#guys i sound pretentious here i swear im not

[lucaplushie]

not sure about everyone who follows me/my mutuals, but i genuinely despise when people say "william has no motive!!!! he just likes killing kids" because im so autistic about this franchise. maybe he has no motivation to YOU. but to me (enlightened book enjoyer) (lie i hate the books but i sure have read them) his motivation is quite obvious. according to that one homosexual seemingly throwaway line from the books, he was extraordinarily jealous of henry & his family. jealously can drive a man to do horrible things, i think.

now, whether you're a willry truther or not, i genuinely believe that his motive was jealously (gay jealously or not doesn't super matter). so he killed charlotte to put a dent in henrys seemingly perfect life. and he continued killing kids because not only did he enjoy feeling smarter than the police who never managed to catch him (in the books they do interrogate him, but he walks free, but in my headcanon they interrogate henry and never even think to look into william as a suspect), but also because he finally felt like he had something to hold over henrys head. he had always felt inferior to henry, and the murder of charlotte & the others, while putting a rift in their relationship/friendship, finally made will feel like he was better than and smarter than henry.

#guys i sound pretentious here i swear im not #that opening line is half a joke okay #i dont care if you think he has no motive #not me stay safe out there though #luca speaks #luca's headcanons #<- new tag for my headcanons because i always wanna be able to Look at them without having to scroll thru my insane ramblings #also the remnant thing is whatever im talking about the first initial murders of charlotte and the others #willry #helliam #i need you guys to know also i pronounce helliam like helium #fnaf #child death tw #yeah this is fnaf but im still gonna tag it

[juyeonszn]

CLOSE TO ME, I’M CLOSE TO YOU

PAIRING lee hyunjae x f!reader

WORD COUNT 1.46k

GENRES literally just fluff

WARNINGS no 18+ warning this time 🙀, despite it being KIND OF suggestive at one point, it really isn’t anything that constitutes a warning, brother’s best friend trope, (fr)enemies to lovers trope, good ol’ fashioned sneaking around, mild swearing, tbh this is really cute and like i wanna throw up bc when is it my turn </3

SUMMARY despite keeping your relationship restricted to the confines of these four walls, you would always be his.

MORE LOLLL IM INSANE I KNOW U CAN ALL THROW TOMATOES AT ME 😍😍🙏i literally wrote this in 2 hours call me william shakespeare :P um anyway here u go anon! here’s your request from my 100 followers event <3 prompts used are: 1, 15 🙌

PERM TAGLIST @winterchimez @maessseongs

“What’s the purpose of that top if it barely covers anything?”

You glance over at Hyunjae with a scowl, crossing your arms over your chest. “First of all, who the hell are you to judge what I’m wearing? Second of all, why are you looking?”

“Okay, gross, I would never look at you like that. You’re a child.” He gags, his lips curling downward into a grimace. You roll your eyes.

“And you’re old. Find a new comeback, Jaehyun.”

“Here they go again. And with the government name, too, that’s crazy.” Juyeon snorts from his spot on the floor. Eric bursts into an unnecessary amount of laughter, slapping his shoulder aggressively. The older male winces, muttering a small ‘Ow’.

Sangyeon sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose and pausing the movie that you were currently watching. He deadpans at the two of you. “Do I really have to play referee right now? In the middle of movie night?”

You both send puppy dog eyes and big smiles his way, because no matter how fun it was going at each other’s throats, it was never worth the scolding from your older brother. Sometimes you feared his wrath more than your own parents, and that’s considering the fact that you were a grown adult. He gives you a warning look before resuming the film.

The funny thing about being four years younger than your brother was the way you shared a friend group. Upon entering university, you befriended two rambunctious boys who happened to be on the baseball team with Sangyeon. Thankfully, you’d been close your whole life, so it wasn’t too big a deal when you all started hanging out. It was kind of convenient since you lived in the same house.

As the movie continues, you glance over at Hyunjae, whose chin is resting on his palm. God, his stupid face pissed you off so easily. Just looking at it riled you up unprovoked. He was lucky he was best friends with your brother (and also all of your friends), or else you might’ve killed him at this point. To be completely honest, there were a couple times you almost did.

Towards the end of the night, everyone started settling down and getting ready to go to bed. A couple of the guys usually slept in the living room, there were a couple in the guest room, and then whoever else was left crashed in your brother’s room with a futon or air mattress. Being the only girl had its special perks— i.e., you got to have your bedroom all to yourself.

It’s about an hour and a half after you’ve parted ways with the boys that you hear the familiar creak of your door opening. A warm body sneaks under the covers behind you, wrapping their arms around your torso and pressing their lips to the shell of your ear.

“I’ve missed you so much.”

“Took you long enough, Lee Jaehyun,” you murmur, side eyeing him while you shut your phone off and place it on your nightstand. “I almost fell asleep.”

“Stop calling me that,” he pouts, groaning into the crook of your neck when you giggle at his childish behavior. “You sound like my mom getting mad at me when I was a kid.”

Okay; silly story time. Hyunjae and yourself truly started off hating each other. He was a pretentious know-it-all and he despised being wrong. He always had to get the last word and he argued with you like his life depended on it. To you, he was your older brother’s insufferable best friend and you wanted nothing more than to strangle the living daylights out of him.

His first impression of you wasn’t that much different. He thought you were an over-confident spoiled brat who had zero filter. You enjoyed picking fights with him just because you knew it irritated him like nothing else. To him, you were his best friend’s annoying younger sister and he wanted to put a muzzle on you so he could shut you up for once.

The pair of you were like fire and gasoline, a deadly combination that the universe made a mistake putting together. Your friends were amused by your constant bickering, but it drove your brother insane.

One day, in an attempt to get you to bond, Sangyeon had sent Hyunjae to pick you up from a friend’s apartment after working on a project. The entire car ride was filled with insults left and right, neither of you paying attention to the angry grey cloud in the sky above you. Before you knew it, it was pouring down so hard that Hyunjae could hardly see through the windshield.

He pulled over into an empty lot to wait it out, but even that storm wasn’t enough to quell the rage warring in both of you. Your fight started back up, this time more heated than the previous.

You liked to think you weren’t a woman of many flaws. However, you proved yourself incorrect this go around. Your single flaw was your inability to bite your tongue and keep your thoughts to yourself. So, when Hyunjae told you to ‘Shut the Fuck Up’, your response wasn’t what it should’ve been.

Instead you said; “Make me.”

And well, make you he did.

He kissed you with such force, the back of your head almost collided with the car window. You pulled away from each other to process exactly what had just transpired, realizing that all this detestation, all this animosity and rival shit had just been poorly disguised lust. All that tension was because you loathed the other and wanted them to die a slow painful death, it was because you wanted to go at it like jackrabbits.

After another few minutes of making out and waiting for the rain to subside, you both noticed that it wasn’t stopping anytime soon. Hyunjae licked his lips and traced your own with the tip of his finger, grinning. “We won’t be missed for a couple hours, we should take advantage of that.”

In your head, that was a completely logical conclusion that you quickly agreed with. And so, that was the beginning of your secret relationship with Lee Hyunjae, your brother’s best friend and your supposed enemy.

“You and your bed are so much more comfy than the pull out in your living room. I kinda feel bad for Juyeon and Changmin.” He rubs circles into your waist with his thumb, wrapping his arms tighter around your middle.

“Hey, I’m not opposed to kicking you out and making you sleep in a sleeping bag like Sunwoo and Eric.” You tsk, turning in his embrace to face him.

He gasps in feign offense. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Hmm, I don’t know,” you shrug, sighing dramatically. “Apparently, I’m a child and you would never look at me a certain way.”

“I was just joking, baby,” he laughs and good God, you’re down bad if just the sound of his laugh has butterflies erupting in your stomach. “I gotta make sure everyone thinks I still find you aggravating. You’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on, you know.”

You bat your eyelashes at him exaggeratedly. “You don’t have to tell me twice.”

Hyunjae smiles at you, differently than all the others he’s shown you before. It’s tender, gentler than what you’re used to from the brunette. His eyes are a softer shade of brown, mocha colored irises that stare at you with so much admiration that even the darkness of your room couldn’t overshadow. The moonlight peeking in from your curtains illuminates his features perfectly.

“I know I don’t tell you that often, but you mean a lot to me, Y/N,” he suddenly confesses. “Sneaking around and not being able to show the world that you’re mine is so fucking difficult, but if you’re not ready, then I’m okay with it. I want you to be happy when you’re with me, all the time. You make it all worth it.”

“Hyunjae…” Your bottom lip juts out, your heart swelling with so many emotions. His eyes flicker down to your mouth and he closes the gap between you, leaving a sweet kiss that manages to knock out all the air from your lungs.

He peppers kisses to your cheeks, nose, and the crown of your head until your breathing has evened and you’ve fallen asleep. His favorite part of sleeping over was getting to see this, you laying in his arms peacefully. It served as a reminder for him that despite keeping your relationship restricted to the confines of these four walls, you would always be his. He whispers one last thing to you before calling it a night himself, though he’s sure your sleep is too deep to register it.

“I love you.”

© juyeonszn. do not steal, claim, or repost.

#the boyz #the boyz x reader #the boyz fluff #tbz #tbz x reader #tbz fluff #the boyz hyunjae #tbz hyunjae #lee hyunjae x reader #lee hyunjae fluff #hyunjae x reader #hyunjae fluff #juyeonszn #juyeonszn.100🪩

[inaramisview]

eddie x reader who is just honestly like super smart. like can answer any question in less than 10 seconds

falling object :: e. munson

smart!f!reader x eddie munson

summary :: eddie’s girlfriend is a genius.

warnings :: dustin swearing, swearing, female reader, she/her pronouns, pet names (babe, baby, my little psychopath (LMAO), use of y/n, dedicated to bae @lover4st 😜

“..mkay..so what’s….” eddie’s huge index finger circles around the page, looking for yet another word for his girlfriend to describe. “…whi.. whippersnapper.” eddie giggled into the book as his girlfriend looked up to the sky. “it sounds.. almost like..” “like a word erica sinclair would insult you with?” eddie giggled once more.

“precisely.” she giggled, kicking her feet off of her bed as she did so. “i’m gonna go with noun.. and.. an idiotic person - a young one, too. maybe a young adult.” she nodded in conclusion.

“a-ha! that’s where you’re wrong, miss.” eddie points out as his girlfriend held her breath in defeat. “a whippersnapper as-“ “woah, where’d the british accent come from?”

“the what?”

“the british accent.” she puzzled. eddie had a habit of slipping between accents, but she had no idea why. eddie stared blankly at his girlfriend before continuing.

“a whippersnapper is an insignificant or pretentious young person. the only thing you’re right about is the noun part.” eddie said, matter-of-factly. “babe. say that again, but slowly.”

“hey, y/n?” dustin piped up. “yes?”

“what is velocity?” the curly-haired boy asked, looking up from his overworked textbook.

“velocity is the rate at which a falling object falls, but it’d be better to just say speed as to not confuse anyone. so speed.” dustin nodded, gasping a small ‘thank you!’ as eddie looked with a face which was hard to read. his eyebrows were knitted together and his lips were torn - half a smile, and half a frown.

“so, i guess when it comes to you..you could call me velocity.” y/n looked up at her boyfriend, who was now smirking. “yeah, why’s that eddie?” dustin asked.

“because im falling..real fast..for y/n.” he smirked. honestly, it looked more like he was trying not to laugh at his own words than be slick. but to eddie, he thought she would think it was smooth.

“eddie, baby, that’s not how it works. i think. is it how it works? what do you think, dustin?”

everyone turned to dustin, who had a disgusted look on his face and was still staring at eddie. “WHAT THE FUCK?” he screamed at eddie, disgusted.

“oh, shit - sorry kid. i forgot you were here.” eddie chuckled.

skull rock was a dirty place. leaves all over the place, dirt flown everywhere. not to mention the smell-

“hey, nance?” robin asked, making nancy perk her head up from where she was fixating on a spot of dirt. “mhm?”

“how long do we have to walk to get to the lake from here?” robin questions, looking up at the sky. “well, how long did we walk from the car?”

“about half a mile.”

“what?” nancy questioned.

“half a mile. and at the car, we’re half a mile straight away from the lake. so if we go from the car, it’d be all around a mile walk to the lake.” y/n stated, looking up from her spot on the dirt.

“sorry, who are you again?” nancy questioned. she didn’t mean to sound patronising, but she needed to know.

“i’m eddie’s girlfriend.” y/n nodded without any emotion in her face or voice.

“adorable.” nancy sighed sarcastically, “you guys are glued to the hip.”

no they weren’t. they were quite far from eachother, in fact.

“she’s my little psychopath.” eddie joked as y/n shot a glare his way, making him throw his hands up in defeat.

“shit, sorry.” he joked as steve chuckled into his hand.

masterlist :: inaramisview

#inaramisview #stranger things x y/n #eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie x y/n #eddie x you #fiction #stranger things fic #stranger things fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff

[winderlylandchime]

2/2*points to the art* YOU SEE THAT?? IM LIKE 89% SURE IS BRIAN! That’s right BRIAN! His BOYFRIEND! Who I’m sure will be here any minute now! WHY ARE YOU GIVING HIM FREE ART? FOR A SONG?!?! Justin, i will personally give you a performance of Row your Boat just stop talking to him, NO JUSTIN! NO YOU WILL NOT GO TO HIS APARTMENT’ ‘Debbie, I swear to God, you better be fucking nice about Ben because otherwise I’m jumping through this tv and turning this show into an episode of CSI’ He is so over this episode that I swear I can see smoke coming out of him. He has no clue what’s coming. ‘My man who are you trying to impress? Your grandpa is somewhere calling you a bitch right now. *mock Ethan in a childish voice* not even your rich successful boyfriend.. THATS CAUSE HIS BOYFRIEND KNOWS THAT ART IS AN ESCAPE YOU LITTLE PRETENTIOUS FUCK. Your jealousy is showing, we get it you got your couch off a street and you wish you were Brian. Oh he had a boyfriend? You’re telling me someone actually willingly spent time with him? Correction: youre telling me that he somehow had a boyfriend that sounds just like Brian? bitch who the fuck are you trying to play right now? justin and I are smarter than this, we see right through the bullsh-i hope that picnic gives you diarrhea’ ‘HE WAS IN THE HOSPITAL FOR THREE DAYS? THREE WHOLE FUCKING DAYS?! AND HIS MAN IS NOW ON SOME OTHER MANS FLOOR EATING CHEESE? AND JUSTIN STILL DOESNT KNOW HE VISITED EVERY DAY?! IM ABOUT TO FUCKING BURN THIS PLACE DOWN TO THE GROUND. THREE FUCKING DAYS! fuck this whole fuck- your man is dying and you still wanna kiss Brian? If i was Ben, id die just to make him feel bad.’ ‘Oh so Justin spent a day with that cello fucker and now he’s coming to Brian with inspiration..i have a feeling this won’t end good or maybe it will gotta stay positive! HELL YEAH BRIAN! Eat and fuck on the floor and make him forget that little weirdo. Oh damn it, was it because he said romantic? THEYRE CUTE! WHY ARE THEY RUINING THINGS…Justin, no offense but 31 is not too old to fuck around. I should know. He’s acting like he should be in retirement home already. *looks at me sad* this is the beginning of the end isn’t it? Please tell me, that next episode that little shit disappears mysteriously.’ He is bouncing his leg so much that the entire couch is shaking. ‘DEB! AND BEN! Debbie, please be nice, ive been so disappointed already. Is this..is this the beginning of something nice between them?’ He is very happy that Emmett didn’t accept the check and he keeps saying that Pickle Guy is smiling at him right now. *jumps in the air* ‘ow. DEBBIE AND BEN LOOK AT THEM! FUCKING FINALLY! Thank god something good happened, i was losing my mind. Okay so basically for her to be nice to you, you almost gotta die..noted’ And he once again groaned so loudly that Im sure the neighbor heard him ‘WHY IS HE BACK! JUSTIN WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU HERE?! Asshole neighbors? My dude, youre the asshole. JUSTIN STOP LYING. You never even liked violin music?! Who are you and what have you done with the Justin from season 1 and 2 because this is bullshit. he came for his song? Justin, just put a cd on in BRIANS LOFT! Romantic?! Justin…for fucks sake what the hell. I wanna puke. I don’t have enough pills to watch this. What is he doing? justin sit your ass back the fuck dow- JUSTIN NO JUSTIN NO JUSTIN NOOOOOOOOO YOU FUCKING CHEATING ASS BITCH! YOU MADE THE RULE! YOU BROKE IT ONCE YOU BROKE IT TWICE! WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS FUCKING SHIT? I’ve never been more grossed out by a kiss before. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK JUSTIN?! i am actually really fucking sad right now. I hate this fucking shit. He’s actually CHEATING. This is cheating. This is… i can pretend that nerd kiss was him doing him a favor but this? He’s been toeing the line for the whole episode. HE CHEATED BC OF A VIOLIN. BRIAN PLAYED GUITAR IN THAT ONE EPISODE and no offense to cello players everywhere, guitar is way hotter! Man, fuck this shit and fuck him too’ He then proceeded to call our mom and the only thing i heard him say was ‘please don’t hang up, i will actually cry’

Um, I really need to go back and watch these episode again because:

YOU SEE THAT?? IM LIKE 89% SURE IS BRIAN! That’s right BRIAN! His BOYFRIEND! <- Very likely but I never paid close attention. Holy shit.

hope that picnic gives you diarrhea I AM DYING

HE WAS IN THE HOSPITAL FOR THREE DAYS? THREE WHOLE FUCKING DAYS?! AND HIS MAN IS NOW ON SOME OTHER MANS FLOOR EATING CHEESE? AND JUSTIN STILL DOESNT KNOW HE VISITED EVERY DAY?! IM ABOUT TO FUCKING BURN THIS PLACE DOWN TO THE GROUND. THREE FUCKING DAYS! Oh look it is the song of our people, the anthem of the fandom. THREE FUCKING DAYS

H'e actually cheating - oh brother anon, oh brother anon.

He called your mom... oh sweet child.

#ask winderlylandchime #dear sweet anon #queer as folk #a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023

[kyriasilencedradio]

𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚋𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚐! (Oc x oc) pychopunk

The famous base player from corroded coffin, june miller, sometimes plays at her boyfriend's punk Band gigs, as She's surprisingly she being anounced playing with the Band the crowd Goes Crazy with the pair

TW: SWEARS, SEXUAL JOKES

After corroded coffin show ended they went on backstage, they all trew themselfs on the couchers and started drinking and eating. June Sat down the best way she could as for the vinyl red dress restraind her legs

"That was the best show we did!" Norman said opening a soda can for himself drinking most of It in one go.

"Totally! Everyone was wild for us" Jack pointed

"As they should" Eddie completed drinking his beer "we're the best"

"how pretentious Ed" the bleach-blonde mocked lighting a cigarette and taking a drag and drinking a beer she opened

"Tonight was great, i saw some girl show her boobs" norman said with a mouthfull of chips

"oh i gonna tell Max you saw some girl's tits"

"Fuck you Eddie" the Younger one Said as he trew Chips at Eddie making all of them laugh

"Don't be a dick eds, we all know there's only one pair of boobs normie likes to see" june mocked taking some food in her mouth

"OH MY GOD JUNE!" the boy exclaimed with his face all red

"Oh don't be shy, everyone here likes boobs there's nothing to be Embarrassed about dude" june smiled and Sat up Blowing smoke from her mouth

"Yeah dude relax" Eddie said with a sinical smile and the gutarrist gave him his middle finger as he mumbbled 'fuck you guys'

June got up with her cigarette rested in her mouth she took her base, her crimson red base and put it in it's case. Realising more smoke and started to pack more of her own Equipment

"Juns are you really playing for wayne's Band?" Eddie asked frowning his eyebrows

"Yeah, why i shouldn't?"

