#katie shut up nobody asked

[barcaatthemoon]

flirty || alessia russo x reader ||

you flirt a little with alessia, despite the team's teasing.

you walked into the locker room like you did every other day. for the most part, nobody paid much attention to you aside from a wave here or there. you sat down in your cubby, immediately catching the eye of alessia, who was sat directly across from you. she glanced up at you and waved, which you responded to with a wink and wave of your own. like always, alessia looked away from you extremely flustered.

"careful, you flirt any more and they'll think you're me," katie teased as she nudged you. you rolled your eyes. there were tons of people already drawing comparisions to the two of you. katie mccabe was definitely your best friend on the team, but you didn't think the two of you played all that similarly.

you weren't overly aggressive, you were just stubborn. katie was the one with a shoving problem, one that you often had to pull her back from showing. almost everybody on the team liked to tease katie that she was more whipped for you than she was for her own girlfriend. the jokes didn't really bother you, but they definitely would have if you knew how much they messed with alessia.

that was where the true soft spot for you was. katie was bound to get her ass kicked one day, but you were prolonging it. in all honesty, you were pretty sure you'd actually be the one to do it. you didn't look out for katie the way that you tried to for alessia. that was something that kim and jen had quickly shut down anybody messing with the two of you about. both of them could see the care in your eyes every single time that you looked at her.

"that's funny, i don't remember shrinking six inches and losing all my muscle mass," you joked. katie wound up to hit you, only to be interrupted by kim clearing her throat. "morning kim!"

"good morning (y/n), you seem to be in a good mood," kim noted. you nodded as you started changing into your training kit. you turned your back to katie, and incidentally alessia, whose jaw dropped when she saw the new tattoo you'd gotten.

"what the fuck is that?" katie asked as she rushed over to touch your back. you were glad that you had gotten it a little over a week ago whenever you were on injury leave. katie's fingers poked and prodded at the tattoo, as if she couldn't believe that you had done it. "who the hell is that for?"

"katie, shut up, it looks cool," alessia said as she walked over to the two of you. you shot her a grateful look over your shoulder before you pulled your training kit on.

"thanks less, i'm glad someone has good taste around here," you teased. alessia blushed as your attention was focused solely on her for a second. "walk to the gym with me? you're much better company than mccabe."

"hey!" katie exclaimed.

"i'd like that," alessia said. she let you finish getting ready, surprised when you linked arms with her. you walked ahead of leah, beth, katie, and caitlin. you could feel all of their eyes on you, but you chose to ignore them.

…

"what's the deal with you and lessi?" leah asked as the two of you walked through the parking lot together. you quirked an eyebrow at her, unsure of what she meant. as far as you knew, there was nothing going on between you and alessia. if there was, you really wished that someone would have told you sooner. "you're very flirty, someone might get the idea that you like her."

"a little flirting never hurt anybody," you said. truthfully, it was starting to hurt both you and alessia. you wanted her to take the things that you said seriously, but she always seemed to dismiss it as friendly and jovial remarks.

"you like her though, don't you?" leah asked. you glanced down at your feet as you nodded your head. "talk to her then. i'm sure that she likes you too."

"leah, if she doesn't-," you started, only to be cut off by leah's hand covering your mouth.

"don't think like that, okay? i've seen the way she looks at you, and it's sickening. absolutely disgusting, i can't sit there any longer while the two of you dance around whatever this is. don't ask her out for you, do it for your team, who are all sick and tired of your flirting without getting anywhere," leah said. you knew that she was teasing you, but that she also believed alessia wouldn't reject you.

alessia and leah had a tendency to talk to each other, most likely more about these sorts of things than you did. leah knew why you were so closed off, having remembered your first big heart break. if she was pushing you towards alessia, then it absolutely had to mean something. that was what you told yourself when you made your way towards her apartment after practice was through.

"(y/n)!" ella shouted excitedly, ruining your surprise. alessia quickly turned to face you, a small smile appearing on her face. she seemed somewhat frazzled, most likely by what you assumed was ella's surprise visit. "just the woman we were talking about. come on over, give me a big one, it's been a while."

"you're ridiculous," you laughed. still, you walked over and engulfed ella in the biggest hug you could muster. behind her, you noticed a somewhat sad look on alessia's face. "don't worry, you can have a hug too."

"it's not-," alessia tried to protest, but it was no use. you stood in front of her with your arms open, and alessia walked right into them. she was a bit taller than you, just barely noticeable, but you took full advantage of it. your hug with her lasted longer than yours with ella's, the two of you not wanting to separate. "what are you doing here?"

"i wanted to see you, that's all," you told her. it was sort of a lie, but also so unbelievably true. alessia blushed as she tried to duck away from you. "if you're busy though, i can go back home."

"no, i want you to stay for a while. maybe you could help me with dinner and stay for a movie?" alessia suggested. you nodded, following her inside. ella ended up only staying for a late lunch, leaving you and alessia alone for the majority of the night together. alessia ordered in your favorite while you put on a movie you knew she'd love. "this is nice."

"yeah it is," you agreed. you were cuddled up beneath her arm, feeling warm and safe. you glanced up at her at the same time that she looked down, both of you pausing to look at each other's lips. "careful, if you look at me like that again, i might just have to kiss you."

"i want you to. god, i want it so bad," alessia confessed. you were immediately put into a state of shock as you stared up at alessia. she looked like she wanted to crawl into a hole, and as she started to move away, you sprung into action.

"i want to kiss you too. i've wanted to since the euros," you told her. alessia looked surprised. the euros was really the first camp where the two of you had played together. before then, you'd only been competitors, which hadn't left much room for making friends.

"will you kiss me?" alessia asked nervously. you nodded, moving up to press a feather-light kiss to her lips. it was supposed to be a peck on the lips, but alessia grabbed onto your face to deepen it. she pulled you further onto her lap, holding you against her with no intention of letting you go. "stay the night."

"that's moving a bit fast less. i'll finish the movie, but i really do have to go after that," you told her. alessia looked a bit upset by the rejection, but she understood nonetheless. and so, she kept you close to her until the movie was over and you got up to leave.

