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[leaningluthor]

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[horansqueen]

You & Me : chapter 30

A Niall Horan fanfiction ; rated MA

Sequel to AM CONVERSATIONS

CHAPTER 1 || CHAPTER 2 || CHAPTER 3 || CHAPTER 4 || CHAPTER 5 || CHAPTER 6 || CHAPTER 7 || CHAPTER 8 || CHAPTER 9 || CHAPTER 10 || CHAPTER 11 || CHAPTER 12 || CHAPTER 13 || CHAPTER 14 || CHAPTER 15 || CHAPTER 16 || CHAPTER 17 || CHAPTER 18 || CHAPTER 19 || CHAPTER 20 || CHAPTER 21 || CHAPTER 22 || CHAPTER 23 || CHAPTER 24 || CHAPTER 25 || CHAPTER 26 || CHAPTER 27 || CHAPTER 28 || CHAPTER 29

NOTES:

-one chapter is her pov, the next is his. -5.1k -im sorry, i never proofread, i hate it. -there WILL be smut. but not only smut. -this is a romance, comedy, smut story. -for the summary, check my MASTERLIST.

- notes: i know its a long chapter but i didnt want to cut the smut scene. sometimes i feel like i go too far with smut but hey, you tell me. also well im slightly disappointed because i didnt really get many notes in the last chapter sooo hopefully this one doesn’t flop? thank you!

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Chapter 30 : Her chapter

OLIVIA

The room was dark and we remained silent for a while, both lost in our thoughts. I was thinking about what he had asked me, wondering if I was ready to get back into a relationship and somehow, it was driving me insane. Was I ready? Could I just jump back into it and move on? If I did and realized I was not ready, would our relationship end up the way it ended the first time? I felt something twist in my stomach and held my breath as i teared up. All the emotions I had felt during that time apart from him came rushing down, invading my body and confusing me even more. I knew I couldn't go through that a second time, but I also was not sure it had anything to do with the official title we could give each other. In fact, if Niall left again right now, it would probably be just as bad. Thinking about losing him made me grip the sheets of the bed hard and I bit my bottom lip so hard I actually hurt myself. The truth was, I had fallen again. No wait, 'fallen' was not the right word. I never thought being in love gave me the sensation to fall. No, it was the opposite. Being in love made you feel like you flew so high, way over the clouds. The fall, however, could literally break your neck and kill you. That's how I had felt when Niall had broken up with me a year ago. That was what I never wanted to go through ever again. But here I was, laying next to the only man I was ever in love with, the only man I'd ever be in love with, risking my sanity once again. I had it so fucking bad I didn't know how to process everything and if he cut my wings again, who was going to save me this time?

Niall's hand reached for mine that was laying in between us and held it. I squeezed his fingers instead of the sheets and sighed low. How did he do that? How did he calm me down with a simple touch? Why did he have so much control over me, physically and mentally?

"I didn't want to make things awkward between us." he finally talked in a low tone, turning his head my way. "I also don't want to pressure you into anything. Maybe I shouldn't have turned this into sex earlier, in the bath tub but... it was the first way I found to make sure I didn't have a verbal diarrhea of all the things in my mind."

I turned my head his way too and let my eyes roam on his face. I could still see him well but the features I couldn't see in the darkness were engraved in my brain anyway. It was insane the amount of time I had spent watching him and I didn't even care that it sounded so pathetic.

"Why didn't you want to tell me about the thoughts in your head?" I asked in a soft tone.

"Because I don't think you're ready to hear them."

The first thing that came to my mind was to answer him that I was ready but my heart jumped in my chest and I realized he was right. Maybe I was not ready to find out about his deep thoughts, maybe I knew it would either hurt me or stress me even more than I already was.

"I'm sorry." I whispered, feeling myself tear up. "I'm such a mess, I know."

He turned his whole body my way and brought his free hand to my head, slipping his fingers in my hair before moving closer and kissing me gently.

"Don't apologize." he let out against my lips before kissing me again. "No one is blaming you for anything, I promise. You take your time, you take whatever time you need, and I'll be here the whole time, right by your side."

"Why, Niall?" I whispered, blinking a few times before shutting my eyes tight. "Why do you want to wait for me?"

"Because I'm in love with you. Because I can't fucking live without you. Because I'm convinced we're meant to be." he replied quickly but softly. "I've always known we were meant to be. I made a few mistakes but I never stopped loving you, not even a second. And I know I was stupid and selfish but I genuinely thought it was alright because at the end of the road, it was going to be only you and me."

I wanted to smile at the reference from his song but I couldn't. I knew he was a different man but it didn't change the fact that he took me for granted when he broke up with me, and that now that he had lived what he wanted to live, he just wanted me back. I shouldn't be so bitter about it but it was not easy and when his mouth found mine again, I wrapped my arm around his waist, turning to face him, and pulled him closer.

"I want to trust you." I admitted, trying not to cry. "But it's just so hard, Niall. My heart is all in, I hope you know that. But my head... my head remembers. My head won't let me forget."

"I know petal, I know." he whispered, bringing his mouth on mine again to kiss me harder. "I don't want you to forget. I'll wait. I'll wait until you forgive me completely, I'll wait to see if you'll ever want to forgive me at all." He kissed me deeply and i felt a wave of intense love for him wash over me. "I'll wait a few lifetimes if I have to."

We kissed deeper and he pulled me against him, pressing our bodies together as I felt tears on my cheeks. I didn't know why I was so emotional but crying made me feel better. Or maybe it was him. Or a bit of both. We fell asleep together and when I woke up, I was still pressed against him. I brought my lips to his again and he groaned, answer my kiss before letting his mouth run on my jaw and neck.

"We should go hiking today." he proposed in a low tone, making me frown.

The moment we had had the night before was gone but somehow, something still lingered between us, like an emotion or a strong connection, I was not sure.

"Hiking? Yea, okay. And then bungee jumping? Sky diving, perhaps?" I let out ironically, making him laugh.

"I'm talking about hiking, not extreme sports. Just hike up a mountain, a small one!" he quickly added, making me grimace.

"That fat ass of mine didn't grow for no reason, Niall. Sport isn't my thing." I added with a smile before his hand reached for my butt.

"In no way would I want this ass to go, but baby a bit of hiking isn't that big of a deal. I'm not asking you to come for a run with me." he pointed out.

I pulled away as he grabbed my ass tighter, making me smile more. I loved him so much I would have actually agreed to go for a run with him, but I didn't mention it.

"Fine." I replied, making his face illuminate suddenly. "But you wait for me at all times and if I want a break, we take a break."

"Deal!"

The hike to the top was not as tough as I thought it would be and since Niall knew how clumsy I was, he helped me every time he noticed I needed it. I loved feeling his hand in mine, even if only for a few seconds, and it always surprised me how strong he was. We stood at the top and I tried to catch my breath as I looked around. Despite being not that high, the sight was very nice and I suddenly felt happy that I agreed to that.

I pushed my hair behind my shoulders, now totally aware of how dirty it was, and rubbed the back of my hand on my sweaty forehead. Without thinking, I gripped Niall's fingers and didn't let go as I looked at the skyline. I felt him grip my fingers tighter but he remained silent for a while before taking his phone out. He let go of my fingers to take a few pictures but I still kept quiet until I finally turned around. My lips curled when I noticed he was taking a picture of me and I shook my head.

"Nop, none of that!" I let out with a chuckle as I took a few steps closer, putting my hand in front of my face. "I'm all sweaty and dirty."

"That's your best state!" he argued with a laugh when I realized he was actually filming.

"Oh my god, Niall stop filming!"

He laughed more and pulled me closer to kiss me. I let him press his mouth on mine and closed my eyes, perfectly aware that he was actually filming that kiss, too. I wanted to be annoyed but the truth was, I liked it. I wanted souvenirs of us, too, even if I already had a ton of those. He pulled his phone down, still kissing me, and he probably put it back in his pockets because I felt both his hands reach for my jaw and neck. I felt the salty taste of his skin on my tongue and it made my whole body throb. Everything about him was turning me on.

"Fuck, you taste so good." I whispered, making him smile against my lips.

"I'm all sweaty." he pointed out with a chuckle as I shrugged before he became serious again. "If we were a normal couple, I'd post that video on instagram with the caption 'I love her'. I'd post the picture I took of you with the skyline, too. I'd probably caption it with, 'the most beautiful sight' like the cheesy man I am and I'd be talking about you. I'd take a selfie of us right now and post it too. Our friends would like it and leave comments about how disgustingly sweet we are. My cousins would make fun of me. Louis would comment everything by laughing at us with a few emojis and curse words. And we wouldn't give a fuck because we'd know they'd just be jealous."

The thought made me sad but at the same time, his words were nice to hear. Sometimes, I allowed myself to imagine that we were both still living in Ireland together. We'd have normal jobs, hang out on the weekend, meet on wednesdays for a drink or two with our friends, and keep going to the movies only us two every friday night. Perhaps he would have fallen in love with me anyway, or I liked to believe it, and we'd buy a house together and probably a dog. We'd take long walks through the familiar streets and maybe fly to France once in a while to see my parents. I couldn't tell if this story was better than the one we were going through right now and I tried to convince myself that the context was different, but the feelings would be exactly the same. Would they, though? Would Niall really love me that way? Would we have drifted apart? Would he have found an other girl, a girl I probably knew, someone that went to school with us, someone I would be jealous of forever, even after I would have found someone, too?

I swallowed the lump in my throat, knowing I would never know, and just tilted my head as I stared at Niall. He looked amazing, as he always did, and I just sighed.

"I'd probably post a million of pictures of you, especially pictures of you when you fall asleep on the couch. I have tons of those on my phone."

He frowned and his lips parted as he pulled away a bit, his arms now around my waist. "No you don't!"

"I do! And they're password protected so don't even try to delete them!" I pointed out with a smile, making him grimace. "More seriously, Niall. I like our story. We're not a normal couple and it's alright. We're both very private anyway and everyone in the world getting a glimpse of us like we were some reality tv show to follow... I wouldn't like that."

"I know." he whispered, making me smile sadly.

"I barely post on social medias anyway, but apparently it was a 'good idea' to make them official and stuff. Not my idea."

He laughed. "Yea I sort of guessed." he admitted, bending down again to kiss me. "Okay how about I treat you to a nice restaurant now? Then we can end the night in our incredible motel room, what do you say?"

"And I'll show you the surprise I brought." I added with a smirk. Immediately, he frowned and I chuckled. "Don't worry, you'll like it."

