill shoot through you because the pair of you knew this and the remaining three of your group had no idea, or so you believed. This new relationship, this unspoken thing between the two of you was simply yours, and somewhere in the future you feared you'd both come to regret it, whatever it was, but in the moments of the present you knew neither of you could find it in yourselves to actually care.

And so you both smiled at each other like the world around you didn't exist, and for a couple of seconds you could pretend it didn't, JJ moving so he was seated behind you with your body seated between his legs and your back against his chest. Sat there, surrounded by your friends though almost oblivious to their presence as JJ's hands rested on your skin, his breath on your neck. You leaned into him, and smiled when he placed a discreet kiss to your shoulder.

Locking eyes with him, you grinned. The burst of happiness and content when he grinned back was almost unbearable, and in that moment you knew you never wanted whatever it was that you two shared to end.

It was a few days later when JJ showed up at your window, his face bloody and bruised, his form weak as he pulled himself into your bedroom. You didn't need to ask twice about who'd caused the damage, your body and mind going into autopilot as you hurried from your bed and grabbed hold of him, JJ grunting as he fell into you, his hand clutching desperately at his side.

"Shit, JJ," you'd cursed as you helped him land on your bed, hands instantly grabbing at his face and assessing the damage that had been left by his father. There was cuts along his brow line, his eye was bruised and already swollen shut, his bottom lip bust open and oozing blood. Your thumbs swiped along his cheeks, being careful of the injuries, and you felt tears pricking at your eyes at the sight of him. You blinked them away as quickly as you could, he didn't need to see you being so upset in that moment. And besides, you had bigger issues like getting him cleaned up like you had done too many times before. "Stay here, okay. I'm gonna go get the first aid kit."

JJ only grunted, and you pressed a kiss to his forehead before leaving the room to get the kit, your mind reeling. It was no secret about JJ's father and his years of abuse towards his own son, and you'd seen him beaten so badly so many times before, but it never got any easier. Each time it happened JJ would wound up at your house, and each time you would clean him up, making sure his wounds were tended to and making him as comfortable as possible as he slept next to you, most nights with his head resting on your chest as you soothed him to sleep with whispers of reassurance that you were there and that you loved him. He would fall asleep with tears staining his cheeks and you would cry yourself to sleep afterwards too, wishing that could just take away all his pain, wishing that you could do more, wishing that JJ had a better life than what he was given, because there was no-one that deserved it more.

You sniffed and forced your tears away, trying to focus on the task at hand. It didn't take long to locate the first aid kit and within a minute you were back in your bedroom, where JJ lay, staring up at your ceiling with his chest moving up and down in a motion that proved he was trying to hold his own tears in. Your heart broke at the sight, and you bit down on your wobbling lip as you moved towards him. His eyes met yours when you were close enough, stood in front of him on your bed. You smiled softly.

"Hey, honey," you soothed as he slowly sat up, grimacing at the obvious pain from his side as he did so. Despite his pain, he smirked back at you.

"Hi, baby."

Stepping closer, effectively between his legs, you smiled as his hands wound around and grabbed at your legs, almost as if he was grounding himself, focusing all his attention onto you. You took a moment to take him in as you pressed the wet rag you'd also grabbed on his face, beginning to clean the cut on his eyebrow. It wasn't too deep, thank god, you thought. You feared for the day where one cut might be too deep and one blow too strong, and the thought of JJ, strong and hot headed and impulsive and passionate, might not being able to drag himself out of the house of hell and getting to anyone for help, to you, to John B, to Pope or Kie, scared the shit out of you to put it simply. JJ was so strong, but there was only so much he could take, and you dreaded the day when that would come. You could only hope it never, and in the meantime do your best to prevent it. You let out a shaky breath as you continued to clean the blood from his face, gently dabbing at his torn lip as he hissed. "I'm sorry hon," you murmured, feeling your gut twist at the sight of him in pain.

"I'm okay," he breathed out, only it was shaky and you both knew it to be a lie. You said nothing though, not wanting to start an argument that night. You'd had countless in situations like these, where you'd tell him he needs to get away from his dad and he'd tell you its not that easy and that nothing fucking is on this island, and you'd try and tell him you understand that but you hate seeing him like that, beaten to a pulp, sometimes barely even able to move, and that you were scared to lose him. He'd tell you that you were too good for him, you deserved better, you deserved more, and you'd cry and tell him to shut up, that he was your best friend and all you ever needed and you'd always be there for him, and he would shake his head and deny it all with tears streaming down both your faces until you collapsed into each other and fell asleep with your limbs intertwined whatever mood you'd gone to sleep in. There was something about that night that told you not to argue, not to push him, just clean him up and hold him and let him know that he wasn't alone in this world. His eyes met yours once more. "I'm okay." He repeated, as if you hadn't heard him the first time.

All you could do was nod, and wiping the last bit of blood from his face, you quickly went over the cuts with disinfectant, JJ's grip tightening on the backs of your legs as you continued to tend to every last bit of him. Finishing on his face, you placed a kiss on each and every cut, bruise or scrape that was etched into his skin. He let out a shaky breath, one hand moving up and landing on your back, rubbing up and down as his forehead rested on your shoulder. Running your own hands through his blonde locks, you pressed your nose to the top of his head as you held him close to you. It wasn't long before you felt the tears soak through the material of your shirt (which was technically JJ's shirt, but that didn't matter much.) and his body started to shake against your own, chest heaving and hands shaking.

"I hate him," you heard him mutter. You closed your eyes, wrapping your arms around him tighter, one hand clutching the back of his neck as the other rubbed soothing patterns onto his back. JJ shook against you, hands clutching onto the sides of your shirt as his lips brushed against the side of your neck as he let out a sob. "I just - I fucking hate him! Why does he do this, why does he -? Why, why, why?"

He was muttering the word over and over again, all sense of himself lost as he sobbed into your neck. In that moment, you felt so useless, so powerless, and you knew that JJ did too. You wished you could take away all his pain, make him see that he was so loved, that you loved him entirely and surely, but all you could do in that moment was hold him tight and screw your eyes shut as you cried along with him.

"He doesn't deserve you, J," you whispered into his hair. "He doesn't deserve you one bit. You're the best son, okay. You're the best friend, the best goddamned person on this island, on this planet! You're so loved, you hear me? You're so loved, babyboy. We all love you, I love you okay. I love you more than anything."

You'd said the words a million times before, but somehow in that moment, wrapped up in each other, JJ sobbing into your chest and you holding him like a person would a child, his ear resting against your heart where he could hear every little beat, his own matching the rhythm soon after - in that moment, _you both knew it meant more. That the friendly shared 'love you's' from so many times before were different to the ones now, and yet still neither of you spoke about it. You focused on JJ, giving him the comfort he so desperately needed. And JJ focused on you, focused on your heartbeat and the sound of your breathing and the soothing words you were whispering to him, and you had no clue as to what he was thinking; that he loved you, so fucking much. JJ Maybank didn't know what to do with that, to love someone so completely and honestly like he loved you, beyond the point of friendship and into the unknown territory of _in-love _absolutely _terrified him. But he knew it to be true, he was in love with you.

And as you forced him to take his shirt off so you could inspect the bruises surrounding his stomach and chest, laying a gentle kiss onto each and every one of them as he started at you with pure adoration in his eyes, he thought about your relationship - fears of you getting bored of him, wanting more than the island life and more than him, fears of you leaving him for something or someone simply more. Realising that he was no good like he'd always said, always suspected. But then you gazed at him with a certain glint in your eyes that he knew was reflecting in his own, and you were pressing your lips to his in a soft caress that dimmed all thoughts from his head and the question of 'are you bored yet?' fell flat on his lips as you ate them, chewed it up and spat it straight back out.

That conversation could come later, he supposed.

JJ's jaw clenched as he took in the sight of you, skin glowing in the late night sun that was slowly fading in the moons advance. The kegger had begun only an hour or so before, and yet the beach was filled with people already - varying of Pogues, Tourons and Kooks.

Among them all was you, red cup placed in your hands as you laughed at something the guy in front of you was saying, a small smile on the boys lips as he watched you. JJ felt something twist in his gut, suddenly feeling nauseous as he was stood a bit away from you, taking in the sight with malice in his blue eyes. He didn't know the guy that much was for sure, which could only mean one thing; he was definitely a Touron. That also probably meant that he was one of the few people at the party that didn't know JJ or anything of his reputation for being a bit too hot headed. JJ couldn't decide if that was a good or bad thing.

"Dude," John B slapped a hand on his shoulder, effectively snapping his trance at the pair across the beach. JJ turned towards his best friend, a smirk on John B's lips as their eyes met. "You're gonna poke holes into that guys head the way you're glaring at him man."

JJ rolled his eyes, his head once again moving to look back towards your figure. You didn't look mad at the attention the guy was giving you, and that sent a trail of fury in JJ's veins. "Who is that guy, man?" He asked instead of replying to John B's playful taunts. John B seemed to take note of that and simply shook his head. Fucking clueless, he thought.

"Dunno," John B replied as he took a swig of the beer in his hands. "Some Touron, probably." He glanced at his best friends face and noticed the glare darken in JJ's eyes. He suddenly shifted, blocking his view of you and the guy, ignoring JJ's grunt of displeasure at his move. "Don't start anything, J. Alright?"

JJ scoffed. "Me?" He chuckled darkly. "Nah man, you know I'd never start anything," he patted John B's chest twice. "I'm not the fighting type." JJ knew that John B could make out the sarcastic drawl to his words, and looking away from the brunette's eyes JJ was glancing back at you. His features shifted dramatically as he saw the guy take a step closer to your body, and despite the somewhat uncomfortable smile on your face you never seemed to object to the move. JJ felt the anger in his veins grow. "Fuck this!"

John B stopped him before he could take another step, shoving his chest so that he stumbled backwards. "Don't even think about it," JB warned. From afar, Pope seemed to take notice of the two and began to walk towards the seething blonde and his brunette best friend. "Pope, man tell him," John B practically pleaded as the most level headed of the group arrived at their side. It didn't take long for Pope to realise what the source of JJ's anger was, spotting you and the guy, completely oblivious to what was going on. "What are you planning on doing, huh?"

"He's all over her," JJ simply said - as if that was enough of an excuse for his anger. Pope and John B shared a glance. "I'm just gonna go over there and see if she's alright, alright?"

"Why do you care if he's all over her?" Pope raised his eyebrows. "You're not her boyfriend."

That faltered JJ's stance, and for a split second he looked away from you - still laughing, both hands gripping the cup in your hands, bikini clad top on full show for unwelcome eyes to wander. He clenched his jaw tighter, teeth clashing in his mouth, as he thought about Pope's words. Was it technically true; wasn't he your boyfriend? He didn't know - neither of you did. You hadn't spoken about anything, the changes in your relationship coming almost naturally so that neither of you cared to at first.

First, there was the no Pogue-on-Pogue macking rule. Second, there was something so deliciously thrilling about keeping your relationship from everyone else - no room for drama or prying eyes, or so he thought. But the unknown was beginning to scare him, and all he wanted was answers.

It was as if putting a label on what you both were would potentially put an end to everything, all the kissing, cuddling, secret touches, lingering looks, whispered endearments. The pair of you were too young for this shit, JJ thought. Thinking so hard about what you are or weren't. And god forbid you'd both come to regret it all; JJ couldn't let that happen. He wouldn't.

"I'm not gonna do anything," he said simply, and shoved his way past his friends before they could do anything else. He approached you, your eyes immediately catching his and a large grin overtaking the features of your face as he came closer. The guy seemed to notice your shift in attention and he turned too, eyes widening a bit at the sight of the blonde stood in front of him. JJ tried to smile naturally, his too sharp teeth secretly grinding together. "Hey," he chirped as if he was talking to an old friend. "How're you doing, man? I'm JJ."

You hid a laugh behind your hand, having no clue as to what JJ was trying to achieve but finding the obviously fake enthusiasm rather hilarious in that moment. Over his shoulder, you noticed John B and Pope watching with careful eyes, and everything seemed to click in your mind. _JJ was obviously planning on starting something. _You decided to get yourself and your somewhat boyfriend slash best friend out of the situation before anything could happen, the poor Touron didn't have a clue that you were kinda taken, to a fist throwing first ask questions later, tall blonde named JJ Maybank after all.

"It was nice talking to you, dude," you told the guy, his face dropping at the word dude. God, had he seriously wasted all that time flirting with you? You grabbed JJ's hand, only for him to tug it out of yours and place it around your shoulders, blue eyes sending daggers to the nervous boy on front of you. "We're gonna go now, I think."

And with that, you led the way away from him, not missing the way JJ's eyes swooped over the guy in an almost warning manner before smirking at him. Your hand reached up and fingers intertwined with those of JJ's that were sat rather comfortably near your breast. JJ's fingers squeezed yours in response, his arm tugging you closer before he leaned down and pressed a hard kiss to the top of your head.

Once you were a good distance away from the party and its occupants on the beach, you turned in his arm, hand letting go of his to wrap both your arms around his waist. He kept the same arm around your shoulder and placed his other on your bare back between the high waist line of your shorts and the knot of your bikini, long fingers spacing out and rubbing soothing patterns into the skin.