"can i have a goodbye kiss?" alessia asked you. you leaned down and pressed your lips to hers for a quick kiss. "oh, and a goodnight one? oh, and an advance on my good morning one since you aren't staying over?"

"you can't trick me into staying by making me kiss you," you told her. alessia pouted up at you until you gave in to her demands of more kisses. she may not have convinced you to stay, but she had gotten a good ten minutes of kisses before you actually left her for the night.

#woso fanfics #woso x reader #woso imagine #alessia russo imagine #alessia russo x reader

[bitten-fruit]

you invite him inside

It's Summer 2007, and you're on your way home from a party in Edinburgh. You encounter an exceptionally forward Scottish stranger with a buzzed head and a brow ring, calling himself Soap - you roll the dice, and let him walk you home.

18+ MDNI - cw: reader is drunk - 5k words

tags: Indie Sleaze(!!) Johnny 'Soap' Mactavish x f!Reader, teasing & denial, flirting & banter

a/n: this is (some) of the first chapter of my longfic Trainspotting on A03, bitterfruit. I thought I'd share on here since I'm working on a part 2!! ♡

You carve through the beating crowd of the house party; sloshing drinks and drunken hands intercept you as you attempt to navigate your way to the front door. MGMT’s Kids thunders from the speakers in the hallway, its deafening volume only exacerbated by the passionate chanting of the dancers that hover around it.

Control yourself! Take only what you neeeed from it!

Your friend Katie, who had brought you as a plus-one, had long disappeared with some boy she had been all over - taking your coat with her - leaving you to make your way home in nothing but your needlessly skimpy playboy bunny costume.

Finally stumbling out of the dense jungle of partygoers, you burst through the front door as if you’d just been birthed, sweaty and panting. 

Just a fifteen-minute walk.

With your arms crossed, you trudge down the steps in the stiletto pumps you had borrowed from Katie – glossy, sharp, and a size too small. Fuck, they ache. Before you even make it past the gate, you throw in the towel and unstuff your feet from their latex trappings; holding the shoes with two fingers hooked at the heels, doing your best to avoid stepping on the broken glass on the footpath.

As your distance from the house party grows and the echoes of Paper Planes begin to fade, it dawns on you that you’re far drunker than you had believed yourself to be. Being surrounded by students two boxes and three pingers deep has the tendency to make you feel staunchly sober by comparison.

Still, you feel the slabs of concrete wobbling beneath your feet, your head starts to spin like you’ve stepped off a carousel if you shut your eyes for too long. The streets are utterly quiet, devoid of cars or people, despite the neighbourhood’s proximity to the CBD. You may well have found it off-putting if you were sober, but in truth, you’re just thanking Christ there’s nobody around to see you trotting down the road in nothing but a bodysuit and fishnets. You imagine a car might pull up alongside you, rolling slowly on its wheels as the driver asks through his window, “how much for an hour?”

And that would almost be preferable to what you actually encounter once you’re halfway home – crossing the street, stumbling in your bare feet as you walk past shops with steel shutters blocking their doors and windows.

You hear the distinctive thuds of sprinting feet from far behind you; the soles of sneakers slamming hard on the footpath, in a rapid enough pace that the person might as well be an Olympian runner. As they get louder, closer, your first instinct is to flee – but before you even have the chance to turn to look over your shoulder, the sprinter has come to a screeching halt beside you, tearing off their jacket and tossing it over your shoulders as if it were a cape.

“What the fu–” You yelp, hastily cut short.

“Shh – shut up, pretend y’know me.”

A man, and a local, evidently – the kind of Scottish accent so thick you can barely distinguish the beginning of one word from the end of another. 

“Get away fr–”

He interrupts you once again, tossing an arm over your shoulder as he walks alongside you, shoving his other fist into the pocket of his loose black jeans. “Please, lassie, do me a favour and just go with it.”

Amidst his breathlessness he sounds quite desperate – voice deep and warm, oozing sincerity despite the edge in his tone. So you weigh your options, whether or not to trust him, or to help him, or to scream and flee. You tilt your head just enough to take a peek at him; he hunches over, shoulders shrugging high as if keeping his neck warm, head low like it might hide his buzzcut from whoever may be chasing him.

You quickly discover that there are, in fact, people chasing him – more echoes from further down the road of multiple sets of running feet. You hear an enraged roar from a man behind you; your body tenses on instinct, head twisting further in the hopes of checking how close they are to you.

“Don’t look at ‘em,” he instructs you pointedly, under his breath.

More indistinguishable yelling erupts from his pursuers, though they no longer seem to be approaching. “Cheap fucken’ trick, ye fucken’ coward!”

“Keep walkin’ with me,” he mutters, tugging you along with his heaving arm draped around the back of your neck, forcing you to accelerate so that you can keep up with him.

Adrenaline throbbing hotly in your ears, you try to steal glances at the controlling stranger, not able to see much of him in your periphery. You realise now that the gifting of his jacket was not a chivalrous gesture, but a failed attempt to trick his pursuers. “Sounds like they’ve spotted you,” you whisper-yell, facing ahead.  

“Aye,” he grunts, “but they won’t touch me if there’s a witness.”

“I don’t want to be a witness,” you squeak, nervous terror in your throat.

He chuckles breathily, gives a single shake of his head. “Too late.”

“Next time I see ye, yer a fucken’ dead man, hear me? With or without yer hoor!”

The stranger groans as he scoops you around a corner, keeping a hurried pace, shooting looks over his shoulder to ensure he’s no longer being followed. Fortunately – or, unfortunately – this was the corner you would have taken anyway.

“Did he just call me a whore?” You whisper, still in shock.

He chortles at you again, sliding his weighty arm from your shoulders and releasing you at long last. “Ignore ‘em. Fucken' wankers.”

You finally have the opportunity to turn around fully to check behind you, seeing only empty, silent street.

“They won’t follow us,” he assures you, still walking alongside you, arrogant in his assumption that you won’t tell him to fuck off.

But you don’t, not yet. “Why – why were they chasing you?”

“Nosy wee thing, aren’t ye?” He smiles, crossing his arms, and you finally get a good look at him.