The whole time it took us to go back to the car, I spent it thinking about what he had talked about. Us being a normal couple and doing normal things together. It was all a fantasy, but it was still interesting to imagine.

We agreed that we needed a shower first and quickly took one together before getting dressed. I was surprised neither of us had tried to start something in the shower but I really wanted to build the lust between us and perhaps, that's what he wanted to.

The restaurant was crowded and I just hoped no one would recognize us. Niall asked for a table far from the door and we ended up in a corner and hidden from most people, which made me feel slightly better. I proposed to sit so he was facing the wall to make sure he wouldn't be recognized and finally, we asked for a bottle of wine and ordered our meals. I felt uncomfortable in the dress I had picked and realized that I hadn't actually worn something like that in a while, except for the wedding we went to. Niall never complained about the clothes I would wear and that was nice. He always had a nice comment when I was wearing a dress or a skirt but he also made a few raunchy comments when I was in sweatpants so I was not sure it had anything to do with the clothes.

"You look gorgeous." he just said, making me smile as I brought my glass to my lips.

"I love what you're wearing, too." I pointed out, raising my eyebrows.

His suit was a lighter blue than what I was used to and it looked nice on him. I stared at the chain on his neck and tilted my head, enjoying the fact that he was not wearing a tie.

"I'm very glad you love showing your chest hair because I really love seeing it."

He laughed more than I expected as he filled my glass again.

"You know what I love? You. Naked. Laying on a bed and ready for me." he whispered with a smirk.

"That's very very dirty of you." I chuckled, taking a sip. "Are you trying to get me drunk?"

"You're the one who gets very dirty when you're drunk." he pointed out with a smile. "But no, I'm not. Are you gonna tell me what's the surprise you brought?"

"If I tell you, you may want to skip dessert."

"I skip desserts often now, I'm not 15 anymore." he rolled his eyes with a smile.

"Try more 20. You love dessert." I raised my nose up before pressing my lips together. I watched him as he looked down at his plate and took a bite of his food before taking a sip of wine. "Handcuffs. I brought handcuffs."

I didn't expect that but he literally choked on his wine, making me laugh. I tried to hide it by biting my bottom lips and he finally cleared his throat. I felt bad when I saw his eyes water but he finally found his breath back and blinked a few times, staring at me.

"Why?"

"The other day you said you wanted me all tied down." I just shrugged. "I just thought it was worth a try."

He stared at me again and I stared back, my smile turning into a fond one as I tilted my head.

"You're ready to try anything, aren't you?"

"Almost, yea." I admitted, shrugging only one shoulder this time. "If it turns you on then, i'm in!"

"That gives me so many thoughts." he admitted with a laugh and I could swear he started eating quickly after that.

I finished my plate and when his eyes met mine again, I smiled more. I meant what I had said, I was ready to try many things with him, whether it was sexual or not, and the thought of loving each other with so much distance between us like we would have to do very soon made me hold my breath. That, too, I was ready to try. And he had promised he wouldn't see anyone else, which reassured me more than I thought it would. Was I starting to trust him again?

"You're right. We're gonna skip dessert." he finally let out, making me laugh again.

We finally asked cakes to go and he left the bag near the door as soon as we walked in the room. His lips found mine and I kissed him back, chuckling against his mouth as we stumbled around to reach the bed.

"You think someone saw us today?" I asked low, pushing his jacket off his shoulders as it fell on the carpet with a thud.

"No, we're good at this. You know what else we're good at?" he replied, letting two of his fingers slip in the front of my dress to pull it down. "Fuck, you're not wearing a bra."

"I knew you'd like it." I mentioned with a smile, unbuttoning his shirt and pushing it off his shoulders before working on his pants. "How bad do you want to use me?"

His eyes found mine and I could swear I saw something in his facial expression, something brutal, rough, something that came from instinct, something visceral, as if he wanted to grab me by the throat and use me until I'd beg him to stop.

I reached for the zipper of my dress and squirmed out of it before taking a step back and moving my panties down. He just stared at me, shirtless with his pants unzipped, and all I could think about was him on top of me, making me cum over and over again. He looked at me like he was literally going to jump on me and I tilted my head, nibbling on my bottom lip but staying out of reach.

"They're in the front pocket of my bag." I just mentioned.

It took him a few seconds but he finally found them as I sat on the bed, my heart accelerating as he walking closer. It was the very first time I would allow someone to do something like that to me and even if it was making me nervous, it was also extremely exciting.

"Are you sure you're ready to let me do that?"

I swallowed hard and nodded. "Mmhm, I trust you."

I did. I trusted him with my body. I trusted that he would make me cum good, that he wouldn't do anything that I didn't want to, even if I was tied up, and I trusted that he wouldn't just leave me there or anything like that.

He made me lay down on my back and used the handcuffs to tie me to the bed before letting his eyes roam on my body for a few seconds. The position was not uncomfortable but I knew it was going to be hard not to move at all.

"If at any moment you want me to untie you, or if you hurt, you tell me, okay?" I nodded and his eyes moved on my legs. "Fuck I wish I could tie your legs too. If you move them too much I'm gonna spank you so fucking hard you won't be able to sit for a week."

His words made my heart jump in my chest and he moved closer to the bed, his hand slipping between my legs and reaching my pussy.

"Just tie one of my legs with a pair of sweatpants."

His eyes found mine as his eyebrows raised. "Are you serious?"

He looked surprised but I just nodded and quickly, he did what I proposed. The knot was not really tight and if I moved enough, I could probably untie it, but when he brought his hand back between my legs, I felt totally submitted to him. He pushed his pants down with his free hand and my lips parted when I saw his hard cock spring out of his pants. I had no idea why I was so turned on by him but I suddenly started thinking about all these years I thought about him on top of me, late at night, back when he didn't even see me as a potential lover.

"You're so fucking wet. And impatient." he pointed out, running his fingers up my stomach and leaving a wet trace on my skin before going back between my legs. His pushed his fingers inside me and I let out a whimper, feeling my eyes flutter. "Fuck, I don't know how I'm gonna last. Just the sight of you all tied up is making me so fucking hard."

I watched him bring his hand to his cock, rubbing it with my wetness until it was coated and despite myself, I let out a short whimper. He moved closer to me, rubbing the tip of his cock on my lips and quickly, I wrapped my lips around his tip. He grabbed the back of my head to hold it and pushed his cock in my mouth, making me choke before pulling back.

"That sound is fucking amazing." he pointed out before doing it again.

I choked one more time but the more he did it, the more used I was getting and when he finally pulled away completely, I swallowed hard and panted. My heart was beating hard but I was not sure if it was because of lust or because it stressed me a bit to be in this situation.

"Stick your tongue out." he ordered before tapping his cock a few times on it. "Look at me."

My gaze quickly found his and he groaned, rubbing his cock on my tongue for about a minute before moving away. My eyes followed him as he took his pants off completely along with his socks and got on the bed, between my legs. He let both his hands run on my legs and my thighs before reaching my pussy he bent down just to suck on my clit for a while, making my eyes roll back in my head as I moaned. Slowly, he crawled on top of me and fingered me slowly as his thumb rubbed on my clit.

"You're mine, yea?" he asked, looking straight in my eyes as my lips parted. "Say it."

My eyes fluttered as I felt an orgasm build in my stomach and he probably felt me clench around his fingers because he quickly took his hand away and I let out a moan in protest.

"You're mine."

"Mm, I'm yours."

I thought about that time he fingered me in my room for the first time in months, and I remembered he had asked me the same thing. I never thought Niall was an insecure person and I knew it was probably just because the fact that I belonged to him turned him on, but it was also right after he found out about Louis and I.

I thought he'd push his fingers back inside me but instead, he moved up, placing his knees on each sides of my chest before brushing his cock on my mouth. It throbbed on my lips and the thought was so hot that I almost came. He started jerking off, his tip hitting my lips before I finally opened them and sucked on it again. He groaned, pulling his cock up and I whimpered as I ran my tongue on his balls, taking one in my mouth and sucking on it. This time, he let out a moan and started grinding against me.

"Fuck, your mouth always drives me so fucking crazy."

He moved back, rubbing his cock on one of my tits before taking place between my legs again and rubbing the tip of his cock on my clit. I squirmed, unable to move, and pulled on my arms. The handcuffs made a light noise against the bars of the bed and he looked up.

"Gentle. You don't want to hurt your wrists do you?" he asked, raising his eyebrows as a smirk draw itself on his lips. "I know you want to cum but a little edging has never killed anyone, yeah?"

I hated edging. I knew the whole point but Niall was a tease and being so close to cum over and over again was torture for me. Clearly, it turned him on though and I bit my bottom lip very hard.

"You look so desperate." he added. "Look at you, fuck."

"Please, please fuck me."

His eyes moved up to look into mine and he seemed surprised by my plea. "I love when you beg me."

Instead to do as I implored, he slid a finger on my slit and pushed it in my ass, making me squirm again. "I haven't done that since the last time I did it with you."

I held my breath, my heart suddenly racing, and he added two fingers in my pussy to fuck me slowly. I could feel his hard cock press against one of my thighs and I just wanted him deep inside me.

"You let anyone else fuck your ass this year?" he wondered as I quickly shook my head. "Good girl. I promise I'll make you cum harder than anyone ever has."

I tried to relax and my eyes fluttered when I felt the tip of his cock push against my ass. I breathed in and let out a few curse words when it was finally in, opening my eyes to look at him again. He spit in his hand and brought it to his cock. I felt him jerk off a bit before pushing the rest of his dick inside me and bringing his hand up, rubbing his thumb quickly on my clit at the same time.

"The way you throb around me... fuck, I don't know how long I'm gonna last."

He focused on what he was doing, pushing himself in and out of me slowly as I wiggled and whimpered. He was bringing me so close to an orgasm and when he felt I was about to cum, he moved his hand away from my pussy and pushed himself deeper in my ass.

"Niall please, please make me cum."

I didn't expect him to start fucking me harder but he did and even if he wasn't touching me anymore, I knew I was about to cum.

"Jesus fucking christ,"

I felt him shake as he got an orgasm but he pulled out of me and continued to cum on my pussy, bringing his thumb on my clit and rubbing it quickly with his sperm and making me reach immediately my own peak. I shook and cursed, feeling him rub his tip on my thigh, spreading more of his orgasm on me.

It took me a few seconds before I finally opened my eyes and I smiled when he lied down on top of me to kiss me. His lips moved slowly against mine but it's only when I pulled on my arms again that he chuckled against my mouth.