"Cuz we played a pretty fucking exausting show?" The guitarrist Interrupted

"like a real exausting show" jack pointed drinking more soda

"Yeah juns, we all were sweating-like a hella lot-and that dress didnt help you-"

"i know ! It was tiring and shit, i was there" the blonde Interrupted looking at the group "the dress restraind me and all But i will decide if im doing or not, also im talking this shit off there" she took another drag at the cigarette

"Okay, great. " Jack and norman said returning to eat more food and June sat down again eating snacks and drinking as she much could, the girl needed to have the energy to survive one more gig

"Do you need a ride?" Eddie asked taking one of her cigarettes and lighting It

"Yeah man, i don't drive" the girl Replied taking another sip of her beer

"Why don't you drive by the way?" The Younger asks opening another soda can

"Cuz im too hot, hot girls don't need to drive" she grined and the drummer frowned in confusion and the room went quiet only chewing sounds and cans

"Okay im gonna take a nap" the blonde said before laying herself in the couch and soon falling asleep

★

Eddie's drove his van like a maniac like always, june didnt mind much because she drives the same way but a little more...safely? Well the music was on blast as they sang and headbanged while laughting, they both had Been friends since middle school after eddie's performance on talent show, now june was part of the corroded coffin as one of the most popular members, everyone liked her for all her atitude,style and charisma, with Eddie they became the It couple, expect they wasnt a couple for both dated diferent people, Eddie dates with the ex-queen of hawkins,Sidney. and June the popular anarchist punk, Wayne.

Soon they arrived at Wayne's gig and Eddie helped her lead through inside the crowded bar after passing through the security, june entered the back room where the band and her boyfriend were waiting, Wayne was the First one that flew in her arms giving her the tightest hug he could before they touched their lips

"Hey~ Jun" said him smiling like a idiot

"Hey..." She smirked

"Great dress"

"Yeah? well enjoy It while you can cuz i taking this shit of" the group laugh as she smirked

"oh why? It looks great on you Junie " the dirt blond frowned, june smirked because everything she'd wear, Wayne would think she's hot in It, maybe because she was hot or she had great style, maybe both

"Well Wayne maybe because im wearing this tight as fuck shit the hole night"

"And you still look sexy as fuck" the drummer said It out loud getting a death stare from the man beside her "Sorry..." He said drinking water embarrassed

"You better be dickhead, cuz She's MY girlfriend get It?" he spoke threatening turning his gaze to the blonde with a wide grin in his face

"You guys are gross" Eddie commented making a disgusted face "kinda cute but gross"

"Shut up monster or i'll tell your embarrassing Secrets to Siddie" the girl said smirking and Eddie face went totally blang wiping always any traces of his smirk

"Uh...eh- anyway you gonna need a ride back?" Eddie tried to hide his embarrasment away, falling enough to make the bleach-blonde laught as she trew herself to a couch

"Nah Man. I'll drive june home, you can stay If you like" the punk boy said sitting next to his girlfriend and started playing with her hair

"Thanks but i'll pass, im exausted" the metalhead replied putting the base case down "okay i'll take my leave, my bed misses me terrably and i cant make her wait anymore. Bye guys" he joked and everyone told their goodbyes to him

★

After the bleach-blonde was taken of the red dress she took the clothes that she putted inside her boyfriend's backpack before she left for her gig, now she was wearing a red cropped top with the collar fastened with pins with and leather pants and the same knee high combat boots everything comfortable istead of that tight vinyl cage

The Band went on stage, june on the left and the drummer on the right while Wayne was in Center with his Black guitar Full of Band Stickers in It, the crowd screamed, the screams of euphoria and excitement were deafening And they got louder as the band began to play fervently.

•••

After several songs and many screams and a break the band's performance was about to come to an end, everyone was sweaty from moving so much, especially Wayne who was soaked, his hair was stuck on his forehead and his clothes were sticking to his body, the boy took a long drink of water before approaching the microphone again

" If you guys are liking the show gimme a scream!" The dirt blonde screamed into de microphone as the crowd screamed after him, he took another sip of water before continuing, "im Wayne Samuells lead guitarist and vocal of bedheads" the crowd screamed again "you guys know our drummer Ricky" he pointed to the drummer that fixed his hair and smirking

"But Tonight we got a surprise guest" lev said making the crowd scream lounder, "You guys might already notice who is cuz she's pretty famous- real famous actually, you guys are ready?" They could hear screams so excited that the hole street might have heard

"everyone meet my girlfriend! June Miller from corroded coffin!" The crowd screamed and cheered by seeing the girl was on stage, no one else except the saff knew she'b there and It was great that It wasnt annouced because in this moment people were going Crazy for the fact that she was there and that She was dating the leader of a punk underground Band

"now we gonna play our last song," the crowd Let out a frustrated sigh loud enough for the singer to hear. " I know, we also wanted to stay and play more but we need'a rest, expecially my girl that already did a gig Tonight" he smirked at the Bass player beside him and turned his eyes to the crowd once again

" so this song, many of you guys might know this one but we'll make a little more us" he looked at the girl and both were grinning widelly to each other "here goes i wanna be your dog by the stoogers !"

Lev screamed and they started playing, he moved his fingers across the strings with precision as he sang, his voice was incredibly mesmerizing, in perfect pitch and his face showed satisfaction and euphoria throughout the song.

The audience screamed and danced, following the euphoria that emanated from the stage, throughout the song wayne and june looked at each other and teased each other in various ways, some with sexual overtones and others just standing next to each other playing their instruments collectively.

The moment that really drove the audience to the edge of madness was near the end of the song where Wayne sat on the floor between his girlfriend's legs and made provocative moves towards the audience with his croach.

"And now I'm ready to close my eyes, And now I'm ready to close my mind, And now I'm ready to feel your hand, And lose my heart on the burning sands.

And now I wanna be your dog!, And now i wanna bê your dog, And now I wanna be your dog. Well, come on

Woo Uh Uh"

the song ended with the bleach-blonde crouching down to her boyfriend's level sealing their lips together in a very fervent kiss while the screams of the audicence got lounder and lounder

★

after that day Wayne's face was in all gossip and rock magazines as 'rockstar June miller boyfriend' many ended up promoting his band with sayings like 'meet june miller boyfriend punk band, bedheads' and ones saying 'everything you need to know about bedheads'.

Thanks to all this propaganda, bedheads took off in the music world, of course on their own merit with a little help from corroded coffin here and there but with time both bands had the same sucess

End

Thanks for Reading until here, i loved writing this and i Hope you enjoyed the same way i did, excuse any grammar mistakes please english is not my First languege. I'll probably post more in near Future so stay tuned bye

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[high-theyre-frendough]

I don't usually reblog art on tumblr (to this page I mean, usually it goes on my main blog cause there's more followers there) but I fucking love art. I fucking love fucking comic artists with their awesome fucking comics with fucking scribbly faces that somehow perfectly encapsulate human emotion. I love traditional artists with their watercolor and crayons and oil pastels and fucking idk acrilic paint and charcoal and pencils and shit. I love seeing timelapses and expressive gestures below finished products. I love seeing it. I fucking love art thats non traditional like throwing rice or assembling Rubik's cubes. I LOVE IT ITS FUCKING GREAT. The skill and creativity. I fucking love it. I love seeing fairies and other magical creatures and scifi settings. I love seeing them so much and i would say fantasy and magic in any setting is beautiful and bassass dddd cause I love faries and shit but honestly all settings great. I fucking love it all. I WANNA SEE FUCKING INKY PAINTED CHARCOLS. fucking helle. i love the goddamn fanart of television shows and other media wirh worse art. i swear to fucking god. some of you artists dont get enough love. even """ammatures""" fuck that. youre all fcuking great. i am more of a writer than a visual artists (((not proof here but trust me when im actually writing i am fucking good at it. fuck you dad. i am good at fucking writing. See, the fucking idiot said. If I just put in active effort to write, and use the baskspace button, the writing becomes better. It is one of my few skills, therefore I feel like I can acknowledge I am good at it. Personally, like I alluded to earlier, I enjoy fantasy. I have spent years escaping into fantasy stories. Sometimes I fail to finish them, due to adhd and depression, but what I do create actually is fucking good. When I was younger, I wrote on Wattpad, and like the pretentious little shit I was, I would leave comments on all the stories I read correcting grammar. I have spent so long studying story structure (admittedly informally) and used to read a lot which, I'm trying to do more again soon. however for the purposes of this textpost, its too much effort especially in this context))) anyways fucking hell one time this person (who sounded kinda young tbh in text) messaged me on wattpad and asked for permission to make FAN ART OF THE MAIN CHARACTER OF MY STORY I WAS WORKING AT THE TIME and i was like HOLY SHIT THEY WANNA MAKE FANART OF MY CHARACTER and they did and were embarassed about it SOMEHOW and it was so good this drawing (looked great)

found it you can read the story here anyways yeah fucking artist. fucking love yoou guys hell yeah. did i mention watercolors? landscape artists? comics? comic writers who use their art as a way to communicate serious things? with non bland fucking corporate art bullshit. thank you for explaining complex issues to me in an easier way. thank you for helping translate news stories and recent issues with colorful doodles and comics to help me understand. thank you for making me more interested in graphs and statistics. thank you for making one facet of numbers that are more acceptable to me. thank you for the above average more competent graphic design. thank you so much. i love you fucking porn artists. i fucking love you furties and trans people drawing ideal selves to show EVERYONE IS AN IDEAL BODY YO SOMEONE BECAYSE EVERYONE SEES DIFFERENT AND YOURELLL FUCKING GREAT and all the beads and candy art and custom sculptures that are useeful or mayve not and doodle sn scrivles and crazy experiments. and fucking dumbass youtubers who spent $$$$ making the most creative but also stupid and useless shit you have ever seen in your goddamn life because who even thinks of theses things ans went through and did it because why the fuck not. you are infuriating but entertain my world compared to the commentators who will make their own little sketches and lectures in their own videos. fucking fucking shit. all og it. whenever i see someone go "idk if i can make animation itll look silly* WHO FUCKING CARES BRING ON THE SILLY AND LET IT SLOWLY AND SATISFYINGLY EVOLVE INTO MORE COMPLEX AND DETAILED ANIMATION FOR THR WORLD HELL YEAH I LOVE THE EVOLUTION FROM SILLY BOUNCE TO MUSIC TO COMPLEX SHORT STORIES AND SHIT YOUR GODDAMN CHARACTER ARC IS NECESSARY FOR ENTERAINMENT JUST FUCKING DO IT BECAYSE ALL PARTS ARE EQUALLY ENTERTAINING IN DIFFERENT WAYS come on just fucking draw. fellow yarn people. i know you. look at me i am you. i am an amature but fuck it ill try to keep up. fucking love you crochet and knitters and sewers making plushies and custom clothing and shit yes fuck yeah. KEEP THAT SHIT UP i just make giant enormous pride flag knitted blankets (cant make money doing that cause no one is dropping $200 for that - which would be underpaying me probably) i have seen the most intricate and detailed fucking crochet lingerie and other outfits and they are so fucking cool all of it i love it fuck yeah. i probably forgot something but for some reason i cannot feel my fingers because there is no bloodflow and they are frozen because i have undiagnosed and untreated circulatory problems

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[mackenzielovee]

heyy! can you do an angsty one where rafe and the reader are “friends,” for a long time, they’ve been in the same friend group and she’s been with love with him for a while now, and he knows and uses that for his advantage. she always does stuff for him, help him whenever he needed and more, and he treats her pretty badly/rudely in return. their friends (top n kelce,) always try to tell him to stop and more and finally she’s had enough she confronts him and show how much he was actually draining her, and he acts like he doesn’t care but he does realize what he was doing, but meanwhile he’s reflecting on his actions, y/n is getting closer to jj? thanks lol the end is up to you. love u and ur fics <3

a/n: hi love! im so sorry it took me so long to write this. I hope you love it!! it took me forever to finish hahaha but i loved writing it!

Warnings: swearing, underage drinking

my writing

pretty damn lucky - rafe cameron

You sigh as you pull Rafe's fresh sheets from the dryer, breathing in the scent of the detergent mixed with the scent of him. He and the boys had way too much to drink last night, which resulted in Rafe getting sick all over his bed when they got home. You had stripped his sheets immediately and put them in the wash, then made a makeshift bed for Rafe on the floor with all of his blankets.

He had grunted at you in return for all your work, collapsing down on the floor and passing out before you could even say goodnight to him.

You had washed the sheets once again this morning when you woke up, then stuck them in the dryer and waited on them.

Topper groans on the couch as you pass him on your way to Rafe's room. You stop and chuckle, watching as he hesitantly opens his eyes.

"Oh, fuck," Topper grumbles as he sits up, clutching his head.

"I think you guys brought the bar home with you."

He glances up, eyes meeting yours, and groans. You laugh and step over to him, taking a seat on the couch beside him.

"Can I get you anything?" you ask him.

"Yeah, a time machine. Don't let me drink so much," he whines, collapsing back down on the couch. You stand, letting out a laugh.

"Water and aspirin. Got it."

You walk up the stairs and stop in front of Rafe's bedroom door, knocking on it lightly before you peak your head in. He's still laying on the floor, but you can't tell if he's awake or not. You stop inside, warm sheets in hand, and close the door behind you. He grunts at the noise, but it's not enough to make him open his eyes.

"Hey," you say to him, "I washed your sheets. How are you feeling?"

Rafe moves on the floor, opening his eyes only enough to see you, then rolls back to his initial spot and closes his eyes again.

"Just put the sheets back on, I want my bed."

You sigh and nod your head, stepping over to his bed to start making it. You watch him as you work, laying on the floor, mouth parted slightly and eyebrows furrowed as he tries to focus on not throwing up again.

"Okay," you whisper once his bed is made, "Come on. I'll help you."

Rafe allows you to wrap your arms around his torso, helping him stand from off the floor. He leans all his weight on you as you two stumble over to his bed, then he collapses onto it. You cover him with his comforter and then fix his hair so it's not sitting in his eyes anymore. He doesn't say anything at your movements.

"I'll get you some water and some medicine. Be back in a minute," you whisper to him. He just nods as best he can.

You hurry back down the stairs, rushing past Topper and into the kitchen. You grab two water bottles out of the fridge and then rifle through the cabinets until you find a bottle of aspirin. As you walk from the kitchen to Topper on the couch, you stop in your tracks.

"Topper," you say, your voice authoritative, "Where is Kelce?"

Topper laughs, which is how you know it's bad. You hadn't noticed that they were one friend light when they stumbled in last night, mostly because you had been too worried about Rafe to be concerned with where Topper and Kelce crashed.

"He fell down outside last night. I'm pretty sure we just left him there."

You sigh loudly, handing him a bottle of water and aspirin as you swear and rush to the front door. As you approach, you can already see him, face up in the Cameron's new flower bed that Rose had worked so hard to make perfect. You open the door and rush to Kelce, annoyed with the boys for not even telling you he was out here.

"Kelce?" you question, stirring him awake, "You alive in there?"

Kelce sits up, as if you'd awakened him from a dream, and glances around. He looks at you and then down to the clothes he's in, and you watch as his eyes widen.

"Those motherfuckers did not leave me out here," he gasps.

"Kelce, I'm so sorry. I had no idea you were out here-"

"I'm going to kill them - ow."

He tries to stand up, but the throbbing of his head makes him fall back down into the dirt again. You grab onto his arm and try to help him up, noting how you do most of the work. When he's finally upright, you brush off the dirt from his back and then lead him inside.

"Shit," he mutters, "My stomach. I'm gonna need to eat."

"I'm on it," you tell him, leading him into the living room and placing him on the couch next to Topper.

"Hey, man," Topper greets, "Rose sure will be happy you observed the flowers so...closely."

"Shut the fuck up, Top," Kelce snaps, reaching over and punching Topper in the chest. He groans at his head and sits back again, making you laugh.

"All right," you declare, picking up the aspirin and water bottle for Rafe, "Eggs? Toast? Bacon? Sound good?"

Kelce nods his head and Topper looks at you, already looking better with the water and medicine in his system.

"Hey, thank you, Y/N. For always taking care of us," Topper smiles at you.

"Yeah," Kelce agrees, "I'd still be lying in a bush outside if it weren't for you. Thank you."

You smile at them and shake your head, "Of course, boys. Back in a minute. Kelce, don't kill Top. Please."

Kelce grunts, telling you he's still debating if he will or not. You laugh and then rush back up the stairs, hoping Rafe is still alive up there. You knock softly on his door when you reach it, not wanting to just bust in on him.

"Rafe?" you say when you walk in, seeing him laying in the exact same position he had been when you left him.

"What took you so long?" he grumbles.

"I'm sorry," you say, sitting down beside him on his bed, "You guys left Kelce outside and-"

"Do you have the aspirin or what?"

You sigh and nod, handing him the pill bottle and a bottle of water. He sits up, hair messy and eyes only half open, and pours three pills into his hand. You stare at him, observing his sharp jaw line and his soft skin, and you can't help but wonder what it would be like to be able to feel him. Touch him. Love on him the way you've been dreaming about since the day you met him.

"Do you want me to make you something to eat?"

Rafe swallows the pills, then brings his eyes up to meet yours, "That breakfast place I love. Why don't you go pick us all up something? Card's in my wallet."

He lays back down, which is his way of excusing you from the room. You just nod your head and grab his card out of his wallet.

"And move the seat back in my truck when you get back. I always hit my head when I get in after you."

"All right," you say quietly, wishing he'd at least say a 'please' or 'thank you'.

You take orders from Topper and Kelce, then hurry out to Rafe's truck. You have to move the seat way up in order to drive the truck, and you make a mental note to move it back when you get back to the house.

You pull up to the restaurant and climb out of the truck, fumbling with the keys and your purse and Rafe's card, too wrapped up in yourself to notice the blonde boy standing about five feet from you.

"Damn, I didn't expect someone as pretty as you to hop out of that truck," JJ smirks at you, watching your eyes shoot up to him.

You smile, "Hi, JJ."

"How are you?" he asks, cheeky look on his face.

You set your hands on your hips, keys and card tucked between your fingers, as you observe what you're wearing for the first time. You'd snuck one of Rafe's Kildare Island shirts from his dresser last night and had on jean shorts underneath.

"Y'know," you shrug, "You like this place, too?"

"Ah, little pretentious, but the food's acceptable," he teases, "You eating alone?"

"No. Just picking up food for Rafe and his friends."

"What, are you his assistant or something? Tell Cameron to pick up his own food," JJ huffs.

He'd never tell you, not wanting to upset you, but he's hated watching you run around the island as Rafe's bitch since you met him. JJ's been dying to hang out with you, even asked you a few times, but you always say no because you're on some sort of mission for Rafe.

"It's just a breakfast order," you reply, starting to inch toward the restaurant.

"Just a breakfast order," he shrugs, "Just getting him a beer every time he asks, just following him around like a lost puppy, just-"

"Okay," you stop him, "I'm a big girl, JJ. I can take care of myself."

You turn and start to walk away from him, trying to brush off his 'lost puppy' remark. He groans loudly, which is enough to earn your attention back.

"Prove it," he yells out, making you turn, "Tonight. There's a thing down at the beach. Meet me."

You start to shake your head, but he steps toward you and stops you. He runs a hand through his blonde hair, messing it up even more than it already is.

"JJ-"

"Come on, Y/N. Take the Kook chains off for one night. Please. Rafe can do his own dishes and get his own drinks."

You sigh, glancing down at your feet before back up to him, "Maybe."

"Ah- you know what? That's better than a no. I'll take it."

You nod at him, trying your best not to smile too wide, then point to the building. You start to back off, but you keep your eyes fixed on the blonde boy.

"What time? You know, if I decide to come."

JJ smiles wider than he had the entire conversation, "Seven."

You smile back at him, then turn and walk away before you can get even more wrapped up in this boy.

"What the hell took you so long?" Rafe questions as you walk through the door with several bags filled with food.

"Sorry," you sigh at him, "Got caught up."

Kelce and Topper stand up and step to you, taking the bags from you. You thank them quietly, watching as Rafe rolls his eyes and stands from his place on the couch.

"Yeah, never mind the fact that I'm starving to death," he mutters.

"Rafe, come on, man," Topper smacks Rafe on the chest, trying to get him to chill out.

"Yeah, quit being a dick," Kelce tells him.

Topper starts to unload the food from the bags while Kelce leans down and gives you a friendly kiss on the cheek. You smile gently, glancing up to see Rafe watching with his jaw clenched. You try to put distance in between you, but Rafe doesn't seem to care about your efforts.

"Thanks for running to get it, Y/N," Topper smiles to you.

"You're welcome."

"Did you put my seat back, at least?" Rafe asks you, swiping his car keys from the counter where you set them.

"Yes, of course," you reply.

"Of course," he mutters, "You never do."

"Rafe," Kelce says authoritatively, holding his hands out to his sides as if to ask what the hell he's doing.