Hair buzzed short, the sort of job he likely did himself over his sink with an electric clipper plugged into the wall. A curved barbel pierces through the tail of his left eyebrow, almost as flashy as the sharp grey eyes pointing down at you from beneath it. His grin pushes dimples into his densely stubbled cheeks, revealing charmingly crooked teeth, and a golden crown on his right canine.

There’s something tired, jaded about him, dark eyes and low brows; face speckled with a variety of little scars, one white slash through his right eyebrow, a few pink lines carving over his temple and through his shaven scalp.

You blink, reminding yourself to speak.

“Nosy?” You snap, “you brought me into this!”

He tilts his head, appearing to acquiesce. “Aye, true. They’re just mad ‘cos I short-changed ‘em.”

As he shrugs, the hem of his cropped t-shirt tugs up on his stomach, revealing the hem of plaid boxers sticking out from his baggy trousers, a sliver of firm abdomen, a dusting of curly hair trailing down from his navel. You swallow.

“Hm. For what?” You pester.

“Now yer bein’ nosy.”

You huff, crossing your arms underneath the cape of his jacket, checking over your shoulder one last time to be certain you’re no longer being stalked.

“Fine,” you pout. After a beat of silence, you decide to add; “I’m not a prostitute, by the way.”

He snickers hoarsely, “’course not. Prostitutes are much more subtle. You’d be the first I’ve ever seen dressed as a – a what, a bunny?”

He reaches behind you, the cocky prick, lifting the back of his cloaking jacket and flicking the puffball pinned to your ass. You gawk at him, a surge of adrenaline buzzing within your chest – curious, that it’s not out of fear but fascination.

“See a lot of prostitutes, do you?” You sneer, noting how briefly his gaze lingers on your backside before it flits to your face.

“Not ‘round this side of town,” he chortles. You suspect he’s joking, but who’s to say? “So… why a bunny?”

“Playboy bunny,” you correct him, turning your head to glance at him; he just looks bewildered. “Pimps and hoes party.”

He laughs, richly, lurching forward as he does. “Ha! Had no idea they still did those.”

“Sure do,” you say, failing to suppress your grin. “Too old for them, are you?”

“Aye, for house parties full o’ students,” he admits, “but not too old to party. M’only twenty-six.”

You smile. “Good for you.”

“Got no girlie-mates to walk ye home?” He changes the subject.

Peeking at him, you squint. “You’re not supposed to ask a girl if she’s alone, you know.” 

“Oh,” he frowns, “why’s that?”

“Like, stranger danger.”

“Yeah?” He chuckles deeply. “Do you think I’m dangerous?”

You turn to look at him, running your eyes from his cocksure grin, down to his Chucks and back again. He certainly looks the part. Rough around the edges. You wonder if you would have avoided him, had he not approached you so blithely.

“Very,” you nod. “Plus, you’re following me.”

“Am I?” He jibes, “well, love, if ye want me to leave y’alone, tell me and I’ll try to leave ye be.”

Your pout shifts into a girlish smirk despite your dire efforts to contain it. “You’ll try?”

“Mm. Might be easier said than done,” he ribs, leering down at you. Your quiet titter only serves to embolden him. “It’s probably for the best that I found ye.”

“You reckon?”

“Mm. Not very bright o’ye to be walking home by yerself at this hour. And in that.”

You click your tongue impatiently. “You sound like my mum.”

“Then she’s a smart woman,” he says, with a sternness that leaves you taken aback.

You peer up at him, scrutinising. For fuck’s sake, you curse at yourself, get a grip. All better judgement, your guardian angel, screams at you to stop flirting with this bizarre studded stranger and hurry your ass home. But the little devil on your other shoulder is far more interested in seeing how this unusual interaction plays out.

“You gonna protect me, are ya?” You probe.

“Naturally,” he chuffs.

“Walking me home, then?”

A devilish grin stretches in his lips. “Happily.”

“Promise you’re not a psychopath or something?”

He inhales deeply, blowing a raspberry as he puts his hands on his hips. “No promises.”

“Mm. Well, I shouldn’t be surprised,” you say, “only psychopaths would roam the streets at three-a.m.”

“Yeah? What does that make you?”

You giggle. “Shit. You got me.”

“You bet I do. What kind of psycho wears a fucken’ outfit like that ‘on the streets at 3-a.m.’?”

Taking a peek down at yourself, you’re confronted immediately by your obnoxious cleavage, unsure how you could have forgotten it was there. You decide to slip your arms into the roomy sleeves of his jacket, wearing it properly rather than as a cloak – much warmer.

“What’s wrong with it?” You wonder in jest, feigning offence.

“Yer jokin’.” He scoffs.

“What?” You gaze at him, with a cock of your brow; he unashamedly glowers at you, vibrantly grey eyes raking from your lips to your feet before climbing back to your stare.

He huffs petulantly. “I could see yer tits from across the street,” he murmurs, “don’t make me say something about the stockings.”

You laugh coyly, feeling your cheeks burn hot and red. Seems like you got the answer you wanted. “S’that why you ran up to me, huh?”

He shakes his head. “Nae. That was just dumb luck.”

“Ah. Lucky you.”

“Mhm,” he rumbles, voice low, “very lucky.”

Why is your heart fluttering? Why are you suddenly hanging on his every word like a fucking teenage girl? You blame the cherry-flavoured RTDs you were knocking back every ten minutes while you were at that party. They’ve made your cheeks all pink and your tongue all wet.

Yet in the current quiet, strolling nonchalantly down an empty street at half-past three in the morning, you don’t feel any awkwardness in the silence. You just smile at your feet like an idiot.

“What’s yer name, then?” He asks casually, both fists in his pockets.

You hum in thought, “hmm. I can’t tell you that.”

“Oh? Why not?”

“You’re a stranger, remember?”

“So?” He disputes, grinning and playfully biting his bottom lip with his top teeth, brandishing that glistening golden canine.

You shake your head. “Who knows what you could do with my name! You could be a stalker for all I know,” you explain defensively, “you might find out where I work on MySpace, or something.”