"Alright, alright. I'm untying you."

He started by my ankle and finally undid the handcuffs, bringing one of my wrists to his lips and kissing it gently. He moved back over me to kiss me again and I wrapped my arms around his neck, trapping him with my thighs on each sides of his waist.

"You're such a tease." I chuckled in his mouth.

"Hey that was the whole point." he argued with a small laugh. "Was good?"

"Mmhm, definitely."

After a few minutes, he sighed and moved away. "I really need to pee, I'm sorry."

I laughed and waited until he came back to go to the bathroom too and clean myself. When I joined him back in bed, the lights were off and he was under the sheets. I quickly cuddled his side and he wrapped his arm around me. We remained in silence and once again, a wave of love flooded inside me. It was always that way, late at night, when I was in his arms, and I was scared it would drive me insane to not be able to cuddle him at night when he'll be away.

"Thank you for trusting me." he whispered. "I really hope someday you can trust me again with your heart, and not just with your body."

I licked my lips, not really sure of what to answer. I knew the post-orgasm feeling was making me a bit euphoric but I wanted to tell him that I would. I wanted to tell him he just needed to be patient again... just for a very short time period. I wanted to tell him that I knew I would eventually give myself to him completely again, that he would definitely have the chance to break me again, to hurt me in a way no one else could hurt me. Instead, I swallowed my words and closed my eyes.

"I'm gonna fucking miss you, Niall." I whispered, knowing my voice would crack if I talked louder. I closed my eyes and swallowed the lump in my throat, feeling something stir in my stomach. He kissed the top of my head and I didn't know if I was going to be able to stop myself from crying. His voice reached my ear in a soft murmur and I hugged him tighter.

"Not as much as I'll miss you."

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part 20 : waking up slow | loser baby drabble yn and yoongi's christmas break

"oh all my nights taste like gold. yeah when i'm with you it's like everything glows, & all my days we can lay low. yeah when we're waking up we're waking up slow."

"Really, Yoongi?" yn said turning the her phone to show yoongi his own instagram post with the stupid caption that would be very easily misinterpreted by everyone but them. yoongi couldn't help but laugh the sound making yn smile to herself even though she was trying her best to be fake mad.

"I don't see what's wrong with the caption, I thought your breasts were great so I wanted to post my appreciation." yn couldn't help but laugh at the childish joke. this was how they'd spent most of their time since christmas break started, making childish jokes and abusing the fact that they were mostly alone in the school besides the handful of students and staff that stayed back as well.

after dinner yn and yoongi went back to her dorm, something that had become a routine for them since her roommate had gone home and his decided to stay this year. yn sat at her desk, picking up a book while yoongi plopped himself down on her bed, playing on his phone. The two sat in comfortable silence for a while until yoongi got bored with the lack of updates on his socials. yoongi found himself watching yn, fully engulfed in her book.

during their time together yoongi had started to come to terms with his feelings for yn, the only problem being that he wasn't entirely sure of how she felt. every now and then there would be a moment that yn's eyes would linger on him a little longer than necessary, or she'd lay her head on his shoulder, or she’d grab his hand for no particular reason and in those moments he would think maybe she felt the same. then he'd remind himself that she acts that way with all of her close friends and she avidly denies any feelings for them.

"Are you going to keep staring at me all night or are you going to tell me what's on your mind?" yn asked raising her brows but not taking her eyes off her book. she looked so hot when she did things like that.

"Oh I was just, I um," yoongi stuttered for a reply sighing when yn looked up at him from behind her book with a small smirk on her face. he stared for a minute before he got an idea. "Can I show you something?"

"Depends, what is it?" yn asked, her skeptical gaze not faltering.

"Well it's a surprise."

"If you're trying to have sex with me Yoongi you're going to have to do a better job at convincing me. I am not just going to give up my special flower to anyone." yn joked making yoongi roll his eyes at her annoying antics.

"Please, I think we both know that special flower was stomped a while ago." he fired back laughing at yn's feigned shock.

"I have you know I am thirty four percent a virgin." she said.

"How can you be thirty four percent a- on second thought, I don’t want to know. Will you come or not?" yoongi asked, almost immediately regretting his wording.

"Well that depends on your performance, Min." yn said barely missing a beat. yoongi was trying his best not to think about anything like that with yn but their tendency to make less than appropriate jokes with each other didn't make that easy.

"Have I ever told you that I despise you?" yn laughed at how obviously annoyed yoongi was with her before finally putting her book down.

"Come on lover boy, what's the surprise?" yoongi couldn't stop his eyes from rolling to the back of his head in utter annoyance. the kind of annoyance that comes when you like someone so much that it's genuinely irritating. yoongi's frustration was short lived as yn's hand finding his and yanking him up from her bed literally pulled him from his thoughts.

"You don't even know where we're going." yoongi reminded the girl who was currently dragging him down the hall through the astus dormitory.

"Then lead the way, sir." yn said slowing down but not taking her hand away from yoongi's. he tried not to think into it too much. he'd seen her holding hands with jimin and jeongguk many times and even taehyung on some occasions, it didn't mean anything more than she was comfortable with him. shaking those thoughts away yoongi took the lead, pulling her down the hall and towards his favorite spot in the whole school. "Um Yoon, what are we doing on the roof?"

"Well, as you know, whenever I first started school here people weren't as quick to befriend me as you were." yoongi started, a soft smile finding yn's face at his words. she did wonder how no one until now had given him a chance, since being here yn had made quite a few new friends but yoongi was by far the one person she really felt like understood her. "So when I needed to get away from all of that I would come here, I guess it was a hiding spot for me and I wanted to share it with you because you were the first person here that didn’t make me want to run and hide."

"Oh." to say yn was caught off guard was an understatement. she wasn't completely blind to the shift in their friendship over the last few weeks, it was clear to her that yoongi was starting to really open up to her as a friend but she never expected him to ever say anything like that. "You know, I don't know if I ever properly thanked you for how much your friendship means to me. I've never really had someone that made me feel like they understand me, even though Jeongguk always tried it wasn't the same with him. He was likable and so talented. On top of that he had his parents that he came home to every day even though they had their own issues as a family they were one, a family."

"I may not ever be able to relate to you when it comes to losing your parents like that, I know dysfunction though. My parents are divorced, I grew up with my mom who wholeheartedly loves me but she and I were just never as close as my dad and I. My dad is the person I look up to most in this world but even he has his faults. He was constantly making his feuds mine, hence the terrible relationship with my cousin. As for our friendship, there's no need to thank me. My actions weren't entirely selfless, when I saw you in the same position I had been in for five years I knew it was my chance to actually have a friend." yoongi and yn sat together on the rooftop, spilling stories from their childhoods. they talked about everything from their worst times to their best. their evening was filled with laughter and even a few shed tears.

"You know, I don't usually like to talk about myself, or my family. It makes me feel weird and uncomfortable, but I like talking to you, a lot. You make me feel like I'm home and I've never really felt that way about a person before." yoongi confessed bringing a fond smile to yn's face because she felt the exact same way. over the break yn had noticed a change between she and yoongi though she wasn't certain of what it was. in that moment, with this warm feeling in her chest she was pretty certain.

"When we were kids and I realized that Jeongguk was gay, I wondered what that meant for me, as selfish as that sounds. I can't say I ever really had a crush on him but I also never really thought about opening up to anyone else until then. When I realized that one day I'd have to tell someone everything about me, that I'd have to find another person that could accept my baggage, I was so terrified. Opening up like that, it's never been easy for me. With you, I honestly don't even think twice about it." yn had never really admitted any of this out loud to anyone, but what she said was the truth. with yoongi, as cheesy as it sounded, it came easy. but this was yn, she couldn't let any serious moment end without a joke "And I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now."

yoongi's laughter surrounded her. it was a shitty joke, a quote from a cheesy old song but it was her. yoongi had started falling for her hard, and with their laughter blending together, her eyes nearly hidden from how big her smile was he knew he had to tell her.

"You're ridiculous and I know there will never be a moment of seriousness between us, like, ever. But god, I like you so much. I think I've liked you for a while now but I was too confused and scared to admit it." even though she wasn't exactly caught off guard by the confession it still took her breath away. "Anyway, the thing is, what I really mean, yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen."

"You're an idiot Min Yoongi." yn said laughing lightly at his terrible but also perfect joke. "And I like you too."

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Elorcan One-shot

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So this took so much longer than I’d intended but it's PERFECT so I hope you enjoy it. Tagging everyone who liked the original prompt: @skeletons-and-flowers, @badwolf084, @athletic-book-nerd, @nalgenewhore, @mis-lil-red, @lazyperfectionistteen

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Elide laid on her stomach, sprawled on her bed with her ankles crossed in the air. It was a regular Friday night, music blaring from the small speaker on her desk. She was scrolling through Instagram as per usual when she had nothing better to do. It was the week before finals so any party going on was subdued. That’s what she should have been doing tonight- studying. Her books and notebook for Organic Chemistry were open before her, but she couldn’t concentrate.

Elide scrolled past a picture of her ex and scowled. How could she have forgotten to unfollow that scumbag? But she frowned when taking a closer look. She had unfollowed him, but who would be posting a picture of him? She clicked on the tag name, following so many people and unable to immediately recognize it.

The page opened to a friend of a friend’s page- Lysandra. One of her sorority sister’s best friends. Elide blinked in surprise. Clicking again on the picture of Aedion, with his long blond hair flowing over his shoulders while he grinned at the camera. It was a grin he’d often given her over the two years they were together.

Tears wanted to well in her eyes but Elide shoved them down. Aedion was the reason she now attended Terrasen University, they’d been high school sweethearts and won Prom King and Queen just last May.

Elide saw there were more pictures and swiped, biting down on her tongue when she saw they were indeed together in the next photo- Lysandra and Aedion. They’ve barely been broken up for a month and Aedion had already found another girlfriend.

A piece of Elide’s heart shattered. What did that say about her? What was wrong with her if he’d so easily been able to get over her? Elide hopped off the bed and left the room, weaving through the halls of the Gamma Phi Epsilon sorority house until she’d found the right door. She’d only moved into the house at the beginning of January after initiation and was still figuring out her way around. She’d been one of the lucky girls to get her own room and not have to share, perks of being a legacy Elide assumed.

Aelin answered after a moment, cute glasses perched on the edge of her nose. She looked surprised. “Elide! What’s up?” Elide had known Aelin in high school but hadn’t been super close until they’d joined the same sorority- not because Elide didn’t like her but they’d never been in the same friend groups. It had been a raving recommendation coupled with Elide being a legacy that had made her an obvious choice for ΓΦE. She was also Aedion’s cousin and looked exactly like him.