"I'll fix you a plate," you tell Rafe, setting a hand on Kelce's arm as if to thank him.

Rafe exhales loudly, then steps away and back into the living room. Kelce rolls his eyes at Rafe, giving you a pat on the shoulder. You make Rafe a plate, a little bit of everything, then follow Topper into the living room to take it to him.

"Quit being an asshole to her, man," Topper mumbles to Rafe, slapping him on the back of his head.

"Don't fucking hit me," Rafe growls at Topper.

"Here you go," you hand Rafe a plate. He takes it from you without a word or a glance, inspecting the food you've given him.

"Where's your plate, love?" Topper asks you as Kelce sits down beside him, "I'll make you one. Sit down."

"No," you say quickly, earning the attention of all three boys, "I'm not staying. I gotta get home, I kinda have plans later,"

"What plans?" Rafe asks, judgment present in his voice.

The boys watch the look on your face and Topper and Kelce immediately erupt into fits of laughs and hollers.

"Boy plans, huh?" Kelce smiles at you before he shoves bacon into his mouth.

Your face flushes as you stand in front of them, glancing at Rafe to see his reaction. His jaw is clenched tightly and he's stopping eating all together.

"Who's the lucky guy, Y/N?" Topper snickers.

"It's not a big deal, you guys."

"Why am I jealous right now?" Kelce teases you. You look over at him and roll your eyes, hiding your smile from him.

"What plans?" Rafe repeats himself, raising his voice. Your eyes shoot over to him, watching his expression.

"Um, I'm going down to this thing at the beach," you say, looking down at the floor. Rafe sets his plate down on the coffee table in front of him, not wanting his food anymore.

"Are we invited?" Rafe asks, already knowing the answer. He just wants to make you say it.

"I- it's not my thing," you stutter, "I'm just meeting some people."

"Who?" Topper asks through his food.

"Uh, JJ Maybank and his friends-"

Rafe scoffs, interrupting you, "You're ditching us to hang out with Pogues?"

"I'm not ditching you, Rafe," you frown.

"Funny, that's the way it looks."

"It's just a few drinks on the beach, why are you getting so bent out of shape?" you question, watching as Topper and Kelce squirm, growing more uncomfortable.

"Bent out of shape? " he repeats, voice as if he doesn't believe you just said that, "You're the one driving across the island for shitty ass beer-"

"It's not like I was asking your opinion on my plans-"

"No, no, you were just informing us that you have plans to fuck JJ Maybank, understood."

"Rafe-" you start, but stop when Kelce sits up straight in his chair and speaks.

"What the fuck, Rafe?" Kelce stares at his best friend, "Why are you so mean to Y/N all the time? She doesn't have to hang out with us every day, and honestly, I wouldn't if you treated me the way you treat her."

"Oh, fuck off, Kelce, you don't know shit," Rafe waves him off.

Topper glances at you, then over to Rafe and speaks up as well, "He's right, Rafe. You're an asshole to her. And not just today, but a lot lately."

Rafe sits back on the couch and crosses his arms in front of his chest, rolling his eyes.

"You two don't know anything," he huffs, "Y/N and I are fine."

"Actually," you say, earning Rafe's complete attention, "I don't think we are."

He stands up now, stepping over to you and grabbing onto your wrist, "Let's discuss this in private."

You glance at the boys, trying to offer them a silent 'thank you for trying', then allow Rafe to pull you into the guest room down the hall. He slams the door once you two are inside, then runs his hand through his hair before he speaks.

"What the fuck are you doing, embarrassing me in front of the two of them?" he scoffs.

Your mouth falls open at how that is his main concern after you just told him you have doubts that the two of you are okay. Your heart sinks, watching as he paces the room. You watch the way his jaw is clenched and how his eyes are frantic as he tries to figure out how to fix things with the boys.

"I'm sorry," you say quietly.

Rafe seems to not hear you, "Jesus, now the two of them are gonna be up my ass about you for the rest of the day."

"Rafe-"

"And what the hell is up with you partying with JJ Maybank? Do you not realize how that could look, you hanging out with him?"

"Oh, my God!" you yell, not being able to take any more of his bullshit, "I don't give a shit, Rafe! I mean, seriously. I spent my entire night last night and my entire morning taking care of your ass. Because I care about you. And now, I say I want to do something for myself, and you act like I'm being selfish? Are you kidding me?"

"Oh, please," Rafe shakes his head, "You're always taking care of us, don't act like you're all noble."

"I'm not trying to be noble. I'm trying to tell you how I feel-"

"Well, I didn't fucking ask, all right?" he yells.

You frown and step back from him as if his words struck you across the face. He reaches up and pinches the bridge of his nose, trying his best to control his frustration.

"Rafe," you choke out, feeling your emotions as they rise up, "I care about you so much. But, I can't keep walking on eggshells around you. I have done everything you've asked me to do, I've been a good friend to you and I-"

"You what?" he growls at you, stepping forward and grabbing your shoulders.

"I love you, you asshole," you whisper, watching the way his eyes soften at your words, "I love you. But I'm drained. I'm exhausted. And I'm sick of being treated like some bitch who just follows you around and hopes you'll throw her a bone."

Rafe stares at you for a moment, and for the first time in a long time, you genuinely cannot tell what he's thinking. After a few seconds, he releases your shoulders and lightly shoves you away from him.

"You should leave," he says, staring at the floor.

"Really?"

"Yeah, you gotta get ready for your big date night, right?"

You laugh sarcastically at his comment, feeling stupid to have expected him to say anything different than that. He sets his hands on his hips and sighs, not bothering to look up at you. You lick your lips and take a deep breath, debating whether or not to stay and fight with him. For him.

"Fuck you, Rafe," you say.

His shoulders fall but he doesn't look up, so you turn and walk out of the room. Topper and Kelce are standing right outside the door, shocked when you suddenly emerge. You roll your eyes at them, not surprised they had been listening. They don't bother trying to stop you, because honestly, they'd leave Rafe, too.

You rush out of the house and slam the door behind you. Topper usually drives you home, but you don't bother to go back inside and ask. You can walk, it's not far.

As much as you love Rafe, as much as you'd kill to be with him, you can't condone the way he's been treating you. You know that you deserve better, just as Topper and Kelce have been reminding him. Better is exactly what you plan to have.

The beach isn't terribly busy when you arrive. You know by the time the sun sets completely, it will be packed. You spot JJ's blonde hair towering above almost everyone on the beach, watching as he laughs with his friends and tips a red cup against his lips. You walk over to him before allowing yourself to hesitate and think about leaving again.

Your fight with Rafe had completely drained your energy, and if you didn't feel like getting completely drunk to forget about it, you'd leave. JJ spies you as you approach and grins widely, starting over to you.

"No fucking way," he smiles, "Can't believe you showed, Mrs. Cameron!"

"Ha ha," you grumble, shaking your head and trying to hide a smile.

"How'd you escape from the prison that is Kook land?"

You roll your eyes, reaching up and taking the cup from his hand. You gulp it down before he can even object, and when you look up at him again, he's staring at you with his mouth wide open.

"Okay. Got it. Drinking, no talking," he reaches down and takes your hand, leading you over to the keg.

"Lots of drinking," you mutter, watching as JJ pretends he didn't hear you.

JJ grabs two beers from the guy handing them out and hands one to you, returning his hand to yours. You start to walk back over to JJ's friends, but he pulls on your hand to keep you where he wants you.

"What are you doing? Don't you want to hang out with your friends?" you ask him.

He shakes his head, "No, I'd rather figure out what's going on with you."

You sigh and take another long sip of your beer, avoiding his eyes on purpose. Although you and JJ hadn't hung out a lot, he still seems to be able to tell that you're bothered.

"It's not a big deal," you say.

"If it's bothering you, it is," JJ insists. His eyes are wide as he looks at you, and you can't help but notice how he hasn't taken one sip of his beer.

"JJ-"

"It's Rafe, I can tell. Did he hurt you?"

"No," you furrow your eyebrows, unsure of why he would even ask that. JJ just nods his head, tightening his grip around your hand.

"All right, then what?"

You give him a small smile, grateful that he's pushing so hard to try and figure out what's bothering you. You've never really had anyone do that before.

"We just got into an argument. But, it's fine-"

"Y/N-"

"I came here to have fun with you. Please don't make me spend the whole night talking about Rafe."

His eyes soften as he stares down at you. You watch as he takes a deep breath, then licks his lips and nods his head. You give him a small smile, watching as he shamelessly return it.

"You're right," he speaks after a minute, "Who needs that asshole, anyway?"

You nod, although you're hesitant to talk shit about Rafe like that, even after everything. JJ squeezes your hand once again, then tugs you toward his friends.

"Come on, let's party."

JJ pumps you full of beers, at your request, and laughs every time you attempt to get him to dance with you. His friends all watch as JJ finally gives into you, standing up as you tug on his hand and allowing you to lead him upright.

You can feel the alcohol rushing through your body as JJ spins you around in the sand, laughing at how much you're loving it. His friends cheer the two of you on, and by the time the song ends, you're completely exhausted. You collapse into JJ's chest and he wraps a strong arm around you, holding you up.

"I didn't realize I'd had so much," you tell him, slurring your words a bit against his chest.

"That's all right," he laughs lightly, "I'll take care of you."

JJ leads you back over to the log the two of you had been sitting on and helps you sit down, smiling when you lean your head down on his shoulder.

"You're nice to me," you tell him.

JJ laughs at your drunken state, pressing his cup to his lips once more. Say what you will about JJ Maybank, but never call him a lightweight.

"You deserve to be treated nicely," he fires back.

"You really believe that?" you ask him, not noticing your eyes fluttering closed against him.

"Of course, Y/N," he whispers, moving his face so his lips graze against the top of your head, "You know, there's a lot more out there than just Rafe Cameron."

"You don't know him like I do," you say quietly.

"You're right," he scoffs, "Nobody else would defend him."

"I'm serious, JJ. He's sweet and caring and protective-"

"And rude, and unkind-"

"JJ," you sigh, "I mean it. Underneath all the bullshit, he's a really great guy."

JJ's silent for a second, then you feel his body tense slightly under you. His friends are all in their own little world, to notice, but JJ isn't.

"Well, that really great guy just showed up to the party."

Your eyes shoot open and your head comes off of JJ's chest as you glance around, trying to steady your vision as you look around to see what he's talking about. When your eyes meet Rafe's, he looks upset. He's watching you and JJ like the thought of you two together actually, physically breaks his heart in half.

Topper and Kelce stand behind him, pushing Rafe forward to you. You stand up, with the help of JJ's hand steadying you, which you immediately let go of when you stand up straight. You tears your eyes away from Rafe long enough to glance back at JJ, asking him silently if it's okay if you go to him.

"Go on," he gives you a sad smile, "Tonight was fun. But, you know, I'm not the type of guy to chase after some other guy's girl."

"JJ-"

"Go, Y/N. You love him. I can tell."

You start to object, but close your mouth when you realize you have no defense. He's right, you know he is. You give JJ a little smile, then turn back to Rafe. The asshole, your asshole, who looks ready to put your heart back together again.

He starts to you and you to him, but he covers way more ground than you given that he's stone cold sober. He can tell you're having trouble standing, so he reaches out and offers his arm as soon as he's within range.

"Hey," he says quietly.

You wrap your cold hands around his arm, steadying yourself and absorbing his warmth. You take a deep breath, inhaling his familiar, heart wrenching scent and letting it fill your lungs.

"What are you doing here?" you question him.

"I- uh, I need to talk to you."

"Why? So you can yell at me and then tell me to leave again?" you spit before you can even think about it.

Rafe clenches his jaw and moves his eyes from yours, glancing around the beach as he considers what the best thing to say is in response.

"I'm sorry," you mumble.

"It's fine," he shakes his head, speaking too fast to actually mean it, "I deserve it. I was an asshole. I came here to apologize."

You nod your head, doing your best to keep your eyes on his and not trailing all down his body. He's wearing the snapback you love on him, and he has on the shirt the two of you bought together at the mall on a trip.

"You may," you tease him, giving him a small smile and hoping to get one in return. You get it, thankfully.

"I'm really sorry, Y/N. I didn't mean to ever make you feel second rate. You have been so good to me and I know I don't deserve it-"

"It's okay," you stop him, reaching one hand up to stroke his cheek. His skin, his soft skin under yours feels like heaven to touch. You know the alcohol is the only reason you're not putting up a larger fight.

"I wasn't finished," he smiles widely.

"Well, what can I say? I'm a sucker for that hat," you tease.

His grin only widens as he stares down at you, pulling you into a hug before he can even think of it. His arms wrapped tightly around you make your heart rate speed up to a dangerous level.

"You promise we're okay? Maybe we should talk again when you're sobered up-"

"I'm fine," you lie.

Rafe reaches up and cups your face in his hands, staring down at you intently. You stare back, unable to break away from his gorgeous blue eyes.

"Good, because I've got something to tell you."

Rafe watches as your lips part, wanting to question him but unable to find the right words. He smiles, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before he continues.

"I love you, too," he whispers.

You blink rapidly at him, trying to figure out if he really just said those words to you. You shake your head and squirm out of his grasp, taking a deep breath as you look at him.

"You mean that?" you ask him.

"Yeah," he nods, swallowing nervously, "It took me half the day to realize it, but the thought of you down here with JJ literally made me want to kill him. And I'm sorry that I haven't realized it sooner. I was just scared of my feelings, I guess, and I just thought if I pushed you away-"

"You don't have to explain," you stop him, "I just can't believe you feel the same way about me."

"Who wouldn't? Topper informed me today that I happen to be the luckiest guy to walk the face of the earth because I'm loved by you. And I guess, I don't know, it made me recognize my feelings."

You smile, wrapping your arms around him and hugging him. He hugs you back without thinking twice, pulling you close and breathing you in. After a second, you pull away, and feel him tilt your chin up to meet his eyes.

"I don't know, I'm feeling pretty damn lucky right now," you whisper.

Before either of you know it, he places his lips gently on yours. His hands move themselves to your cheeks once again, pulling you closer to him. You both can hear Topper and Kelce hooting and hollering from yards away, which makes you laugh against Rafe's lips.

"I regret bringing them," he says against your lips, laughing along with you.

"You should," you agree, standing on your tip-toes and kissing him one more time.

"Can I take you home, now? Please?" he asks, voice impatient.

You bite your lip and nod, allowing him to give you one last kiss before he brings a hand down to yours, wrapping his fingers through it. He turns you toward the boys, the oh-so happy boys, and leads you away.

Away from the beer. Away from JJ. Toward your future, together.

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[pridewhatpride]

do you have any gx rivalshipping hcs!! im super curious on your take of them :]

When I saw this ask my immediate reaction was thinking: "Yes, I have an excuse to talk about gx rivalshipping, YES."

So yeah. I love this ship a lot, like a whole damn lot and it's a little hard to explain why, especially when gx has so many open possibilities for romances involving Judai. By which I mean two, really, and Manjoume is not one of them (sadly for me). I am referring to Yubel and Johan, by the way, I refuse to acknowledge Asuka as a love interest.

I'll start off with a bit of fluff headcanons?

Manjoume thinks Winged Kuriboh is really cute and that its friendly and fluffy appearance screams Judai, in a way. But he will never admit it because of what that might imply for him and the Ojamas.

Manjoume is fueled by caffeine and monster, he only really starts to recognise how nice it can be to have a meal because of how much Judai enjoys his food. He tries to sit at the table with him with dumb excuses.

Judai feels a bit guilty for how his actions impacted Manjoume's life, but Manjoume generally tells him that it's fine, it's better this way, that he's never this happy, that the only reason why Judai should maybe feel bad about it is because of his tendency to get overly invested in other people's problems and getting hurt in the process. Judai responds with bear hugs.

Manjoume brags about Judai a lot, actually. "Oh you think that's cool? One time Judai managed to do a backflip, you loser." "Slifer reds suck, but they do have redeeming qualities, by which I mean one of them is actually good."

Judai likes to indulge himself in the thought that he's Manjoume's most trusted, that he's the only one who could ever be allowed to have that many incriminating pictures of him. Because Judai just loves taking candid pictures of Manjoume. He thinks he looks and and cool in every situation, so yeah. A part of him does it because he has an inexplicable fear of forgetting people and the way they look, but he just can't say why that is.

They hang out in silence a lot, but once they start talking they just never stop. You'll find them on the beach at 3 am with a smiling Manjoume listening to Judai go on about how crazy it is that you can fry food in so many different ways and how he once caught a butterfly as a kid and named it Kujaku.

They share their music a lot, so Manjoume's tastes switch from just emo to fast paced rap and the weirdly happy sounding songs about very morbid things Judai listens to (plus emo). Judai starts to enjoy a bit of angry screaming into microphones thanks to Jun. Do they sing along like idiots as they share earphones? Yes. Is Manjoume mesmerised by Judai's singing voice? Also yes.

Judai loves hiking and sometimes invites Manjoume, but because he's a lot weaker and has less stamina, they take it slow. Manjoume keeps cursing himself for being slow and dead weight, but Judai is just happy to have a companion. Admittedly, going slower makes the walks better as he has the time to enjoy the scenery properly. He never teases Jun about his lack of physical training.

Now... I wanted to talk about my general view on the ship, plus headcanons I guess, but this is going to be EVEN LONGER (you are getting more than you asked for, your fault for enabling me, really). For the sake of the sanity of mobile users, I'm adding a cut so nobody has to unwillingly scroll through endless text.

On to the the juice, then. My thoughts on the ship. Manjoume and Judai are, of course, the rivals of the series and, if my thoughts on rivalry weren't clear enough, I am one of those people. It's just really romantic to me. What is very interesting about the two of them specifically is that they are polar opposites in the way the reason why they play, throughout the whole series. Hell, their views end up getting reversed completely: Manjoume goes from "if I don't win I'm gonna have a breakdown breakdown" to "losing is ok, as long as I enjoy the game and am true to myself", while Judai does the 180 from "I really just love playing cards with my friends, who cares about the outcome, it's fun" to "I have card game related trauma, nobody speak to me, games are only an excuse to assert a sort of power scale and honestly fuck that".

Manjoume is sort of the only person in the 'friend group' (he's never actually part of it, sadly, literally only Judai and Fubuki like him) to not idolise Judai, not explicitly. He clearly has an admiration for Judai from the beginning, but he is adamant on expressing it as hatred towards for being better than him. A part of me feels that a lot of his superior act is meant to try and fool himself and Jaden into thinking that he's a worthy rival, because I know for a fact that Manjoume doesn't believe that. He wants it to be true, yes.

What I am trying to get at is that Judai is probably a little confused by the fact that Manjoume doesn't drool all over him like the rest of the school does, but it soon becomes a crutch. Judai is under a lot of pressure because he is the hero who will save everyone and people like to remind him of how much they count on him. Manjoume is in it for Judai. He wants to be acknowledged by him, he wants his recognition and his attention, but he never asks for help or expects Judai to fix his problems for him. Judai is probably thankful for that.

Manjoume is also really scared of being left behind and cast aside as soon as he stops being useful and that's exactly what the writers do to him!!! hooray!, but Judai keeps insisting that he's not a bad guy, that he's fun to be around, that he's competent. Manjoume doesn't really believe all that that much, but Jaden keeps playing him despite his repeated losses and to Jun that's the equivalent of someone kissing his tears away. Manjoume only learns to accept his losses and shortcomings because Judai did it for him first.

So basically Manjoume is the only one who fully sees Judai as a person, while Judai is the only one who is really willing to look past his pretentious facade. I fully believe that Judai was relieved to learn that Manjoume was not just a perfect boy with perfect manners, by the way. They both just love to learn about every imperfection that the other has and silently thinking that they just add to the beauty of the other's character. Will they tease eachother about it? Fuck yes. Do they feel awful when the other tries to fix something about themselves because they pointed it out? Also fuck yes.

They are in a dumb competition against themselves to be better in order to earn the right to be friends with eachother, but because they are fucking dumb they never actually communicate (until they do), so for a long time it's endless pining that is definitely not gay because admittedly Judai just doesn't think that dating is a thing, while Manjoume is straight™, really straight. He has never liked a boy in his life, he's so very fucking straight, I swear.