You sighed as you looked at him. "What was that about?" You questioned, a small smile tugging on your lips regardless of the seriousness in your question as you demanded answers.

"That guy was all over you," JJ grunted, his eyes leaving yours to glare at the space where you stood a minute before talking to the said guy. "He was practically drooling all over you. I saved you, y'know. You should be thanking me, babe."

You laughed, and rolling your eyes you reached up to touch his face, thumb smoothing over the still darkened skin under his eye from the confrontation of his dad earlier that week. Leaning up on your toes, aware that nobody could see the action from the distance you and JJ were stood from the kegger, you pressed a kiss to the bruised skin, JJ's eyes closing at the feel of your lips against his skin, a soft exhale leaving his chest.

"Were you jealous, baby?" You teased gently, chuckling at his scoff in response to your accusation. "Relax, J. You don't have to be. I've only got eyes for you."

That seemed to catch his attention. JJ pulled away from you a bit, blue eyes suddenly serious and pink lips forming a tight line. For a second you worried you'd said something wrong, suddenly afraid that he would pull back completely and distance himself from you like you feared one day he would - it was only a matter of time before he realised what you had was a mistake, you worried. That he'd get bored of you and realise there was so many other people he could have. The thought alone made you sick, and you forced the intruding thoughts to the back of your head as JJ's eyes trailed over your face.

"What's wrong?" You couldn't take it anymore. The silence was deafening, even with the music and chatter of the teenagers behind you lingering in the night air. JJ seemed to get hold of his bearings at that moment, shaking his head and leaving a hand from your body to run through his hair. You watched him all the while, lip between your teeth. "J, what's wrong baby?"

JJ wished he had an answer, but he simply didn't. He had no idea what was wrong, no way of telling you the thoughts that were running through his mind. JJ had never been good with words, or emotions, or anything much like that at all. And so he just shook his head, sighing deeply as his hands caressed your face. You welcomed the touch, head leaning into his hold as he smiled down at you. You knew there was something he wanted to say to you; you had known him for so long, felt like all your life, and you could see right through his lies. However you never said a thing, once again. In that moment, it felt enough to just be by his side.

"Can we go?" He muttered quietly, despite no-one being around you. You smiled softly, eyes staring into each others there on the beach. "Just wanna go to sleep with you," he murmured that time, leaning down and kissing the side of your lips, not completely which had you grumbling quietly.

"Course, baby," you whispered as you looked at him, feeling nothing but adoration and love for the boy in front of you. "Let's go."

And so after kissing him under the moonlight, feet sunken in the damp sand as the sea splashed around you, the kegger still going strong in the distance, JJ took your hands and led the way back to the Chateau, where despite both your similar thoughts you crawled into bed in the spare bedroom and fell asleep together, your head resting on his chest with his cheek pressed against your head, arms wrapped around forms and legs intertwined.

It was hot, blistering heat panning down on your form as you lay on the hammock outside the Chateau, eyes closed with one arm resting over them in a fleeting attempt to block the sun out. Despite the unbearable temperature of the day, JJ lay in between your legs, perfectly muscular arms wrapped around your waist as his head rested on your stomach that was covered only by one of his infamous cut-off sleeve shirts, only a bikini underneath it keeping you modest.

One of your hands played with the hair on the back of his neck, twirling the strands in between your fingers and repeating the process over and over again, JJ letting out a low him as you did so.

It was just the two of you, the quiet and peacefulness welcome on the hot day as you cuddled as close as you could and as much as you wanted, nothing off limits away from the prying eyes of your best friends. Both Kie and Pope were working, John B having traded your company for that of Sarah Cameron's for the day, and so that only left the pair of you to do anything and everything you pleased. JJ had let out a joyous whoop when you'd discovered the fact, and you'd only managed to get out of bed half an hour before as he took full advantage of having the Chateau to yourselves for the morning. The original plan was to go surfing, but as soon as you'd stepped out of the house the both of you seemed to come to a silent mutual agreement that lounging around in the sun on the porch was a much more welcoming idea instead.

And so that's what the pair of you had done; there was barely a word uttered between you both as you lay there, JJ's skin slightly sticky and damp on your own due to the heat, but neither of you seemed to mind as you simply closed your eyes and basked in the quiet, content with doing nothing with your favourite person.

JJ's hands had moved so that he was caressing your side, your skin revealed with the low cut of his shirt as his thumb rubbed patterns into your skin. In its wake it left goosebumps, JJ's touch never failing to make you shiver even in all the years you had known him. He knew what effect he had on you too, he smirked as you shivered, his other hand squeezing the flesh of your hip.

You trailed your own hands down from his hair and onto the exposed flesh of his back as he lay shirtless, and you could feel the muscles under your palms clench as you let out a small giggle. JJ chuckled along, although he'd had no idea as to what it was you were laughing at in the first place. The sound of your laugh just made him happy, he supposed.

"What're you laughing at?" He murmured quietly, chin propping on your stomach and his eyes squinting up at you. He'd moved a hand down to your thigh, now kneading the flesh there as his other remained on your side and wrote unknown words into the skin there. You grinned down at him lazily, the sun and his charming aura making you feel high. Then again, you probably were high; the blunt you'd both shared a couple of minutes earlier taking its toll.

"Nothing," you hummed. "Just really, really fucking happy right now s'all."

JJ laughed, laying a kiss onto your stomach and loving the way you giggled at the action. He pressed more there, letting out dramatic sounds of various 'mwah's' as he trailed them up further until his lips were on the skin on your collarbone, continuing his assault onto your neck. JJ's tongue darted out, and your giggles had soon turned into breathy moans of approval as he sucked on the skin, his sharpened teeth sinking into the flesh not long after. You gripped the back of his neck, fingernails digging into his hairline as your sounds of pleasure rippled through the air surrounding you without a care in the world. In that moment you couldn't care less if anyone had caught you - all that mattered was JJ, all that ever mattered was JJ. He sucked gently on your flesh, adding to the bruises that already littered your chest, stomach, thighs, anywhere he could get his mouth earlier. You both knew questions would be asked from the others, in the high temperatures of the Outer Banks your skin was almost always revealed. But again, neither of you cared.

Not when JJ's mouth left your skin with a satisfying pop, his eyes taking in the sight of the freshly bruised flesh, a content smile on his lips. He leaned down and peppered a kiss to the lovebite, soothing his tongue over it afterwards. You let out a sigh, suddenly breathless under his heated gaze.

JJ shuffled his body up and closer, one leg in between yours as his right hand came up and held your face tenderly in his palm, the rough skin of his thumb swiping along your brow as he grinned cheekily down at you. "You're fucking beautiful y'know that?"

Your cheeks blazed, an almost embarrassed laugh leaving your mouth and you shook your head at his words. JJ looked offended suddenly, his brows furrowing as he nodded furiously. "Um, yes you are. Don't you dare say that you're not because you're, fucking, beautiful, okay," between each word he left lingering kisses to your lips with his own, and you knew it was probably the weed in his system that had spurred him to such a romantic confrontation, but you welcomed it regardless, giggling against his lips as one leg hooked around his waist. "Fucking god, you keep doing that and we won't be moving from this hammock all day."

"I'm not complaining about that," you replied and pressed your lips harder to his. JJ let out a groan, his body impulsively pushing down further onto yours, his hips directly on yours, chests pressed close together, his arm holding him up enough near your head so he didn't suffocate you completely, his other kneading the soft flesh of your bikini bottom clad ass. Your own hands caressed the skin of his abdomen, fingers sprawled and feeling his abs tense underneath the tips. You pulled away only slightly, taking in the sight of his flushed face, his eyes bright and yearning, flashing with something you couldn't quite place and his lips swollen and so very red. "Thank you, by the way." You whispered as you reached up and pushed the hair from his face. "You're pretty beautiful yourself, hon."

JJ seemed to understand what you were getting at then, his chest heaving with a chuckle as he shook his head at you. He leaned down and placed a kiss to your nose, returning his head to snuggle into your neck as you were once again wrapped around each other. "Thanks, I know," he joked (possibly) as his hands resumed their pattern of soothing shapes on your ribs. You hummed a random tune, the calming atmosphere returning around the pair of you on the porch. It was quiet for a few more minutes, your eyes closing involuntarily and almost falling asleep right then and there before JJ spoke up again. "You're my best friend, y'know."

The words were so quiet you almost missed them, but with the silence surrounding you, you'd heard them loud and clear. Your eyes opened and you glanced down at the boy laying atop of you, his face hidden in the skin of your neck.

"I would hope so," you laughed slightly, having no clue as to where JJ was planning on going with the fact. "You're my best friend too. I'd be lost without you and the guys."

"No," JJ shook his head. He shifted in his place, eyes connecting with yours as you sent him a questioning look, quirking your eyebrow. JJ sighed deeply, sucking his lower chapped lip into his mouth for a second before releasing it and allowing your finger to trace the outline of it. "You don't get it. You're like, my best friend. I know it sounds stupid and I'm probably a selfish fucker for saying it, but I'd put you above everyone else. You are above everyone else. And like, I don't know how else to explain it but you mean the fucking world to me. Without you, I'd be nothing. If I lost you, I'd fucking die."

His voice broke at the end, and it damn near broke your heart as you hushed him gently, arms circling around his head and holding it close to your chest. You kissed his forehead, hearing him sniffle before he raised his head and met your eyes, the sea blue crystallised by unshed tears.

"I feel like I've known you my whole life, and I just - I don't know what I'd do without you. I'm scared honestly, shit fucking feared of losing you, or you realising that I'm just a no good low life and you could do better, and honestly you could and I don't even know what the fuck you're doing with me," JJ chuckled darkly and you shook your head, feeling tears prick at your own eyes at his words. "And I don't even know if you want to be with me, or if what we're doing is some mistake you're gonna regret, but you're my best friend."

The earnest in his voice made your heart clench in your chest. You'd seen JJ cry numerous times, seen his facade break and his world around him to crash, seen the emotions pour out of him with so much force whether they be happy, sad, fucking hysterical or ecstatic; and you'd loved him through it all. The realisation of just how much you loved him, that went beyond friendship and into pure, earnest and genuine love for the boy in front of you, made your head swirl and butterflies in your stomach to clash heavily against your ribcage. Something warm spread throughout you, and you welcomed the feeling with open arms. You loved JJ Maybank, purely and honestly, with every fibre in your being.

"J," you murmured carefully, gripping his damp cheeks and forcing him to look at you. His face was unreadable, but you could see in his eyes what he was feeling in that moment. "You're fucking crazy, alright? Everything about you is so damned chaotic and I love every bit of it. I love every bit of you, so much. Do you know how scared I was that you would take all this back? Regret it all, leave me for someone better. I was scared shitless, because I cannot lose you. You're my best friend, and all I wanna do is spend all my time with you."

"I've never felt like this before," you whispered as JJ's gaze softened, hands gripping your hips and squeezing gently. You traced the worry in his brows, easing it away, traced the bottoms of his eyes, the slope of his nose and the outline of his lips. He breathed against your fingertips, the soft exhale making the hairs on your arms raise. "I love you, J. And if you think you're ever gonna get rid of me, you're terribly fucking mistaken."

JJ chuckled at that, blonde head falling on your chest as he breathed in and out, seemingly catching his breath at your confession. "Thank god," he breathed, cheeky gaze raising to catch yours as he grinned, suddenly surging forward and catching your lips with his own in a deep and passionate embrace that had you feeling dizzy at the pure feel of it all. "I was scared you were gonna tell me to fuck off, thought you were using me for my body for a minute there, babe."

You full on laughed, breaking away from his eager lips to let it out, your hands clutching his cheeks and your legs squashing his body atop yours from where they were wrapped around his waist. "You're such a fucker, J." He kissed along your jaw in response, biting down softly. "God, that weed must have been some new level shit."

"Nah," JJ shook his head and grinned. "You just drive me crazy, babygirl." His hands wandered from your ribs higher till his fingertips just slipped under the material of your bikini top. He pressed a further series of tender kisses to your chest, trailing them down and then back up to meet your lips once more. He gazed lovingly at you, looking golden in the sunlight. "I love you too, by the way. Just so y'know."

You grinned softly, catching his bottom lip with your teeth when he began to pull away, pulling a delicious groan from him. "I know," you echoed back to him, lips raising on their own accord to match JJ's almost shy smile at your declaration. "Hey, can we stay home today? Wanna watch the sunset with you later."

JJ snorted, laying one last lingering kiss to your lips before snuggling back into your neck, his eyelashes brushing against your delicate skin. "Whatever you want baby," he chuckled, breath warm. "Whatever you want."

Yours and JJ's (now established, thankfully) relationship only progessed from there; it was in the little things, spending every moment you could get with each other, always touching in some kind of way whether it to be hands curled around one another's, fingers dancing on skin, shoulders and arms brushing, legs squished beside each other. It was all new, and it was all so exciting, and any worries that the two of you may had shared earlier vanished and in their wake came new thoughts of the future, of which you'd spend together.