Elide shifted from foot to foot. “Hey, sorry to interrupt your studying but I had a question…. About Aedion…”

Aelin’s face shifted, her eyebrows knitted and her mouth thinning. Elide could tell the emotion wasn’t directed at her when the other girl said, “Lysandra posted something didn’t she?” Elide gave a small nod. Aelin cursed under her breath. “I told her to wait. I’m sorry, Elide. They’re not actually serious, Lysandra gets in over her head when she starts a new relationship.”

When Elide’s crestfallen expression doesn’t change, Aelin puts her hand on the shorter girl’s shoulder. Elide looks up through the thick curtain of her dark hair.

“Aedion is an asshole. Look, I’ll make Lys take it down.”

Elide gave the barest shake of her head. “No… I’m glad he’s,” she struggled to get the word out. “happy.”

Aelin sighed, drawing Elide in for a bone-crushing hug. “If you need anything, don’t hesitate to let me know.” Elide returned the hug, grateful for the human contact. Aelin pulled back, her turquoise eyes fiery. “He may be my cousin, but you’re by sister now. Sisters stay together.”

Elide wiped away a tear that had fallen and gave Aelin a small smile before tracking down to the kitchen for a snack. As a sorority house filled with seventy girls, the freezer was constantly stocked with post-break-up ice cream. Elide grabbed the pint of rocky road and made her way back up to her room.

Giving up on studying, Elide piled up her pillows at the headboard and rested her back against them. Laptop balanced on a knee, she opened Netflix and clicked on something to watch that would distract her from the turmoil in her gut. Multitasking was usually the best distraction, and unable to resist herself, Elide opened Instagram once again.

The first picture on her feed left her mouth hanging open, spoon dangling from her lips. Elide practically swooned, beholding the massive golden form flexing muscles that had no right being that large. Lorcan Salvaterre was the epitome of hunk, having gained popularity and fame because of his portrayal in a popular werewolf show- not as the main love interest but the bad boy older brother.

Elide watched the show almost religiously just to see Lorcan, and the plot was decently good for a fantasy show based around romance.

The picture was actually one from the show, with Lorcan’s character, Damian, and some of the other members of the cast. Underneath was the caption, ‘You mess with my pack, you deal with me’.

Elide snorted at the cheesy line, but couldn’t resist going into the comments. She’d never left something before, but something was making her brave. There were the usual comments about how hot he was and who was looking forward to the next episode.

Before she could convince herself otherwise, Elide typed out, ‘I wish I was a part of your pack so you could help me egg my asshole ex’s house’. It was so ridiculous it made her laugh, such an impossible thing that she knew it could never happen.

~~~

Lorcan Salvaterre hated social media- it was so tedious and exhausting. He usually let his manager handle posting on it, not really caring what photos were on it. He did enjoy scrolling through the comments though, boosting his ego in ways nothing else could.

It was one comment that grabbed his attention though, something so out of left field. Lorcan clicked on her tag name – ladylochanx- and let out a breath of air. Elide Lochan. She was stunning was Lorcan’s first thought. He scrolled through her page, noticing at the top that she was a member of Gamma Phi Epsilon at TU- the campus only thirty minutes away from his apartment.

Elide was shy, that much he could tell by the few photos of herself alone. Lorcan clicked on the most recent one- showing Elide with her dark hair covering half her face. She looked solemn, dark eyes dancing at the camera as the barest of smiles hinted at her lips. Her caption was simple ‘Everything happens for a reason’. Lorcan clicked out to try to find a picture with the ex she’d mentioned in her comment, but found nothing obvious.

No, wait. A post from last May displayed Elide in a graduation gown, grinning at the camera with her arms around two blonde figures who looked like twins- a boy and a girl. The first boy Lorcan had seen on Elide’s dash. He clicked to see if the two were tagged, and indeed the girl was but the boy was not. Lorcan read the caption and found the name- Aedion. That was the guys name. The tag would’ve disappeared when Elide blocked him, but she hadn’t bothered to edit the caption.

Lorcan was out of his seat before he really knew what he was doing. Rowan Whitethorn, an old friend he’d met on set years prior, glanced up from the TV where he was playing a first-person shooter. “Where are you going?”

Lorcan didn’t glance back. “I have a request to fulfill.” Rowan merely rolled his eyes as Lorcan went to change. Elide would indeed get her wish.

~~~

It was nearly midnight when Manon appeared at Elide’s open door, lounging against the frame as if she owned it as per usual. Elide glanced up from where she was halfway through her pint, mouth full. “Can I help you?” She mumbled out, quickly pressing pause on her show.

“I see studying is going well.” Manon remarked drily, her eyebrow quirked as regarded the forgotten books at the foot of Elide’s bed.

Elide shrugged, pulling the spoon from her mouth. “I got distracted.”

Manon snorted. “Uhuh. Well, you have a visitor at the door.”

Elide’s heart jumped into her mouth. “A… a visitor?”

Manon’s arms were crossed. “Yeah and you’re lucky I was downstairs or your bootycall would’ve had to climb to your window. He’s still at the door, I told him to wait. He’s pretty hot though.”

Before Elide could say anything, Manon turned on her heel and walked out. Elide could barely process what was happening. Who could possibly have showed up at her sorority house at midnight? Aedion? The thought came and she dismissed it, not wanting to hope that her high school love had crawled back to her.

She quickly cleaned her room, shoving the books that had fallen off under her bed, snapping her laptop closed and placing it on her desk. Elide was decently cleanly, so that was the only thing out of place. She swooped up the pint of ice cream and rushed back downstairs. After depositing it back in the freezer, Elide padded to the door.

Her heart was racing in her chest as she fussed over her messy hair- pulling it down from the pony tail so it could sweep down her back. Elide was grateful she’d just done laundry and could answer the door in her favorite Gamma Phi Epsilon tank top and short pajama shorts.

Before she died of a heart attack, Elide swung open the door- and froze. She let out a small strangled gasp, eyes raking over the towering figure standing on the porch of the sorority house. Lorcan Salvaterre looked down-right rugged in black jeans and a fitted long-sleeve shirt that showed off every delightful curve of muscle on his body.

He gave her an almost nervous grin. “Elide Lochan?”

“Yes?” Elide squeaked, gripping the door out of fear her knees would give out.

Shocking her, Lorcan swept into a bow. “I’m here to make your wish come true.” Elide’s breath slipped out between her lips and she noticed that cartons tucked under Lorcan’s arm. Egg cartons. When he straightened, Lorcan looked her over with almost hungry eyes. “If we’re going to go out, you should probably put on something warmer. Here,” He pulled a dark form that had been hanging from his arm too and tossed it at her.

Elide caught it mostly out of reflex, smelling firewood and merlot. She almost dropped when she realized what it was- Lorcan’s hoodie. The smell was from him.  She was gaping at it, disbelieving eyes switching from the hoodie in her hands to gorgeous man standing before her.

Lorcan’s eyebrow lifted. “Well? Are we going to do this or what?”

Elide caught her bottom lip between her teeth before she could say ‘You can do me, that’s for sure’. “Um… you’re serious?” She found herself saying instead.

Lorcan’s thick eyebrows furrowed, a cute v appearing in his forehead. “Of course, I’m making you a member of my pack.”

Elide sputtered, heat curling in her body at the words and the rough voice he used to say them. “Why?” She was breathless and utterly confused.

Lorcan’s large shoulders shrugged, but his eyes were clear. “Because you’re beautiful and I don’t understand why your ex would break up with you.”

A blush creeped over Elide’s cheeks. She suddenly couldn’t meet his eyes. “I’ll um… I’ll go put on some pants and be right down.” Lorcan nodded, but Elide stepped aside. “You’re welcome to wait in the living room.” She peeked a glance up at him to find Lorcan’s keen gaze still on her. He followed her inside, taking in the large space.

Although there were nearly 200 girls in the sorority, only a select few were given the opportunity to live in the house. Well that and it took every bill Elide had just to afford it. Even though it would be cheaper to find roommates and live off-campus, Elide preferred the convenience.

Elide raced up the stairs to change, pressing her back into her door as she puzzled over the situation she’s found herself in. Lorcan Salvaterre was here. He was waiting downstairs. He came to help her egg Aedion’s house. Elide’s thoughts whirled. Could she actually go through with it? Well damn it to hell, she wasn’t about to let this golden opportunity to pass her by.

Elide dragged on a pair of black sweatpants over her shorts and after thoroughly smelling the hoodie pulled it over her head. Then she checked her pace going down the stairs, not content with savoring every moment of this fantasy right out of her dreams.

Lorcan was right where she’d left him and smiled up at Elide when she descended the stairs. As they left the sorority house, Lorcan pulled her arm through his so she was tight against his side. “So,” he murmured down to her. “where does this idiot ex live?”

Elide pulled him in the right direction. “Aedion is a member of the Kappa Xi’s, so he lives in their frat house. It’s a short walk down Greek Row.”

But Lorcan was smiling. “Figures. All Kappa Xi’s are assholes.”

Elide blinked up at him. “How do you know?”

He grins down at her, bright teeth flashing in the darkness. “I attended school here.”

Elide gaped. She hadn’t known this. “You went to TU?” She breathed as they walked arm in arm down the sidewalk. Lorcan guided her over the cracks and holes like a pro, truly revealing that he had indeed spent time on Greek Row.

“I graduated two years ago.”

Elide gave a small frown. “But that would’ve meant you were in college while shooting the show.”

Lorcan whistled low. “Yeah, it wasn’t easy. Had to take mostly online classes because we were traveling so much. I almost didn’t graduate on time.” His dark eyes met hers, face mostly shadowed and hard to read. “And you’re a freshman now?”

Elide shrugged. “It’s my first year at TU, but I’m technically a sophomore now because I had dual-enrollment credits coming in.”

Lorcan’s eyes widened as if he were impressed. Elide fought the urge to blush again when he said, “You must be incredibly smart.” She gave a noncommittal shrug and they lapsed into silence. Eventually, Lorcan asked, “So what happened between you and this Aedion? If you don’t mind my asking?”

Elide’s mouth pursed, but the familiar ache in her chest didn’t bloom at the sound of his name. “We’d been dating for two years when he texted me out of the blue saying he wanted to break up. Never really gave me a reason why, but early tonight a friend I follow on Instagram posted a photo of the two of them.”