So Manjoume is a bisexual disaster (and in my headcanon he prefers boys, actually, the Asuka incident is the biggest example of denial™ ever. He prefers Fubuki, fight me over this). The problem is that he never really considered he might be crushing on Judai, but at the same time admitting to maybe liking boys too means that there was more to wanting to stay at DA, to hanging out with Judai's crew despite their mutual dislike, to his continuous playful headlocks and ear pulling. To add onto that, there is probably a certain amount of guilt over having betrayed that bond with Judai by trying to throw away his cards and everything. Judai, on the other hand... is confused at how bothered he is by the public declarations of love, because Manjoume is his rival and rivals are supposed to focus on eachother, not on some girl, no matter how good said girl is at card games.

So maybe they are a bit gay for eachother. And maybe they just want excuses to be together as much as possible. And it's really just the vibe of highschool romance between two people who don't want to admit to caring for one another on a deeper level, but are also weirdly possessive of eachother for no apparent reason. And I think I'll stop here with my gay retelling, but really if you look at the two of them you do see that they do a lot for eachother's characters. It's kind of beautiful, really. They are the two socially inept characters who find comfort in someone being just like them and understanding them as they change and grow up.

I have a lot to say about how that changes once the transfer students come in, but I think I've bored everyone for long enough- as in nobody will read this lol. That's ok. I thank you again for the ask and for allowing me to gush about this ship that is so close to my heart. If anyone ever wants to talk about them, just. Do. Break into my house at night and I still won't mind, I just want to talk about them.

#shut me up #i'm so sorry #i started and i couldn't stop #i also didn't want to be disappointing by giving an half-assed response #i've thought about this ask all night #i still improvised the whole thing and i'm sure you can tell #yugioh #ygo #yugioh gx #ygo gx #gx rivalshipping #manjoume jun #jun manjoume #chazz princeton #yuki judai #judai yuki #jaden yuki

[whomst-art-thou-whomst-whomst]

Texts from the Lost Tomb, part 5.2

Also yes this is a 5 part story arc, why do you ask, no I’m not “avoiding real life work”

Main Chat

Wang Pangzi: YOU KNOW THERE ARE THOSE WHO WOULD COMPLAIN ABOUT BEING DRAGGED OUT OF BED AT AN UNGODLY HOUR FOR THE SAKE OF SOME JEWELRY AND FORCED INTO AN ADVENTURE

Wu Xie: And we are just so grateful you are above all that.

Zhang Qiling: You were fully awake and insisted we pack and go as soon as possible in case there was, and I quote, “more weird shit happening we can cash in on.”

Wu Xie: I mean it’s kind of interesting that the Zhang family sent a car for us. We could have driven. So what is going on there, I wonder?

Wang Pangzi: YOU KNOW FOR A PARANOID AND CONNIVING LITTLE SHIT YOU STILL RADIATE OBLIVIOUS BAMBI ENERGY

HATE TO BE THE ADMIRAL ACKBAR HERE BUT ITS DEF A TRAP MY BOY

WHY DO U THINK WE ARE MESSAGING AND NOT TALKING DUMMY

WERE YOU IN A TOMB ON THE DAY THEY TAUGHT PPL STRANGER DANGER

BUT NO NO YOU WERE ALL “LETS GET IN THE VAN WITH THE FREE CANDY AND PUPPIES I BET WE’RE GOING TO THE CIRCUS”

THIS IS THE LAST STRAW IM LOJACKING YOU FOR REAL THIS TIME, SHOULDVE DONE THIS YEARS AGO

Zhang Qiling: I agree, in this particular case, with Pangzi. You should not have gotten in their vehicle while we were still inside the house. It forced us to follow you into the van to prevent separation, and they seemed to be expecting that. I don’t know whether Zhang Rishan intended this, but I don’t trust him.

Wu Xie: :( I got excited and didn’t think it through. I’m sorry.

Wang Pangzi: DONT YOU GIVE US THE BIG EYES WE ARE IMMUNE

MOSTLY

SPEAKING OF IMMUNE ITS REALLY FUCKIN COLD IN HERE AND UR STILL SICK, PUT YOUR JACKET ON STUPID

Wu Xie: oh relax, I’m fine. No fever at all today, remember? I feel a lot better, too.

Wang Pangzi: YOU LEAVE ME NO CHOICE BUT TO HAVE XIAO GE INTERVENE

Zhang Qiling: It is odd to say this, but Pangzi is right again. You are barely back on your feet and could easily get worse again. Wu Xie. Jacket. Now.

Wu Xie: Oh fine. Teaming up on me, I see. Happy now?

Wang Pangzi: FUCKING ECSTATIC. NOW BACK TO HOW WE MAY BE PULLING A LI CU

Wu Xie: If it is an abduction, it wouldn’t be them moving against the whole Wu family—not with Uncle Erbai in charge. Zhang Rishan strikes me as someone who doesn’t make a move unless he is sure of his plan, and this is all a bit last-minute to be a big shift. Besides, they let Xiao Ge keep his sword and we still have all our phones.

Wang Pangzi: TOOK AWAY MY EXPLOSIVES THO THE BASTARDS

Zhang Qiling: In fairness, you were waving them around and yelling that if they tried anything it was going to be “yippeekiyay motherfucker all up in this bitch.”

Wang Pangzi: IT SOUNDS LESS COOL COMING FROM YOU. I THINK I SEE THE TEAHOUSE?

Wu Xie: me too. That’s Zhang Rishan on the steps. This must be urgent. Everybody stay shiny.

Zhang Qiling: I will be getting out first. Wu Xie in the middle, Pangzi at the rear.

Wang Pangzi: AND WHAT A VIEW;)

An hour later…

Main Chat

Wu Xie: Is everyone okay? I tried knocking but nothing is getting through, these are some solid walls.

Wu Xie: guys???

Wang Pangzi: OOPS PHONE WAS ON SILENT AND I WAS BUSY YELLING AT THE CEILING

IM PRESENT AND PISSED OFF

Zhang Qiling: Apologies, I was trying to break down the door.

Wang Pangzi: SO THIS MAY NOT BE THE TIME TO SAY I TOLD YOU SO BUT WHILE WE’RE HERE

Wu Xie: fuck Pangzi, I know, okay??

I’m an idiot, I’m so fucking stupid. It’s not like it’s the first or fiftieth time I’ve put you two in danger, either.

Wang Pangzi: HEY HEY WHOA NOW

STOP SAYING RUDE SHIT ABOUT MY FRIEND

ITS GONNA BE OKAY

DESPITE KNOWING THIS WAS A BAD IDEA I STILL COULDNT PREDICT HOW MUCH CHAOTIC LUCK THIS FAMILY HAS

DAMN IT I HATE WHEN HEI XIAZI IS RIGHT ABOUT THINGS

Zhang Qiling: I’m sorry. This is my fault. My line has a ruthlessly pragmatic streak and they’ve clearly wanted to test us separately to see why the necklace reacted to our arrival like that. It does not excuse Zhang Rishan trapping us in these separate rooms.

Wang Pangzi: UHH BITCH I SAID THIS FAMILY NOT YOUR FAMILY

THIS AINT ABOUT THEM

YOUR FAMILY IS ON MY SHIT LIST EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY

THIS FAMILY MEANT US OBVS

UGH ANY SIGN OF THE BASTARDS?

Zhang Qiling: no. Wu Xie?

Zhang Qiling: Wu Xie, answer me.

Wang Pangzi: WU XIE

TIANZHEN

PICK UP YOUR FUCKING PHONE DAMNIT YOU'RE SCARING XIAOGE

Zhang Qiling: I’m going to try breaking down the door again.

Wu Xie: Hello, Wang Pangzi and Zhang Qiling. My apologies for the rather inhospitable circumstances, but this seemed expedient considering the unknown qualities of the necklace. I could not be sure who was causing what, or what could happen next, and thus have temporarily set you in separate rooms for the sake of everyone’s safety.

Wang Pangzi: WTF GIVE HIM BACK HIS FUCKIN PHONE ZHANG RISHAN I KNOW ITS YOU YOU PRETENTIOUS ANTIQUE

WE DESTROYED THIS PLACE BEFORE AND WE CAN DO IT AGAIN

Zhang Qiling: Your concerns for everyone’s safety are noted. Thank you for whatever you believe you’ve done right here.

Now. If you release us immediately and return Wu Xie to us, we will consider leaving without direct personal retribution.

Wang Pangzi: WHAT HE SAID AND ALSO YOU SUCK

Wu Xie: I regret that this has happened, I hope to make it up to you in the future. For the purpose of today’s needs, however—I will have my men escort the two of you out if you so desire, but unfortunately Wu Xie will need to stay until we have finished examining him.

Wang Pangzi: EXAMINING??? YOU FUCKING PERV HANDS OFF HE MAY BE THE BELLE OF THE BALL BUT HIS DANCE CARD IS SPOKEN FOR

I SWEAR I DID NOT GO THROUGH TEN YEARS OF THIS STARCROSSED CLUSTERFUCK FOR YOU TO SWOOP IN AND STEAL MY FRIENDS BF

Wu Xie: There is no call for rudeness. He will not be harmed. The artifact was responding to him directly. It has not lit up like this in over 200 years, and I need to understand why it is responding, and responding to someone who is not our kin, which it has never done before. This could have implications for everyone in my family if it could protect someone at the right moment.

Wang Pangzi: OKAY BUT CONSIDERING OUR TRACK RECORD IN THIS BUILDING AND THE SITUATION AT HAND Y’ALL ARE ABOUT TO NEED PROTECTION

Wu Xie: The testing would be going better if Wu Xie wasn’t worrying himself unnecessarily over where you both are, it’s making our readings difficult.

Wang Pangzi: OH GEE SO SORRY YOUR KIDNAPPING VICTIMS ARENT THRILLED TO BE HERE TO SAMPLE YOUR CREEPY JEWELRY BOX BUT THAT SOUNDS LIKE A YOU PROBLEM

Zhang Qiling: Zhang Rishan. I appreciate that you must think of our family first in your decisions. As must I. I hope you can appreciate what that means for decisions I make.

Wang Pangzi: HEHEHE SO TRUE BESTIE

YOU PISSED OFF THE WRONG GOTH TODAY BUDDY BOY

Zhang Qiling: A compromise: we stay with him as you run your tests. That will calm him and assuage Pangzi’s concerns and prevent me from…testing the limits of your lifespan.

Wu Xie: I accept that this may temporarily impact our relations, but am hopeful that you will come to understand that sometimes I need to make certain choices for this family that are…difficult. I will come to let you—One moment. Something seems to be happening.

Babysitters Club Chat

Wang Pangzi: OH SO WE ARE GONNA JUST POLITELY SIT WITH WU XIE AS STRANGERS POKE HIM WITH NEEDLES ARE WE HUH WELL LOOK WHOS BEING A HELPFUL LITTLE LAB ASSISTANT

Zhang Qiling: I’m attempting to convince him to let us out. Of course we will not simply sit there. Some lying to gain trust is necessary here.

Wang Pangzi: UR BEIN A SHADY BITCH XIAOGE AND ITS HOT

THATS WHY YOUR TATTOO IS SO BIG ITS FULL OF SECRETS

ALWAYS KNEW YOU HAD IT IN YOU TO—WAIT WHAT WAS THAT SOUND??

At the same time…

Bonnie and Clyde Chat

Xie Yuchen: …so, this is not what I expected to find.

Hei Yangjing: yeah kiddo is a bit freaked out:/ this sucks. I mean I get that they are concerned blah blah blah necklace goes brightbright but maybe we should go find the other two

or at least find a way to let Wu Xie know we are here, that room he’s in looks like a dungeon and not in a good way

Xie Yuchen: Does it look like I’m able to do anything right now? Also, I’m fairly certain they won’t be harmed. Zhang Rishan may be callous, but he isn’t stupid.

Hei Yangjing: r u kidding

he split up Romeo and Juliet, then left Romeo with a sword—seems pretty stupid to me

Xie Yuchen: Yeah I’m not going near that. He made his bed with that choice. What can you see? These Neanderthal guards are blocking my view.

Hei Yangjing: uh so there’s like a lab table situation

Wu Xie isn’t tied up, a good sign in this context

I can’t see what those people are holding, they’re talking a lot and some asshole just grabbed Wu Xie’s arm, looks like maybe they are putting in an IV?

The necklace is—oh. Oh shit.

#whomst #ultimate note #wu xie #dmbj #the lost tomb #pingxie #iron triangle #dmemebj

[freebooter4ever]

Ahahahahaha there IS a rami under the hat! anyway shitty quick sledgefu fic under the cut bc that was some brilliant inspiration right there - no beta or re-reads so this is rough lol. It's RIDICULOUS IMSOSORRY

Being a hipster in Orange County is exhausting. It's so hard to find good quality antique furniture these days. There's plenty of options, you can't cross town without coming across another vintage shop. And yet Eugene goes through three different shops with no luck. Here in sunny California, the odds of finding antiques are good, but the goods are odd.

Obviously a tried and true technique to weed out the good stuff is to observe fellow antiquing hipsters around you. And Gene's been watching the smartly dressed man at the end of the aisle for almost ten minutes. This man looks pretentious as hell, but he seems to know what he's doing. Unlike Gene, who couldn't tell an authentic colonial from a cheap pottery barn knockoff. Does Pottery Barn even make colonials? What is a colonial anyway? He thinks his mother brought it up in conversation once. Antiques are about the only safe discussion topic nowadays.

Anyway this smartly dressed man is examining something at the end of the row of shelves intensely. Eugene can't see what the guy is looking at, but it drives his curiosity insane. The guy even climbs onto a ladder so he can get a view of the object from above.

Eugene skirts his way around another row of shelves and casually steps closer and closer - coming at it so it appears unintentional.

Of course, the hipster guy on the ladder sees right through Gene. He turns his head arrogantly down towards Eugene and cocks it. Somehow, despite the odd angle, the guy's Madeline style hat stays on as if it's glued to his head.

"I gotta see it from all angles," the man announces, as if this were the answer to a question Eugene desperately needed answering.

"Huh," Eugene says.

The man smiles. It grows on his face like the Cheshire cat. And Eugene is fairly certain under the sunglasses his eyes are shrewd.

"Snaf get down from the ladder, the last thing we need is to be banned from another antique shop," a second man comes up to them carrying an old pair of boots. He glances at Gene and nods, "Hey. I'm Burgie...that man up there is Snafu."

Snafu slithers down from the ladder and lightly lands across from Eugene in the aisle.

"Nice to meet you," Eugene holds his hand out, "Eugene Sledge."

Burgie shakes his hand, "Pleasure." He then turns to Snafu and kicks the boots at his shoulder, "C'mon, I found what I needed, let's head out."

"Wait a sec, I haven't decided if I want this mod shelf for my records or not," Snafu gestures to the thing he'd been amiring.

"Okay," Burgie sighs, "But don't take too long, Im checking out." He takes his vintage boots and goes.

Eugene turns to get a good look at the thing Snafu was considering. And suddenly the heavens open up, god rays come down, light shines like a halo,and Eugene swears he hears a choir. This is it. This is the end piece he was looking for. This is exactly the kind of thing he needs for the "TV" nook in his apartment that will never hold a TV (he has a 24 inch laptop and like ALL the streaming services but he is SO above having a TV like some rich bourgeoisie).

"It's perfect, isn't it," Snafu says, noticing Eugene's sudden awe.

Shit. He noticed. That means Snafu's going to take it. Number one rule of climbing the hipster ladder: if someone else finds value in something you better get it first.

"I'm not sure, I think my mom has almost the exact same shelf system back home," Eugene shrugs, "She got it from, like, Ikea ten years ago or something. It was a whole thing. Super popular...'retro'...you know how it goes."

"Yeah," Snafu says. He sounds like he might eat Eugene up.

Eugene clears his throat awkwardly.

Snafu throws his head back and switches into appraiser mode, "You're wrong though. You can tell this is authentic by the wood paneling, and the 60s era joints, and this cantilevered bit right here."

Eugene's never wanted someone so much so suddenly right there.

"It'd be perfect for my record collection... It'll even look good from my lofted bed..." Snafu continues.

"I want it," Eugene states quickly and firmly.

Snafu's eyebrows raise at Eugene's audacity. "Well..." Snafu says. He slowly lifts his Janis Joplin sunglasses and eyes Eugene, "I was going to take the shelf but..." he grins "... I'll take you instead."

"What?" Eugene asks incredulously.

"Go on a date with me and I'll give it to you," Snafu demands, "Hell, I'll even buy it for you."

"I..." Eugene stutters. He can feel a blush already forming on his cheeks.

"Better say yes before I change my mind..." Snafu warns in an obnoxiously self-assured tone of voice.

"Yes!" Eugene blurts without hesitance.

The grin Snafu gives him outshines the glory halo from earlier.

Eugene blushes down to his toes. Maybe he should have...played it more casual or acted disinterested. He's not actually very good at this hipster thing.

On the other hand, he does end up getting a free shelf out of the deal. The only thing Snafu makes him do is give Snafu his number, carry the shelf out to his own car, and give Snafu a ride home.

"Burgie texted me, said he's already moved on to the next shop, but don't worry our apartment's real close by," Snafu explains.

"This shelf is insanely heavy," Eugene grumbles under the weight. He's questioning his purchase decisions.

"That's how you know it's real wood," Snafu scolds him.

"Can't you at least take a corner? Lighten the load a tiny bit?" Eugene asks.

"Naw," Snafu sits on the hood of Eugene's 1946 Chevy and smiles, "I like to watch the posers sweat."

Eugene rolls his eyes, "I'm getting an authentic 1960's shelf, and you're getting a date with a fake hipster. I think you got the raw end of the deal here."

"No way," Snafu assures him. He hops off the car and finally helps by opening the door and guiding the shelf onto the back seat, "I see this as an investment."

"An investment?" Eugene echoes.

"Yeah," Snafu says. He bumps the car door shut with his hip and gets into Eugene's space, swaggering a little, "The way I see it... In two... No.. One month... I'll have joint custody over this shelf. It'll be as good as mine. I just gotta wait patiently."

"You mean... You think..." Eugene stammer, ".... You think I will..."

Snafu's smirk widens and he leans in closer, and closer, as if he's gonna lay a kiss on Gene right then and there.

But he's interrupted by Burgie come running out the door, "Hey! Shelton, what the hell you charged that shelf to my account!"

"C'mon, time to go!" Snafu tells Eugene excitedly. He opens the driver door, grabs Eugene's elbow and manhandles him in. Snafu then vaults the car's hood and hops in through the open passenger window. "Drive!"

"Snafu, I'm never giving you any of Florence's homemade pop tarts ever again!" Burgie yells as Eugene's car peels away.