If the gang had noticed the change, they hadn't mentioned it. Though you already knew Kie suspected something a long time ago, and probably Pope and John B too, due to JJ's little episode at the kegger that time. But you and JJ rejoiced in the unknown, relationship growing stronger each day all the while. You weren't trying to hide it - god forbid, you'd both been waiting so long for it, but you hadn't officially announced you were boyfriend and girlfriend either. There wasn't anything to say, you thought. The relationship came naturally, years of close friendship gradually turning into something more for the pair of you, and you'd both agreed it would be way funnier for the gang to come to their own conclusions and confront you about it themselves. However long that would take them.

The Pogues had driven the HMS Pogue out to the marsh, planning on drinking, swimming and simply hanging out for the day. Sarah had joined you on that particular day, body pressed close to John B's as the group lounged around on the boat, you and JJ wrapped around each other as usual.

His muscular arm was wrapped around your shoulders as you sprawled out close together, your legs thrown over his as your body angled towards his own, head resting on his shoulder. Your hands held the one thrown over you, absentmindedly playing with his ring adorned fingers. His other gripped your knee laying over his, thumb rubbing gentle patterns into the tanned skin there.

Nobody had mentioned your closeness - it was nothing new, the pair of you had always been so close, always touching even before becoming a couple. But Sarah wasn't as close with you as the others, and though she was aware of how close you and JJ were, she wasn't as up to date with everything like everyone else. You'd had no idea that she always just assumed the pair of you were dating, until that day.

"So, you guys are like, a couple right?" She'd asked out of the blue, eyes directed onto you and JJ. Kie suddenly sat up straight, sunglasses raising to rest atop her head rather than on her nose, Pope beside her seemingly taking as much interest, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees as he listened.

From beside Sarah, John B laughed and shook his head. "Everyone thinks that," he grinned, looking to you and JJ who shared a knowing glance. Sarah looked at him in confusion. "They can't help it though, their sexual tension is through the roof."

Sarah looked even more confused. "Wait, so you guys aren't together?"

JJ cleared his throat, arm tightening around your shoulders. You squeezed his hand as you stared up at him, smiling softly at his uncertain gaze. Once he'd met your eyes, the uncertainty faded away and in its place came a cheeky kind of look, mischievous and so attractive that you had to hold yourself back from kissing him right then and there. You knew it was time to come clean; and you thought it would scare you, your relationship suddenly becoming so real, but the thought only made your insides twist and churn with nothing but excitement.

You looked back at Sarah, who's gaze was still on the pair of you, as well as everyone elses. You noted the almost giddy expression on Kie's face, the barely suppressed curiosity on Pope's, and the suddenly confused one of John B's. You almost laughed, but held it in to say, "Actually, yeah. JJ and I are together."

JJ squeezed you gently as the reactions from your friends began. Kie grinned smugly, Sarah smiled at the two of you, John B raised his eyebrows so high they almost got lost beneath his hat, and Pope slapped his knees before he lurched backwards with his arms raised above his head.

"I knew it, man," Pope shook his head, though a smile was growing on his handsome features. "I knew something's been up with you two."

You laughed as Kie scoffed, "You knew? I had it figured out from the very beginning, I could tell something had changed." She eyed you. "And I was specifically told that nothing was going on, you big fat liar!"

"I'm sorry," you chuckled. "In my defence, when you asked me about it then I actually didn't know if we were like, together together. We hadn't spoken about it yet."

JJ grinned and pulled your body closer, leaning down and pressing a sloppy kiss to the top of your head as your face was mushed into his bare chest. "Yeah, and who can blame her for wanting to keep my Sex God body all to herself?" He asked rhetorically, laughing when you slapped him on the chest with a playful eye roll.

"Wait, so are you a couple now?" John B questioned, puzzled. He looked between the pair of you, your arms wrapped around his waist, one of his still around your shoulder and hand resting between your boobs. The other brushed hair from your face, JJ's gaze loving and soft as he looked down at you before looking back towards his best friend. John B scrunched his face. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"We didn't tell anyone man," JJ shrugged carelessly. His fingers had began to play with your hair. "Figured it would be funnier for you guys to find out yourselves," he grinned. "So congratulations, you guys now know. Your reward is the knowledge that we fuck now!"

The gang groaned at his ludicrous words, and you slapped his chest with more force than you had before, just slightly as you scoffed and attempted to raise your head and move position to get a good look at him, but all JJ did was grab your hand and pull it upwards to his lips, kissing each of your knuckles instead.

You rolled as your eyes as you turned back to your friends. "We're sorry about not telling you," you said almost sheepishly. "We only really figured out what this was between us a few days ago, and by that time we just kinda forgot to mention it. This whole thing just kinda happened, we didn't know if it would last or become serious."

"And it has become serious now?" Pope voiced everyone's thoughts, glancing between the two of you. "Like, you're together as a couple. You love each other?"

You and JJ shared a look, the pair of you smiling softly as your hand raised and brushed the blonde strands of hair that fell over his brow, his own reaching up and holding the side of your jaw, his thumb swiping along your cheek lovingly. The others shared glances, unknown to you and JJ as you seemed to be lost inside your own little world for a moment.

When you came to again, you never turned from his eyes, watching the sea blue irises light up at your words; "Yeah, I love him, the fucker."

You heard a collective round of replies, but the feel of JJ's lips on yours for a second forced your attention on him and only him, your hands on his cheeks as you held him there for a full minute before pulling away, leaving a couple more little pecks on his lips. He whispered, "I love you." before he turned his attention to your friends, your smile so bright.

"I thought she'd get bored of me," he revealed unexpectedly. The Pogues (plus Sarah) all looked to him with various expressions of confusion, your own face matching theirs for a moment. JJ felt a smile tug on his lips as your hands massaged his scalp, nails scraping gently against the skin beneath. "But of course she couldn't, I mean I'm the fucking best am I not?"

The gang rolled their eyes as his normal cheeky expression returned, though they all smiled at the pair of you cuddled close together on the seats of the HMS Pogue, realising it was the happiest they'd ever seen the both of you. John B let out a sigh, shaking his head in disbelief. "Well, it's about time anyway."

And just like that, everything went back to normal. You knew they'd have more questions in the future, prepared to answer any and every one of them when they came. But your little group swayed their attention elsewhere sat out on their little boat, laughing and joking at the next topic of conversation, bright eyes and giddy smiles on every face as you drank, swam and sunbathed out there on the marsh. JJ was only looking at you though, skin golden and blue eyes shining. You loved him, you thought. How could he ever think you'd get bored of him, with his charm and quick witted words, sarcastic drawl and tendency to get into trouble, his obsession with weed and putting others before himself always, his beautiful mind and ridiculously good looks to match. He was yours, all yours. And you loved him. JJ grinned. "Are you bored yet?" He asked, just once, loving the sound of your giggle as you shook your head at his antics. "No? Good, because I'm never gonna get bored of you."

#jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x you #jj maybank imagine #jj x reader #outer banks x reader #outer banks x you #outer banks imagine #obx imagine #obx jj #jj obx #jj outer banks #jj one shot #john b routledge #pope heyward #kiara carrera #sarah cameron

[sunshinemarauder]

Don't Worry - prompt training tuesday 3/23

“I’m gonna give ‘em hell for what they did to you.”

this exactly 1000-word piece is for @authorpetalstosarah's prompt training tuesday!

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Don't Worry

“I’m gonna give ‘em hell for what they did to you,” Sirius seethed, wrapping another bandage around Lily's thigh.

It was Thursday, in the dark of the night, and Lily had apparated to Sirius's apartment, bleeding and bruised.

Two weeks ago, James had been sent on an Order mission by Dumbledore. Three days ago, Lily had left on a different mission. She'd told Sirius that she couldn't stand not knowing if James was okay or not, so she'd volunteered herself for a dangerous stakeout, leaving a four-month-old baby Harry with Sirius and Remus. Sirius had yelled at her for that, ("you two can't leave your baby with me and go off on suicide missions!") but he took Harry in like he always would.

Lily was lying on the couch in Sirius and Remus's living room, bloodied and battered. There were three long, deep cuts on her legs and stomach.

Sirius finished wrapping the bandage and stood, walking over to the kitchen to fill a glass of water and hand it to Lily.

She tried to sit up, but Sirius immediately pushed her back down.

"Don't you dare sit up, Evans! After I bandaged your wounds!"

Lily smiled at him weakly. "It's Potter now, Sirius."

Sirius growled. "Shut the fuck up."

"Don't worry. I'm alright, Sirius," Lily said gently, "And James will be too."

He didn't say anything to that.

"We're just doing what we have to if we want to win this war." Lily took his hand in hers, squeezing it lightly. "You know that."

Sirius yanked his hand from hers. "I know! And I'm here in this apartment, bloody crippled, taking care of a baby while my best mate and his wife and my boyfriend are all out there risking their lives. I don't know if this is the last time I'll see any of you, and I'm stuck here babysitting!"

He yelled the last few words, his temper getting the better of him, but quickly lowered his voice when he remembered that Harry was sleeping fitfully upstairs.

"Sorry, but I can't fucking not worry when the people I love the most could die any minute," he spat, pacing the living room.

Lily pulled him toward her, forcing him to sit at the edge of the couch, tense and stiff.

"I'm going to give you a hug, and I'm probably going to regret it after doing it, but I'll try not to open any wounds, okay?" Lily murmured, already pulling him into a hug, hissing against his shoulder.

Sirius's lips twitched without his permission. He was still mad, he reminded himself.

As if she could read his mind, Lily let go of him and looked him in the eye seriously. "It's not your fault, Sirius. And it's not forever, either. Not just the injury, but also the war. Soon, we'll defeat You-Know-Who and the Death Eaters, and we'll be living a happy, normal life where our biggest concerns will be changing Harry's diapers and our jobs."

Sirius cracked a weak smile. "Yeah. Yeah, imagine that. Just being Harry's godfather and enrolling in the Auror Academy and taking Remus out on dates. Fuck, I want that."

He sank back onto the couch, patting Lily's leg absently when she dropped her head on his shoulder.

"Until then," Lily said quietly, "all we can do is be there for each other and never give up hope. It's not easy - Merlin, it's really hard - but we made this choice, you know? You, Peter, and James never had to do this, and Remus and I could have hidden in the Muggle world and kept a low profile, but we all chose to fight because that's who we are. We're Gryffindors, and we chose to be brave."

Sirius grinned. "Hell yeah, we did."

Lily chuckled, and Sirius smoothed down her red hair. She looked tired and haggard and ten years older than she was, but she's still his radiant, brilliant sister.

"I miss them," Lily whispered, and Sirius immediately knew who she's talking about. Marlene, Mary, and Dorcas.

"I miss them too," Sirius said with a lump in his throat, remembering Marlene's witty remarks and Dorcas's loud laugh and Mary's affectionate smile.

Dorcas was killed first, by Voldemort himself, for being a Slytherin blood traitor and an extraordinary duelist.

And then Marlene and all of the McKinnons, for daring to defy him. Marlene had already been a shell of who she had once been after Dorcas died, and then even that pitiful life was ripped away from her.

When Marlene died, Mary decided that it was time to go into hiding. So she left, disguising herself as a Muggle, and didn't tell any of them where she had gone.

Sirius couldn't blame her for being scared. He would never know how it was to be a muggle-born.

"This war..." Sirius trailed away. He cleared his throat gruffly. "The next time I see my bloody cousin Bellatrix, I'm going to kill her."

Lily squeezed his hand. "I know. And we'll be right with you to keep you from crushing her skull to pieces."

Sirius grinned at the woman next to him. "You know me too well, Evans."

"It's Potter now," Lily said with a matching grin.

Sirius threw his head back and barked out a laugh. It wasn't good enough, and he wasn't going to pretend that everything was magical and perfect, but for now, it was all he had, and that was okay.

He was okay.

"Come on, I'm done talking about the war and shit," Sirius said, standing up and stretching. "How's about let's get drunk and cry about our feelings, hmm?"

Lily smiled at him, and Sirius knew that she could tell what he was thinking. "I'm a married woman and a mother now, Sirius. Drinking doesn't become of me."

Sirius groaned. "Cut the shit, Evans- Potter, fine. We both know you get piss drunk at least once a week."

Lily smirked. "Fine, Black. Merlin knows I could use a drink."

#sirius black #lily evans #sirius and lily #blackevans #lily and sirius #lily and sirius brotp #blackevans brotp #drabble #prompt training tuesday #first order #new mother lily evans

[forever-rogue]

You should be carefull or I'm gonna prompt you to death ! Let's do 186 No strings attached. & 70 This is why I fell in love with you for Javier ? Love ♥

I’m always deep in my Javi feels. Especially some soft Javi. This calls for the softest of sighs.

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It was a late Friday night. Another one. It seemed liked the millionth one in a row. It was just you and Javier left in the small office, trying to finish up before you could head home and relax for a few days. As long as nothing crazy happened of course. Steve had been gone long, using Connie as an excuse for his absence. You’d both grumbled and sighed at him, but didn’t blame him; if you had a partner you’d have used it as an excuse to leave early as often as you could.

But alas, that was not case, so you and Javier, the perpetual bachelor and bachelorette of the office remained to do finish off the weekly tasks. You finished the last bit of your weak, instant coffee with a sigh. It had gone cold hours ago. Javier was hidden behind a plume of smoke as he worked his way through yet another pack of cigarettes. He groaned as he tossed a stack of papers down, looking thoroughly done and worse for the wear. He ran a hand over his tired face as you raised an eyebrow him.