Lorcan’s scowl was illuminated as they passed under a streetlamp. “What an asshole.” Elide murmured her agreement. “What made you ask me for help?”

Elide snorted. “I didn’t really ask for help. It was more of a joke. I hadn’t expected that you would… you know… actually show up.” She fiddled with her hands in front of her- a nervous habit.

Lorcan stopped, taking Elide’s hands in his and turning her to face him. She trailed her eyes up his broad chest until they met his serious eyes. Elide’s heart thrummed low in her chest, a piece of her wanting to trail her fingers over the stubble on his chin. “Are you unhappy that I came?”

Elide’s head shook side to side of its own accord. “No! I’m actually thrilled. I’ve…” she was embarrassed to admit it, staring at her feet as she continued, “been a fan of yours for a while.”

One of Lorcan’s eyebrows shot up. “Really?”

Elide’s face warmed considerably despite the chilly air. “Well, yeah.” She couldn’t meet his eyes.

After a beat that Elide wished for nothing more than to sink into the floor, Lorcan said, “I think I’m a fan of yours as well, Elide.” His voice was quiet but earnest.

Elide’s eyes whipped up to his, shock making her dumb. “What? But I’m not… I’m not famous. You don’t know anything about me…”

Lorcan merely shrugs. “I’d like to.” Elide was at a loss of words. Lorcan fumbled on. “But first… let’s egg Aedion’s car. It’ll make you feel better.” His grin was wicked and Elide could only follow after him.

~~~

The Kappa Xi’s frat house was the last on the lane, Aedion’s bright yellow Camaro stark out front. Elide pointed it out to Lorcan, who merely grinned in response. “Time to get to work.” He said with a killer expression.

By the time they were done, Aedion’s car was gracefully covered in almost invisible egg whites and egg yolks. Lorcan surveyed his handiwork, standing next to Elide, but Elide only had eyes for him. When he glanced over and noticed her stare, Lorcan cocked his head to the side. “Feeling better about it all?”

“Yeah.” Elide breathed. “But not because of the car.”

Lorcan opened his mouth to ask something, but a light flicked on in the house’s living room. “Quick!” Lorcan hissed, pulling Elide aside to hide behind a gaggle of bushes.

Footsteps sounded on the Kappa Xi porch then a voice calling out, “Hello?” It was a male voice Elide didn’t recognize. Lorcan’s finger pressed against her mouth, the warmth making her lips tingle. After a second, the footsteps sounded again and the front door closed.

Lorcan grinned at Elide and she was struck again by just how beautiful he was. Lorcan’s features could’ve been carved from marble, the cut of his jaw capable of slicing diamonds. They paused, staring at one another. Elide breathed shallowly as Lorcan’s thumb moved from her mouth to her cheek and swept her hair behind her ear.

Feeling too warm and awkward, she started, “I should-” Elide went to stand, but her foot got caught in the long pantleg. She bit back her yelp, grappling onto Lorcan’s arm to try to keep her balance. But Elide went back, taking Lorcan with her.

When Elide opened her eyes again, Lorcan’s weight was pressing into her, face hovering inches above her own. “Lorcan.” She breathed, eyes wide.

Lorcan gazed down at her, untold emotions in his eyes. Without wasting a beat, he swooped down and captured Elide’s lips with his own.

Elide’s hand squeezed his arm as the heated kiss rocked her senses. One of Lorcan’s hands got lost in her hair while the other tilted her chin to give him better access. When his tongue grazed her bottom lip, Elide gasped- giving him entrance. Their tongues danced and Elide’s body burned. Lorcan’s hand on her chin fell to along her shoulder then down her side until it landed on her hip.

Then he pulled back, panting. “Tell me to stop. Tell you don’t want it and I’ll stop.”

Elide was panting too, unfamiliar with the heat that curled in her core. “I want you. I want you more the air I breathe.” She reached her hands up to caress his cheeks, the stubble tickling her skin.

Lorcan’s eyes widened at that but he shook his head. “Not here, not in the grass.”

“My room, at the house.” It was all the encouragement he needed, using his grace and bulk to lift them both on their feet. Then they practically sprinted back to the sorority house.

Finally alone in Elide’s room, Lorcan pressed Elide into the door. With barely a jerk of his arms, Lorcan’s hoodie was up and over her head- discarded somewhere across the room. He resumed their kiss and Elide moaned into his mouth as his hands trailed down her body. His large hands cupped her breasts and Elide arched into him.

Lorcan kneaded them for only a moment before continuing on, finding the waistband of Elide’s sweatpants. On his knees before her, Lorcan gazed up at her with obvious lust in his eyes. Elide only nodded, letting Lorcan peel the pants off her- taking the shorts with it.

Left in only her panties, Elide felt self-conscious. Her hands came up to cover her crotch and Lorcan looked confused. He stood slowly, regarding her. “Have you been with a man before?” He asked.

Elide bit the inside of her cheek. “Yes, but not… you. You’re…” She couldn’t think of a word that accurately described him, so she settled on, “an Adonis.”

“Elide.” Lorcan’s head tilted to the side, her name on his lips sending chills over her skin. He pressed his mouth into the crook of her neck. “You. Are. Ravishing.” He said each word with a kiss for emphasis. Elide shook her head no to which Lorcan viciously pressed his lips to hers- devouring her. “Let me prove it to you. Let me make love to you.” His voice was scarce over a whisper as he obviously battled for control.

Elide placed her hands on his covered chest and Lorcan got rid of the garment. Her eyes were wide as he beheld his toned skin and deep grooves of muscle. A Greek hunk indeed. Ever so slowly, Elide leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Lorcan’s sternum. A whistle of breath between his teeth was Elide’s only sign to continue.

She roamed her hands over his heated skin, loving the feel of him and barely believing it was actually him. Keeping her eyes on his, she planted kisses over his chest then a little lower to his abdomen. His skin tasted divine and Elide began to crave more.

She sunk lower, letting her tongue loll into Lorcan’s belly button and swirl. Lorcan cursed, hands coming up to grip her hair but made no other movement. Elide continued her tongue and kiss assault to the wide expanse of his hips, leaving little bites on the tan skin just above his waistline.

With fumbling fingers, Elide reached up to stabilize herself on Lorcan’s thighs, digging her fingers into the dark denim. She was now on her knees before him, staring up at his gaze that read very clearly what Lorcan wanted to do to her.

Before she lost her courage, Elide ran her tongue over the obvious bulge in Lorcan’s jeans- eliciting a tight curse and groan. “Fuck, Elide.” Lorcan’s hands twirled in her long hair, but didn’t guide her.

Elide reached up and undid his belt, feeling her heart in her throat. She could tell Lorcan wasn’t breathing. Gingerly, she loosened the button and slid the zipper down. Lorcan didn’t rush her as she hooked her fingers in his waistband and began to slide the jeans down.

When he sprang free, Elide nearly choked- her eyes whipping up to catch Lorcan’s satisfied expression. Aedion had been average, she thought… but Lorcan… Elide didn’t know whether he would fit inside her- mouth or otherwise.

She wrapped her hand around the hardened length and Lorcan exhaled, watching her every movement.  “Are you alright?” He asked after her clear hesitation.

Elide pursed her lips, embarrassment coloring her cheeks. “I’ve um… never been particularly good at this… sort of thing. I don’t want to disappoint you.”

Lorcan’s eyes flashed. “As long as my cock is in your mouth, Elide, I can die a happy man.”

Elide giggled and steeled her nerves, flicking her wrist the way Manon said men liked. Lorcan cursed, so Elide did it again, running tongue along the tip- already slick with his arousal. Lorcan’s hands tightened in her hair, but didn’t force her to go deeper. Elide quickened the motion with her hand, taking more of him into her mouth at the same time. She sucked softly, careful to keep her teeth sheathed behind her lips.

In a moment of bravery, Elide pulled back to draw her tongue along the entire underside of him- balls to tip. Lorcan groaned loudly and his eyes flared. “If you do that again, I might come.”

Elide hid her grin and took him back into her mouth, placing both hands on either side of his crotch. Lorcan’s cock hit the back of her throat and she gagged but didn’t release, sucking harder. Instead, she bobbed her head up and down, humming lightly. With a glance up, she could see Lorcan’s head tilted back in ecstasy.

Elide dragged her nails down Lorcan’s thighs and the man moaned. “Elide, if you don’t stop…” She didn’t, drawing back enough to wrap one hand around him to squeeze. Both of Lorcan’s hands were in her hair now. Elide sucked, running her tongue over and along him until finally Lorcan gasped- shooting his release down her throat.

Elide pulled back, licking the tip clean, before glancing up at him. Lorcan was staring down at her. Nervous energy thrummed through and she started, “I’m sorry if I-” Lorcan didn’t let her finish the statement before he dragged her up by her arms and molded his mouth on hers. His hands latched him to her, flowing down her body until they found her ass. Lorcan kneaded and squeezed before lifting Elide up as if she weighed nothing and taking her to the bed.

Without breaking their kiss, Lorcan laid her down- radiating heat over her body as his weight pressed her into the mattress. His hands found the hem of her tank top and began to push it up and they were forced to part. Elide was gasping, but Lorcan pulled back. “Can I bind your hands with this?” He was needy and breathless and Elide only nodded, practically vibrating with heat.

Lorcan looped the top around one of Elide’s wrist, twisting the fabric before slinging it around one of the wide slats in Elide’s headboard. He secured her wrist in the other side. It was by no means tight, but it gave Elide something to grab and kept her hands over her head.

Now naked in just her panties before him, Lorcan stared down at her. With a wicked gleam in his eyes, he said, “I plan to worship you, Elide.” Elide practically convulsed at the words- nowhere near anything Aedion had ever said to her. Lorcan pressed a quick kiss to her lips before starting down her body. One of his hands trailed over her hip where Elide’s thighs were pressed tightly together and the other was at her breast. His thumb flicked over her pert nipple and Elide almost screamed. Lorcan delighted in her reaction, his mouth trailing over her collarbones before finding its place at her other breast.

Elide writhed beneath his ministrations, fists clutching the fabric of the top that held her. Lorcan tongue swirled one nipple while his thumb and forefinger rolled the other. It was almost too much, the molten lava threatening to rip through Elide’s insides.

Lorcan’s teeth clamped onto her nipple and Elide had to bite her lip on the moan that would’ve woken the entire household. Thankfully, Lorcan continued on, planting kisses down her tensed stomach. He shot her a grin before swirling his tongue around her belly button. “Lorcan!” Elide gasped out, practically shaking with need.

Lorcan tsked at her, following the same path she’d made on his skin, but unlike hers, his kisses and nips left small marks on her skin. “You’re so pale.” Lorcan murmured, tongue rolling over his lips. “I love making your skin flush.”

Elide pulled at her restraints, hips nearly bucking off the bed. Lorcan crawled lower, hands running over her thighs. Elide’s skin turned numb at his touch, her muscles relaxing as he coaxed her legs apart. Lorcan hooked his fingers in her panties and began to slowly draw them down her legs.

When they were fully off and Elide’s legs spread for him, Lorcan’s eyes burnished. “Oh, Elide, you’re so wet for me.” He used a finger to caress her entrance, but didn’t push into her. Elide whined as Lorcan brought the finger back up to his mouth and sucked on it. “Divine.” Lorcan breathed and nestled himself between her thighs.