#Sledgefu #Bad germs

[smallestclowninthecircus]

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Ep 121: mmmm tape recorder turning on without them knowing goes brrr. AAAhjhdsjfhjdf "do you mind if i call you jon" its like "can i call you elias?" is this the dream guy with the tendrils? who wants to bet the boat is captained by peter lukas? big man if it killed yall how are you still here. oh boy the tape is doin that thing. who do we think it is? did he wake up? hmm. ep 122: lol jon. 6 months!?!? bruh quit movin big man. he just Knows things sometimes you know how it is. nah b/c i can relate to feeling like other ppl/ things arent real, thats the biggest mood BUT i think it is kinda pretentious to entertain the idea that youre the only Real person. If you dont see a body dont believe it. i'll hold out hope for a bit. theres not a new archivist is there? surely i wouldve heard about that. oh god peter what changes did you make. ep 123: web development. hope its about spiders. she blames him. bruh why. if they hadnt done anything the world would've ended piss off melanie. why are ppl acting like he chose to be in a coma for 6 months. we know this they just appear. no longer "head archivist of the magnus institute, london" now he's just "the archivist" covered in spiders? cuz ik the spider has to do with controlling what youre doing and all this stuff but i cant think of how this connects to that. ep 124: ugh vertigo. is michael crew an old man? oooh. fairchild. how did he know it was martin? hmm. GRR I LOST MY NOTES AGAIN. FROM EPISODE 125 - part of 131. ep 131: bruh he's so hard to understand big man ur voice is so low. Jared Hotworth. the boneturner. "the ones i helped find their proper bodies" name a better top surgeon? our favorite trans ally? ep 132: woo field trip into the coffin! static lol. he says "chill out im just poppin in for a quick recall mission" is the rib thing actually gonna work? bruh it feels so odd and contrived but he's an odd man with some odd powers so idk. rip that archivist ayyy statement time. voices? recordings? are those tape recorders? was it the tape recorders? did they pull him back? i hope so b/c if the rib thing actually worked im gonna be so disappointed. ep 133: predicting the lonely? tundra. like the lukases. hmm. sanikova! like sanikov land. so its the hunt? i suppose? yeah. so daisy's clearly rejecting the hunt, which makes sense cuz she doesnt seem to like the entities that much. wait so are we just not gonna talk abt all the tapes playing on the ground?? no? ep 134: not an archival assistant anymore? Adelard Decker (or however you spell it) i recognize that name. 15th power. i was right there are 15. the extinction? im trying to remember what ive heard. oooh spooky. no i gotta be real i dont understand this fear but i'll believe you that its a thing. ew lukas is so squealy. lukas can turn invisible? oh boy. oooh martin put the tape recorders there. lol lukas is worried he's gonna be an avatar of the eye. ep 135: yoo its the third Daedalus statement! maxwell rayner (reiner? reigner?) i dont know who that is but ik its somebody. is he the cult leader guy? church of the divine host? 4 people?? what? did they kidnap somebody and keep them up there?? oh dear jon are you dying? did he try to See or Know or whatever? why does everyone call basira detective lol. ep 136: he was the one from the spider movie that ate ppl right? the special effects artist? is it annabelle cane? "its a joke jon" lol. hmm they wanted to record the therapy session with melanie? i wonder who that is. i almost wanna guess annabelle cane but im not sure. ep 137: this is the one! he went to the other place and read the war statement but it wasnt the one she took. not the music again. sounds like the slaughter. who the heck is eric lol. "the watcher's crown" like the crown of eyes we saw in the piccrew ep 138: oh boy Robert Smirk time. is that elias? as unhelpful as usual. if new powers can be "born" can others die out? did jonah magnus wear the watchers crown? maybe they were born from our fear or maybe our fears were born from them. ceaseless watcher does ceaselessly watch so. idk what you want

big man. yeah jonah for sure did something. ep 139: agnes!! lol that one dude threw off all their plans thats so funny. BUT this does tell us something. the tree in the backyard of the hilltop house? not made by her. it going down didnt kill agnes. im guessing gertrude tied agnes to the house using the tree? u good jon? cuz every time you try to Know smth intentionally it seems like it causes you great pain. how come he can do it accidentally with no problem but the second he wants to know smth of plot relevance he gets a headache or whatever ep 140: lol pagan exultation. classic. "oh thats my rib" lmaoo. ppl are always so mad at jon and his Eye powers except when it benefits them. they're like "oh you shouldnt do that its not right" and then all of a sudden they want to know something and its all "oh cmon jon its the only way" ep 142: oh god jon what did you do. its interesting she's giving her statement in the way that they do when jon Asks. did he see her in the Coffin? and so he's following her? ok cmon jon you're supposed to let them come to you. lmao ikr martin. "start to hear the blood" "suure." lmao ep 143: lol that awkward moment when gertrude is already dead. big J if you die im gonna kill you. bruh. ayo helen? i guess it worked? ep 144: lol this reminds me of that one edgar allan poe story where he kills the old dude with the weird eye. spooky music stuff. lol thats my favorite symptom of a heart attack its hilarious. so its smth abt the location probably? bro i feel like you should write down the numbers idk. 162830165049 564846474827. seems like the distortion? like the kinda thing that causes you to go crazy because of the numbers. oh boy is it the extinction again. bro what?? im?? his dad just died and he's like eh. martin dont be mean. he's being all lonely again. big man ur pushing ppl away. oh god its fucking squealy boy. ep 145: that almost sounds like breekon/hope... Arthur? agnes. aah was he from the lightless flame cult. a tree. lol he's just ranting rn. hehehe fuck landlords amirite. yay someone tells jon outright to go to therapy. now do it big man. ep 146: oh great! the distortion! i'm making a spiral themed building in mc right now! jon maybe accept you did a bad? nah this goes back to what i said before. they're fine with him compelling ppl when its convenient for them but otherwise its "no jon you cant, youre a monster jon" the tapes didnt turn on. i spose that means its not important? i agree with daisy, this seems unecessarily dangerous. ep 147: is that a tape? the first tape? well that went better than i expected tbh. BAHAKJASHDJKF she did the "can i call you jon" like nikola says "elias, can i call you elias?" damn annabelle is such a girlboss. oh! the one thing from the picrew. its been a while since ive connected smth to that. lol all the other avatars always talk abt their patron so lovingly and the jon just. absolutely hates the eye. ep 148: lol thats the most elias thing. "i just like the way it sounds" ep 149: did he disappear? bruhh. ur lonely powers are popping off i guess. oops i accidentally deleted my notes for 150 - 152 ep 153: thats the cult right? yeah. it doesnt sound like the church of the divine host? idk. if it is the church of the divine host then they worship the dark right? so is the eleventh the dark star or wtvr? it almost sounds like the corruption b/c of the oil or grease or whatever. oh dear what happened. oh its the hunters. theyre so annyoing. not an "it" he has a name. he's a person. is this a page from the skin book? ep 154: oh shit this is gerry's dad! oh shit he quit! oh dear god. jon don't you do it. haha martin. yeahhhh... is he gonna tell the others? cuz you know theyre gonna get mad if he doesnt. oh also picrew connection! the bandages over the eyes? yeah thats this im guessing. ep 155: oh good he told them. oh my god what did you do. lol i have no mouth and i must scream. nah you get none of my sympathy you're straight up murdering ppl. its like the desolation, destroying lives to sustain your own. ok but taking their statements doesnt

kill them. oh... bye melanie. ep 156: lmao imagine if the tape recorder spoke back. oh boy decker! i swear we got a statement from him already. oh god mirrors scary. They're gonna eat the body arent they. Yup... sounds like the flesh or the slaughter, but I'm not sure. Could be the extinction for sure. Smth at the center! Like Helen mentioned. God Peter you dick. Ep 157: peter's just so :/ another decker statement i see. a statement about the corruption? hmm. maybe its not abt the corruption. the extinction. lol pandemics. topical. John Amherst. helen? lol i can hear admiral purring in the background. oh cmon helen dont be like that. im trying real hard to like you but you make it so difficult. ep 158: did they fucking free the stranger? im gonna lose it. you absolute dumbass. im sorry who is that? jonah magnus? my guy. peter. you absolute dickhead. that's elias. (im p sure i had this spoiled for me that elias is jonah) oh dear this is her death. god peter you prick. i hope this is a pop off martin moment and not a "martin you idiot" moment. i hope the hunters kill the stranger entity. or she kills them. furry daisy pop off! yeah fuck you peter martin can make his own decisions. you know that clip from Twisted where jafar says "ok what the fuck was that" martin D: ok like i know its gonna work but still D: D: ep 159: peter you bitchboy. because if im alone i cant hurt anyone else. imnotgonnacryimnotgonnacryimnotgonnacry do it do it do it do it. pop off jon. ok its a pretty good idea for a ritual i gotta be honest. she didnt even have to blow it up lol. oh dear that was certainly a noise. "he gets you" did he not have jon already? he's back! our boy is back! awwww thats so cute. ep 160: oh right this is the thing in the safe house. i love him. "obviously im going to tell you if i see any good cows" martin my beloved <3 :)) oh boy who is this. fuckin. people. jonah you dick. gahh. you can tell he's trying to resist so hard lol. ohh. hehe keep an *eye* on him. altho if the extinction is a real thing he needs to be marked by that right? lol he sounds so intense im sorry- i want martin to just burst in and be like "look at this cow i saw!" its so dramatic and for why.

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[mccnyoongi]

knj ⇢ novels.

⇢ word count: 5k+

⇢ warnings: art dealer!namjoon, bougie & rich!namjoon, hints of sugar daddy joon but not really??, established relationship, THEY ARE VERY IN LOVE ITS VERY SOFT >:(, but also, smut/porn, unprotected sex, dom!joonie, lots of praise, degredation, spanking, hair pulling, choking, light exhibitionism, light anal play, a bit of impreg, good old fashioned parisian fucking.

⇢ summary: You might just fill a novel with all the things you love about Kim Namjoon.

⇢ author’s note: happy namjoon week - this went from being an 800 word smutty drabble to a full ass one shot with a whole lotta fluff and exposistion… so i hope you guys are ready for the most lovey dovey bullshit to ever come out of this blog (which is saying a lot im a small soft baby)! but im also a whore so its still filthy… ily 💞

You met Kim Namjoon just over two years ago. Your friend had dragged you to a new opening at a gallery, insisting that the artist was a) crazy talented and b) crazy cute, so there was no way she was about to miss it, but also no way she was about to go alone ‘like a loser.’ Said artist was the young, and, admittedly, quite cute, Kim Taehyung, who Namjoon had just started to represent, and would swear up and down that he was gonna be the next big thing. 

You were inclined to agree with both Namjoon and your friend, but you thought that Namjoon’s eyes were far more captivating than any painting you’d ever seen. And later that night, after everyone but the two of you had left, you found out that no collection of brush strokes or lines in a sketchbook could possibly compare to the beauty of Namjoon and the groans he’d involuntarily let out as he fucked the life out of you against the floor to ceiling windows of the empty gallery.

You figured it would be a one-time thing; that he was far too busy to be chasing after a girl like you. People were writing articles about him, you were scraping your way through your last semester of university as an English major and working a shitty part-time job. But then a week later you had gotten a special delivery- the Taehyung piece you and Namjoon had first crossed paths in front of. The one you had been staring at to avoid his searing gaze, the tension palpable despite knowing each other for only minutes.

He texted you about dinner plans the same day you received the painting. Your sweet, sweet, stupidly romantic boy.

Two years have gone and Namjoon was only proven right- Taehyung was his big break into the art world, and everything Namjoon had ever wanted. He’s not sure if it would all taste as sweet without you, but he does have you, so his life is cotton candy flavoured, rose-tinted and gorgeous. Right now, however, the cotton candy is overpowered by equally sweet red wine, a bottle shared between the two of you in the extravagant hotel room he had insisted upon. Paris suits him, you think. 

He loves the extravagance and being able to laugh at the pretentiousness of some, most, all of the artists here. He glows under the lights of the city as they pour in through the balcony windows, the moon as full as your heart and your glass. His eyes take in the view, something he once told you he’d never get tired of. He loves pretty landscapes, from cityscapes to rolling hills of the countryside, to the curves of your body. You take him in from your spot on the plush couch, a piece of furniture not even Marie Antoinette would turn her nose up at.

“It’s good, isn’t it?” It takes you a second to figure out that he’s referring to the wine- you were too busy thinking about the poems and sonnets you could write about his dimples. 

“Tastes expensive,” You comment, and you only say it because you know it was expensive, otherwise you wouldn’t know the difference. It is smooth though, running down your throat like water, dangerously easy to drink, and you’re suddenly thankful that you only have the one bottle to split between the two of you.

“It is expensive,” He chuckles but throws the rest of the glass back into his mouth like it’s a gin and tonic from a dive bar in your hometown. “But I stole it from Tae’s room- the kid fucking owes me.” The devious grin he throws at you is dazzling. Not that he’s in any kind of position where he needs to steal bottles of wine from his friends; he’s childish and teasing when it comes to them. You think it’s cute and endearing.

You humour him like your teenagers who have to be creative with their drinking habits. “Well then, it’s the best wine I’ve ever tasted.”

“You’ve impeccable taste, darling,” He gives you a nod that asks you to join him by the window without him having to actually ask. He never has to ask.

You stand to join him, the dress he had gifted you with for your first anniversary falling at its place on your thighs, the silk soft and cool on your skin. He wraps a toned arm around your waist when you’re close enough, always revelling in how small you feel in his arms. He noses at the crown of your head and your heart brims with nothing but love for your Kim Namjoon.

“We should get a place here,” He sets his now empty wine glass on the counter beside him, his hands now free as he pulls you to stand in front of him, wrapping both of his toned arms around you from behind, his feel and smell more comforting than the world’s best massage.

“What, in Paris?”

“France. Southern France maybe. Get a villa, or whatever they’re called. A boat too... I want a fucking boat, babe.”

“Then you’ll get a boat,” As far as you’re concerned, what Namjoon wants, Namjoon gets. The universe seems to bend around him, whether you like it or not. Thankfully you like it quite a bit, especially ever since Namjoon had decided he wanted you.

“And we’ll need a big backyard,” He’s quieter now, no hint of teasing in his tone and when you look over your shoulder at him, he’s avoiding eye contact, his eyes darting around at the view the window is still offering to him. “For some kids to, you know… Run around and shit.” He always clams up and gets a little awkward when treading unknown territory, even when he has no reason to be.

“Sounds like a plan, big guy.”

His arms tighten around you, and he nestles his nose back into your hair for all the words he’s not saying. Namjoon has many ways to say I love you, and every single one makes you float a bit off the ground. Tonight you’re practically fucking levitating.

His plush lips press against your head, soft kisses littering your skin as he travels the pecks down the side of your face. You lean into them, until he places one on the corner of your own lips and you turn your head, two pairs of lips finally meeting. They move in such tandem and harmony, they can only belong to two people madly in love. His tongue sweeps against your lips, the kiss deepening as he turns you to fully face him, mouths never leaving mouths, the two of you only becoming more entwined with one another.

He mostly tastes like the wine, French and pungent, but that distinctly Namjoon taste is still there- it’s minty and intoxicating. The familiarity makes you relax into his strong arms still curled around you. 

“So sweet,” He mumbles into your lips as if he still can’t believe that you’re real. “Always so sweet for me.” He finally pulls back from the kiss to admire you- your heated cheeks, swollen lips and half-lidded eyes. 

“Joonie-”

“I know, honey, I know. Gonna take such good care of you- my perfect girl.” You almost make a somewhat sarcastic comment at the word perfect, but it dies in your throat when his head dips down so he can suck harsh marks into the soft skin of your neck. He loves leaving marks there, even though you tease him and call him childish and cheesy for it, but he can’t help it. He loves making you into his very own work of art. If he had his way you’d be on display in the Louvre, the most beautiful piece there. Mona Lisa be damned.

“You’d better,” You tease because you don’t have the words to explain how much you love him, not out loud. That’s what writing is for. But for now, you’ll tease and poke and prod until he gives you what you need- which you never have to wait long for. He finds it impossible to say no to you.

“Don’t challenge me, little girl,” A fire has ignited in your lover’s eyes, one that sparks something within yourself, as it always has, and you genuinely believe it always will. 

The hand that tangles in your hair only stokes the flames that have begun deep within you. His hand is all at once rough and caring as it pulls, baring your neck to him as if he were some kind of bloodthirsty nightcrawler. But no, he’s just your Namjoon, the one who can dampen your panties and have your heart racing with just a look.

You grin at the tension and the intensity with which he looks into your own, lust-stricken eyes. “What, Namjoon? Afraid you won’t be able to deliver?” It’s an empty taunt, you both know it. He has delivered time and time again, leaving you with a stinging ass, hoarse voice, and an embarrassing waddle in your step. If there’s one thing Namjoon knows how to do, it’s deliver on his promises. And yet you still find yourself push, push, pushing. 

But Joon’s dominance holds strong, a real and honest, guttural growl tearing through his throat at your bratty behaviour. You don’t flinch, but instead bite your lip at the sound, the rumble of it tearing through you and straight into your core. 

“Gonna remind you who the fuck’s in charge, baby,” He’s whispering but to you, it’s just as loud and just as intense as a jet plane taking off, the rumbling of the syllables reaching every primal nerve in your body and setting them alight. His grip on your hair loosens, the large hand brushing stray hair away from your face, the softness of the action almost surprising you more than the forceful yanks he had subjected you to not moments before. “You want that?” He nudges your nose with your own, the air around the two of you thick with tension.

You almost respond by telling him what a dumb question that is- of course, you want it. You think you might even need it. But you decide to acquiesce, to submit because this night is too perfect to carry on being brat you’d have no problem being anywhere that isn’t this five-star hotel room in the heart of Paris with your near-perfect boyfriend. 

“Please, Joonie. Just want you.” And he’ll give you all of him, that much is clear. His jaw clenches as he looks you over with the same eyes he used to look over the lights of the city not ten minutes ago, but now his gaze is filled with an unbreaking, loving lust. 

He’s drinking you in- starting with your bare feet, freed from the confines of those strappy Louis Vuittons the moment you’d stepped through the door. He travels up the flesh of your legs that he just wants to sink his fucking teeth into; moves up the silk of the dress that accentuates everything he loves about your body to the lavish diamond choker he’d really fucking splurged on for the most recent anniversary; and finally to your eyes, beautiful, blown out and wide as they stare up at him. He could so easily get lost in those eyes, and he has many times before- but right now he’d rather be getting lost in your pussy.

“Turn around and put your hands on the glass, baby.” Your body obeys before your brain even has a chance to process his words, not that you have any complaints. 

You can still see Namjoon when you turn around; his mirror image in the reflection of the panelled windows far more enticing than any city on this planet. You feel bad for the smudges your hands will inevitably leave and Namjoon will inevitably tease you about tomorrow morning, but it’s a fleeting thought, the anticipation of what’s in store for the rest of your night clouding your judgement, in a welcomed break from the concerns of the real world. Now it’s just Namjoon.

The glass is cold against your hands, but Namjoon’s hands are warm as they start palming your silk-covered ass, jutted out slightly because of your position against the window. It’s no secret Namjoon loves this particular body part of yours- known among friends for casually and nonchalantly slipping a hand into your back pocket or up your skirt. 

He inches the skirt of your dress up your thighs and past your hips, not even bothering to stifle the groan that tears through him at the sight of the dampened lace now being the only thing to protect your modesty (hah). 

“So fucking pretty,” The way he says it is so fucking sincere you think you might tear up. Instead, you just let out a slight cry as he runs a single knuckle up and down your covered folds. The chuckle he lets out at your sound isn’t quite sinister but it’s nowhere near innocent; he’ll never get over the effect he has on you. “My girl’s got the prettiest cunt around, nothin’ fucking compares, baby.”

His next movement is so sudden; there’s no stopping the girlish squeal that escapes your soft pink painted lips as he gives a swift spank to your ass, his large hand and the force behind it making your nerve ending blossom in pleasurable pain. He delivers a flurry of quick smacks, too fast for your lust addled mind to possibly count as he alternates between your left and right cheeks. Your sounds are embarrassing, or they would be if you didn’t know how much he loved them. You squeal, whimper and moan as your ass juts out, begging him for more as your legs involuntarily kick from under you and your splayed hands turn into fists against the glass.

He keeps one hand on your now slightly pinkened ass, palming it and massaging it under his warm appendage, the other thumbing at your pussy, making you wish he’d just strip you of your underwear already. His patience is maddening though. His thumb roughly moves up and down your pussy, the cloth becoming wetter by the second.

“C’mon, Joonie,” Your voice is airy, almost breathless, but above all, pleading. “Need more, need you so so bad.”

Normally begging works fairly quickly on Namjoon. Unless he’s in a mood where he wants everything drawn out, wants you drooling, dripping and barely able to think before he gives you what you want. Two guesses as to how he’s feeling tonight.

Your begs don’t get you what you want- although you’re not sure you’re even clear as to what exactly it is that you want- instead, they land you another spank, this time to your still goddamn clothed pussy. You let out a sob of both surprise and pain, your elbows buckling so your forearms and the side of your face are against the window and you’re bent over even further than before.

“Greedy fucking slut…” He gropes at your pussy now, massaging away any lingering pain. “You’ll get what I give you and you’ll fucking take it,” A hand winds into your hair once more, now mussed and tangled from his earlier ministrations, and pulls forcefully so that your head is next to his, most of your weight supported by the fist in you hair and his other arm as it curls around your middle. “Isn’t that right?”

You nod in spite of your limited movement, desperate to please. “Yeah-yes Joonie, I’ll take it all,” Your eyes close in sheer submission. “Take anything you give me.”

“Cause I know what you need, yeah?” You nod again as his hand loosens in your hair to squeeze at your cheeks and pucker your lips. “No one else. Just me. Just me and you.”

“Just us.” He lets out a puff of air at your words- satisfaction maybe, or excitement- but it seems to have been enough when he bends you back against the glass and grips at your hips. 

Excitement buzzes through your bones at the feeling of his talented figures hook into each side of the lace there. He pulls slowly at the fabric, too fucking slowly, so slowly that you think you might lose your mind if it wasn’t for his hands and overall commanding presence tethering you to some lose grip of reality. 