“Oh? Is that so?” you teased as you signed off on another document you had been preparing. Javier rolled his eyes at before standing up and stretching, his stiff limbs cracking with relief. You could feel his gaze shift to you as he seemed to be contemplating...something.

“Want to get the fuck out of here and get a drink?” while his proposition was tempting, and you really did want to throw down a cold beer, you decided it probably wasn’t a good idea. The last time you’d agreed to go for a drink with him it had turned into...a lot more than just a drink. You’d found yourself waking up on the other side of his bed, tired, hungover, thoroughly annoyed with yourself, and sore. You’d left his apartment without so much as a word while he snoozed away.

Neither of you mentioned it again.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea Javi,” you gave him a small smile before turning your attention back to your paperwork. You could feel his dark eyes studying you intently, trying to pry inside your brain. You gnawed on your bottom lip as you wished he would just drop the issue.

“Come on,” he strode over to your desk, standing directly in front of you, willing you to look up and meet his eyes. When you didn’t, he reached over and gently put his hand on top of your paperwork, “what’s wrong, hermosa? I feel like you’ve been...different.”

“Javier,” you leaned in your seat with a long sigh as you finally looked up at him. His expression was hard to read, a mixture of curiosity and...upset? You set your pen down slowly, trying to pick your words carefully, “the last time we went and got a drink it turned into a lot more than just a drink. I don’t...want a repeat. It’s nothing personal, Javi, you know that.”

“Sounds pretty personal to me,” he scoffed as he leaned against your desk and you shook your head, “what? You don’t trust me?”

“I didn’t say that,” you threw your hands up in exasperation, “I never said that. I trust you with my life.”

But I don’t trust my heart.

“Then what is it?” you should have known better than to ever think that he would let something go so easily. This was Javier after all.

“I don’t know if I trust myself,” you admitted, knowing that you had a tendency to become overly emotional and flirtatious as alcohol flowed through your veins. It didn’t help that you happened to harbor a lot of repressed feelings for your partner and friend, “and I don’t want to....”

“Don’t want to what?” fall even harder when you don’t love me back.

“I don’t want to fuck anything up,” you finally sighed...it was only a partial lie, “what we have, it’s good. We’re great partners, we’re good friends....we can leave it at that.”

I don’t want to break my heart.

“We’re both adults, you are aware of that, right?” he asked as it was your turn to roll your eyes at him, “that means we can do whatever the fuck we want.”

“You think I don’t know that?” your voice climbed an octave as you felt yourself getting more and more and annoyed with him. You loved him, you really did, but sometimes he just didn’t know when to leave things alone, “just let it go, Javi.”

“Fine,” he agreed reluctantly, holding up his hands in defeat, waving the proverbial white flag. You could tell from the annoyed expression on his face that he was far from done, that he really wanted to pursue the conversation further, “but just so you know, there don’t have to be strings attached.”

But what if you wanted the strings?

“Good night, Javi,” you grabbed your purse and stuffed a few things into to take home for the weekend, “I hope you have a good weekend.”

“Yeah,” he said as you walked out of the office, the only sound in the room remaining was the clicking of your heels on the tile floor. He watched you go and hung his head, letting out a long sigh as he down on the edge of your desk. Grabbing your pen, he twirled it his fingers as he replayed the conversation you’d just had. How was he supposed to convey to you just how much you meant to him, when you seemed to be so off put by him.

He hadn’t meant for things to go as far as they had when you’d last gone out for a drink. But one thing had led to another, one drink had led to a second, a second to a third, a third to a fourth, and a fourth to the two of you in his bed. It wasn’t the best thing that had happened, clearly both of you weren’t able to make clear judgments, but it didn’t mean that he regretted it. He hadn’t. Not by a long shot.

But it had broken his damn heart when you had rushed away the next morning, while you thought he was asleep. He hadn’t been; he’d been watching you gently sleep for close to an hour, the steady rise and fall of your chest as the sunlight streamed in behind you, giving you an angelic glow. He panicked when you had stirred, and his heart felt like it snapped in two when you hastily grabbed your clothes and left.

He had wanted to approach you and ask you about everything the following Monday at work, but you’d pointedly avoided him. While it made his heart drop deep into his stomach, he wanted to respect your boundaries, to give you time. It had been a struggle enough not to come to your apartment and knock on your door throughout the weekend. But he figured you needed time and space. But just how much time were you going to need?

But that had been weeks and weeks ago. And he missed you.

Missed how close you used to be. How you’d always have lunch together. How’d you spend time on the weekends together. How you’d drag him on hikes he didn’t want to, but he’d agree to go just to spend with you. How he’d tell you all these silly jokes he would make up on the spot just to hear your laugh. How he’d make all these faces at you while you were on calls just to see your smile. How you’d come to him for everything. How you’d share yourself with him fully and completely. He just...missed you.

Dropping your pen back onto your desk, he decided it was time to leave and head home. His productivity was done for the day. He considered going out for a drink by himself, even thinking about maybe taking a visit to his formerly favorite brothel, which he hadn’t been to in ages. Not since he realized what his feelings for you meant. But no. It just never hit the same anymore. He couldn’t even muster up the will to do it for information anymore. It was you, always you, that his thoughts drifted back to.

So he grabbed his things and turned the lights of, heading back to his apartment, by himself, without a drink. Another night of cold pizza and bad telenovelas it was.

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Javier was halfway through his third slice of pizza when he decided he couldn't take it anymore. He tossed the half eaten piece back onto his plate, and turned off the television. He stood up and rubbed his tired eyes, pacing around the living room for a few minutes, almost as if making up his mind about what to do.

"Fuck it," he said quietly to himself before flinging his door open and almost running down the hall to your apartment. You were so close, so physically close to him, but you seemed like a million miles away. Once he reached your door, he held up his hand and paused for a moment, listening to see if you were even home. He stuck his hear near the door and dead stopped dead in his tracks when he heard what were distinctive sniffles coming from inside.

Knocking gently against the door, he was practically bouncing on his heels as he waited for you to answer the door. It was a few moments of tense silence before he heard you shuffling to the door, slowly opening it as you realized it was him. Wiping at your red, puffy eyes you tried to plaster on a fake smile. But you weren't fooling anyone, especially not Javier.

"J-Javi," you tried to keep your voice from breaking as you pointedly avoided looking in his eyes, "what are you doing here?"

"What's wrong? Why are you crying?" he ignored your question and struggled to fight off the desperate urge to grab your face and kiss then and there. To kiss away all your pain and sorrows. To kiss until you were better. To kiss until you knew how much he loved you.

"I haven't been crying," a terrible lie. Horrible really.

"Hermosa," Javi put a few fingers under your chin and tilted your face up so you could no longer look away, "what's wrong? Please...tell me what's happened."

You remained silent for a few long moments, biting the inside of your cheek as he expectantly waited for an answer. You put your hand on his wrist and gave it a gentle squeeze, "you. It's you."

"Me?" he repeated with a shocked expression on his face as you just nodded, "I-I didn't mean to upset you earlier...I'm sorry..."

"No, you didn't..." you trailed off and met his eyes. They were filled with concern and confusion as he tried to figure out what to do, "it's just...Javi....I'm in love with you."

I'm in love with you.

The words crashed his ears like the harsh waves of high tide as he tried to process them. But if you loved him...why were you crying?

"But...you're upset," he pointed out.

"Because I fucked everything up," you said as a few tears rolled down your cheek. Javi fervently shook his head as he wiped them away, letting his hand linger on your cheek, "I kept pushing you away, I panicked, I-I-I just left after that night...I've been a mess. I just...I had no clue what to do.”

Javier wished he could tell you how much you didn't fuck up, how much he loved, how much you meant to him. He didn't even know if he could properly convey to you with words everything he was feeling.

So he didn't. So he didn't hold back and put both hands on your face and he kissed you. He kissed you like he'd never kissed anyone else. He kissed you like his life depended on it.

And you didn't want him to stop. Not now, not ever. So you held on for as long as you could. You held on until you couldn't breath, feeling intoxicated from both his kisses and lack of oxygen.

"I am so in love with you," he whispered softly, his kiss swollen lips brushing against yours, "I have been for so long."

"Really?" your voice was soft, barely above a whisper, but he heard you loud and clear. He nodded as a small smile crossed his features, "you didn't...I never would have thought..."

"How was I supposed to tell you?" he asked softly, "when I am just me, and here you are..."

You grabbed his hands and pulled himself in your apartment, shutting the door and locking it, "I..."

He cut you off by kissing you again, a strong sense of urgency behind every touch, every movement as he held onto you for dear life.

"Do you want me to tell you every reason why I love you?" he asked gently, as you nodded at him, partly serious, partly joking. He laughed, a warm, rich timbre and you relaxed in his arms, "we will be here all night...and then some."

"I've got no plans," you joked and he made a small sound of contemplation. He quickly scooped you up in his arms and walked into the kitchen, setting you down on the counter.

"This is why I fell in love with you," he whispered against your lips, "that smile."

He kissed your lips.

"That fiery personality."

Kiss.

"That beautiful laugh."

Kiss.

"Those eyes."

Kiss.

"That stubborn streak."

Kiss.

"Your fearlessness."

Kiss.

"Your-"

"Javi," you interrupted him, shushing him with a finger to his lips. He kissed your finger too, naturally, "what about all the reasons I fell in love with you?"

"I've got a few minutes," he joked, "I can't imagine it would take very long."

"On the contrary," you insisted, "it could take me hours and hours and even days."

"Is that so?"

"Mhmm," you promised, "let's see...firstly, there's that smile."

And so you kissed him.

"That silly mustache that would like ridiculous on anyone else."

Kiss.

"That voice."

Kiss.

"The dedication to your work."

Kiss.

"This beautiful nose."

Kiss.

"Those dumb little jokes I know you just make up."

Kiss.

"Hermosa," he rested his forehead against yours, such a small but intimate gesture, "I..."

"I know," you finished for him, pressing a kiss to his nose, "I know, Javi."

He silently wrapped his arms around you and hugged, holding you tightly against him. And you stayed like that for a long time, silent, not moving, but...in perfect sync, two hearts as one.

"I should go," he whispered reluctantly, "it's getting late."

"No," you insisted firmly, giving him a hopeful little smile, "stay. Stay with me."

"Are you sure?"

You'd never been more sure of anything else in your life.

"Yes."

"Okay."

"Okay," you slid off the counter, landing right in front of him before standing on your toes to give him one last kiss, "okay."

"Yeah," he agreed, and you swore you'd never seen a smile as beautiful, "it’s...it’s rotten work you know....”

You instantly knew what he was referring to.

“Not to me,” you whispered gently, just loud enough for him to hear, “not if it’s you.”

#javier pena #javier pena x reader #javier peña x reader #javier peña #javier pena x you #reader insert #narcos fanfiction #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader

[hazbinhotelandchill]

Part two to this. Honestly I was hoping someone would ask for a part two lmao

You squirmed in your spot on your bed, completely nude atop your mattress. You wished you could find purchase by grasping onto your sheets, but all of your limbs were currently being held at different angles by tentacles of all things because of course he could use tentacles as he saw fit. He sat in your chair placed at the end of your bed, one leg placed over the other, his posture relaxed as he regarded you with a heated expression. It made your toes curl.

"Now darling, I'm going to ask you questions and I want you to answer them. Should you perform satisfactory, you will be allowed to finish. Do you understand?" Swallowing hard, you nodded your head, fighting off a shiver of anticipation. His smile widened for a second, and he grabbed the index cards he had placed in his lap. “Tell me, what is oxidation?”

You let your head fall back onto your pillows, staring up at the ceiling as you thought. “I’m pretty sure it’s the process of losing electrons- ah!” You arched your back, a sudden vibrating sensation centering on your clit, causing you to moan loudly. You struggled pathetically against the tentacles that bound you, rolling your hips into the vibrator at your center.

“Correct. What is reduction?" With eyes shut tight, you whimpered, still so sensitive from the orgasm you had just had a few moments prior. Still, your mind searched for the answer, not wanting to disappoint him.

"I-it's the process of gaining electrons," you breathed, chest rising and falling heavily, your fingers flexing and relaxing. You felt the vibrator speed up, hearing Alastor hum in approval at your answer.

"Electrolysis?"

"The process of... Of decomposing a chemical using electricity." Again, the vibrator sped up, and you trembled at the sensation. Already you could feel your orgasm building, reaching it faster than you had the previous one.

"What is formed when water and metallic oxide react?” Shit. You didn't know that one, or at least you couldn't remember if you did. You bit your bottom lip, desperately searching for the answer in your head. You didn't want him to stop, you wanted to finish, you had to finish.

"I... I don't know," you whined, and when you began to feel the vibrator retreat from your body you frantically shook your head. "No, no! Please, I, uhm... Is it- is it metal hydroxide?" Your voice was weak, your eyes fluttering open to look at him. He was pleased by your answer, giving a nod of his head and he placed the index card on his lap. His eyes were on you as he placed the vibrator back to your clit, turning it up once more. You nearly sighed in relief.