“Please, Lorcan.” Elide’s eyes scrunched shut as he softly blew on her sensitive clit and slipped a single finger inside her.

“What do you want, baby?” His words were rough, demanding, as he pumped one finger in and out in a torturous pace.

“You, please, now.” She could barely get the words out.

“As you wish.” Lorcan added a second finger and Elide mewled, the fingers curved to hit that special place inside her.

Her breath coming in pants, she said again, “Lorc-AH!” She moaned out the last syllable as Lorcan’s wicked tongue lapped at her clit and he pushed a third finger into her, picking up the pace. Elide’s back was arched off the bed, hips gyrating against his mouth. It took barely three swirls of his tongue before Elide was convulsing around him, moaning out her release.

Lorcan’s fingers pulled out and Elide whined but found his weight back over her and his fingers now at her lips. “Suck.” He commanded, dark eyes hooded, and Elide took his fingers into her mouth and tasted her own arousal coating them. Lorcan purred at the sight, pulling Elide’s hands free from their fabric prison. She immediately brought them into his hair and pulled his mouth down to hers. Elide’s kiss was demanding and intense, Lorcan answering in kind.

At the same time, he spread her legs wider and ran his cock over her folds. Elide bit down on Lorcan’s lip and he entered her in a quick thrust. “Fuck!” Lorcan growled, hips molded to Elide’s, but he didn’t move again. Elide’s fingernails dug into the skin of Lorcan’s shoulders, but she tipped her head back to revel in the fullness. No, Lorcan was nothing like Aedion, she decided. Lorcan’s lips trailed over her jaw, breath tickling her skin. “You okay? Can I move?” Elide nodded because her voice wasn’t working.

When Lorcan began to move, Elide lost all common sense. He rocked his hips into her, setting up an even rhythm that left her gasping.

Lorcan’s fingers dug into her hips as he hissed. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” He plunged into her, over and over again until Elide could barely remember her own name. Lorcan pushed one of her thighs up to her chest so that her ankle met his shoulder, the other hand finding its way to her clit. Elide gasped out his name, not sure if she could take much more. She was climbing again, legs tensing as Lorcan didn’t tire.

Then all at once he stopped and, in a smooth motion, flipped Elide onto her stomach. Lorcan drew her knees up so her ass was in the air and before another heartbeat could pass, he was buried in her again. Elide’s hands flew to brace herself on the headboard so she didn’t fly into it. Lorcan’s speed picked up now and Elide was shaking. “Please.” She bit out between pants of much needed air. “Don’t stop.”

Lorcan growled, hand coming up to grip her hair and pull her head back. “Are you on birth control?”

Elide couldn’t nod, so she gasped out, “Yes.”

“Good.” Lorcan thrust in particularly deeply and Elide had to fight to remain on her knees. “Because I’m about to come inside you.”

Elide couldn’t reply, words failing her as Lorcan pulled her back tighter against him. One hand still in her hair, the other found Elide’s bundle of nerves again. Elide wrapped her arms back around his neck to grip his hair, feeling herself near the top of her climax. “Lorcan… please… I’m so close.”

Lorcan’s breath was hot in her ear as he growled. “Come for me, baby.” Just the demand alone sent Elide over the edge, and as she tightened around him, Lorcan fell with her.

They collapsed to the bed and Elide thought she was spent, but Lorcan pulled out of her and flipped her back over. “Lorcan.” She murmured, exhausted, as his intentions became clear. “I don’t think I can-” She never finished the sentence.

Lorcan tongue was at her folds, tasting their combined juices, as his fingers pinched her clit. That wicked tongue pushing into her, Elide latched onto his hair and pushed his head closer. Still so sensitive from her last orgasm, Elide didn’t think it possible but her legs were again tensing. Lorcan’s tongue was relentless, fingers downright punishing. And then she was falling again, down and down into that endless pool of pleasure Lorcan had given her. Elide would’ve screamed if her voice hadn’t been hoarse.

After drawing out the orgasm for her as much as he could, Lorcan pulled back- his chin and mouth dripping. Elide’s chest heaved and she grasped her hands together over her stomach.  She eyed him. “Satisfied?”

Lorcan’s answering grin was mischievous and Elide pulled her legs closed, but he said, “Yes, quite,” He flopped down on his side and drew her up against his hulking form. In her ear, he continued, “and you?”

Elide nodded, but suddenly shivered. As if able to read her, Lorcan lifted them up and threw the covers aside before laying back down. Elide snuggled into the hungrily, before gazing over at Lorcan who looked unsure. She placed a hand on his cheek, the question in her eyes.

Instead, he asked a question of his own, in a nervous tone Elide had yet to hear from him, “Is it alright if I stay?”

Elide let out a breath of relief, leaning closer until her mouth was at his ear. “If you stay, we can do that again in the morning.” Elide plopped back onto her pillows with a grin, pulling the covers up to her chin.

Lorcan’s head tilted to the side, but he got under the covers.  It wasn’t until he’d flicked off her nightstand lamp and drawn her against his body in the darkness that he replied, “I think I’d enjoy that, Elide Lochan.” Elide’s toes curled at the promise and she turned into his body to press a kiss to his lips. In a sultry whisper, Lorcan purred, “Maybe we won’t have to wait that long.” And met her kiss with his own.

#elorcan #elide #lorcan #elide lochan #lorcan salvaterre #throne of glass #tog #fanfic #prompt #writing #my writing #one-shot #i loved this #send more prompts #fluff #no angst #my babies #aelin #rowan #rowan whitethorn

[thisisthestoryofanotherus]

You Left Me- Calum Hood

“Oh, you left me with a broken heart, And now I see what I should've from the startOh, you left me with nothing but a kiss, And now I'm leaving you with these lips” -You Left Me, The Maine (I’m so obsessed with this song rn)

So this is a long one....just warning you. Part of the PR request, this one for Calum!! So hope you guys enjoy...Also this gif is so cute....

You have never really done PR relationships before. As a pretty well known model, of course you've been asked to before, but the most you've done was accompany some actor to an awards show. That was a PR date, you've never done anything like faking an entire relationship. How did that even work anyway? You weren't sure. You didn't even know who the guy was that you were supposed to "date". All that you knew was that he was a famous artist who never really had his relationships in the public eye. His management wanted to change this, give something for the fans to talk about. Everything else was hush-hush, other than the fact both your management and his said you both would be a good match. Whatever that meant.

All of that was about to change however, because the contracts seem to finally come through, and you were now going to meet your new "boyfriend" for the next three weeks.

You walked into the conference room, where the final arrangements were going to be met.

"Miss Y/n! Nice to meet you. I'm Cal's manager. Please have a seat he will be here shortly." A man in a suit said, gesturing for you to take a seat.

You sat down while your managers talked, beginning to finalize everything while you waited on "Cal". They were speaking legal jargon, so you didn't really catch much of what was said. All you knew was that now everything was done contract wise. The only thing left to do was your part. Pictures, dates, events, etc for at least the next three weeks. Great. Now when was Cal going to get here. Was that his name, or short for something. What could it be short for anyway?

Just then a tanned, muscular figure, with short black curly hair walked in. Your eyes caught his deep brown ones. A thousand emotions played through those eyes. Shock, surprise, worry, pain, happiness, uncertainty, sadness…

"Calum?" You said standing up. "That's what 'Cal' is short for?! You've got to be kidding me! No! I…I can't do this…" You stormed out of the room.

Calum rushed out after you, catching your arm in the hall.

"Y/n? You're the model? What? How?"

"What never thought I could be a model?"

"Don't say that…you know I have never thought that"

"Well I don’t know Calum, I truly don't  know how you ever thought of me. It's not like you ever cared. It has been what? Like 3 years?"

"Hey, you left me!"

"And why was that Calum!? You got caught up in the fame. You changed, became someone I didn't even recognize! Someone who only cared about partying. And what was it you told me the night I left? You didn't need me. You never needed me."

He shook his head. "Y/n I-"

"We didn't know you two had met previously" Calum's manager said.

"Look, despite the obvious tension here, Y/n, Calum, you guys did sign a contract. I'm sorry we weren't aware of any previous history, but you guys will just have to get over it for the next few weeks. Agreed?"

You gave a bitter laugh, and Calum clenched his jaw.

"Fine" You both muttered.

"Alrighty then. Well we have your first date planned for next week, we'll send you both the details"

And with that they were gone, and you both were left alone.

"Y/n-"

"Don't even. This will be all over soon, and we'll be out of each others lives for good. Ok?" You said, walking out towards the elevator so you could get far away from that hotel. From him.

******

Sure enough a few days later you received a text message.

Mario's Pizza. 7pm. Tomorrow night.

Well that was short and to the point. Oh well, guess you really didn't need to know much more. You decided to go shopping, you needed a new dress for tomorrow nights "date". Ugh. You weren't looking forward to this, but there was no way in hell you wouldn't look your best. Show that asshole all he gave up on.

The next night you arrived 5 minutes late, since Calum used to always show up about 10 minutes late. No use in sitting at the table by yourself longer than you had to. When the hostess led you to your table, you were surprised to find Calum already there. Not only there, but with a bouquet of roses too. Once he saw you, he stood up, and went to pull out your seat. Once you sat down, he held out the flowers to you. You eyed them warily.

"Who are you and what have you done with Calum?"

"I thought you'd like them…" He said looking down, but still had his hand out, waiting for you to take the roses.

"If you're trying to kiss and makeup it's not gonna work Cal" You said, trying to ignore him. He continued standing there though. You sighed and took the flowers. "Thanks"

"Of course" He said sitting back down.

"You're early"

"Well I couldn't be late now could I?"

"Never seemed that way before"

You were interrupted when the waiter came to your table, and took your orders. You both quickly ordered, and didn't speak much until your food arrived.

You had just started eating when Calum cleared his throat.

"Hey smile would you?" He asked you.

You looked up and saw his phone out, camera pointing straight towards you.

"Instagram?" You asked instantly smiling, knowing your manager would kill you if you didn't.

"Snapchat actually"

You frowned. "Please tell me you did not put a filter on my face"

He just smiled and shrugged.

"Calum I swear-"

"You'll have to check yourself"

You sighed and pulled out your phone. You checked his snapchat and sure enough there was a picture of you, with the dog filter. And the caption puppy love. Could be worse.

"Wow…actually a good picture…"

He chuckled.

"What?" you asked, as he continued laughing.

"You follow me on snapchat?"

"What? Of course. I added you a few days ago, we're supposed to be dating right? I added you on most platforms. You didn't notice?" This was half true. The snap account you were using was more like a fake one, where you could follow people without them knowing who you were. Like Calum for instance, who you kept tabs on. But on all your public accounts, you added him recently.