He grins when he sees the mess you’ve made, all thanks to him. Pride blossoms in his chest, like it, always does when he gets to see a physical manifestation of the effect he has on you. 

The panties are gone, but you barely register it. He could have thrown them out the window for all you cared, the only thing you could possibly focus on is his fingers, skilled and devilish on your finally bare pussy. He’s still teasing of course, relentlessly, never giving enough pressure, never focusing on one spot for too long- circling around your clit, dipping into your hole but never more than a single knuckle. Evil bastard. He taunts you with sinful words as he goes.

“You’re so fucking wet, baby,” A pinch to your clit and you whine pitifully. “Soaking my fucking hand and I barely have to work to get you this wet,” A generous drag of his thumb against your swollen bud and your hips buck in a desperate attempt for something, anything, just more. “That’s how fucking easy you are for me, my perfect slut, made to get fucked by me.”

“Joonie, please, please, I am, ‘m your slut, Joonie-” Your begging is cut off with an abrupt sob when Namjoon plunges two of his deliciously thick and strong fingers into your weeping cunt with little pretense. 

“This? Is this what you were fucking begging for? Just needed something to fill your desperate pussy, hm?”

You don’t answer- you can’t, not with him pistoning his fingers in and out of you with an unforgiving pace and an even better curve and arch. Your mouth is open in silent cries at what he’s giving you, as it’s both so much but not nearly enough to take you over the edge, to bring you the peak you so fucking desperately crave.

“That’s all you ever want, isn’t it though? Your pussy filled and your head empty,” More spanks are landed on your ass as he speaks, punishing you for something he loves about you. “Always so needy for me, just like you should be.”

You whine and buck your hips frantically, knowing you don’t need words to beg him. He knows your body well enough to understand that you’re pleading for more, even if he’s finger fucked the words out of your head. It might even be more delicious this way.

“I know, baby, I know,” He speaks softer now, as if he’s talking you through a nightmare and not knuckle deep inside you as we speak. “Just need to get fucked so fuckin’ bad, don’t you baby? Can’t even fucking help it.” He coos; how can he still find you adorable like this, doubled over and stuffed full of his fingers, breasts spilling out of the top of your dress.

“You gotta cum for me first though before you get what you really want,” His other hand reaches around your front to rub brutish but calculated circles into your swollen clit and your cries become even more wanton and needy. “Gonna stuff you full of my cock, promise, just need your tight, filthy cunt to cum around my fingers first, alright baby?”

You nod frantically- “Yeah, Joon, gonna cum soon, need it,” You wish you can see him as you reciprocate his crude promises to the best of your fucked out abilities. You know he must have the biggest shit-eating- or is it pussy eating- grin on his face as your breath catches on every other syllable. “Need your cock so fucking bad.”

“You’ll fucking get it,” He sighs out, bending over to mouth at your neck to whisper into your ear. “Now fucking cum.”

The command is a trigger for you almost like even your body knows that it belongs to him. You orgasm on shaking, unsteady legs, eyes shut tightly, as if letting any light in would overwhelm you to the point of no return, and fingernails digging into your palms in an attempt to ground yourself. Your moans are a combination of your lover’s name and incoherent babbles while Namjoon gracefully coaxes you through the ordeal, soft mumbles of what’s to come in your ear, and hands still incessant at your core.

His voice, which sent you tumbling over the edge of the earth is also what brings you back, calling you his good girl, perfect girl, my girl. His hand is gently petting at your messy hair, pulling you to an upright position, though most, if not all of your weight is being supported by him. 

He tilts your head up by your chin, getting a good view of you- blown out pupils, heaving chest and sweaty skin. He’s so fucking proud because he did that, it’s all him, you don’t fall apart like this for anyone else, and no one else can cause his cock to strain against his pants the way you do. The perfect match- and the wicked grin you give him when your eyes meet his only confirms the notion. You’re both as beautifully depraved as one another. Soulmates, if you believe in that kind of thing.

Namjoon does believe in that kind of thing. And you’re his person. This notion is only further confirmed when he moves his calloused hand down to your neck and wraps around the soft skin there; and your grin doesn’t falter a bit, but instead, it widens a fraction. The sight makes his heart jumps in his chest in time with his cock jumping in his pants.

“Good fuckin’ girl…” He’s referring to both you cumming on his command and your unwavering submission. It’s beautiful and so are you. “I think you deserve a reward, baby.”

At his words, you suddenly feel as though your orgasm hasn’t quite sated you, but wracked up your neediness several notches. The sound of his zipper being undone is enough for your pussy to slicken even further; you feel like a mess but you’re revelling in it and you know he is too.

Your dress- the fact that you were even still wearing it had slipped your mind somewhere in that mind-blowing orgasm- is pulled over your head, leaving you bare in front of appreciative and loving eyes. He kneads at your tits for fleeting moments, even teasing your already hardened nipples and you keen, every single part of you oversensitive and buzzing.

“Up against the window now, baby,” He steels you by the hips and shuffles you forward, breasts once more pressed against the chilly glass, but you don’t have to bend over so much as arch your back and present yourself for the taking. 

His hands grab at your waist, grip strong and surely going to bruise, the marks leftover for him to trace and press sweet kisses to in the days to come. It is sweet now, but lustfully so, while he rocks his hips, the thing you crave most still two layers away as it grinds against you.

He doesn’t bother actually undressing, he likes the visuals and the power dynamic of your naked form against his completely covered one too much. Instead, he unsheaths himself from the confines of his pants, cock hard and at attention, small beads of white collecting at its angry red tip. He’s so hard, so fucking hard because you make him unbearably hard. 

You’re a minx and a menace, even when you don’t realize it. Right now, however, you're fully aware of it, pushing back on his now bare cock, looking over your shoulder to smirk at him. You just might fucking kill him, he thinks.

“Joonie, come on-” You’re not quite begging anymore. Your voice has taken on a playful lilt with a hefty side of undeniable lust. “Gimme your cock already, just fuck me, need to feel you in me, fucking me, cumming in me-”

He interrupts you again. Not with a spank, or his fingers inside you, but with his hand finding home on your neck once more. He adds pressure, restricts your breathing ever so slightly and your heart skips a beat. “What, you get what you want and you turn into a greedy tease? Ungrateful fucking whore,” He slides the length of his cock along your dripping heat, you’re so fucking tempting and he thinks he might be the strongest man alive for not sliding into you right then and there. “I’ll give you my cock. You know I will. And I’m gonna fuck you so hard, make you cum so hard I’m gonna have to carry you out of the hotel when we check out tomorrow morning, and all those prissy bitches in the lobby are gonna see my cum dripping out of you because you’ll be so stuffed full of it.”

You swallow and he can feel the movement of your throat against his palm. His grip softens for a second and he sighs into your ear as you soak his cock before he even begins to fuck you.

“Fuck me Namjoon. Please.”

The dam breaks- he can’t hold himself back anymore, not for a million dollars, not for the entire damn Louvre. He slides into you, filling you to the brim in mere seconds and your groans harmonize with each other. Two proverbial puzzle pieces locking together, the head brushing against your cervix. The fear that you might split in two over his girth is no longer there, instead, it’s just bliss as you know no one else will ever fit with you like he does.

He throbs within you and you clench around him, wondering if he’ll just fucking move because if he doesn’t you might just have to bite his goddamn head off-

And now he’s cutting off your inner monologues too, as he pulls almost completely out of you only to pound back in with force and heat. Your whines are high pitched and his growls are low and grumbling as he starts to properly fuck you, to batter your needy pussy.

“Shit, Joon, oh my God,” You stutter out none too gracefully and his hand tightens once more around your throat, the goal to restrict your breathing enough to drive up your oversensitivity into overdrive. His own maddening breaths and grunts tickle your ear.

“That fucking good, huh?” He laughs airily. “Love when I can make you like this, my little bitch, keening and begging and praying.” Puffs of air fog up the window, and no doubt there’ll be crude outlines of you by the time you’re done, your own little piece of crude and fleeting art and it will be beautiful, but nowhere near as exquisite as the hand around your neck or his length sliding in and out of you at an unforgiving pace.

His hand still at your waist slides to your ass, landing a few more lingering spanks to make sure the pink hue will last well into tomorrow and you groan at each one, all the sensations too much in the best way possible. When it’s the colour he wants he gropes it roughly, fingernails digging in just enough to leave little crescent marks in their wake. As he pulls at the flesh there he notices your untouched hole, tempting him just by being there.

He lets his thumb ghost over your asshole; the idea had always enticed him. Now it’s even more so, so taboo and brilliantly so.

“One day I’ll take this hole too, huh?” He lets his finger rub over the whole, not penetrating, only teasing, only tempting. “You’ll let me have all of you, won’t you.”

“You already have all of me,” You counter, because it’s true, especially now, with the way he has you in his grasp. “You just have to take it.”

 He groans at that- you know how to make him crumble, don’t you? You’ve got him wrapped around your pinky finger, but there’s only one finger of yours he wants. “Gonna put a fucking ring on that finger soon, baby. Then we’ll really belong to each other,” Your whimpers make him grin and his hips stutter at their pace on your cunt. “But for now-” He’s falling apart, you can tell by the way he’s choking through his words. “For now, I’ll just make sure everyone knows your mine by painting your beautiful body with my marks, my bruises, my cum.”

“Are you gonna cum in me, Joonie?” The mere idea of it makes you clench tightly around him, needing to milk him until he does. “Please…”

“You want my cum?” You nod, a hand coming off its place to grab at his head beside yours, at his silken locks, now laden with sweat. “I’ll fill you with it, baby, might even knock you up-” You both gasp at his words, his thrusts becoming even harsher and your pussy gushing even more around him. “Then everyone will really fucking know who you belong to when you’re carrying my fucking baby.”

“Namjoon, I’m gonna-”

“Cum around my cock and milk it dry, my perfect greedy whore? Then do it. Fucking do it.”

And you do- you fall headfirst into yet another mind-boggling orgasm, so full, and as you do, his hand tightens once more, all your breathing cut off. He only does it for a few seconds, before moving his hand up to your face, puckering your lips, but it makes a fucking difference, your eyes rolling back into your head, cries sounding something like Namjoon’s name tumbling out. You might even thank him, you’re not sure.

At the peak of it, he reaches his own release, cum spurting into you and somehow it feels even better and the pleasure might be making you insane. He groans your name, and from his mouth, it sounds like the most beautiful ballad you’ve ever heard. He cums so much, and so hard you almost take it as a compliment, some of his cum spilling out of you and onto your thighs, and probably onto the tiled floor, it’s just so fucking much.

The world is still around, like you and Namjoon are the only things not frozen in time, chests heaving and overheated. The lust fades slowly, at the same rate his cock softens within you though he doesn’t pull out quite yet. As the lust dissipates, you’re left with a love for the man who can fuck you within an inch of your life and hand-feed you a silly, childish sundae not twenty minutes later as you watch your favourite episodes of shitty sitcoms and mumble I love yous into ice cream frosted lips. 

The cum has been cleaned off of both of you, and the floor, because, yes, it did drip down a little, and you’re bare-faced and cozy pyjama laden and he still looks at you the exact way you did when you were decked out in diamonds, luxury brands and makeup.

Yes, you might just write a novel about all the ways you love Kim Namjoon.

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HOLIC - 42 | jb x reader

gif cred. layallyourloveonxing

pairing: Im Jaebum x Reader

genre: enemies to lovers au | roommate au

warnings: a quick lil break from angst, so this is just suggestive fluff basically

words: 3.5k

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“Today’s the day,” was the first thing out of Jaebum’s mouth on Monday morning when the two of you found yourselves in your kitchen, preparing to have your—already traditional—bowls of cereal for breakfast before he headed off to work and you went back to your bedroom – that had become a torture chamber, really, since you hadn’t had a proper night’s sleep in what felt like a century.

For a moment, you weren’t sure what he was talking about but, after noticing the empty gym bag he’d tossed by the kitchen island and the dressy, collared shirt he was wearing, you remembered.

“Oh, your last day,” you sighed wistfully – he did not; he was more excited to move on than to reminisce. “Are you nervous about leaving the radio station?”

You knew he was – he told you so right after he’d gathered enough courage to let his boss know that he was leaving his position at the radio to pursue singing – but asking seemed fair, especially since Jaebum looked unusually chirpy.

“A little,” he admitted. “But it’s the good kind of nervous. The kind that gets your adrenaline pumping. I’m scared of what I’ll do if this doesn’t work out, of course—”

“It’s okay, I’ll raise your allowance if that happens,” you joked.

He just gave you a look, ignoring what you’ve said, and continued, “—but I’m also excited to leave that place and finally start doing something I’ve always dreamed of doing. Maybe I’ll have a breakdown over this later, not sure. It hasn’t really sunk in yet.”

“Yeah, that’s probably normal,” you nodded, taking a moment to finish chewing the crunchy corn flakes before adding, “will you be celebrating?”

“I wasn’t going to,” Jaebum said, pouring milk – that you’d left on the counter for him – over his cereal and taking his usual spot across the kitchen island from you, “but then I told Mark I was quitting my job to focus on singing,” he paused and then, out of fear of sounding overly pretentious, added, “or whatever. And, well, he wasn’t hearing it. So, long story short, we’re going to get drunk at his bar later tonight. Don’t make other plans.”

Normally, you’d have jumped at the chance to get drunk and have fun – even if it was on a Monday night, also known as, the Night Before a Yet Another Dreadful Tuesday at Your Gallery – and hanging out with Mark was always a blast. But this time you recalled the last conversation you’ve had with him – and then, consequently, realized that Mark knew about Jiho while Jaebum did not know exactly – and you found yourself fearing the night at the bar more than you feared the inevitable encounter with Jiho at your gallery tomorrow.

“Tonight? On Monday?” you asked, your question surprising him. “Unlike some people, I have work tomorrow.”

“In all the months that we’ve lived together,” Jaebum began after dramatically—and loudly—putting his spoon down, a very disappointed expression on his face, “you have never refused to get drunk with me on a weekday. Even if there wasn’t an actual occasion.”

You sighed because he was, of course, absolutely right – you’ve gotten drunk with him despite what the calendar showed – but also because you did not want to skip this night—especially since it was meaningful to Jaebum—and yet, you couldn’t help but still try to find a way out of this.

“Can I just congratulate you at home?” you asked even though you knew what his answer was going to be. “I promise it’ll be just as special.”

Trying not to get swayed by the offer – guessing what his soft spots were wasn’t difficult and Jaebum momentarily hated himself for having such a weak will when it came to you and all the potential ways in which you could have congratulated him here – he persisted.

“How about later, once we’re back from Mark’s?” he said. “I’ll see you at seven before it gets too crowded—”

“It’s Monday, Jaebum.”

“—and then—okay, wait, have you never been to a bar on a Monday night? You’re in for a surprise. You don’t know what Mondays do to people,” he countered. “Anyway. We’ll bail in an hour and then I’ll take up on your offer to congratulate me away from everyone else. How does that sound?”

“It sounds like not at all what I was suggesting.”

Jaebum tsk-tsked at this, continuing with his tongue in cheek, “I cannot believe I mean so little to you that you’re willing to skip my party just because it’s—”

“Oh no, don’t do that,” you cut him off, shaking your head. “You know that’s not what I was trying to say.”

“Oh, do I?” he raised his eyebrows, a ridiculously offended expression on his face – if singing wouldn’t work out, he should give acting a chance. “All I know is that you’re saying no to me even though you know how special this day is for me, I—”

“Jaebum—”

“But it’s fine if you don’t care about me,” he turned around on his chair, purposefully eating cereal with his back turned to you.

“It’s astounding,” you said, your voice louder, “how big of a child you are. I swear no one would believe me if I told them.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said and then, after he finished chewing, added with a quick look at you over his shoulder, “but that is very offensive. It’s like you’re kicking me while I’m already down.”

Even though you did feel a little like hurling your bowl of cereal at him, eventually, the small pout on his lips – that he would never admit to having – as he continued to look at you over his shoulder, and the expectant gaze of his eyes played on your heartstrings a little too hard and you couldn't help giving in.

“Fine,” you said. “But we really are leaving after an hour.”

You realized that one hour was not going to be how long you stayed here at all because, as soon as you and Jaebum arrived, every single one of his friends was suddenly all over the two of you. Before you even got to the bar, almost all of them had already stopped to give you a quick hug and pat him on the back, mentions of how proud they were spilling from their lips. You’d already learned that his friends were surprisingly easy-going but you’ve never seen them drunk like this—at 7 PM on a Monday, no less—and, as they progressively consumed more alcohol – Mark’s bar was never going to go bankrupt as long as he remained friends with Jaebum – they only seemed to grow friendlier.

You weren’t actually sure if Jaebum was friends with half of the city or if Mark had just invited every alcoholic in the vicinity to congratulate Jaebum tonight, but the place was crowded and nearly everyone stopped by you to say hi as they circled the club, drink after drink in their hands . Even the dancefloor at the back of the bar that you’ve yet to see in use was full of people throwing their hands in the air to a dance mix that was playing on the speakers.

“I’ve had so many drunk people breathe on me,” you spoke once you and Jaebum finally managed to reach the bar and he had helped you climb on the sole empty stool in a very gentlemanly gesture, “that I already feel drunk.”

“Yeah, my friends go all out. It’s why I love them so much,” Jaebum laughed, settling down next to you, one of his hands resting on the small of your back. “You smiled, though. Several times, too. That’s more times than I’ve got to see you smile at home.”

Your stomach sunk at this and you found yourself clearing your throat uncomfortably. “That’s not true. There’s just been a lot on my mind lately, I’ve already told you.”

He waved his hands dismissively before turning around to look for Mark – who was, for once, actively doing his job instead of chatting with you two – and then announcing cheerfully, “and that is why you’re getting drunk and not talking about anything that stresses you out. It’s just drinks and no talk tonight. Okay?”

“Ah,” you felt yourself smile, “it’s so nice of you to make it sound like I have a choice.”

“Hm, what can I say?” Jaebum played along, his free hand sneaking around your middle until he had wrapped his arms around your waist. “I’m always pleasing others.”

You raised your eyebrows, countering with a playful smile that matched his, “how many others have you pleased in your life?”

“Uh, who cares?” he replied in a purposefully deep voice that was supposed to mock every guy ever and then nearly broke character when he heard you laugh, “you’re the only one that matters.”

“Great line,” you said. “A bit overused but you can’t go wrong with a classic.”

“I’ve got some better ones up my sleeve,” he wiggled his eyebrows for more effect, “but I need, at least, three shots before I can say them without wanting to swallow a bag of soap.”

“Now that has my interest,” you turned to give Mark a wave as a way to catch his attention, “we need six shots here as soon as possible!”

Jaebum frowned just as Mark nodded with a laugh and got the shot glasses from under the bar, heading towards you two. “Wait, six?”

“Of course,” you said. “If I’m going to have to sit here and listen to your pick-up lines, I need to be drunk, too.”

“Good to see you both,” Mark spoke, fist-bumping Jaebum and giving you a clumsy half-hug over the bar. “I’ve got to tell you, though, you two are way past pick-up lines already.”

“Oh, you haven’t heard?” Jaebum joked. “We’re actually doing everything backwards. Yeah, once we’ll reach the one-year mark, we’ll go on our first date.”

Mark laughed and you were going to as well but the mention of the “one-year mark” suddenly expanded the cavity of your chest so much, all you could do was just grip the bartop tighter so you wouldn’t fall off the stool from all the beats your heart had just skipped – not that falling was possible with Jaebum’s arms around you but still. This was the first time he had openly talked about the future of your relationship – and so easily, too – so you didn’t really blame your heart for already overworking itself ten minutes into your night-out.

“Not sure how that works,” Mark replied, getting the bottle of vodka from the shelf of drinks behind him and then – in a way that was meant to show off and nothing more – pouring it into all six of the shot glasses in one fluid motion, not a single drop spilled. “But, I guess, sometimes, I’m not sure how you two work, either, so maybe it all makes sense in a completely nonsensical sort of way.”

“Oh, profound,” you said. “I already can’t tell if that was a compliment or not and I haven’t even had a single drink yet.”

“I work at a bar, honey,” Mark said, picking up a towel he’d left on the bartop a few feet away and throwing it over his shoulder with a dramatic flair. “Everything I say here is a compliment.”