"How about water and nonmetallic oxide?" A whimper passed your lips as you realized you didn't really know this one either, but you were so close. Maybe you could stall, pretend to be thinking long enough to where you'd finish before you had to answer. But Alastor could tell you were getting close-he could see it in the way your muscles were tensing, the way your hips desperately rutted against the toy at your clit. "Now, now, darling, you aren't allowed to finish until you've answered."

But he didn't pull the vibrator away this time. He kept it pressed against you, leaving you to writhe and struggle against your binds. Surely he didn't mean to have you fight off your orgasm until you could come up with the answer- but looking into his eyes you knew that that was exactly what he intended to have you do.

Panting heavily, you threw your head back into the pillow, trying to think through the pleasure ravishing your body. You stumbled around words as you tried to work through a thought process, and then you felt the vibrator speed up more, causing you to choke on your attempts at answering him. He was making it harder on you.

You thought at any moment you'd surely bite through the skin of your lip. "Water and... And nonmetallic oxide r-react to... to form..." You whimpered, you were so close. "When they react they form- fuck, Al, I- when they react they form- ah, I can't, I can't, I'm gonna-" You gasped as you came undone, mewling pathetically as you rolled your hips against your vibrator. Instantly, you knew you'd regret it, but as your orgasm washed over you it was hard to wonder about how badly you were likely to be punished.

Your body twitched as the vibrator was slowly pulled away from you, and weakly you rolled your head atop the pillow. You heard a 'tsk', and hesitantly you opened your eyes to look at Alastor. He was standing, walking over to your desk and placing the index cards on top of it. He didn't look at you as he slowly began to undo his bowtie, stepping over to your end table as he removed it. You trembled as you watched him place the fabric on the table, your stomach doing flips as he then began to undo the buttons of his shirt.

Dread was beginning to creep its way into your mind, and weakly you began to pull at your restrains. The fleshy masses only tightened around your limbs, keeping you firmly in place. "I told you not to finish," he said, undoing the final button of his shirt. Slowly the tentacles began to move, lifting you up slightly as they flipped you over on the bed. "But you just couldn't help yourself, could you?" You whimpered, hearing his shirt fall from his shoulders and onto the floor. You shivered as the sound of his zipper echoed through the room, curling your fingers into the pillow beneath you. The tentacles loosened their grip on you, until they were pulling away from you completely. You felt the mattress shift under a sudden weight, and your whole body tensed. "You really should have tried harder to hold back, my dear. Well, at least this next part will be fun for me."

Alastor lifted you by your hips, kneeling behind you. His nails dug into your skin, dangerously close to piercing the surface. You wanted to apologize, to try and save yourself from whatever he had planned for you. But then you felt the tip of his cock brush against your folds, and instead a string of desperate curses fell from your lips. One of his hands went to your hair, fingers curling tightly into your strands and lifting your head up slightly. He leaned in close, lips close to your ear, and regarded you with a relaxed grin.

"Try not to scream too loud, now- we wouldn't want to frighten the neighbors." You saw his grin widen, and in that moment he entered you with one rough thrust. You opened your lips to scream, but he shoved your face into your pillow, muffling the sounds coming from your throat. It hurt, his thick member stretching you to your limit. And what was worse, he didn't stop; he just pulled his hips back, exiting you slowly before thrusting back into you again, his skin slapping against yours. You clawed desperately at the sheets, trying to breathe as Alastor held your head firmly in place.

It was almost too much, it felt like you were being ripped in half. With each thrust you felt him bury himself deeper and deeper, reaching the most intimate parts of you. You fought back a sob as you felt his nails scrape against your scalp, his fingers letting go of your hair to instead take hold of your hips. He used them as a means to pound into you harder, pulling you back onto his dick with each thrust of his hips.

He was relentless, taking you with a ferocity that you would expect from him. At times he would taunt you, asking if you had remembered the answer to the question yet. You'd whimper, shutting your eyes tight, listening to the dark chuckle that would then fall from his lips.

Your third orgasm of the night was fast approaching, and you felt that this one was going to be far bigger than the ones previous. You began to whisper his name, feeling your drool dampen the pillow beneath your face.

"Close again already? My, my, I can't believe you're actually enjoying this. Do you enjoy being taken like the filthy little whore you are?" You whimpered pathetically, the insult turning you on far more than you would have expected it to. He could tell this, you knew, for he chuckled in your ear. "You didn't let me stop you before, so please-" He emphasized this word with a particularly hard thrust, causing a sob to rip through your throat. "-don't let me stop you now."

It took only a few more savage thrusts for you to finish, your orgasm washing over you like a tidal wave- and you squirted, you could hear it, the sound of it somehow reaching your ears through your steady stream of moans. Your body went limp, liquid dripping down your thighs as you laid there with your ass in the air, letting Alastor continue to slam into you as he chased his own climax. You figured you didn't have much of a say in the matter anyway.

Finally, after what seemed like forever but was probably only a few moments, Alastor finished inside you. You could feel him empty himself, shuttering at the feeling of being so completely full of him. A strained cry left your lips as he pulled out of you, allowing your lower half to crumple to the bed as he let go of your hips.

You felt so spent and vulnerable laying there; you wanted to curl up under your covers and sleep for hours. The mattress shifted beneath you, and your gaze shifted to Alastor, watching as he stood up and began to fix his pants. Your eyes fluttered shut, allowing yourself to slowly drift off as you forced your aching body to relax. You were nearly there when you suddenly felt something begin to wrap around your wrist and ankles, and your eyes shot open, fear filling your gut as you saw Alastor’s tentacles curling around your limbs. He couldn’t possibly think...

“Now, lets try this again shall we?” You looked over at him in horror as the tentacles flipped you onto your back, watching as he took his seat back in the chair at the end of your bed, his chest still bare before you. Looking over the index card in his hand, his eyes glanced up at you, glowing a positively wicked shade of red. “When water and nonmetallic oxide react, what do they form?”

You knew that by the end of the night, the chances of you being able to walk to class tomorrow were slim to none.

#2 in one night? #im on a roll #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor #alastor x reader #lemon

[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

6. The Wakandan Rainforest 

In the dark of night, the lonely and fearsome prince moved soundlessly through ancient and majestic trees, tall and dense. The song of insects was alive with the chirp of crickets. The starlit leaves of vines and bushes reflected the clear blue from the sky peaking through branches stretched like fingers. In a single leap, his heavy body rustled the leaves up high like wind. He was as a bird on the branch, the ghost floating above--haunting the land. His dark sated eyes gazed out at the glowing full moon, concise and set apart from the clouds--lonely and after all these years still beautiful. 

After beating the afterlife out of both Julip and Deanna for letting the girl go, he stood still as a statue on his perch until he spotted with his sharp eyes, Dawn tripping over a low branch as she was tiredly trekking through mud and dark soil, trying her hardest to avoid being bitten, stung, mauled, or worse--recaptured. Pissed at the siblings, he'd followed her from the time she first 'escaped' from the castle, running until her energy ran out. The light from outside of the canopy dropped fast making it nearly impossible for her to see which was too dangerous for her. She couldn't be in the woods alone, she'd get lost. She could be hurt. As a human she was fragile. Anything could kill her with a wrong step. He kept his eyes on her, trailing and guessing her path from above until she finally stopped too tired to continue, settling down on the ground with her back slowly against a tree to rest. There was something about her that made it impossible for him to leave her alone. It was as though he'd known her intimately since the day he was born but couldn't figure out how, like she was already a big part of him somehow. It was the same odd feeling that drove him to follow her through the woods right before her friends were murdered, even though he'd never before seen her. He'd then followed the vehicle of men and rescued her, taking her to his castle with no clear plan or motive other than keeping her near to himself to understand the feelings flowing through him, yet he'd been too shy to come close. He'd kept his distance. If anyone knew that, they'd laugh and think it nonsense--the fearsome and wicked Prince N'Jadaka--shy. It was laughable. As the oldest and strongest vampire in his kingdom, he was seen as unshakable. Alas, in all his power he still couldn't bring himself to be near a flimsy human, and now that she was running away trying to find safety he wasn't sure he was willing to stop her. 

His lime green parrots flew overhead, watching over her just as he was. It seemed they recognized her somehow as well. Night turned to day and without a need to sleep, he waited patiently for her to wake, only coming down to divert the venomous snakes and spiders that would slither her way. She woke with a start but he was already back in the trees above when she looked around in a panic. After another mile, he watched the joy in her face as she realized she'd finally reached the big tree, a marker for the pathway from the forest. She still had a long way to go on foot as slow as she was. It took her the day to get to the stream which she crossed so painstakingly, soaking the bottom of her dress and even taking a drink. He forgot she needed to eat and drink, she was probably famished. Still, she kept moving and by the time nightfall returned, she was at the meadow clearing. He was impressed. She nestled down in the open field to stay the night and he hung back in the trees, staying put to keep watch. 

The flowers claimed her in peace and the music of the night came from a chorus of crickets and frogs until a foreign noise caught his attention. He looked out from his position high in the trees to see a few men with guns walking through his forest about a mile out but the girl's direction. They did not know she was there but there was a high chance they'd find her and he could not bear the thought. Every now and then he'd find humans wandering. Some were threats and some were not, but regardless--they were all blood reserves that could not be wasted. These guys were definite threats that he needed to eradicate.

"Hold on," he pleaded silently hoping the girl would not wake and leave before he could return. He had to be quick. At top speed, he jumped from tree to tree and swooped down knocking the men unconscious and carrying them back to his castle in under 20 minutes. They'd be washed and bled for the banquet. He was back in no time at all having missed nothing. 

In the daylight when the girl woke again, she made her way a little more carefully toward the snake pit and he felt nervous watching her tiptoe across a dirt floor of rattlesnakes. He couldn't take it. When she screamed, he swooped down and pulled her out sitting her on safe ground. She seemed more terrified of him than the snakes, stumbling backward and falling in shock. She hadn't known he was following. He took a short walk away from her putting space between himself and her to put her at ease.

"You shouldn't be in these woods alone," he stated watching her step further away. "It's dangerous out here-- for someone like you. Defenseless." He could hear her heart and it was racing. He was still scaring her. He didn't know how not to. "You can't run from me," he told her hoping she would understand. It only seemed to add to her fear and then he noticed that as she backed up, she was walking into a giant web of a poisonous spider. 

"Wait! Stop moving!" He reached out but she went faster running into it and freaking out, screaming as she tried to pull off the sticky web. "Stop moving, let me help you," he said steadily with his hands up. He was able to get near and gently remove the large spindly arachnid from her hair, placing it on a nearby tree. He stayed at a distance from her while she calmed and when she caught her breath, she seemed to be a little more stable, staring at him. His nervousness returned and he stood still.

"Thanks," she muttered, her eye contact even. He straightened, not sure how to respond. He gave a stone-faced nod.

"So," she paused to look him over. "How long have you been here? You were gonna let me go," she accused. 

"No such thing, I'd have stopped you," he lied trying to be convincing. "I planned to kill you when you reached the border, you know the location of my castle." He regretted saying it when the fear resurfaced within her. What was wrong with him? Luckily her fear lasted only seconds. 

"You've had ample time," she combated watching him closely. "I think you're full of shit." 

"Oh? I'm KING in these woods, I can do what I want to who I want. You really dare to test me? Pet?" His approach was smooth as it had always been, her words lighting a fire within him. He walked right up to her until he stood inches away, but she didn't move nor did she flinch and he scoffed--shown up. "Don't test me," he smirked until she continued her path away from him. He knew it well and she was planning to walk directly into bear territory. 

"Wait," he called effectively halting her steps. She came back but only to pull him by the neck of his tunic to follow her. Of course, she wasn't strong enough to move him. It only worked because he chose it. If his subjects could see him now being led through his forest by the delicate fingers of a human woman, he'd be embarrassed but where no one could see--he didn't mind. She felt like home and being near her felt right. 

The walk was good. Peaceful. They didn't talk though he'd wanted to, he didn't know what to say. It took him twenty minutes to decide on the perfect question, ruling out three others. It was the question he wanted answered the most. He waited for what seemed like the perfect moment, she was getting a little tired and needed to stop walking for a bit.

"A week ago," he started watching her sit on the ground in her silk dress. He heard her stomach grumble aggressively and felt bad. "Hold on," he gestured pausing in his escape to look back at her. "Don't move." 

He knew of a fruit grove full of plums and he was there and back in mere minutes, offering her the fruits which she held like gold. He waited until she got one in her system to pose his question. 

"Why were you in the woods?"

The story of her travel from North America to Africa for the sake of dance intrigued him.

"Is that why your feet," he gestured with his eyes not wishing to insult her. She didn't seem to care.

"These are dancer feet, we suffer for beauty," she countered. Of course this came with a sadness stemming from her missing her performance, she was very upset and he understood why. He hadn't known about it until this moment. No one had said anything, too afraid he gathered. 

"I've never seen a ballet," he shared, curiosity bubbling. "I probably never will considering I'm contained to this forest."

"Why is that," she frowned. It was a tough question to answer, not because he didn't know but because of how it affected him. It was part of the blood curse passed from his parents to him, something his father brought on voluntarily without weighing the consequences. He was stuck with said consequences and left on his own, a baby forced to grow himself. The first wanderers he found in the forest, he turned by biting them. He didn't know then what would happen but once they turned they were bound to his side and he was no longer quite so alone though he was still lonely. That was the beginning of his kingdom and his motivation for turning straggling travelers.