"Oh." He said, not fully believing what you said. He always could sense when you were lying. Some things never change.

"Your turn" You said, quickly switching accounts to your public and holding up your phone.  Unlike him, you weren't feeling as kind. You quickly searched through the filter until you found the perfect one.

"Done?" He asked as you set your phone down.

"Let me see"

"No. Guess you'll just have to look yourself"

He rolled his eyes but checked his phone anyway. He laughed and shook his head as he saw some alien filter on him, with the caption 'this date is out of this world'.

"Cheesy as ever"

"You follow me on snap?" You teased.

"Of course. Always have followed you on everything Y/n. I'm surprised you didn't notice" He raised his hand for the check. While his head was turned you took another picture for insta, side-shots of Calum always looked good. You simply put a heart then posted it. You thought he deserved one good picture. You tagged him, and you heard his phone go off. He picked his phone and looked confused as he saw the picture, then he smiled.

"Ready to go?"

You simply nodded.

He insisted on walking you home, despite yourself you agreed.  Thank goodness you weren't far.

You reached your building when he grabbed your hand.

"What?" You asked.

"Y/n I have to tell you-"

"Calum I don’t wanna hear it. This night was good so just leave it at that!"

"No I can't. I have to tell you."

"Cal-"

"Y/n I’m sorry. I never meant anything I said that night, I was drunk and stupid and I….I never expected you to leave me like that. That's not an excuse I know. I felt terrible after that. It broke my heart to see you go, because I needed you Y/n…I needed you so much. I realized that right away. I was so stupid…"

"You didn't even call or anything Calum. How sorry could you have been? I'm still convinced you never even loved me. That what we had meant nothing and-"

"You deserved better. Far better than me. I'd hope you'd find it. But here we are, you still get caught up with me…"

You turned your head, feeling the tears coming down your face. He moved closer, putting his hand on the side of your face, turning your head so you looked at him.

"And Y/n….I did love you, in fact I still love you. There's no one else like you Y/n…no other girl could compare. I fucked up once before and I can't let anything like that happen again"

"What are you trying to say Cal?"

"I don't want to have a pretend anything. Can we make this real? Can you give me one last chance? Please Y/n, I promise I'm not the same guy you walked out on that night, and I never will be. Just one chance…that's all I ask…"

You looked up into his chocolate brown eyes, so full of love and fear of rejection.

"I better not regret this…" You said, bringing his lips to yours.

**********

That was fun haha. Hope you guys liked it!! Post every Monday, and requests always open! Thanks for reading- Lydia

#calum hood #calum 5sos #calum hood imagine #calum hood one shot #calum hood imagines #5sos #5 seconds of summer #5sos one shot #5sos imagine #5sos imagines #luke hemmings #ashton irwin #michael clifford #you left me

[unamedie]

Travelling to Asia.

Travelling to Asia was nothing but an absolutely shitshow. Travelling in general was pretty shitty. No kidding, we all fantasize over the idea of travelling, and so-called “finding ourselves” which was EXACTLY what I was going after. As a matter of fact, I was finding myself … except in stressful situations I wish I hadn’t faced. Surely travelling gives you a whole new perspective of the world - I’m not taking that shit away. That shit is too true. However, hours upon hours of travelling allows me to overthink every situation I could possibly face, like being in the plane that randomly disappears into the Bermuda Triangle. Though, not really, because none of my flights went near the said triangle. But who the fuck knew. Triangles symbolize the illuminati according to my mom and many people had triangles on their phones cases, shoes. I don’t fucking know. Fuck, maybe their foreheads had triangles like that Taylor Swift meme that went viral of a triangle obviously Snapchat-drawn on her forehead with the caption, “illuminati confirmed.” Or knowing the dumb person that I am, I could’ve been that guy who loses his passport, or ticket, and is unable to fly back home. So yes, it does give me a new perspective on how shitty life actually is. Yay travels. (Shit, they honestly need emojis on Word, because that was totally an opportune time to use the emoji with the rolling eyes. Or the brown guy in blue giving himself a facepalm, because God/Allah/Buddha knows that is me a hundred percent of the time.) Also, nobody gave me a heads up on how tough it is, quite surprisingly, to be travelling while being in a relationship. Beyond the cheesiness of relationships and love. Let’s get real here. You get horny on a thirteen hour plane ride thinking of your significant other, or Harry Styles - same thing for me, actually - and your body, timezone-confused and already jetlagged, gets a morning wood. Or an afternoon one, maybe? Whichever it is, wood of any kind is not good when you’re alone. I mean, ‘Love Myself’ by Hailee Steinfeld is a thing after all, but how much can you realistically love yourself in an aeroplane? If anything, you just start to hate yourself because you forgot to bring that book you thought you wouldn’t read on the plane ride. Trust me, the ride drags on and on, and starts to get overwhelmingly boring a solid five minutes after take-off. Bring that book to not only rid of boredom, but also kinkiness. *winks* Regardless of relationship status, that is a problem all of us should be aware of. (I am glad and feel quite liberated that I am able to speak of this candidly. Hey, it’s normal. Unless of course you’re that person who loves yourself 5 times a day. Buddy, I even hope you have a toy for that. Or not. Get yourself some solid biceps bruh.) Other than problems like that, however, the cheesiness of it all does manage to stay afloat. You begin to miss the sound of their voice, the warmth of their skin and touch, and the security they assure. Thank these clouds I am looking at right now on my flight to Manila for the advancements of technology. Communication is crucial, and video chats and Snapchat to know they’re happy, well, and most importantly alive, are essentials at this point. This, of course, also includes all your closest friends and everyone you hold dear at heart. On the other hand, with all the lows of travelling, you also get yourself a view of the high. You begin to realize what and where home is to and for you. The situation for me was rather confusing though, because I am a born-and-raised-in-Singapore Filipino who resides in Canada, and also an almost-Canadian Filipino going for a vacation in Singapore and the Philippines (and Malaysia, possibly Indonesia, and/or Thailand(?), but that’s besides the point.) It’s pretty interesting too, because I am home away from home. First and second home away from third home. The three homes being Singapore, the Philippines, and Canada accordingly. I am reminded of what and who is important to me - things, matters, and people I might take for granted on a normal day at the place I only recently called home. Canada is my new home, and as far as the future is concerned, I am going to be here for quite a long while. And this is far from what we are discussing at this moment, but I cannot wait to be a Canadian citizen. Holy shit, I’d do anything to attain one of the most powerful passports in the world (behind the Singaporean passport, of course. Hehe.), and hopefully hold a dual citizenship between Canada and the Philippines. I haven’t had time to proofread everything I’ve typed so far, but please be aware that I am currently wifi-less and my vocabulary is limited because I can’t easily access a thesaurus. Well, I mean I guess it just is limited in general with wifi or without. That aside, travelling and the feelings it has inflicted on me has inspired me even more to grow and allow myself to experience things I never thought I wanted to. I am now more inspired, and actually quite excited to let myself discover the greats and the terribles of life. I have very recently started to write words my heart yearns to say in the form of poetry. And I eventually want to put melodies to them. The art that is travelling gives you so many different metaphors in life that aren’t visible to the naked eye, and gives you the opportunity to witness the parallels of life. Here is one I had written on my first flight: 

“The imperfections of the ocean / And the racing of the tides / Remind me of your reflection / On all four sides.” 

I realize I’m not a poet, but these simple words could one day have a little ring to them. Who knows. Anyways, this plane ride is so draggy and it already is one of, if not the shortest flight I am going to be on throughout my entire journey. The pilot just said we’re arriving Manila 15 minutes earlier than scheduled. This is the best thing to happen to me. The smile that I have on my face right now is as big as the space between Canada and Singapore, or I guess Manila. Such a first world problem, but riding aeroplanes are boring as fuck and the food is boring and the rice is always either over or undercooked. And like I said, travelling people are stressed people and I won’t be able to handle their stress on top of mine. I guess this is where this journal post ends. Only day 4 out of 30 and I already have so many stories to tell. And thanks for making it through to this post, it only means you love me or even hate me, but hey either way that means I am on your mind. If you read of all of this, comment the black heart emoji on my Instagram post. If you’re an Android user, just say “black heart emoji”. All the love!

#travels #paul amante

[caeleighsims]

FINAL SCRIPT

(signs to direct him to the room)

Sign on the door (studio sign?)

Name plackets on the table for each “expert”

Cheesy music playing

2. Roll intro to our “show”

Rebeccas’s welcome

“Hi, hello and welcome back to your annual transmission of Good Morning, AMFI.  My name is Rebecca and I'll get this show on the road! I am very happy to welcome all of you and very excited to announce that today‘s talk is about ... Fabulous Fashion Mags!

Aren’t you sick and tired of buying the same old glossy magazines? Of seeing the same covers, photoshoots, brands and even models all the damn time?

Well, we are! Today in the house, live, on screen and in color: representatives of this year’s issue of GARMENT! If you don't know Garment Magazine, it’s time to get an editorial update! The magazine is annually relaunched, honoring a single garment at a time. This issue treats SCARVES as royalty from the cover 'til the very end. Next to the representatives of Garment, we have a special guest over today.

“My sources tell me, that this year's issue is, next to the scarf, all about wittiness and having fun! The status quo is questioned, humor is used as coping mechanism, and the content is putting boring stereotypes into a new spotlight.. Sounds fun, right?

But before we dive into details, I’d like to welcome our panel of Garmenteers!

Please put your hands together for Xenia, the Editor in Chief, Milembe, who makes sure the magazine is printed to perfection! And Caeleigh, curator of all the knee-slapping content found on Garment’s Social Media!”

PAUZE & APPLAUSE  

***Xenia, Milembe, Caeleigh enter***

So Xenia, welcome, you are joining us on screen because you are managing the entire magazine from another part of the globe! ** XENIAS SAYS HELLO** As I mentioned every generation of the magazine revolves around one garment. This year you chose the scarf, an interesting choice if you ask me...what made the scarf the perfect garment for the 2020 issue??”

Xenia: “Even though you might think the scarf is one of the simplest garments that exists, it is actually incredibly versatile. Tell me, do you know of any other garment that you can wear around your neck, on your head, around your waist… literally anywhere. Next to its versatility, the scarf is also a great carrier of meaning. It is basically a fashionable, wearable banner. A scarf communicates, whether this is cultural, religious or empowering matters. A scarf can literally say it all! Besides that, the scarf has been the hottest topic on the catwalks this season, haven”t you seen?”