He snickers. “Wouldn’t need MySpace to figure that out, lass.”

Frowning, you give him a disapproving smirk. “You’re proving my point.”

“Ye really won’t tell me?”

��Nope.”

He huffs disappointedly. “Alright, then, I’ll just have to call ye the bunny I found on the street.”

“Fine by me,” you declare proudly. “What can I call you, then? The playboy?”

With a chuckle, he purses his lips in contemplation. “The playboy to yer bunny, I like that,” he says. “But, pals call me Soap.”

“Soap?” You question incredulously, “seriously?”

“Aye. If I can’t have yer name, y'can’t have mine.”

You snort. “Is it meant to be ironic?”

“Can’t be,” he refutes, quick to detect your insult, “I’m clean as a whistle.”

As you open your mouth to offer back some snippy response, you spot your mailbox, number eighteen, three terraced townhouses down – you had lost track of how long the walk was, your charming stranger having sponged up every last drop of your attention.  

You find yourself disappointed, unjustifiably; you even consider, briefly, not mentioning that you had arrived home just so you can keep walking with him. God, you’re pathetic.

But imagining yourself having to eventually turn around, having to admit that you purposefully missed your stop – you begrudgingly decide to be a good girl and put yourself to bed.

“This is me,” you say flatly, slowing your steps before you come to a stop.

“Ah,” he stops beside you and rocks on the balls of his feet. “Bugger.”

“Yeah,” you sigh, mindlessly slipping your hands into the pockets of his jacket, preceding a reluctant silence. “Well, um... thanks for walking me home. Who knows what danger I could’ve gotten into.”

He waves away your jocose gratitude. “Oh, ‘course,” he says, “had to make sure ye didn’t get tricked into a chase by some strange gadgie.”

You snicker. “Oh, yeah. That would be terrifying.”

Crossing his arms, her gives you a wide but wistful grin. “Alright. I’ll leave you to it, hen.”

“Okay,” you nod, chewing your lip, you feel something in his pocket – rolling it between your fingers, feels like a wad of paper. Cash? A receipt? You start to wonder what he might have ‘short-changed’ those thugs for. Don’t be nosy. “Oh – your jacket.”

As you slip it off your shoulders, he disputes; “don’t wanna keep it as a memento?”

You chuckle, frowning, shaking your head in bemusement. Memento? What a peculiar bloke. “No. It sorta smells.”

“Bollocks,” he retorts, reaching to take the jacket from you – a brown leather bomber, now that you can see it properly. “I smell divine.”

God, he does. Like patchouli and sweat and leather; some sort of earthy masculine concoction, the kind of scent that’s probably entirely accidental – underpinned, you note, by something strangely chemical, like he had just taken a walk through a hospital. Still, so delightfully distinct from the stench of Axe body spray that the boys at your university gassed themselves with daily.

You pass him the bomber, shivering once your scantily clad body is once again exposed to the chilly air of the night. He’s quite shameless, this stranger, eyes almost bulging as they comb brazenly over you – legs, hips, tits – finally getting a good look at you, he takes his time.

“Eyes up here, playboy,” you chide.

He smirks, piercing gaze jumping to yours while his head remains tilted down; you’re almost intimidated the intensity of his eye contact from under his brow. “Aye. They’re just as pretty.”

“Alright, alright,” you giggle, face glowing hot. “I’d better turn in.”

“Yes, you’d better.”

Before you bring yourself to turn around, his hand reaches toward you, plucking the bunny-eared headband from the top of your head.

“Oi!” You bark, smoothing your disturbed hair; watching in confusion as he meticulously sits them on his head, flicking one of the fuzzy white ears with a pleased grin stretched in his lips.

“I want a memento,” he explains boldly. “Never know when I'm dreamin’ these days.”

You stare at him in bewilderment, amused and oddly endeared. He slips on his jacket, stuffing his hands into his pockets and shrugging it over his shoulders.

“Fine, all yours,” you capitulate, smiling meekly, once again letting a pregnant silence linger while you resist a goodbye. “Um. Alright. Goodnight. Soap.”

He nods. “G’night, wee bunny.”

You nod, too, finally turning on your bare feet and walking up the stairs of your flat’s brick stoop. Fumbling around in your handbag, you pluck out your keys – jingling loudly with all of your various keychains as you unlock the painted white door.

You hear his footsteps as he strolls away, slowly, growing duller as the distance grows. You find yourself frozen in the open doorway, staring into the dark abyss of your foyer, facing solitude. Bouncing in dispute with yourself, you exert all strength to bite your tongue. Don’t be stupid, don’t be stupid, don’t be stupid.

He starts to whistle, some obscure tune from just down the street, as if he is purposefully reminding you he’s still in earshot – a smug little prompt.

Fuck it.

Spinning around to face the road, you lean out of the door, and call out; “Hey!”

As though he had expected it, he stops in his tracks, twirling on his heel to face you with his hands still in his pockets. Had lit himself a cigarette already, in the thirty seconds since you had bid him farewell.

“Hm? Want the ears back after all?”

“Um–” You scramble to come up with an excuse. “Those guys won’t be looking for you, will they?”

He grins. “Oh, they could well be.”

“What’ll they do if they find you?”

“Who knows,” he huffs. “Probably kill me. Might gimme one o’ those Glasgow smiles.”

“That would be pretty terrible,” you remark solemnly.

“Aye. It sure would.”

You chew the inside of your cheek, battling with your drunken little demon. “Maybe you should hide out here for the night.” You daft bitch.

“Hm,” he ponders aloud, sauntering slowly back towards your stairs, squinting in thought. “Sounds like a bad idea.”

“How come?” You challenge, tapping the inside of the doorframe with shy fingers.

He creeps up your short footpath. “Never know what might happen.”

Your lips curl into an impish smirk. “That’s the best part.”

He laughs, plucking the cigarette from his teeth, holding it between his thumb and forefinger. “How drunk are ye. On a scale one-through-ten.”

“Um,” you muse, biting your lip. “I’m not that drunk.”

“Well, hen, you must be steamed. ‘Cos that’s not a number.”

You snicker, then groan impatiently. “Four.”