"That's why you killed Deanna and Julip, you wanted friends." Her face was full of sympathy and he straightened, not liking the idea of being pathetic in her eyes.

"They're not my friends, they're my subjects. I have no friends."

"Eh, you could," she poked at his arm and he walked away, disappearing from her sight not wanting to appear weak. "Where are you going," she called dryly.

"Away."

"I was just saying if you dropped the holier than thou attitude, you might be a little less bitchy."

"Get your ass back here," she commanded and he turned on his heel incredulous. No one in his life had ever spoke to him an ounce of the way she had. If they had, he'd have tortured them to send a clear message.

"Careful," he warned, but she didn't seem fearful. Any fear she had melted the second she first challenged him. 

Bitchy? He scowled baring his teeth.

"I'll show you bitchy," he whispered lunging at her. She screamed tripping over herself to get away but he noticed that her heart was steady. As he chased her in slow motion compared to his possible speed, she wasn't afraid. She was having fun. She screamed again tossing a plum at him which he caught as she giggled running behind a tree. It was when he broke the branch she was hiding behind like a toothpick that she stopped giggling. 

Passing him she made her easy back to their spot and though he'd gotten a little bit carried away, he couldn't deny that it was the most fun he'd ever had.

"Uhh. Maybe we should just talk some more, yeah?"

He shrugged.

@goddessofthundathighs @thadelightfulone @mszrenee @woahitslucyylu @badgalbrix1 @supersizemeplz @idont-know-shit @ladymac82 @xsweetdellzx

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[pjoseries]

hi! congrats on reaching 600 followers!! i'm a brand new follower and i'd love to request ✨ a drabble for percabeth and soulmate (born with a tattoo of soulmate's last words) thank you and congrats again!

✨ soulmates are born with a tattoo of their soulmate's last words (ao3 link)

(***post-canon, major character death, some violence)

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The ocean is quiet today. The waves skirt passed her ankles like it’s afraid to overwhelm her. It won’t. Nothing about the water can—too many memories steeped in sunlight, gold dripping through her hands until all that’s left are remnants of the shine she once experienced. She should try to thank Poseidon for taming the sea for the day, but she thinks he needs it too. He’s always been fond of Percy and despite knowing him for years, the death of his son will still weigh heavily on him. 

Annabeth curls her knees up to her chest and she settles her head down, one hand drifting mindlessly through the sand. It takes her a minute to realize she was doodling Percy’s features, nothing really distinct. Just the sharp line of a jaw, the swoop of his hair, the curve of his smile. It hasn’t been long since the funeral, since she gripped Percy’s shroud in her hands and watched as everyone bowed their head and spoke a prayer when it caught flame, but she’s so scared of forgetting his face. She wipes away the sand on her bare calves, letting it stick to her even if the coarseness of it makes her itch under her skin. 

She can’t help but remember the last time his funeral happened, years ago when they were both just teens, and Percy barged in on his shroud burning. Gods, the anger left as quickly as it appeared, too busy drowning in relief at the sight of him. She remembers those weeks after she left Percy to die on that mountain, remembers how she thought with a bitter tinge of regret that he wasn’t her soulmate, but he was her best friend and she lost him and it took everything in her not to break down because it was her fault. 

Then he came back. But he’s not coming back this time. Not even if she begs the gods, travels down to Hades to bargain for his soul herself. She’s not Orpheus and he’s not Eurydice and they’re not a tragedy or some messed up story that can be solved with a few tricks and pretty words. 

Percy’s dead.  

He said the last words etched into the fabric of her skin. That’s more permanent than death. 

His words ache on the side of her ribs, burning a little. It’s nothing she hasn’t dealt with before, so she just shifts quietly to ease the pain. 

There’s a crash of a wave that’s louder in her ears and somebody sits next to her. She doesn’t turn her head from her view of the sea. Bits of sun peaks through the gray skies and it hits the water, bouncing the light back up to her own gaze. The ocean today is a few shades off from Percy’s eyes. 

“I’m sorry for your loss,” Poseidon says, something caught in his throat. Annabeth ignores it and nods in acknowledgement. 

She coughs. “I’m sorry for yours too.”

They stay silent and the waves recede even more, not like when Percy does it. He restrains it so much when he’s emotional, it roars back at him, a perfect representation of his own thoughts. Today though, it’s not suppressed and bubbling and ready to strike out again. It’s just sad.  

“He’s probably waiting in Elysium.” The for you is implied, but she hears it all the same. 

“You knew?” she asks, spreading her legs out in front of her. She risks a glance at Poseidon and, fuck, it hurts so much to see Percy in him. She adds, almost casually if it’s not for her eyes stinging from the tears she’s holding back, “That we’re soulmates. Were soulmates.”

“It’s not a known fact, but we can sense soulmates. Not to the extent that Aphrodite does, but the stronger the bond, the more apparent it is.”

“How long have you known?”

“Oh, early on,” he says, giving her a gentle smile. “Perhaps when you were dancing back in Olympus. The first time, mind you.”

The laugh that leaves her chest is a little wobbly. She wipes her tears away swiftly. “I miss him. So much.”

“I do too.”

“I don’t know how I’m gonna do this without him,” she says, her hands trembling. “He had so many years left, so many left—” with me. “A-and now I have to live without him? Stupid Seaweed Brain. He could’ve at least waited a few more damn years! Demigods don’t live long anyway, I’d probably get killed by some rogue monster.” 

In a fit of childish anger, she throws some sand at the sea. It doesn’t help. She huffs out an exasperated breath and lays down, throwing an arm over her eyes. The sand tickles at her scalp and she can feel a lump of slimy seaweed near her arm. 

Stupid seaweed. 

Her chest shakes with silent sobs and Poseidon taps at her shoulder, giving her time to grieve. And she has time. All the time, without Percy. 

Annabeth sends a prayer to Percy and thinks, I’ll see you later.

It must’ve been the wind, but she can almost hear a voice call back: Take your time. I’m not going anywhere. 

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Annabeth finds Percy in the crowd and jumps into his awaiting arms, ignoring any odd stares that’s sent her way. He lifts her up off her feet and twirls her around before kissing the tip of her nose. He grins widely, his dimple widening and she presses her lips to it. 

“Missed you,” she says into his cheek. 

“Missed you too, baby,” he says, then whispers, “How’s Olympus holding up?”

She rolls her eyes and threads her arm through Percy’s, gripping at his elbow as they start walking down to their apartment. “You’d think after fifteen years, they’d finally stop arguing about statute placements. Anyway, forget that. Who are we meeting today for dinner? Is it Demeter’s kids or Apollo’s?” 

“Neither, it’s Nike’s kids today.”

Percy makes it a tradition to bring some of the kids out one day of the week to Sally’s for a wellness check-up and ask if they need a place to crash while some transition out of camp back into the world. Annabeth thinks it’s sweet that Percy’s such a caring camp counselor. She knows if someone ever did that for her back when she was a year-round camper, she’d cry. As much as she loves it (and she does, enough to share some of Percy’s camp duties when she has some free time during summer), it’s rather isolating. 

While they’re walking, they hear the sound of metal and hissing and they take one look at each other before they run towards the alleyway. 

It’s one of the kids, bruised up and bleeding, but her sword’s still up despite her whole arm shaking. The kid’s eyes catch Percy’s and her body relaxes slightly, but enough for the empousa on the far right to begin striking. 

Percy quickly uncaps riptide and intercepts it. His movements are sure and steady, moving his body in front of the kid’s. Annabeth flicks her wrist and her knife comes down easily in her hand. She circles the next two empousi on the left and manages to kill one by surprise. Annabeth’s lucky she’s wearing a simple tee and jeans instead of her usual outfit whenever she goes up to Olympus. There’s way too many for one kid and her mind whirs with hundreds of possible answers as to why there’s a hoard near Sally’s apartment tonight. Despite her thoughts, she manages to gut another one while Percy’s fighting off two more and the kid another. 

In what seems like a split second, the kid screams and Percy turns around and blocks the attack that would’ve gone through the kid’s heart. But as he does so, his back turns against the other two and Annabeth rushes to fight them off because, dammit, she should’ve had his back. In a panic, she throws her knife and it lodges into one of their heads, leaving her knife clattering on the ground surrounded by dust. But she’s too late. Gods, she’s too late. 

Annabeth picks her knife back up, but the empousa tears a whole through Percy’s side, just as he kills the one targeting the kid. Annabeth yells, feral and wild, and slits the empousa’s throat, the last of their gurgling laugh dying as they turn to dust. 

Percy slumps to the floor and Annabeth rushes to him. She pats at her pockets for her emergency stash of ambrosia, but they’re flat. She turns towards the kid, frantic, and orders, “Run back to Sally’s and grab the ambrosia.”

The kid’s eyes were flickering towards Percy’s stomach. Frightened. Annabeth doesn’t have the guts to admit that she’s frightened too. “Go.”

The kid runs and Annabeth’s attention is back to Percy who’s shivering. They have no water, no ambrosia, and they’re in the middle of a damn alleyway and he’s bleeding out so fast. Shit. 

“Percy,” she says, trembling. “Can you move? We have to move, baby.”

“Can’t,” he grits out. He lets out a forced laugh. “Think my insides are gonna pop out.”

Annabeth’s vision is blurry and she can’t fucking see anything. She shudders in a breath and tries to gently hold Percy together. “Percy, please. Please, this can’t be how it ends. You’re supposed to be with me forever.”

“Sorry,” he says. “Sorry, baby. My—fuck, my forever isn’t that long. Glad I spent it with you.”

“We have to get out of here,” she mutters, leaning down and pressing her forehead to his. Her tears fall on his cheeks. She repeats, “We have to get out of here.”

There’s something unbearably sad in Percy’s gaze. The hand that’s not pressed to his stomach reaches up and tucks her hair back. It falls back down, too weak to hold itself up any longer. “Everything will be alright. It’s okay, Annabeth. Everything will be alright.”

She shakes her head and sobs.

Those are the words tattooed on her ribs. When she reaches up again to say more, Percy’s eyes were glazed and distant, staring up at the gloomy sky. 

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When they find her, she’s still crying, holding her dead soulmate to her chest.

#percabeth fic #percabeth drabbles #percabeth #pjo #f: pjo #p: percabeth #misc: fr #my writing #* #je réponds #la poste #alyssa's 600 #frozen2s #tw character death #tw violence #yet again the tags fail me #fic: we can meet again somewhere

[sadweeb69]

OC information

Okay, so, I used to have a super detailed OC on Amino whose information would literally take up half my bio (I'm not kidding. If you followed me on Amino, my bio was hella long, mostly because of the memes and my OC's info. There was a lot of ranting). But since Amino fucking Thanos snapped my account and yeeted the remains to the stratosphere and I'm unwilling to make another account because climbing up the ranks is long and tedious as hell, I had to come here and (hopefully) find some people to roleplay with. Kinda like starting from scratch. So, here's a version of my OC's info without all the excess information.

...Okay, maybe SOME of the excess information ._.

It's just the info I remember, though (my dumb-ass didn't write it down on a piece of paper or copy and paste it on a Google Doc-)

[REMINDER] None of this information is about me (the person typing all this). Just saying this for clarification. ALSO! None of the pictures belong to me. The artwork's not mine and neither are the screenshots of Gerard Way (my beloved)

Name: Matthew Daniel Woods

Age: 21

Birthday: October 7th. He doesn't celebrate it for... reasons.

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Bisexual (he prefers men, but he still feels hopelessly attracted to women)

Appearance: Long, black hair that covers his right eye, ocean-blue eyes, black hoodie, all black clothing, lean but muscular body, scars all over his chest, stomach, arms, and back, one large burn scar on his right cheek that's covered by a face-mask which covers the lower half of his face (from his nose, mouth and cheeks to his neck/throat)

Height: 5'11 (he a tall boi)

Faceclaims

Realistic

I'm fucking obsessed with Gerard Way, okay? It's not my fault I'm obsessed with hot emo boys. He awakened a... certain feeling in me-

Shirtless

Hot shirtless bois for... research purposes-

Anime

Personality

Cold, rude, loner, pessimistic [on the outside], sad, scared, angry, alone [on the inside], probably locks himself in his room while crying to My Chemical Romance

Likes: Waffles, cats, his personal space

Dislikes: Most people, women (most women he dated in the past used him because of his body and didn't care if he was suffering), dogs (he's allergic to them. When he's around them, he sneezes like a kitten), his father, his personal space being invaded, being flirted with, people who don't think waffles taste good, physical affection (he's kinda like a vampire, except he won't shrivel up and turn to dust. He'll just hiss and wish he were either somewhere else or dead)

Weaknesses

This man can't dance to save his life. He can sing, but not dance. When asked to dance with someone, he'll just say he doesn't like dancing.