He walked away to serve the other customers before you could reply. When you turned your surprised—and impressed—expression to Jaebum, he was shaking his head.

“Pretty sure Mark just told me he’s not actually my friend and it’s just been customer service all along,” you said.

Jaebum laughed. “I’m almost positive it’s one of those days when Mark warmed up a little before coming to work.”

It took you a moment to understand what he was hinting at but – one shot later – you glanced back at Mark, your eyes wide.

“Can he drink on the job?” you asked – pointlessly because he had already revealed, on your very first meeting, that he “tried” not to drink on the job – and then shook your head. “No, nevermind. I get it. I’d drink on the job, too, if I had the opportunity.”

“Hey, what did I say?” Jaebum said unexpectedly loudly. “No talking about stressful things. It’s not that kind of night.”

You turned back to look at him. “Shit, sorry, that’s right. What kind of night would you say this is, then? Will I finally get to see your best moves on the dancefloor?”

“Oh, who knows,” he teased, finishing another shot and then glancing around the bar. “I do know how to drop it low, so why not show it?”

You clapped your hands giddily – courtesy of the intoxicating scent of Jaebum’s cologne �� and then laughed a lot louder than you normally would – courtesy of the second shot of vodka you’d just had. “Please do! I don’t know what brought this change in your attitude upon but I am loving it.”

“Well, it’s a special night,” he said. “And Jackson’s not here to film me and tease me for the rest of my life, so why the hell not.”

You had just picked up the final shot when you paused. “Jackson’s not here? How come?”

“He’s out of town doing something for his family—oh, hey, actually, it’s probably photography-related,” Jaebum answered, following suit and picking up his last shot glass as well. “But I didn’t ask, I’m sorry. I was kind of more focused on myself. And I acknowledge how selfish that sounds.”

“No, it’s perfectly understandable,” you said, finishing your drink in one quick gulp – and only frowning at the taste for no more than a second – and clumsily jumping off the bar stool.

“Whoa, careful,” he warned, coughing as he tried to steady you on your feet at the same time as he was doing his own shot.

But you weren’t worried about being careful as you reached for one of his hands on your waist, intertwining your fingers instead, and then exclaimed, “let’s go!”

He raised his eyebrows. “Go? We’re not supposed to leave for—”

“To hell with leaving,” you said, “we need to get you on that dancefloor so I can see what I’ve been missing.”

“Oh,” he laughed, the faint intoxication making you both feel so excited, it was almost silly. “You haven’t really missed anything, I’m pretty sure I’ve already shown you what my hips can do.”

You blinked your eyes, his words taking you off guard, and then punched him right on the shoulder.

“Hey! Keep it PG, would you?” you said, the tone of your voice about as laid-back as it could be to let him know exactly how serious you were. “We’re in a public place.”

“I’m just saying!” he tossed back, allowing you to guide him deeper into the crowd of people that had gathered in the middle of the bar.

Not all of them were dancing per se, most of them were too drunk already, so they were just responding to the loud music by swaying their bodies around in a good old dance move that you were sure was called “tall grass in the wind.” The only people actually actively jumping around and laughing were all Jaebum’s friends, so the two of you were pulled right in until you were suddenly in the very epicenter of the crowd.

“One day,” you said to Jaebum as his hands found their way back to your waist. He didn’t seem to hear you – his friends weren’t just dancing, they were screaming along to the lyrics – so you repeated yourself louder, “one day it’ll be your song playing here. I hope we’ll still be here to hear it.”

You didn’t know why you said it like that but Jaebum – although already feeling his restraints loosen as his body welcomed the alcohol – frowned in confusion. He hadn’t expected you to show any insecurity about the future of your relationship – and, actually, you hadn’t, either – especially not when everything seemed to be going so well.

“Of course,” Jaebum said, each word radiating confidence. “Why wouldn’t we be?”

“Well, you know,” you said, trying to laugh it off even though it was obvious that some part of your subconscious was very much insecure about you and him despite the alcohol you’ve already consumed, and despite having heard Jaebum talk about your “one-year mark” mere minutes ago. “Things happen. People change.”

“That makes it sound like you’re about to break up with me,” he said. “And, if I were you, I’d really reconsider. We still have around nine months left on the lease.”

You chuckled with a shake of your head. “Why would I do that? I’ve worked so hard to get rid of your ex-girlfriend. I don’t want to become one myself.”

You didn’t realize it then – your mind was too preoccupied with the smell of his cologne, the feeling of his hands sliding down to your hips, and the sound of utter joy coming from his friend’s mouths as they had the time of their lives, dancing around you – but this was the first time Jaebum didn’t freeze at the mention of Suji.

“What’s the matter, then?” he asked instead. “Where are these doubts coming from?”

“There are no doubts,” you replied. “I’m just saying. I want to be here, listening to your music with you.”

“Okay, let me one-up you,” he said. “I know you’ll be here, listening to my music with me. And, hey, maybe we won’t have to wait for that anniversary to go on an actual date. Maybe I’ll take you out on the day I release an album.”

You liked the confident way he talked about this. You liked the way he didn’t give in to his doubts by adding an “if that ever happens” at the end of his last sentence. And you liked the way he seemed to keep thinking about taking you out on a proper date the whole night tonight.

“I’d like that,” you said, the alcohol in your veins sending electric sparks throughout your body and mind. “Don’t get me flowers, though. I never know how to look after them.”

“Oh, that’s fine,” he replied. “I’ll look after them.”

Both of you laughed, the happiness on your faces mirroring each other. The sheer simplicity of the situation you were in – no Jiho, no exhibition, no worries – made you feel all the more infatuated with him, so, powered by the liquid courage provided by Mark at the bar, you suddenly leaned in to press a kiss to his lips and felt his hands grip your hips tighter.

“Here’s an idea,” Jaebum said when you pulled away a moment later, his eyes still on your lips. “How about we bail out of here early?”

You laughed again. “Oh, no, you said an hour. We haven’t been here that long.”

“I just wanted to get you out of the house,” he admitted. “You looked like you could use some fun. But now I’m thinking I may have overestimated my own ability to stay away from you. I think we can have a lot more fun by ourselves.”

Drunk Jaebum was another one of your favorite versions of him and you couldn’t help chuckling as you allowed him to pull you closer until you two turned into one, slightly ill-balanced, body of motion. Neither of you bothered to keep up with the rhythm of the song that was playing as you moved in perfect sync with each other but in a completely haphazard way to all on-lookers. Not that you cared about anyone else in that moment.

“I always have fun with you,” you whispered into his ear. “And I’m sorry I’ve made you worry by looking all dead inside for the past few days.”

“It’s okay,” his hand rubbed soothing circles on your back as he responded to you. “I just wanted to make you smile.”

“You should focus on celebrating,” you said then, pulling away slightly to give him a smile.

“I am,” he replied, his grip on your waist tightening again as he refused to allow you to pull away further.

You smiled at this, no words necessary, and the two of you returned to your own world where no stressful tomorrows existed and your lives were stuck in the happiness of this moment. You were almost delirious, honestly, but like most people who have gone insane, you weren’t able to recognize that this was only temporary. That this wasn’t real. That, soon enough, his arms would let go of you and reality would crash down all around you.

But, lost in the thrill of the moment, all rational thought abandoned, you didn’t think any other reality existed. Just this one, where you and him were dancing together—very literally—to the beat of your hearts beating as one.

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Like To Be You - Gang AU (ch. 1) | Ashton Irwin x Reader

word count - 2.7k

warning - mentions of blood and death. slight swearing. gang AU

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author note - this has been sitting in my drafts for about three months now and i finally got on a writing kick on friday and stayed up till two last night finishing this. hope y’all love it

It had been a long day. Y/N took two shifts at the hospital, covering for her friend when she needed a sick day. Then, after what was supposed to be a lovely evening to herself, her brother’s girlfriend broke up with him, and he required her support.

After everything was all said and done, Y/N didn’t get home until close to one that night. She dropped her bag at the door, flinging her shoes off her feet and sluggishly making her way upstairs. Not even bothering to change out of her work clothes, Y/N dropped onto her bed, legs hanging off the side. She was out before she even hit the mattress, ready for a long night’s sleep.

Or at least, it was supposed to be. She woke at three in the morning to a growling stomach. Y/N groaned, finally acknowledging her growing hunger.

“Fine,” she sighed heavily to herself, standing stiffly and stretching. “Food it is.”

What she didn’t expect as she walked down the stairs was to see a dark shape sitting on the floor in her kitchen. Beneath her, stair creaked as she froze. The figure froze, turning around to look at her.

He was dressed in all black, eating Nutella from the jar with a teaspoon. Y/N didn’t buy Nutella, but that was definitely her spoon. His eyes widened as he met hers, standing in a flash. Y/N couldn’t help but notice the dark trail of what might be blood on the side of his face when he snatched off his black beanie.

“I can explain,” the man rushed out, holding out both hands apprehensively, still clutching the Nutella.

Y/N raised a brow.

“...no I can’t.”

“Who are you?” Y/N rushed down the remaining stairs, rushing for her purse and the pepper spray it held.

“Hey, hey, it’s cool. Don’t freak out,” he pleaded.

“There’s a stranger in my house, in the ungodly hours of the morning, eating out of a jar that isn’t mine. I think I’m justified,” Y/N said as she pulled out the spray, clutching it in her hand.

“Look, I just need a place to crash, okay? I got nowhere to go, I’m unarmed, and would rather not sleep on the street.”

“Are you kidding me? Get the hell out! I don’t know you, and you just show up on my kitchen floor in the middle of the night? I think the fuck not!”

He sighed. “Listen.” He pulled his shirt collar down far enough to let Y/N see the snake tattoo adorning his chest. “I’m one of the Cobras. Let me stay here for one night, and I can guarantee you protection and compensation. Just one night.”

The Cobras were the most notorious gang in the city. They were known for being brutal to targets, but never involving or attacking innocents. Cobras traded laundered money, drugs, guns; anything and everything Y/N tried her best to avoid. But they made the big bucks, which meant whatever compensation he was offering had to be good. And that money certainly wouldn't hurt to be in her bank account.

She looked at him one final time, his red hair shining in the moonlight.

“One night only,” she muttered. “But you've gotta let me clean up your head. I don't care who you are, I will not have bloodstains on my sofa.”

“Deal.” The sigh that left his lips was full of relief. “I'm Ashton.” He held his hand out in a shake.

Y/N eyed it carefully, not making a move. “Cool.”

He smirked. “That's the part where you tell me your name.”

“No, this is the part where you get your ass in my bathroom so I can get the first aid for your head injury.”

His expression changed from one of amusement to shock in no time. “Yes ma'am,” he mumbled under his breath.

He passed her, carefully avoiding bumping into her shoulder. Her eyes followed him as he wandered down the hall, his mind reeling as he tried to decide which door led to the half-bath.

“Second one on the left,” she gave in. “First aid kit's under the sink. I'll be right there, don't try to take care of it yourself.”

He looked back at her with a sheepish smile before ducking through the doorway. Y/N's hands threaded through her hair, tugging harshly and she questioned her own judgement. Cobras were ruthless when they needed to be, and she was letting one sleep on her couch.

She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. Clean off the blood, then talk to him, she told herself. Walking into the bathroom, Y/N didn't spare a glance at the man sitting on the toilet lid as she opened the kit on the countertop.

"Are you bleeding anywhere other than your head?" she asked in a monotone voice.

"My side," he answered lamely. "Although I think it's clotted by now."

"Doesn't matter, I still need to clean it." She turned, finally facing him. "Take off your shirt."

He gave her a cocky smirk, but one look from her had him looking back to the ground. Silently, he removed the fabric, revealing a violent looking gash in his side. Y/N couldn't help but stare.

"You sure you can stitch me up?" His question sounded cocky, but she could hear the faintest hint of worry.

"I'm a nurse, this is not anything new to me," she answered shortly, turning back to the kit.

"Oh," he mumbled. "Gotcha."

The pair sat in silence as Y/N worked on cleaning the area. Ashton winced as she accidentally dragged the rag against the open wound. "Sorry," she mumbled.

"'S fine," he hissed.

“What caused a gash this deep?”

Ashton bristled, not saying a word.

“If you want me to treat this properly so it doesn’t get infected, I need you to tell me what it is.” She really didn’t need that information, but morbid curiosity always got the best of her. Besides, she was letting him stay in her house; she deserved to know at least a little something about him.

He stayed quiet. Y/N sighed, ready to resign herself to silence, when--

“A fireplace poker,” he mumbled.

Where the fuck in their city was there someone pretentious enough to have a fire iron?

“Then it needs to be severely sterilized and watched carefully,” Y/N said, as if that wasn’t already part of her plan.

The boy hissed as she cleaned the gash with antiseptics, but was silent as his side was stitched together.

Tying off the final stitch, Y/N cut the suture cord. “There. All good. Let me see your head.”

Twenty minutes later, Y/N left Ashton in the bathroom to go find spare sheets and a blanket for the couch.

“I’ll drive you back to your place in the morning.” Ashton looked at her, shocked.

“You don’t have to--”

“You aren’t from around here, the Cobra territory is across the city. With your side, you wouldn’t make it there before sundown, and it’d be a very bad idea to sleep on the streets. I’ll take you to the Cobra side of town, and from there you can find your way.”

She made a compelling argument, one that Ashton couldn’t really fight against.

He didn’t reply, and it wasn’t until Y/N was halfway up the stairs that she heard him mumble “Thank you. For not calling the cops, fixing me up, and giving me somewhere to sleep and all.”

She stopped, hand on the banister, before continuing up to her bedroom. “You’re welcome.”

~~~

The next morning was odd. Y/N woke around noon, quite exhausted. She didn’t think about the guy downstairs until she saw him sitting on her couch, reading a newspaper she didn’t know she had.

“Good morning,” she said as she came down the steps, clad in an old hoodie and sleep shorts.

Ashton jumped in his seat, setting down the paper.

Y/N smirked, snickering to herself. She made her way into the kitchen, starting up her coffee maker and grabbing a granola bar from the cabinet. “Let me get my coffee and then we can head out.”

Ashton swallowed thickly. “Thank you, again.”

Y/N smiled smally at him. “You were hurt.”

The corner of his mouth quirked up. “You’re a lot nicer in the mornings.”

“I’m no longer hungry and sleep deprived.” She shrugged and he chuckled.

Y/N retreated back up the stairs to change into something a little more appropriate. When she returned, the coffee was done, and Ashton was back to the newspaper.

“Something interesting in that paper?” She asked with a laugh.

“I’m apparently dead,” he deadpanned, showing her the article.

                                           Cobra Member Presumed Dead

A young gang member was reportedly wounded during a break-in in the East Hill sector of town. Outside of the gang’s territory, the homeowner Alex Kei told reporter Eric Townes that a red-haired young man had been rifling through his possessions. Kei claims the gang member attacked him once he realized he was being watched. Kei grabbed the nearest thing to him, his fire iron, to defend himself. Mr. Kei reported the iron struck the attacker’s side, gouging deep. The attacker, holding his wound, fled the house.  If David Kei is correct about the severity of the wound, the attacker may well be deceased by now without medical attention. The attack occurred April 11th, just two days ago.

“That’s not what happened,” Ashton huffed when Y/N looked up with wide eyes. “Kei has always had it out for us. I was only--”

“You don’t have to explain to me,” Y/N soothed. “Let’s just get you home.”

~~~

The car ride was silent for the most part, save for the occasional “turn left here,” or “keep going straight to the next light” once they were downtown.

“You can drop me off here,” he muttered after they passed the train tracks that made the Cobra border.

Y/N looked at him incredulously. “You think I’m gonna let you walk around town with fresh stitches?”

He returned her wide-eyed look.

“Point me to your safe-house, and that’s where you can get out.”

The redhead hesitated. “Make a right at the next light.”

Ashton guided her to an old warehouse. “I still don’t know your name,” he tried to laugh through a wince as he unbuckled the seatbelt she insisted he wear.

“Y/N,” she said lowly as she got out of the car, walking over to the passenger side.

She helped him climb out, his voice quiet as he said, “Y/N. That’s pretty.”

“Thanks,” she joked as she knocked on the side door. “Got it for my birthday.”

The door opened, revealing a blonde-haired man even younger than Y/N was. “For the last time,” he sighed without looking at them. “This is not a sanctuary. Go find somewhere else to peddle for money.”

“Aw damn, even me?” Ashton’s smile was huge.

The boy’s head snapped up, eyes wide with disbelief. “Ash?” he breathed.

“In the flesh,” he beamed. “Didja miss me?”

But Ashton's name was the only thing Luke could say. The younger boy held his friends face in his hands, tears collecting in his eyes. "I thought we lost you."

"Harder than that to lose me," the redhead quipped before pulling him in for a tight hug.

The two held each other for several minutes, simply reveling in one another's company for the first time in several weeks. Y/N watched with a soft smile on her lips. It was sweet to see this boy who had been so tough around her appear so soft with his friend.

Ashton met Y/N's eyes, as if suddenly remembering she was there. He broke away, albeit reluctantly, and held his hand out between the stranger boy and Y/N.

"Luke, this is Y/N. She let me stay at her place recently and patched me up, made me all pretty again. Y/N, this is Luke. He's… well he's the head of this whole operation, I suppose."

Y/N smiled, holding her hand out for Luke to shake. "Hi."

Luke looked at her hand, then at her. He made no move to grab her hand, instead pulling her into a hug as well. "Thank you, for bringing him home," he whispered in her ear, voice thick with emotion.

As they broke apart, Ashton demanded Luke's attention. "I assume absolutely nothing has been done in the past two weeks, since you've all been grieving and are incapable of doing anything without me." He winked, and Y/N wasn't sure if it was directed at her or Luke.

"We've been making Kei's life a living hell, but other than that… we were a little busy trying to find you."

"Well." Ashton held out his arm to Y/N. "Let's say hello to everyone, shall we?"

They walked through the door as Luke held it open, and Y/N was surprised by what she saw. She didn't know what she expected from the headquarters of the city's biggest gang, but it certainly wasn't this.

In the center of the room was a pool table, surrounded by four men extremely focused on the game. In the corner was a small shelf of books with two small chairs-- a makeshift reading book. It looked like a home more than a base of operations, and Y/N loved it.

"I've been gone for two weeks, and there is a serious lack of crying in this room." Ashton's loud voice rang out over every quiet conversation. The room grew silent, and everyone stared at the redhead in front of Y/N.

"Ashton? Oh my God is that really you?" A bleached blond man shouldered his way to the front of the room, leather jacket heaving up and down with his rapid breathing. The tan man let out a shaky laugh before running to Ashton and enveloping him in a hug even tighter than Luke's. Before too long, everyone had crowded around the pair, all wanting to see their missing friend with their own eyes.

Y/N watched the scene unfold in front of her with a smile, until she felt someone tug at her elbow. Luke pulled her away to the side, far enough that they could have a private conversation but still see the group.

"How bad was he?"

"I put stitches in his side, so he needs to go easy. No running or stretching or anything that could tear that. I don't know how long he was hurt before he got to me, but by some miracle it didn't look infected."

Luke's following sigh sounded heavy with relief. "You may very well have saved his life. We owe you. I owe you. Anything you want, tell me."

"Oh, it was really nothing," Y/N stammered. "You don't owe me anything."

“Listen,” Luke huffed. “That boy you brought with you--” he pointed to where Ashton was, hugging all his friends like he hadn’t seen them in months “--he’s like my brother, and I haven’t seen him in over two weeks. We thought he died, but you took care of him, and didn’t let him end up on the street. You’ve done us a huge service, and we are indebted to you for him. Don’t diss us by refusing.”

Y/N swallowed thickly, nodding.

"Good. You saved his life. The Cobras will from now on be your personal backup. If you need anything, and I mean anything, you come to him, you come to me. Cool?"

Y/N nodded again.

"Y/N!" She heard Ashton's voice. He broke away from the group and jogged over to her.

"You're not leaving yet, are you?"

"I--"

"This isn't really her scene," Luke cut in. Y/N opened her mouth to protest, but he fixed her with a look that dared her to continue.

"Y-yeah," she breathed. "I'm not… this isn't my kind of place. I'm intruding now that my job is done."

"Oh." Ashton visibly deflated, obviously not enthused with the idea of her leaving. "Am I gonna see you again?"

“That depends. I mean, you know where I live.”

“Yeah, but I was thinking something more along the lines of getting your number.”

Y/N smirked.