“Only four, eh?” He asks dubiously, standing at the base of your stairs, he gazes up at you devilishly. “You gonna remember in the mornin’ that you asked me to come in?”

“’Course,” you say. “I want you to come inside.”

He sneers. Filthy boy. “Don’t wanna get in trouble,” he refutes.

“I want you to come in,” you insist, correcting your wording just slightly.

He hums, feigning deep thought, as if he hasn’t been hoping you’d ask. “Alright,” he surrenders. “Why not.”

You do your best to conceal your glee, nodding, grinning, you turn to step inside and you hear him follow you.

“Ye live alone?” He asks, as he looks around the empty hallway, shrouded in darkness.

Shutting the door behind you and locking it, you tut at him. “Still shouldn’t ask that.”  

“You’ve already invited me in,” he jeers, “if you’re worried I’ll hurt ye, you’ve made it well easy for me.”

“I s’pose so,” you admit, smiling sheepishly as you go to switch on the light hanging in the centre of the foyer. Christ, it’s a tip – you and Katie are equally dishevelled, leaving shoes and lip gloss and hair ties and clothes in your wake wherever you venture. “Can’t be too careful,” you add – very aware of how uncareful you are being.

“Do I scare ye?” He asks coyly, taking a raffish drag of his cigarette.

“I dunno,” you answer frankly, leaning bashfully against your front door with your hands tucked behind you. “Should I be scared of you?”

“Mm,” he shrugs, “probably.”

You purse your lips and nod. “Stranger danger,” you remind yourself.

“I reckon you’re a lot more dangerous than me,” he grins.

You frown. “Why’s that?”

He puts his cigarette between his lips, holding it with a pinch, taking a puff as he eyes you scrupulously. “Look at you.”

You suck your bottom lip between your teeth. Fucking hell.

“I have a flatmate,” you finally answer his initial question, and change the subject. “But she’s not home tonight.”

“Good,” he says, milky smoke spilling from his smile.

“Um,” you make noises to fill your flustered silence. “Want to go upstairs?”

He cocks his eyebrows. “Lead the way.”

Pushing yourself from the door, you slip past him and trot up the staircase that sits flush with the panelled wall. The old oak creaks and moans under the weight of his heavy steps, he follows you steadily.

Rushing to get to your room before he can see it, you scuttle across to your bedroom door from the landing, hoping he ignores the kaleidoscope of peeling stickers you’ve tacked above the handle. You shove it open, quickly kicking aside a pair of twisted up panties you had left on your red shag rug.

In a blink he’s behind you, standing in the doorframe, a terrifyingly tall and bulky silhouette against the dim glow emerging from downstairs – made uniquely funny by the rabbit ears sticking up from his head.

You step over the piles of discarded outfit options and switch on the lamp by your bed; the yellow bulb glows coral pink from behind the vintage fabric lampshade. Looking back at him, he’s already perusing your room like it’s a museum.

He picks up and analyses the assortment of trinkets on your shelves and chest-of-drawers (old jewellery, empty lighters, some strange ceramic babies you once picked up at a flea market), and admires the mosaic of posters on your wall (Gorillaz, Feist, The Killers, MGMT,  Arcade Fire, The Strokes, Peter Bjorn and John – careful cherry-picks of your favourite bands, in the hopes you’d one day impress some hot guy with taste as good as yours).

“Bit of an artiste, are ye?” He queries, nodding at the easel against your wall – housing a half-finished and long-hated painting of yours, an attempt at a masterwork copy of Monet; sitting amongst a bombsite of palettes, brushes in dirty cups, and curled-up tubes of oil paint.

“Guess so,” you answer. “It’s my degree.”

He leans into your hideous painting, taking a drag but careful not to stain the canvas with the smoke. “Still studying, then?”

“Yeah, uh, my Master’s.”

He nods. “If you’re already this good, what does a Master’s in painting get ye?”

You snort. “Good fuckin’ question.”

Feeling suddenly shy, you venture to busy yourself, electing to pull the curtains shut over your window.

You hear him chuckle while you aren’t looking. “What’s this?”

“What’s what?”

You spin on the ball of your foot, and freeze instantly – stare caught on your grape-coloured vibrator, held comfortably in the palm of his hand, he tosses it and catches it again. You had left it on your bed, a rookie mistake. You fucking idiot!

Your hand shoots to cover your mouth, fire burns white-hot behind your cheeks; but you can only giggle, humiliated. “Put that down,” you plead into your palm.

Ignoring you, he inspects it, quickly finding the button to turn it on; its buzzing rings out obnoxiously loud into the cripplingly awkward silence, forcing you to grimace. He doesn’t seem to find it awkward at all, holding the end of the purple rod into his other hand, curling his lips in disapproval as he evidently evaluates the vibration against his skin.

“Never understood why you girls like these things,” he remarks insouciantly.

“Please put it down,” you cry, staring at the ceiling as if it might hide you from the embarrassment.

He only sniggers. “Cannae compare to the real thing.”

You cover your eyes. “It fills the void,” you quietly admit.

He finally switches it off, but continues to fiddle with it as he ambles towards you. “Mustn’t do a very good job o’ that.”

Uncovering your face, finally, you jolt when you see how close he is to you – only a foot between you, you can feel the heat of him from where you stand. You do your utter best to prevent your eyes from jumping to the vibrator in his grip, but he still toys with it, as if just to taunt you.

“What makes you say that?”

He gazes down at you, lips stretched into a smug grin. “Why’d you invite me in, eh?”

You swallow, stifling a giggle – you look around capriciously, anywhere but his drilling stare. “Just wanted to help you out.”

“Help me out?” He interrogates you, inching forward, forcing you to step onto your back foot.

You’re suddenly short of breath. “I didn’t want you to get stabbed.”

He gleams that cheshire smile, suddenly his canines seem sharper. “You’re a bad liar, wee bunny.”

“Am I?” You utter, shambling back further has he continues to encroach.

“Took me to yer bedroom straight away… didn’t even offer me a drink…” he teases, “I’m thinkin’ ye want me to help you out.”