Do not let this man near an oven or anything that can set a house on fire (lighters, matches, etc.). First of all, he has trauma relating to fire. Second of all, if he hates you (and I mean more than he hates anyone), he'll burn your house down. No regrets. Toasters are fine, though. He prefers those since they don't burn his waffles to a crisp

He isn't really the best at being nice. He can try, but he has a short fuse

He's not good with manners. Sure, he'll say, "please" and "thank you", but that's all

Whenever he's around dogs, he sneezes like a cute little kitten. He's embarrassed by his dog allergy

He smokes. However, he only smokes when he's thinking of his Mom

Strengths

He... kinda has a sense of humor - if you count sarcasm and ranting about how much of a piece of shit his father is

For someone who seems like he has a deep and intimidating voice (which he does! But it's not the seductive kind. It's more like the "I'm gonna beat your ass if you don't shut up" kind mixed with the pretty boy kind. He's basically hot, but he's not afraid to beat your ass if he has to. Think of a mix of Corpse Husband and Jotaro Kujo from JoJo's Bizarre Adventure), he actually has a pretty nice singing voice

Like I said, my account on Amino got yeeted and I didn't write down the information or copy and paste it on a Google Doc, so this is all the information I remember. I wanted to keep it as simple as possible

#oc #roleplay

[artificialqueens]

Gimme Love, 6/9 (Miz Cracker/Blair St Clair) - Grinder

AN: Welp, I'm back from travelling! For anyone interested to know how it went; it was great (if you love stress). Liverpool is a lovely place but I've destroyed my bank account :D

Anyway! We got 4 more chapters of this fic! This is where the conflict begins. I hope yall enjoy.

TW for this chapter: Homophobia, homophobic slurs

2020

The cake was in the fridge. We'd be seeing him later. For now, we settled for some spaghetti. It had become a sort of tradition for Jujubee and me for moments that needed celebrating. But we hadn't done it in so long, what with the stress of work.

"So, Juju, as you can see, I've labelled the pages you're allowed to read, so don't go looking at other shit, OK?" I asked, chopping up a red bell pepper.

"Why? If I do, am I gonna find some porn-y shit?" She quipped, running a hand along with the butterfly print book.

"Honestly, you know all of those details anyway." I gave her a smirk, taking a piece of pepper and throwing it over to her.

I almost expected it to fly past her head, but she caught it in her mouth. Skill.

"OK, but what's in the box, though?"

I almost forgot what she was even referring to. But following her gaze, I saw it, sitting on the kitchen counter beside the fridge. "Oh, that?" I scraped the peppers into the saucepan, "That is my memory box."

"Ooh, that's even more exciting." She beamed.

"No. We're not opening it." I moved on to an onion.

"Aw, why not?" Jujubee whined.

"Because I made my Mom promise me she wouldn't give it to me until I turned 50. But I was weak and begged her to give it back. So now, I've promised myself to not look inside until I turn 50." The air was no longer clean, poisoned with the acid from the onion. My eyes were beginning to sting.

"Aw, Brie, you don't need to get all emotional about it." She had to go and joke about the tear now trickling down my cheek.

"Girl, this is torture," I wipe my eye along my wrist, pretty sure my eyeshadow has been fucked up. "Did I fuck up the smokey eye?"

"Nope." I knew she was lying to me, but she couldn't take her eyes away, "You look absolutely gorgeous as usual."

"Not as hot as you, though." I sniffed. I needed her to focus on reading so I could finish chopping the onion as soon as possible. "Anyway, you wanna read something in there?"

Jujubee opened the book and immediately laughed, "Jesus Christ, Brie, bit dark."

She showed me the first page, childlike scribblings read 'Brianna's Diary. DO NOT TOUCH! Or this will happen to you!' An arrow led to a picture of a grave.

"I never even noticed that before," I chuckled.

"With a warning like that, I better find some crazy shit in here." she cleared her throat, "So starting in 1994, 'Diary Diary, Today, I had a fight with Jujubee. She really upset me, but I upset her too. I should say sorry. That's all. Bye.'" Jujubee lowered the diary, "you bitch, why did you upset me?"

"I have no idea, girl. I mean, didn't we do that a lot back then?" I shrugged.

"I bet you started it though," She lifted the book again, a coy smile on her face. "OK, moving on to 1995," she cleared her throat, "'Dear Diary, today Mommy and Juju's Mommy took us to see Pocahontas at the movies. It was very good. Goodnight.'" Jujubee paused to giggle, "God, I love how detailed this is. You could have added so much more."

"Girl, I was 8 years old. Writing more than 4 sentences was like writing the bible to me." I countered, finally scraping the onions into the pan with the peppers.

"Yeah, but we did so much more that day. We went to McDonald's after, we found that little frog pond in the woods." She pointed out.

I hadn't even remembered that. Now I kind of wished my younger self would have pushed herself to write more.

I was too busy rifling through my messy cabinet for oregano to notice Jujubee just flicking through page by page.

"But, you wrote 3 pages worth of poetry to Blair St Clair?"

Once I found the spice, I spun around to look at her, "Juju, I told you to only look at the pages that were labelled."

She held a hand up, "OK, I'm sorry." She closed the book.

I felt bad, thinking maybe my harsh tone brought the fun to a grinding halt. Squeezing my eyes shut, releasing a sigh, I said, "I'm sorry. That was uncalled for."

She took a sip of her water while I added the oregano to the saucepan.

"So, did you text her back?" She played with the glass in her hands.

I pursed my lips and shook my head. "Why? Do you think I should?" I asked quietly.

"Nah, not really."

"Well, why not?"

Jujubee shrugged her shoulders and went to look at her nails. "Don't know."

I clicked my heel, my tongue running along the top row of teeth behind my closed mouth. "Well, I've been thinking about it. I mean, maybe that's the problem. Maybe I could be a bit more responsive."

She made a humming sound. I was unsure what it was supposed to mean.

"OK, what's going on?" I put both hands on the counter.

"I don't know. I just think…" she paused, trying to find her words, "I don't see the point because the same shit will just happen again."

"The same shit?" I repeated, "what's that supposed to mean?"

"Well, her speaking all but 10 words to you and then completely ignoring your existence." She put a hand under her chin.

"Well, maybe that wouldn't happen if I actually spoke to her like I wasn't terrified for once," I suggested.

She squeezed her eyes together, "Oh no, Brie. I knew this was going to happen."

"What was going to happen?"

"The whole Blair thing. I thought you were over it. Well, until she messaged you recently, I had a creeping feeling that it was all gonna come back."

"Juju, listen to yourself. You're talking like this is an actual problem."

"I hate to say it, but it is. Do you remember the time she hung out with you in the library? You were so excited the next day. I hadn't seen you so happy in so long. You wouldn't stop talking about how she would probably be there again." She paused, "But she wasn't. And you were so disappointed."

"Yeah, but things could be different now."

"And how's that?"

"Well, I'm a different fucking person now, that's one thing. I'm successful, I'm smart, I'm hot as fuck, rich as fuck - -"

"And you think that's gonna be the game-changer for her? That she's gonna come running into your arms? Because if that's the case, that says a lot about her." Jujubee rolled her eyes.

"Well, I'm a big girl, now. If it happens again, I'll just get on with things. I'll move on.

"That's a lie."

I squinted my eyes. "Why are you being like this right now? You're so salty just because I fucked wrote a private letter to her as a child."

"This isn't about the letter, Brie. You know why I'm being like this. You shouldn't need to ask." But she continued, "You've never dealt with never having parents. You think that if Blair was to suddenly be truly interested in you, you'd get over the feeling of being unwanted. Yet you're surrounded by people who love and support you, who'd stick with you to the end. But right now, you don't give two fucks about them because you're too busy panicking about some girl from high school."

I lift my head again, putting one hand on the desk and the other on my hip, "Well, congratulations, Juju. Sounds like you got me all figured out. Hey, you wanna talk about my Grandpa next?"

She only reacted to that with a scowl. And she spoke again.

"You remember the prom? Do you remember what happened? Do you remember how she didn't do anything to stop Trevor?"

My eyes shifted away, just for a second. "She told him to stop."

"Which did nothing."

I wanted to argue how she was unfair. How it was so wrong to blame Blair for the prom incident. But I was distracted by a burning smell. Only now did I notice the onions and peppers blackening.

I quickly moved the saucepan off the heat, feeling it only radiating in my own face. I put a hand on the counter, the other on my hip. "OK, Juju, maybe you should leave."

It was safe to say Jujubee was taken aback. She remained still for a second before pushing her stool out. "So that's how it is? Kicking me out when you're faced with the truth?"

"Juju, just leave, please." I felt my hands clench around the edge of the counter, my nails digging into my hip.

"I am!" She grabbed her coat and stormed from the kitchen. I flinched upon hearing the door slam shut, and only then did it sink in - the dread, the feeling of regret.

I looked at the hob, the burnt vegetables unsavable. So they went in the trash. My stomach grumbled. But I couldn't bring myself to start over again.

Opening my fridge, my eyes were immediately on the cake. And I glanced over my shoulder, looking where she had sat, now feeling a sense of emptiness. Not in me, but the room. Like I was alone.

I was alone.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." I repeated as my hand clenched on the door. The cool air from the fridge felt nice but not enough to stop my panic.

I looked at the cake again, feeling the urge to throw it out the window. Or maybe just send it back to her.

Bitchy, I know. But I couldn't help it. I wouldn't be feeling like this if she hadn't acted the way she did.

I slammed the door shut, kicking it for extra measure. And in my heels, I almost tripped.

Filled with more anger, I paced around for a few minutes, aggressively cussing to myself.

Don't get me wrong, one part of me said she was right about Blair.

No. She isn't. I was going to prove Jujubee wrong.

I picked up my phone from the counter, found the message and began to type with trembling fingers.

"Blair…" I panted, "So sorry...for getting back to you so late... I'm a busy woman, as you...probably already know...Look... I'm just gonna say it...I really like you...I always have...You make me feel so confused...yet so happy at the same time...I feel a connection between us...I always have...I don't know whether you ever felt it or not...but I do hope so...I would love to meet up with you sometime soon...and maybe have a coffee...I don't know...maybe even some wine, if you want. I look forward to hearing back. Brie x"

My thumb hovered over the send button. The only sound I could hear was the ticking of the clock. Not even my own breathing.

I pulled my thumb away, closed my eyes and breathed out. "Brie. You sound fucking crazy. You sound insane. You can't just send shit like that." I repeated words of the same nature to myself, trying to usher myself off the edge before I could do something idiotic.

"Jesus Christ." I opened my eyes again, which were now glossy with tears. I wouldn't blink. I wouldn't let them fall.

Big mistake.

I thought I tapped the chat bar, going to delete the message. But my blurred vision said, "haha, no."

I tapped the button next to the chat bar. The send button.

The little noise my phone made as it was sent may as well have been the same as a gun clicking.

"Oh, God." My eyes couldn't tear away from the small screen. My heart rate increased. "No, no, no, you fucking idiot!" I pressed my thumb down on the message.

There was a delete option.

I clicked it.

'Are you sure? The recipient may have already seen the message.'

I backspaced to check.

There it was, the tiny version of her profile picture falling to the bottom of the screen. She was reading it.

"Fuck!!" I blurted.

I put the phone down on the counter, began pacing for a moment, and looked back at the phone. This went on for a few minutes. I wanted to be as far from my phone as possible. But also needed to know if she had replied.

This was it.

Blair was going to know how I was weirdly obsessed with her.

She was going to know I was checking her out in the library that one time.

She was going to know that I had fingered myself so many times at the thought of her.

What were my options?

Suicide - Not gonna happen.

Running away - But the project.

Reply with 'Hey, sorry! My friend took my phone, haha' - did anyone ever believe that excuse?

Block her before she could reply - then she'd think I was even more crazy.

Call up her place of work and somehow get her phone confiscated - why, though? That would involve Facebook stalking her again, trying to think of an excuse. Even if I did so successfully, she still saw the message.

All of the options just lead to cons. It was hopeless.

With shaky fingers, I switched my phone off and practically threw it onto the counter.

My body sank to the ground, now holding my head in my hands.

What do I do? What do I fucking do?

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

2004

I was shaking. Only slightly.

There was something about the prom that made me feel so on edge.

Maybe it was all the people, all together in one room.

Perhaps it was the fact the chess boys asked to make out.

Or perhaps it was the fear of missed opportunities. Opportunities that involved a certain someone.

I watched from the side of the room as Blair took pictures with her friends on her pink digital camera. There was a feeling of regret causing my stomach to twist, my fists clenching onto my purple dress.

That could have been me.

I felt a hand moving a curled lock of hair from my shoulder.

"Just think, girl; we're almost there," Jujubee appeared in front of my vision, "College is just around the corner."

"I can't wait to be out of here," I spoke quietly.

Everyone turned their attention to the stage as Rosé appeared, announcing it was time to crown Prom King and Queen.

"Well, it's pretty obvious who our queen is." Jujubee crossed her arms.

I knew who she was thinking of. To be fair, it was pretty obvious. But I wasn't complaining.

Trevor was our Prom King, not my King anyway. I scoffed as he cheered, being pushed up to the stage by his team.

"Jesus Christ, who would have thought." Jujubee took a sip of her punch, spilling a drop on her lilac puffy-sleeved dress.

"And your Prom Queen is…" Rosé paused, pulling the result from the envelope.

3...2...1…

"Blair St Clair!"

I smiled for the first time since walking into the place. I applauded her victory as she walked up onto the stage.