Rebecca: “I see. So, the scarf can actually send out powerful messages. I understand that your message to the readers is to question the status quo, while having fun. How did you find this approach, and how did you translate the ‘having fun’ part of the brand?”

Xenia: Aren’t we all tired of the humdrum and monotony we are fed by typical glossy magazines? We wanted a fresh take and make it entertaining! By doing this we want to challenge the reader and create awareness among them so they can recognize the stereotypes themselves, and think about how we can do it differently. How are we making sure there’s fun involved? I’ve got one magic word…PARODY. We are playing with the exaggeration of stereotypes, we make them absurd and hilarious. So while having a laugh, we make you wonder: Why are all these ridiculous clichés the norm for magazines at the moment? And why don’t we play around with it more often instead of staying stuck on the same content all the time?”

Rebecca: “I like that! But why do you think we need this now? What makes it so…2020?”

Xenia: “Have you been on social media at all? Hahahaha. When COVID-19 broke out the only thing I saw on there were all these memes about our ridiculous behavior. Even though you might think it’s risky to make fun of a situation like that, I am sure we all secretly laughed. And it actually made me reconsider our behavior. I realized that I don’t actually need to stack up on toilet paper, it’s just straight up absurd! I think that especially now, in times of meme-culture, our target group needs a dose of humor in order to cope with and challenge the crazy, stereotypical ideas that are out there. So yes, I think our magazine concept is very 2020!”

Rebecca: “An interesting outlook, very in line with the Zeitgeist. You made a comment about COVID-19. You’re creating and printing a magazine in times of isolation and social distancing, while the whole team is sprinkled all over the globe! How has this affected your way of working?”

Xenia: “Obviously it was a little, WELL, no, actually very, different from what we expected, but we made the best out of it!! I see the whole team on the screen and communicate via digital platforms, although quite unfamiliar at the beginning, worked out well for us. I would like to give out a special thanks to the team for adapting that fast, since it can be hard communicating when we don’t get to see each other physically. Next to communication, of course, there were some difficulties with getting productions done, such as photoshoots and interviews. But we managed to create all content within the safety measurements made by the Dutch Government.”

Rebecca: “That is great to hear! I can imagine it was a struggle delivering a magazine with all its expected photoshoots, interviews, and content which needs field research in general.  

Speaking of photoshoots: As we know, the major names in the magazine world, such as Vogue, Elle and Harper’s have their editorials filled with well-known brands, which - spoiler alert - are also their biggest sponsors. I assume that you guys did this differently and that you carefully chose which brands to include in the magazine, am I right?”

Xenia: “Yes, definitely. The fashion in the magazine obviously mostly features AMFI Designers. Besides that, we decided to support young and conscious designers, brands that are commonly seen as ‘unconventional’, vintage clothing and of course some digital fashion! “

Rebecca: “I’m excited to see all the brands and designs in the magazine! One thing makes me curious, how was the process of finding AMFI designers for collaborations?”

Xenia: “It was a struggle sometimes, as we wanted to include current designs and many of the designers weren’t in Amsterdam for us to borrow their creations. On top of that, most of them were pre-occupied with their own Corona worries. However, with helping hands from all departments we were able to reach a good number of designers and used their designs for our shoots and cover.”

Rebecca: “I think it is truly amazing what you guys have managed to create in such wild times. Now, I have been asking myself, Milembe: how on earth do you get a magazine printed during quarantine?”

Milembe: “It sure has been a lot of phone calls and discussions with different print shops. But all is looking good, and our pre-sales are rising daily!”

Rebecca: “Where can I buy mine? It truly sounds like a worthwhile investment, which is important because we are killing trees for it after all. Sustainability is an ever-present topic, and you guys have been taking this very seriously, am I right?  

Milembe: “You can buy the magazine with one of our students or at Athenaeum Boekhandel. We also have a distributor who makes sure the magazine is sold in stores all over Europe.

Sustainability is very important to us indeed. That's why we chose a sustainable printer. They print with sustainable ink, we chose recycled paper and the printer is CO2 neutral. They invest in planting new forests as well. So yeah, I think it’s fair to say that we are trying to take eco-friendly to the next level!”

Rebecca: “Now I don’t know about you, but these experts got me really excited to see this magazine! I think it’s time to stop the talking and start seeing what it looks like! Xenia, I’ll pass the mic onto you, and let’s have a look into this mag!”

6. Xenia walks through the plank

PLEASE FILL IN

8. Explanation of social (ask questions to Caeleigh)

Rebecca: “Well that was very exciting, I can’t wait to get mine delivered! But before it comes to that, I can enjoy all the content you are showing on your social channels! Because yes, Garment has been very active on social media, and dear viewers if u are not following them I strongly advise you do so.

This morning before coming here, I actually did some serious stalking online. When I took a look at the Instagram account of Garment magazine I found all the wit, the fun and the parody representing your magazine. You really got me with the memes, the ironically long list of hashtags and your interactive and surprising stories. I was laughing out loud and tagged all my friends instantly!

So Caeleigh, as the mastermind behind all these productions, can you start with telling me something about all the different social platforms you’re using?

Caeleigh: “As of now we have mainly been active on Instagram. And by posting daily, uploading frequent stories, using hashtags, and creating content that that encourages interaction and reposting, we have managed to steadily grow our following. Other than that, we will soon be making use of IGTV, and posting more frequently on Facebook once we start uploading articles and content onto our website… which just went live today!

Rebecca: “I can imagine it takes a lot of creativity to make all posts for these platforms. How do you come up with the designs for social, the images, the captions, the memes, the gifs and all? In other words, how are you translating the magazine to online?”

Caeleigh: “I think the most important thing for us has been to pay very close attention to the magazine development in the workshops. And we also have people from image, design and text on the Social team that provide great insight into each department. We always use the same colours, fonts, graphic elements and tone of voice to keep it all within the brand. And the magazine has even taken on a couple of ideas of ours as well. Like a horoscopes spread, for example. And finally, every post we upload is either discussed in the workshops, or sent to Xenia and the other leads for approval before going live.”

Rebecca: “It is really great to see how everything comes together like that, giving us a holistic idea of your brand identity. Now I don’t want to spoil things, but I heard some rumors about a Garment reality show… That would definitely be something I have never seen with Garment before!”

Caeleigh: “Yes! definitely something new for us... which is really exciting. We were brainstorming ideas on how we could make our viewers more invested in the process that goes on behind the scenes of Garment Magazine. And instead of just showing snippets of content here and there, we came up with the idea to create a whole storyline for people to follow along, where we introduce them to all the jobs on an editorial team and their role within the company. We decided to embrace the idea of parodying reality television, playing into the tropes of what people consider "fashion people" to be like. Again, inviting our viewers to laugh at the exaggeration of these stereotypes and question how or why they exist.”

Rebecca: “I can’t wait for this!!! How often will it be produced and where can I check it out?”

Caeleigh: “So, we will be filming on June 8, with a crew of 6 actors, a director and a cameraman. We're also getting help from an editor in Toronto. But the bottom line is, you should all expect to see 5 episodes posted bi-weekly, with the last one airing at our launch!”

Rebecca: “A launch event? During quarantine? What can I expect this to look like?!”

Caeleigh: “It's definitely going to be unlike the launches from past years. At first, we bounced back and forth between a couple of online ideas, but since this quarantine has dragged on for so long we've noticed that people are getting really tired of just staring at their screens all day. Now that the laws regarding social distancing have become more lenient, we're planning to use this to our advantage and plan a very small pop-up event. The idea is for it is to be a maze-like event, almost like an art installation, where each section or room is a different theme, in line with the magazine. Expect to see parodies of cliches found at award shows, articles in the magazine brought to life, and an over-the-top Tell-Sell booth at the end where you can purchase your own copy of Garment. Obviously, we'll stay in contact with the RIVM to make sure the protocol is followed properly at all times and people are safe.

Rebecca: “This all sounds very promising, but quite difficult to handle all by yourself. Will you make use of any sponsors or partners?”

Caeleigh: “Yes, of course. We already have our location sponsored, as they are willing to offer a very significant discount on the space. Next to that we've been reaching out to Dutch beverage companies to see if they would be willing to sponsor our event as well. We only just changed the whole launch plan last week, but there's been an impressive amount of progress made already.”

Rebecca: “Thank you Caeleigh, looks like you’ve got it all figured out. Please keep posting and please make sure to send me an invite for the event!”

9. Go over to Milembe

Rebecca: “So, I would like to move over to this lovely lady, the queen of print, Milembe! I understand Garment is quite a big production. Can you tell me precisely how many magazines will be printed?”

Milembe: “We'll print 1250 magazines to be precise. Last year a number of 1500 were printed but quite a lot were left over. Selling this year will be a lot more difficult than last year because of these weird times. This is why we decided that it would be good to slightly reduce the copy count, also keeping sustainability and less waste in mind.”

Rebecca: “Good number! I would definitely be able to get my hands on one of these gems. Right?”

Milembe: “Pre-sales continue to rise despite the extenuating circumstances”

Rebecca: “Wow, that’s great!!! Must help in financing the print, but how else are you handling the finances for the production? Maybe you can give our special guest Dirk a closer look into this?”

*** Milembe hands over the financial overview and shortly explains to Dirk what he can find inside this document ***

10. Sign off “thanks for tuning in / Questions

Rebecca: “Now that we’ve seen every inch of Garment’s scarf issue. From concept, to social media, to finances, I would like to thank you all for joining in. Especially our team of experts and our VIP Dirk! I can’t wait to see the end-product and I hope we got you excited as well! In case our special guest or the audience have any questions, now is the time to ask!”

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