You feel a sudden bump as your back hits the door of your cupboard, shrinking as he leans over you, closing the gap. Your eyes catch on his lips as he again places his cigarette in between them, its smoke drifting softly over your face, your stare lingers.

“Dunno where you got that idea,” you breathe, entranced by the cloud that’s left in his mouth once he tugs the roll out again.

Don’t be stupid. Don’t be stupid. Don’t be stupid.

Ignoring any remaining shred of common sense, you step up on your tiptoes to slam your lips against his, sucking down the smoke lingering behind his teeth deep into your chest. He matches you with no hint of hesitation, leaning into you with the full weight of his body, you hear him finally drop the vibrator as it lands on the carpet with a dull thud.

Fuck, his tongue tastes good – like tobacco and peppermint chewing gum, soft and hungry as it writhes against yours. He does what he can with his one free hand, starting tastefully with a cup of your cheek, then a hold of the side of your neck, down to your shoulder – before plunging into a greedy handful of your breast, kneading it like dough.

His wet and eager lips drag along from yours, taking soft bites out of your cheek, hot tongue licking from your jaw to your neck, where he burrows his teeth. You let out a breathy whimper, fervid fingers clutch and claw at his chest through his t-shirt, using the fabric to pull him closer. His busy hand ventures along your waist, taking a palmful of your hip and tugging it only slightly towards him.

Impatient, ravenous, your fingers slither down his firm stomach to the waistband of his jeans, fumbling to get his button undone; you feel him smile against your skin, a breathy chuckle, before his other hand moves to stop you with a hold of your wrist.

He releases your neck from his maw, standing upright with a fucking cocky and self-satisfied grin plastered on his face. You let go of his button and return your hands to your sides, worried you’d been too eager, put him off with your fervour.

“Glad to know it’s this easy to get ye hot n’ bothered,” he drawls, taking another drag of what is now nearly just the butt.

“No idea what you mean,” you pant, utterly breathless, you sweep some stray hair from your forehead with your palm.  “I’m not hot and bothered.”

“Aren’t you?” He goads, and the hand that clutches your hip sneaks towards your centre, prompting you to hold your breath; he snakes it over your mound, gliding it brazenly between your closed legs.

His shrewd eyes watch you, arrogantly, as he palms your aching pussy through the thin fabric of your bodysuit – under which you wore no panties, you wonder if he can feel how damp it is. He pushes a coaxing pressure against your covered clit with the heel of his palm, forcing you to whine in desperation; your insatiable hands return to his chest, balling the fabric of his t-shirt into your fists – and he only chortles.

“I could fry an egg on that,” he says.

And suddenly you snort, breaking into cackling laughter as you shove him away with both hands. “God, you’re disgusting!”

He laughs with you, proud of himself, he finally takes off the fucking bunny ears.

“I could hang a towel on that,” you jab, eyes suddenly caught on the frightening tent pitched in his roomy trousers. That can’t be real.

“You could hang a lot on it,” he agrees rakishly, chuckling, palming the length under his pants to tuck it away.

You try to contain your giggles as you push yourself upright, attempting to un-fluster yourself by smoothing your hair and wiping the dampness of his saliva from your neck. You feel the slippery wetness of your cunt with a step. “You’re evil,” you spit, still throbbing from his attention.

“Cannae fuck you yet,” he declares bluntly, turning to dump the end of his cigarette into your paintbrush cup full of brown water.

“Why not?” You pout, whingeing like a spoilt brat.

He returns with a debonair grin. “Gotta give you a reason to see me again.”

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[saintmeghanmarkle]

Is karma finally catching up with the harkles. by u/alreadydoneit01

Is karma finally catching up with the harkles. So the last 5-6 years has been a constant attack on the bRF by the Harkles, first within , then from outside. They lobbed bomb after bomb-to go on a diplomatic tour of SA and whine that nobody asked you if you are ok-has there been any diplomat in the history of the world who has done such a stupid thing? She also left the Fiji market, because she saw someone from the UN who refused to give her a gig before she met harry. Harry confirmed that their staff were often hunched over crying.Once out, their non stop attacks on Catherine and William and the bRF in general, the media, the British, the commonwealth. Spare, netflix, Endgame, Cut interview, non stop PR puff pieces and bot farms bashing the royals. It must be harrowing living with someone this obsessed with you and being in public and unable to answer.​A few years of this and the Harkles are the butt of all jokes of Hollywood, they don't get invited to any A-list events, they seem to have lost the security case and the case against the Daily mail and are spiraling downwards. Madame launches a brand/website-with no products to sell. harry is now being associated with P.Diddy and his sex trafficking-nothing concrete. They are not getting anymore big deals-Dior and Audible publicly shut down her PR puff pieces/manifestations.Is Karma finally catching up with the harkles? Are they finally starting their descent into reality TV territory. Are they becoming the katie Price/Lisa Rinna/Honey Boo boo wing of the royal family-where msot people mock them and they are only known for their crazy antics. It is almost like if the duo pull another crazy stunt-all of us are like-there goes ole faithful at it again. Hopefully they fade , but they are becoming a joke!! post link: https://ift.tt/NfuFOMQ author: alreadydoneit01 submitted: March 27, 2024 at 03:02PM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.

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[whatsmymeme]

Love Let Her Down Chapter One

Prologue

Pairing: Jake Seresin x Reader

Summary: In which the man who made you love love, ends up making you hate love. You were convinced he was out of your life but an activity thrown by a mutual friend creates a situation that you never intended to happen. You were certain that you no longer loved Jake, but he can't say the same thing about you.

Warning(s): Language

Authors Note: I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 1.1k

Love Let Her Down Masterlist

Don't Wanna Be Your Friend by ayokay feat. Katie Pearlman

"It seems that we have the same number," Jake pointed out. "Which means we're going to be in the same car."

"Yeah, no shit Sherlock," You rudely snapped. Jake raised his eyebrows in response to your attitude. "I'm telling Pete to give me another number."

You pushed past Jake and walked up to Pete who was chatting with Natasha. You tapped Pete on the shoulder and he looked at you.

"Pete, I need a new number."