Blair hugged Rosé and whispered something in her ear. I had no idea what it was, but I was too distracted as Trevor just stared.

"You wanna make a speech, girl?" Rosé joked into the mic.

Blair laughed, covering her face with embarrassment. She turned down the offer.

"OK. Everybody," Rosé held a hand to Blair and Trevor, "You're King and Queen of 2004."

Blair looked slightly uncomfortable as Trevor put an arm around her waist. Why couldn't he get the hint she was done with him?

The two got down from the stage, Trevor's gaze following her in confusion as she moved far away from him.

"Aren't they supposed to do a dance now?" Jujubee asked.

I shrugged. "I don't know, Juju. I've only seen proms in movies, and they're quite obviously exaggerated."

My eyes landed on Blair once more. Trevor was whispering something in her ear, and she shook her head, rolled her eyes and walked away. Yikes, he was desperate.

"Jesus, I'm fucking nervous." Rosé was approaching us now, well, the punch table we stood beside. "Getting up on stage gets my body shaking, you know?"

"Wish I could do that." Jujubee replied.

"Yeah, well, sometimes you just gotta do what you gotta do." Rosé replied.

I eyed her suspiciously. This was odd; she'd never really spoken to us before.

"But of course," she looked left, then right, before pulling a flask from her bra and pouring it into a cup, "this helps. You ladies want one?"

"Nah, I'm good," Jujubee made a stank face.

Me, on the other hand, having never drank alcohol in my life, piped up, "Actually, yeah. Could you just pour me a shot of whatever that is?"

"Yeah, of course," and she didn't lie. She poured me a shot of vodka. No spitting in the cup, no adding anything sneakily, no hostility.

She passed the cup to me, giving a mischievous wink.

Tossing it back, I was totally shocked by the burning sensation it caused to my throat. I began to cough and splutter.

"Girl, chill out, or you're gonna draw attention to yourself." Rosé looked around.

I placed the cup down on the table, the plastic practically crumbling in my hand.

"This is it. The beginning," Jujubee joked, dabbing the corner of my mouth with her pinky. I didn't even know there was a drop of liquid there.

And I didn't know there was a hair out of place either. Because she was stroking a soft hand down my temple to my cheek.

"Brie, do - -"

"Juju, I'm gonna ask her to dance with me," I said all too loud.

The hand dropped instantaneously, her smile falling in a matter of seconds. Of course, I expected this shocked reaction. Even Rosé had nearly choked on her drink.

"For real?" Jujubee asked after a silent moment.

"Yep," I answered proudly, putting my hands on my hips.

"I guess you've never touched a drop of alcohol in your life, loser." Rosé leaned close to me.

"Something like that." I felt slightly uncomfortable now that she was dangerously close to me.

She snorted a laugh, holding up her hands as she walked away, "I'm not responsible for this."

So this was what they called liquid courage. Yeah, it was one shot, but it was my very first. And I was already feeling it. The buzz.

I turned to make my way to the girl I loved when Jujubee grabbed my hand, "Brie, are you sure this is a good idea?"

"Yes," I replied too quickly, tugging to pull away.

"Are you sure?" Her brows knit, "You're not gonna be upset if she says no, right?"

One final strong tug was enough to release her grip on me, "No, Juju. I'll be fine, just...stop questioning me, OK?"

She was silent, her arms dropping by her side.

But I continued on in my mission, vision slightly blurred, insides warmed.

Everyone around us was gone like they had just stepped into another world, leaving Blair and me in this reality. Or maybe it was the two of us who disappeared, somehow falling into the wormhole and ending up in the other world.

Or maybe it was just liquid courage.

There were only a few metres between us now. "Blair?"

She had been taking a sip of her coke when she looked up and noticed me. Wiping the corners of her mouth, she put the can down.

"Brianna!" She beamed. Her eyes looked me up and down, causing a brief moment of panic, "wow, look at you. You look great."

"Yeah, right, compared to you." I stifled a laugh.

"Oh, shut up." She smirked.

"So, um…" I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, looking away and to the ground, "I was just...wondering...if you'd wanna dance with me?"

I didn't lift my gaze. Only now did I understand what Jujubee meant. The girl hadn't even said no yet, and my heart was already sinking.

"It's just...this song is so good, and it's the end of the year, and we may not - -"

Before I could continue rambling, she cut me off.

"Sure. Yeah, I'll dance with you."

I lift my gaze to see her glittering smile. Like in the library, time didn't feel real anymore, and I needed to remind myself to breathe. "Really?"

"Yeah, of course." She briefly knit her brows like it shouldn't have been questioned. She took my hand in her perfect french manicured one, "Come on."

As we made our way to the dance floor, I was only now reminded that there were people here. So, we didn't slip through a wormhole. This was real. This was reality.

Blair found a spot on the floor, turned to me and wrapped her arms around the back of my neck.

For a moment, I was unsure of where to put my hands. I glanced over her shoulder, noting the couple also slow dancing. She has her arms around his neck. He had his arms around her waist.

I was hesitant at first but eventually gave in. Blair didn't mind. And I felt myself relax.

She just stared at me, the sweet smile still on her face. The music echoed around us. The lights were low. Pink tinted.

"So, how does it feel winning Prom Queen?" I asked. Of course, it felt amazing for her, but I needed to find an excuse to speak. Anything to avoid the somersaults my stomach was doing.

"I mean, it's nice, I guess. But, it's all bullshit anyway?" Her smile faltered, "Not something anyone in the future will give a fuck about, right?"

I disagreed. If I were to win prom queen, I would feel validated. And I would make sure I'd bring it up to everyone I ever met. Pathetic, I know.

"Well, I can't think of anybody better," I admitted. "Maybe they could have chosen a better King."

"Agreed." She nodded. "You know, literally just now, he tried to use this whole King and Queen thing to 'try again'. Not even that long before you came up to me. Brianna, I've already given him another chance. And he blew it."

"During the Summer?" I recalled.

"Yep." She pursed her lips.

"What did he do, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Oh, he just had some major anger problems," her eyes widened for a moment, "He never hurt me, though. He just...got so angry over the dumbest shit. It was just too much."

She puffed out a breath, the frown on her face appearing.

"You don't have to tell me any more," I said quickly.

"Sorry, I don't wanna get emotional." She looked back at me. "It's just... it's hard not to. You're a good listener."

How should I have felt knowing that was her analysis of me from very little time spent together? She really trusted me. "Blair... I'm sorry about that time in the library. When you mentioned my Grandpa. I feel terrible now."

"Please, don't. You were grieving."

'Was I really though?' I held back from saying.

"I never really had a Dad," I smiled, seeing his stupid smile in my head, "But he was the closest equivalent to that."

"I know what you mean." She began, "My Dad…" she trailed off for a moment, "He wasn't the best. You probably remember that one time I ran away as a kid. When you walked me to my Grandma's."

I wasn't even tense in the first place, but my body felt like it relaxed. "You remember that?"

"Of course I do. It really meant a lot, Brie." Her thumb stroked the back of my neck. I don't know if she did this intentionally or subconsciously. Was she even thinking about it? "That day, I never went back. Ever. My Grandparents took full custody of me, and they became my second parents. The ones I always deserved."

I felt my body relax even more like this was normal. "Blair, I wanna carry on something my Grandpa started."

"What's that?"

"It sounds crazy," I pause, "But he wants me to find a parallel universe."

I paused to take in her reaction. She did look taken aback for a moment. Could you blame her? "Is it even possible?"

"I mean, at first I thought he was a bit out there asking me something like that, on his deathbed and all. But I've been studying really hard, and I think it's achievable."

"That's interesting." She nodded. "So, what are you gonna do at college?"

"Drugs." I giggled before the smile dropped, "OK, not funny. Bad joke."

"I'm laughing, though." She was.

"Um, no. I'm gonna do Astronomy and Space science."

"I didn't know that was a major you could do," Blair replied.

"Me neither. What about you, though? Something in theatre?"

Blair lowered her gaze for a brief moment, "I dunno, Brie. I honestly don't see college as a me-thing. I'm constantly torn between theatre, fashion merchandising, cosmetology, politics..."

"Politics?" I laughed and instantly hoped she didn't take offence to that.

"What?" She smirked. "What's funny?"

"I just…" I paused, feeling my heart skip a beat as a particular memory came back. "This is crazy. I can't believe I remember this. All I can think about right now is the day we met. Remember the first day of elementary? On the bus? I told you I wanted to be a politician when I was older, just 'cause they liked to shout a lot. And you couldn't say the word right."

"Oh fuck, now that you mention it, I do remember." Blair laughed, "That was such a long time ago. We were so little." She looked away as if her mind had transported her to that moment. Did she remember it like I did? Did she remember how she held my hand and told me she was my friend?

And then never sat with me ever again?

My eyes had drifted away, looking over her shoulder at nothing in particular. The bad thoughts were taking over. I didn't want them to. I wanted to enjoy this moment forever. Just swaying back and forth with Blair in the middle of the dance floor.

She stroked her thumb on the back of my neck again, causing a spark to course through me.

Blair's looking at me again. "Brianna, how come we never talked more?"

I don't know if it was just me fantasising again, but her face was moving closer to mine, ever so slowly.

I had the answer to her question. But it couldn't ruin this moment. "I don't know," I whispered.

She was closer now, head tilted to the left.

And I found myself doing the same.

This was another fantasy. This isn't real.

I felt her breath on the corner of my mouth.

It felt real.

It was.

There was a frustrated roar.

A tight fist clenched around my arm.

I was pulled back forcefully.

My feet gave way.

I was on the ground.

"Are you kidding me??" Trevor stood in front of Blair, his face red with anger, "You won't fucking dance with me, but you'll dance with her??"

Everyone around us was just standing there, too shocked to do something.

"Trevor, what the fuck??" Blair went to move around him, trying to get to me. He only pushed her back.

"Of all the people, why her??" He grilled Blair with more questions. She looked afraid now.

Why the fuck wasn't anyone doing anything??

I felt a hand on my shoulder, but looking around, I saw it was actually Rosé. "Trevor, what the fuck??"

He turned to look as if offended that anyone else got involved. How could they not? Seeing her helping me stand must hit a nerve. Because he's snatched a cup of punch from a bystander, "Why are you defending the dyke??" And he threw the cup forward, the liquid drenching my hair and splattering my dress.

That was the final straw. I could feel my chest heaving.

I ran to the nearest exit. Running from the school. As soon as I felt the cool air on my skin, I wrapped my arms around my stomach. I was bent over, throwing up all the panic. Sparks of the bile dotted the bottom of my dress and shoes. I didn't care. My dress was already ruined.

I heard the door open behind me and immediately began to move again.

I tried to run, but the heels made it hard.

The person was in front of me now, hands on my face, tears streaking her face.

I expected it to be Blair.

But it was Jujubee.

"Brie, it's alright. I punched him for you." She whimpered, her hands on either side of my face, holding me tenderly.

My breathing was rugged, trying so hard to listen to her reassuring whispers. But in my head was the sound of the crowd gasping and Trevor shouting.

No one was going to forget about this. I'd be reminded by the stares in the corridors, how they'd whisper to each other.

"Let's go to my house. You can stay over if you want." Jujubee's sweet voice brought me out of my thoughts.

Words still failing to surface, I nodded.

As soon as we got in, she ran me a hot bath. Whilst I cleaned myself of the sticky punch that covered my hair and face, she made chocolate mug cakes with ice cream.

Sitting there in her room, dressed in her fluffy pyjamas, eating her food, I should have felt better. I should have been happy. But I just stared at the mug in my hand, still thinking of Trevor's anger and Blair's distressed face.

Jujubee took the mug from me, set it aside along with her own, and enveloped me in a hug. "Don't cry, Bri. Please, don't cry."

"I'm sorry, I didn't know I was crying." I wept.

"Don't apologise." She shushed me, "It's OK. You're OK."

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

2020

And even now, I didn't realise I was crying again. And as it was too late to stop myself, I remembered sobbing into Jujubee's shoulder, holding her tightly, like she was the only one who could get me through it. She was the only one who could get me through it.

The events of the prom left me scared, always so on edge when walking those school corridors. Just terrified that Trevor would round the corner and do something worse.

But Jujubee was there for me every time. She'd hold my hand, not giving a fuck about who looked at us weird.

I know I should have grown a backbone and defended myself, and what had actually happened shouldn't have been as damaging as it was. But, hey, I was only human.

Jujubee got in a lot of trouble for punching Trevor in the face. But she didn't mind. "Just as long as he got what was coming to him," she had said.

Hearing her retell the event, I wish I had been there. She had jumped on him, tackling him to the ground and punched him over and over again.

But as exciting as that all was, I didn't speak to Blair again. I didn't think about her. I didn't talk about her. I didn't even look at her. Blair wasn't the one to come after me that night. She never even approached me to talk about it. She didn't give a fuck.

So I kept my distance.

And just as life went on without her, she just had to go and message me. After years of silence, she couldn't have left well enough alone.

I finally lifted my head. I reached up and grabbed my phone. Turning it back on, I immediately deleted Messenger, hoping to never see Blair's response.

This would be the beginning of my journey toward happiness.

Yeah. That was it. That's what I would do.

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