PART 2 // MASTERLIST

#ashton 5sos #ashton irwin #ashton irwin x reader #luke 5sos #luke hemmings #michael clifford #michael 5sos #calum 5sos #calum hood #5sos x reader #5sos funny #5sos #my writing

[curly-q-reviews]

VALENTINES DAY SPECIAL

Below Her Mouth, 2016 (dir. April Mullen)

WARNING SPOILERS AND LOTS OF SEX TALK AHEAD TREAD WITH CAUTION

HEY Y’ALL we interrupt the regular programming for a special feature!!  i always like to do a lil valentines day special viewing for the sake of being festive and for once ive actually gotten some dating action in my life so i was in the mood to watch some sweet romance and then review it for ur reading pleasure (emphasis on the PLEASURE ehugeguehgehgeugeghe) (assassinate me now i deserve it)

to preface this, i am VERY gay.  well uuhhh bi but a very GAY bi u know??  basically i curse my attraction to men every waking moment of my life.  ive known about this since my last few years of college and am out to basically everyone whos important, and a lot of my friends are lgbtq+ so u know its official and everything.  i dont really claim to be a Gay Expert  cause i actually am still lacking a lot of uuhhh physical experience if u catch my drift HOWEVER like a true scholar i have done my fair share of research.  which mainly includes watching really shitty lesbian movies and mocking them (and every so often watching a rare Good Lesbian Movie and crying A LOT). 

if u are of sapphic inclination as well then u probably already know the kind of reputation lesbian romance movies have overall, the prime examples of which would be movies like Room in Rome and Loving Annabelle.  these movies all seem to have one thing in common, and its that the directors and writers have no goddamn clue about how to write a convincing and authentic lesbian romance.  u also always get the sense that the male gaze is the one being prioritized cause theres always PLENTY of gratuitous sex and the romance part itself is uuhhhh never really developed well or thoroughly enough at all.  these movies are usually about a straight girl who discovers her affinity for the feminine when she meets a total stranger and suddenly cant stop thinking about how much she wants to bang her.  and then in-between all the banging they somehow find the time to fall madly in love with each other but the straight girl just CANT cause shes STRAIGHT or she has a FIANCE or her PARENTS wouldnt approve or whatever the fuck the conflict of the day is and either it ends with them never seeing each other again or with the straight girl coming to terms with her not-straightness and ***follow her heart*** or whatever

really the only lesbian movies i can recall actually enjoying would be Pariah (PLEASE check this movie out its so heart-wrenching and beautiful and its like a majority-black cast!!!) and Blue Is the Warmest Color (this one i loved at first but the more i reflect on it the more problems i find with it, ESPECIALLY with how much sex is in it).  and then The L Word is a stellar tv series up until like the last few seasons which are trash but otherwise it was a great watch for me, especially while i was still figuring things out.  i feel like there are more that ive seen that were pretty good but i cant think of them at the moment WHOOPS LOL

so with Below Her Mouth i was apprehensive but hopeful going in, although i had heard rumors that it was Real Bad.  and u know i shouldve listened to those rumors and not bothered with this movie cause WOW its bad!!!  script is TRASH, acting is TRASH WITH FEBREEZE SPRAYED ON IT, and it looks like an artsy pretentious film student shot it.  natalie krill had maybe one good acting moment in the whole 90-minute run time and erika linder is really really hot and those are the only two good things i can think to say about this

fuck ok uuhhh i guess ill talk about the main characters cause OH WOW theyre basically two walking talking cliches.  jasmine (yes her name is jasmine that totally doesnt sound like the name of a character in a porn at all) is our Token Straight Girl who has a fiance and is a fashion editor.  she first sees our other romantic lead while working on the roof of a house next door to hers.  shes ur typical Lesbian Romance Movie Butch, too cool for school and unable to commit to anyone ever and is kind of an asshole but somehow this is supposed to endear u to her.  oh and guess what her name is.  just guess.  ill give u a few minutes.

DALLAS ITS FUCKING DALLAS HOOWEE WHAT A SHOCKER

the first thing we see of dallas, and this is also the first fuckin shot of the movie, is her uuhhh scissoring her girlfriend???  humping her?????  i really dont know what shes trying to accomplish but shes clearly not having any fun while doing it and her girlfriends like “i love u” and shes like “im moving out bye” and thats it

real compelling i know

so jasmine and her bff manage to stumble upon the lesbian bar in town (which dallas calls a girl party???  why??????) where dallas meets her and proceeds to be completely and utterly creepy in ways ive only ever seen men be which is the first indicator that the person who made this movie, april mullen, is maybe not gay at all (or maybe she is and just has horrible taste?? idk man).  but somehow the creepiness is a real turn on for ol’ jazzy and they start making out IMMEDIATELY but then jasmines like “i have a fiance gotta go!!!!” and yeets herself out of the situation

but of course this is a lesbian romance so u know they meet up again and proceed to have like half an hours worth of steamy gratuitous porn-style sex.  there was a lot of strap-on action involved and a lot of bizarre scissoring that i dont even think i can call scissoring cause it was more like they were just weirdly bumping their vagoos against each other and somehow that was getting them both off.  like sometimes the sex scenes in this movie bordered on tommy wiseau levels of weird. 

oh and of course the fiance finds out about this secret love affair but WOW do they really do this in the most dramatic and unintentionally hilarious way possible.  he literally comes home early from his business trip and walks in on dallas going to town on jasmine with a strap on in the bath tub, like theyre ferociously going at it.  i swear to god i felt like i was watching a comedy at times with this movie

piggybacking off of that, jesus christ this script is bad.  ooooohhhh its so bad.  dallas is given the cringiest tough guy lines, like shes drinking beers with a friend and the friend is like “oh man i gotta catch up to u” and, hilariously, dallas is like “you cant catch up cause nO oNe WiLl EvEr CaTcH mE” and i almost choked on my own saliva.  oh god wait heres another zinger, so when she first meets jasmine shes like “do u come to girl parties often (again why the everloving FUCK is she calling it a girl party????)” and jasmines like “i don’t come at all” and the next thing to come out of dallas’s suave sexy mouth is “TeRriBLe NeWs CaN i ChAnGe ThAt FoR yOu” OH my GOD

and good god shes so creepy.  like some of the shit she pulls is borderline sexual assault.  her and jasmine are just at a bar chillin and dallas reaches down and im like “oh ok shes gonna like put her hand on her knee classic move” but NOPE OH NO she just makes a beeline STRAIGHT for jasmines crotch IN THE MIDDLE OF A BAR!!!  THERE ARE PEOPLE AROUND!!!!!!  OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!

at one point after another round of passionate lovemaking dallas brings jasmine back to her house and theyre in dallas’s truck and they just??  slap each other???  for no reason?????  except for True Love i guess????????????

jesus.  just.  this was an experience.  i would say dont bother watching it but i did at least have fun making fun of it so if thats ur sort of thing knock ur socks off, its on netflix.  but wow this basically fits the stereotype of a lesbian romance movie PERFECTLY, and when u really break it down its just a fancy porn.  i wouldnt even say its a porn geared towards actual wlw cause theres so many elements about the sex scenes that reminded me of the kind of lesbian porn thats made for straight men to jack off to.  0/10 BAD BYE

well shit ok i hope u all had a great valentines day!!  im gonna go start a roofing business in the hopes that i end up working on a roof of a house thats right next to a really hot straight girl with a fiance so i can try to finger-bang her in the middle of an occupied bar wish me luck!!!!!

#curly q reviews #valentines day special #valentines day #lgbtq #lesbian #romance #films #below her mouth #netflix

[pcktsprgrl]

The Freshman The Musical

Fandom: The Freshman

Pairings: Becca X MC

MC’s name = Emily

Authors Notes:  So my brain thought this up about a week ago and would not shut up until I wrote it. So here it is I hope someone enjoys this Freshman with a dash of Grease lol. It don't really seem as crazy since Becca was singing in the last chapter of the Sophomore but...

On a side note: I think pixelberry might be spying on me lol.

Enjoy ~PSG

Rating: general? I mean they make out lol

Publish Date: 2/15/18

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters.

You struggle with your bags and attempting to open the door to what you sincerely hope is your suite. After a few embarrassing nearly break ins. The key turns and the door swings open you stumble inside with a squeak of surprise. The door slams against the wall with a loud bang and you drop your bags at your feet. "Oh!" "AHHH!" Random voices call from various parts of the suite as three men coming running from the hallway. "Is it a robber?!" one hollers and you feel your face heating more with embarrassment. The tall blonde man rushes to your side and begins helping you with your things. "I uh.. I think this must be our missing suite mate." a smaller dark haired woman approaches to help as well. You blink at them and stammer.. "I um y-yes Em-Emily." "Well Em -Emily. Nice to finally meet you another voice calls." "Im Zack!" you smile at him and go around making introductions. When you notice a girl clicking her tongue disappointingly as she stares at the easel in front of her. You make your way over and see the large purple smudge that now covers her once perfect painting of the courtyard. "You could always make more smudges and call it abstract." you offer hopeful. She sighs and rolls her eyes but smiles at you. "Abbie." she extends her hand. Later that night you and your new friends are on the roof of your suite talking and laughing. "So, tell us about your summer." Tyler inquires. "Well" you begin, a blush creeping up your cheeks. "I kinda sorta met this girl.." you voice trails off remembering. "Oh! You're a uh.." Chris begins awkwardly then clears his throat. "I mean that's cool what was she like?" "Yeah," Abbie interjects "tell us more!" °°°°Becca's pov°°°°° You sigh as you flop backwards on your bed clutching the brightly colored seashell to your chest. Overtaken with memories of the past summer. A knock on your door startles you from your reverie. "I'm busy." you shout in annoyance through the door but when it springs open anyway you scowl and stuff the shell under your pillow. "But Becca.." the unwelcome intruder whines. "Ugh fine.." you snap. "You all would be so lost without me." you say smugly. Madison just claps happily oblivious to all but her own little world. Downstairs the sisters of the sorority are gathered in the living room chattering excitedly about the year's upcoming events. You sigh and plop down on the couch. "...so I was thinking this year we totally need to have more mixers..what do you think, Becca.. Becca?" You're startled once again. "Huh? Uh.. What were we talking about.?" you ask as you pluck at the nonexistent lint on your dress. "Honestly Becca." Katie protests scowling. "When we voted you as sorority president we had hoped.." she continues with a scowl until Madison cuts her off. "Becca, what's with you? You seem..?" Madison ponders and you try your best smile. "Just thinking about this summer." your smile widens involuntarily and you chastise yourself. (Great now they're going to be all nosey.) "Ooo is it a boy?" Katie adds excitedly. "No!" you snap at her, and hope they'll all drop it but instead their questions just get louder. You cover your ears. "Alright, fiiiine!" you shout standing abruptly from the couch and marching to the other side of the room. 'Summer loving had me a blast..' °°°°° Emily°°°° 'Summer loving happened so fast...' °°°°Becca°°°° '....Summer dreams ripped at the seams But, oh, those summer niiiiiiights' You finish smiling stupidly at the far wall. "Sounds like a blast." Madison remarks. You turn and scowl at everyone. "That's all you get." you cross your arms in defiance. °°°°Emily°°°°° ' Summer dreams ripped at the seams But, oh, those summer niiiiiiiights' You stare off the roof top and smile brightly into the night sky. "Sounds like a dream." Abbie sighs wistfully. "So, what was her name?" Kaitlyn inquires. "Becca Davenport." you answer dreamily. Everyone gasps audibly and you spin to see your suite mates glancing nervously at each other. "Well I uhh." Chris stammers the rubs at his neck. "Maybe one day you'll meet again?" Kaitlyn offers still trying to pick her jaw off the floor. "I can only hope so!" "Well look at the time, gotta go.." Tyler interjects then quickly runs from the rooftop. You furrow your brow at them but say nothing. ~~~~~~~~ You don't know how your friends talked you into it but here you are in the grandiose house of the sorority celebrating Chris's big win. It was a team effort he had insisted but you all knew what a boost he had given them all. You walk around awkwardly scowling at the pretentious girls drapped all over various members of the team. When you spot Chris he is in a similar situation and looking very uncomfortable. You frown and start to march over when you hear a familiar giggle stopping just short of their group. "Becca stop!" Chris objects and fidgets trying to extract himself. "Becca?!" you call out before you can stop yourself, causing the entire group to look at you. "I...you!" her mouth gapes and she smiles and starts approaching you before glancing at her company. She immediately schools her features, crossing her arms. "Excuse you! We're kinda in the middle of something here." she scowls. "Becca, do you know her?" the blonde to her right addresses her. Becca stops for a moment considering you. You try to smile and take a step forward but she retreats. "As if!" Becca says with a snort. Your gasp is audible and you open your mouth to say something but words fall you. You lip trembles and you swear for a moment her hand starts to reach for you but you turn and bolt out of the house.

"Tell the others I went home." you call over your shoulder to Chris as you make your way into the cool night. Hot tears sting your eyes but you blink rapidly to stop them from falling. Once in your room you break into sobs taking the photo booth photos from your desk drawer as tears run down your cheeks. °°°°Becca's POV°°°°°

You're trying to have a good time. Really you are, but you're just not in the mood for a party. Let alone all your friends pushing you to Hartfeld's latest stud quarterback. You sigh and just start mindlessly flirting with him. He seems alarmed and maybe you just lost your touch?? You're not sure, but when you find yourself mindlessly groping at his arm you feel like you might get sick. Suddenly a familiar voice comes from behind you. Your heart leaps in your chest and you swallow hard. Everything is moving in slow motion as you turn to see her standing there. A realization hits you, oh god... Had she seen that pathetic display? You start to reach for her but catch Madison looking at you strangely and so you snap back to bitch mode. Your mouth is moving but you have no idea what its saying all you can see is the hurt in her eyes the tears building. Now you definitely think you'll vomit. She storms out calling out something to Chris. Home? What did she mean? Your head is spinning. "I'm so over this lame party." you say in a huff before trudging to your room and collapsing on your bed as silent tears fall. °°°°°Emily°°°°°°

'Guess mine is not the first heart broken.'

°°°°Becca°°°° 'My eyes are not the first to cry' °°°°Emily°°°°° 'I'm not the first to know there's Just no getting over you' You sigh and tuck the line of photos in your desk drawer curling into a ball. °°°Becca°°°°° You scowl down at the seashell in your hand and are about to chuck it across the room when the door swings open. "Heard of knocking?" you scowl and Madison holds her hands up in surrender but still steps closer to you. You wipe roughly at your eyes. "I thought I made it clear. I don't want company?" Madison ignores the venomous comments and sits cautiously beside you. There's silence and you can't help fiddling absentmindedly with the seashell. "It's her, isn't it?" Madison inquires softly and you splutter. "I... what? Don't be absurd!" your frown deepens. She just sighs and shakes her head at you. "Don't take too long, Becca." she pats your knee gently and leaves without another word. ~~~

You're standing in the coffee shop typing happily at your phone when you hear a voice from behind you.

“God, are you like stalking me now?”

You spin to see Becca glaring at you, arms crossed and foot tapping impatiently.

You stammer for a moment but glare at her. “Oh because I'm in a public building, getting coffee? Please, don't flatter yourself. You're not that interesting.” You glare at her and hear your order called turning to get it.

Becca opens her mouth to say something else but you see Madison shooting her a disapproving look and she shuts her mouth without another word.

°°°°Becca°°°°

'If we could start anew, I wouldn't hesitate I'd gladly take you back, and tempt the hands of fate.'

“I'm sorry guys, I need to go...study..” you gather your things and rush out of the coffee shop before any of your friends and object.

°°°°Emily°°°°°

You stomp back to your suite and slam the front door and your bedroom door behind you.  Flopping down on the bed your coffee long forgotten on your desk.

'You don't remember me But I remember you 't was not so long ago You broke my heart in two '

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The end of the quarter dance has arrived and your friends drag you around trying to pick out a dress to get ready for the dance. You sigh and halfheartedly thumb through racks of clothes but after all the stress fighting with and trying to avoid Becca on top of all your assignments you really just want to go home. ~~~~ Kaitlyn spins you around the dance floor and you laugh despite yourself. She gathers you in her arms and dips you making you laugh harder.

"Tell me you aren't having fun?" she smiles widely at you. "Ok ok maybe a little." you laugh again as you walk to the side of the dance floor. She squeals in excitement. "Be right back! Punch time!" you smile after her as she runs off. "I'd like to punch her alright." you hear a voice from behind you and stand whirling on them. Becca stands there arms crossed scowling at Kaitlyn's back. "Looks like you moved on quickly." she clicks her tongue. "Quickly!?" you start incredulously. "Becca I.." you stammer only for a moment then you blood boils over. " How dare you?! She's my friend, Becca." you poke an accusatory finger at her."and she cares about me, something you obviously know nothing about." your face is heated and tears sting at your eyes but you cross your arms defiantly and glare at her. When she doesn't respond you continue chewing at her. "Anyway what about Mr brains in his biceps hmm? You two were looking mighty cozy." Her face falls and her lip trembles slightly but she quickly replaces it with a scowl. "Hes a toy, a thing, arm candy!" she shoots back and you scoff. "And what was I?" you hadn't meant to say it but there it was. She opens her mouth to speak then closes it seeming to ponder the question. "You...you were IMPOSSIBLE!" she shouts and turns on her heel storming off and shoving the guy she had been dancing with to the side. You sigh as Kaitlyn returns holding out a cup of punch to you. You sip the red liquid staring into the glass and sighing defeated. She places a hand on your shoulder and you lean against her trying to fight the tears. "I need to take a walk." you say suddenly. Kaitlyn startles but asks of you want company. "Nah, I'll be fine. " you walk off unsure where you might go, as you approach the gazebo you see a familiar figure standing there, shoulders slightly hunched. You start to approach a knew seething line of insults on the tip of your tongue when you hear a soft sob. You try to stop but your heel makes contact with the floor and she whirls. "What do you want?" she spits but it has less bite than usual. You open your mouth to say something but no words come, instead you find your feet carrying you closer to her. Becca's eyes widen momentarily but she stays stone still. Your hand is reaching out and that's when you are snapped out of your trance. You stop abruptly and spin to leave but her hand wraps around your wrist. She spins you around so fast that you stumble into her knocking the wind out of you both and she captures your lips in a passionate kiss. Your hands shoot around her neck as her fingers dig into your hips. A moan escapes you and you press yourself harder against her. Trapping her body against the railing of the gazebo, and grinding your hips against hers. She grunts and pulls away from you smirking "Oh baby, right here?" she questions with a quirked eyebrow, and you laugh breathlessly. You kiss her jaw and she gasps. "You were, uh are.. the one I love.. The only one I want." she pants and runs her fingers in your hair. You stop and look at her questioningly. Her face is flush and you're sure its from more than kissing. "Your question earlier..I err.. I know I messed up but can you forgive me?" she studies your face hopefully. "And your boy toy?" (ugh why do I have to go and ruin it, again?") you scowl at yourself but she must take it as at her because she stiffens then starts to pull away only to realize you still have her pinned. She sighs defeated. "Darren is a friend. Because all my stupid friends decided I needed to be at this stupid dance." you feel hot tears dripping on your forearms and realize its not your tears. You find your fingers playing with a few strands of Becca's hair and you freeze. Becca's breath hitches and you chance a glance at her. Her eyes are swollen and red like she had been crying for days. Your gaze falls again. "You're the only one I've ever wanted too." you swallow then look up at her smiling. "I love you." she smiles wide then kisses you again. "Lets get out of here. For a little private party." she whispers in your ear and you shudder. You push your hips against hers again."what happened to right here?" you whisper and bite her earlobe. She whimpers. "I wanted it to be..s-special." she gasps out causing you to pull away and gape at her. "Its not every day I admit to being in love with someone." she scowls. A blush creeps up your cheeks as you extend a hand to her. She smiles and as you two round the corner you catch sight of all your friends marching your direction. They all stop and mouths drop open when they notice you two holding hands. "So you two err made up?" Chris asks "Finally!" Madison exclaims, before either of you can answer. You just smile and giggle at each other. "Goodnight guys!" you call out. "Don't wait up!" Becca adds with a giggle. You both run down the path towards the dorms, laughing the whole way.

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  Songs in this fic

Summer Nights- Olivia Newton John and John Travolta

Hopelessly Devoted To You – Olivia Newton John

Tears On My Pillow – Sha Na Na

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