"Sorry kid, I gave them all out," Pete apologized. "I would say you could trade, but the teams are already made."

You were going to ask him another question, but Pete continued to announce that the activity was going to start. You stepped to the side as Pete explained the instructions.

"Alright. I'm sure why everyone is wondering why I'm throwing this activity," Pete called out. Everyone murmured in agreement. "Well, I gathered everyone here because we're all going to go...Camping!"

Everyone broke out into their own little conversations. Some people were unhappy with camping, others were delighted! You were siding with the unhappy people, especially because you didn't want to be stuck out in the woods with Jake.

"Everything is already set up at the camp. It's not going to be a normal camping experience though," Pete declared, capturing the attention of everyone. "We're competing in teams. The number that you received not only assigns your ride, but your team too!"

The moment he said those words, you felt your stomach turn. You didn't know what you did wrong, but you were not having it with where this day was going. It was already ruined by seeing Jake and now it was getting even worse.

"The winners of this competition camp will be rewarded with a free dinner at the fanciest restaurant in town."

Everyone in the room had their jaw drop to the ground. Everyone already knew the restaurant that he spoke of. It was the place that you dreamed of. You knew it would never become a reality, but now that you had a chance, you were willing to take it. Even if it meant trying to get along with Jake.

"If anyone wants to drop out, raise your hand," Pete requested. Nobody raised their hand. Pete chortled. "That's what I thought. Now, let's get this week started!"

"A week?!" You blurted. "Maverick, you can't be-"

"Like I said, everything is already set up. Clothes. Housing. Food. Everything," Pete interrupted, knowing that you were going to say something. "Don't worry [Y/N]. You'll be taken care of."

Pete patted you on the shoulder before leaving. You inhaled deeply and fluttered your eyes shut. You envisioned yourself in the restaurant and the glorious decoration surrounding you. You opened your eyes and nodded. You were re-focused. You left the building and saw everyone gathering around their cars.

It seemed that the cars were specifically decorated with the number of teams. You looked around and finally spotted car number seven. As you walked up to the car, you noticed you were the group's only girl.

"Only girl again, ain't you [Y/N]?" Jake teased as you arrived at the scene. You scoffed in response. Jake furrowed his eyebrows. "Did you just scoff at me?"

"Wait, you know this chick?"

You looked over and up as you saw a tall man with an interesting-looking mustache leaning up against the car beside Jake.

"The name is [Y/N]," You introduced. "Bro."

"Sarcastic," The man exhaled, nodding his head. "I'm sure you and Hangman got along real well."

You lowered your eyes as the memories of you and Jake flashed through your mind. All the laughs. All the times he held you close. All the tears. You were pulled back into reality as the tall man introduced himself.

"The name is Bradley Bradshaw," Bradley introduced. "Rooster is my call sign."

"Rooster. As in like...A male chicken?"

"He looks like one doesn't he?" Jake asked, receiving an eye roll from Bradley. "Now that we've established the obvious, let's get on the road. We have a competition to win."

"I'm driving," Bradley stated, jingling the keys in his hand. "Bob. You're riding up front with me."

"Got it."

You jumped in surprise at the sudden voice that sounded off from behind you. A blonde man with glasses quickly apologized and awkwardly pushed past you to the front door. You were guessing that was Bob. He came out of nowhere.

"Hangman and [Y/N]. You both are riding in the back," Bradley assigned. "Don't worry. It'll only be a three hour ride."

"Three hours?!" You exclaimed. You caught a glimpse of Jake who was softly smiling. "Please tell me it's three seats in the back so I have some room."

Bradley grinned and opened the backseat door for you. You peered inside and saw your whole world crumble. It was two seats. Bradley could tell that you weren't very happy, which was amusing to him. He patted you on the back before heading to the driver's seat.

You gritted your teeth as you climbed into the car, not even acknowledging Jake who was clearly staring at you. You crossed your arms and stared out the window as you heard the other door open. You kept your focus out the window as you felt Jake climb inside. He wasn't afraid and got real close to you.

You snapped your gaze at him and scowled. "Not so close dickhead."

"I can't move any further or any closer [Y/N]," Jake spoke sharply, readjusting his position. You cringed as his skin continued to rub on yours. "You're going to have to live with it for the next three hours princess."

You huffed in irritation as he said that last word. You used to love it when he called you princess, but now you despise it, just like you despised Jake. Jake, on the other hand, knew that you loved being called princess, especially his princess. He was aware that you weren't very fond of him at the time, but he was willing to do what it took to make up for the lost time.

The night he left was the biggest mistake that he had ever made in his entire life, and he wanted to show you that it really was.

"I guess since we're going to be stuck back here together, might as well catch up with each other, right?" Jake asked as Bradley started up the car. You released a long sigh and turned away from him to continue to look out the window. "Come on [Y/N]..."

You didn't give in and kept looking at the beautiful nature that was right before your eyes. Jake asked you another question, but you continued to give him the silent treatment and tune him out.

Bradley chuckled as he put the car into drive. "This is going to be a fun three-hour drive."

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[kpop-kitkat]

Vanilla Cookie | Jay Park

pairing | idol!jay park x idol f!reader

genre/cw | love triangle, slight angst, fluff, unrequited love, fluffy sexual content, sadness, happy end, i made up a girl group for y/n’s group, enhypen members included 

wc | 2.0k

notes | none.

EDIT: i proofread it this time. aren't y'all proud of me? XD

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The boys were frantic as they readied themselves for their comeback stage at Mnet. One of them in particular was a bit more nervous than the others.

”Jay, are you alright? You’re sweating like… a lot,” noted Seonwoo.

”He’s fine. He’s just nervous to perform in front of Y/n,” Heeseung giggled.

Y/n was a close friend of the boys. She debuted with her group, LIVLY, through BE:LIFT Lab just like them. They had all grown considerably close with her, but Jay more than the others. The members noticed and began teasing him. And surprisingly, their teasing was the reason he began to like her in a different way. When they acknowledged what he himself did not realize, his eyes were opened. 

And now, he was in love. But so was Jungwon. Though not as close with Y/n, he was immediately attracted to her fun and bright personality, as well as her pretty face. 

Even though they were unaware, Jay and Jungwon were in a race to confess their feelings to their mutual friend. Jungwon was one step ahead of Jay, planning to confess today. But Jay’s feelings, were in fact, deeper than Jungwon’s.

”What?” Riki and Jake asked at the same time.

”Isn’t it obvious? He’s in love~” Heeseung said in a sing-song voice. 

“Am not!” Jay rolled his eyes as he carefully ran his hand through his soft black hair.

“Hyung, you never spend more than fifteen minutes on your hair. You’ve been staring at yourself in that mirror for over an hour. I think that’s proof enough,” Riki laughed.

Jay pouted as he let his hand fall from his hair to his lap. He tilted his head to each side, doing a double take over his features. He was undoubtedly very worried about his performance quality, especially in front of Y/n, like Heeseung pointed out. And truth be told, he wasn’t the only one. Jungwon was a nervous wreck too. But frankly, he was better at hiding it from the members than Jay was. 

“Come on! Let’s go!” Yelled the Mnet manager. 

Jay quickly adjusted his letter jacket and face mic before heading to the stage with the rest of the members. Jungwon also fixed a stray strand of hair before following.

Y/n gasped before playfully shoving her group mate, Aya, in the shoulder. “I do not like him! Who gave you that misinformation?”

”Nobody. Just the way you look at him. You’ve practically got stars in your eyes,” Aya teased.

”Are you for real Y/n? You literally drool at the sight of him,” added Kaori. 

“Shut up,” Y/n rolled her eyes.

Kaori smirked before leaning over to whisper something into Aya’s ear. “Well, she didn’t deny it.”

Cheers were heard as the boys made their way onto the stage. Y/n cheered the loudest out of her members, clearly not helping prove her case. The rest of the members, Jaeha, Nora, and Katie, were situated a bit far from Y/n, but they could tell she was looking at one person and one person only: Jay. 

The boys got into position. As Jay got into his spot, he glanced at Y/n, only to find her looking at him as well. He gave her a quick smile before they began performing their song, Future Perfect. And while the gesture was simple and friendly, it gave her butterflies like crazy. She was very grateful to have a friend like Jay. But how long could she keep her feelings contained? 

If Y/n’s attention had been on Jungwon, she would’ve seen how many times Jungwon looked at her. But her eyes were elsewhere. And Jungwon noticed. He silently promised himself he’d confess to her before the day’s end. 

Cheers were heard as the boys finished their performance. Y/n and her members cheered enthusiastically and clapped, standing from their seats. The boys bowed and waved before exiting the stage. The girls quickly went backstage and cheered again once they met the boys there.

”You guys were amazing!” Katie screamed, hugging Riki from behind. Not only was Y/n close with the boys, but also her members. The two were rookie groups in the same year, in the same entertainment company. Of course they grew close. Very close. “Our maknae did amazing,” she smiled, tickling Riki’s sides.

”Hey!” Riki exclaimed, wiggling out of Katie’s hold.

Out of both groups, the order of oldest to youngest went Heeseung, Jay, Kaori, Jake, Sunghoon, Aya, Y/n, Seonwoo, Katie, Jungwon, Jaeha, Nora, and Riki. So since Riki was the youngest, it was only fair for him to get teased like a child. In the most playful way of course.

”What about me?” Seonwoo pouted. “Did I do great?”

”Of course you did!” Kaori ruffled Seonwoo’s hair. “You all did great.”

”Thanks Kay,” Heeseung smiled. “You know, you’re up next girls.”

”Don’t remind me,” Nora sighed. She wasn’t too fond of live performances. She had major stage fright. 

“Aww is our little Nora scared?” Riki teased.

”Don’t ‘little Nora’ me! I’m older than you dummy,” Nora seethed, with a hidden smile.

”I don’t see the issue, we’re three months apart,” Riki shrugged.

”Alright you two, enough,” Y/n chuckled. “Let’s get ready, yeah?”

“Yeah. Let’s go,” Aya beckoned as her and Y/n made their way to the dressing room.

As Y/n was about to enter the room, she felt a hand grab her arm.

”Uh, Y/n?” The person, Jungwon, asked.

”Yeah Wonnie?” She tilted her head with a smile. 

“I uh,” he looked at the rest of the girls getting their makeup done. “I’ll tell you later. You have to get ready.”

”Okay,” she shrugged, going to get her makeup done as well. Not like the girls didn’t already have their makeup done, they just needed touchups before they were the ones on stage. 

Just like the girls, the boys screamed when the girls entered onto the stage. It was laughable, how they forced their voices to go two octaves higher than normal, trying to imitate their friends. But nonetheless, the girls had their serious faces on. It was more of a dark concept comeback anyways. 

With every dance break and high note, the boys cheered, one might say even louder than the girls did for them. Definitely something to be said for enthusiasm. 

The girls finished after about three minutes, and again, they met with the boys backstage.

”Our Katie did such a great job!” Said Riki, imitating Katie from earlier.

”Don’t even,” Katie warned, hating people tickling her.

Y/n laughed with her members and the boys as they complimented the girls and laughed together, but she began to zone out. She was snapped out of her trance when she felt arms around her waist. “You did well Y/n,” said Jungwon, whispering it into her ear. Despite what Jungwon really meant by it, it sent shivers down her spine. She mumbled an excuse before removing herself from his hold. In her head, it felt like betraying Jay, even though that wasn’t the case. They weren’t together, and she didn’t even know for sure if Jungwon was trying to flirt or not.

”I need some air, I’ll be back,” Y/n waved to everyone before leaving to the roof of the building. 

She sighed as she laid on the concrete of the roof. It was peaceful to be alone and look up into the stars. Until, it isn’t so peaceful.

”Y/n?” Came Jungwon’s voice, followed by soft footsteps. “Can I talk to you?”

Y/n propped herself up on her arms. “Yeah.”

Jungwon took a seat beside Y/n. “I uh… how do I put this,” he sighed, finding a little stone to play with as he tried to formulate coherent sentences. He looked over to Y/n as she listened intently. “I like you. Like… not in a friend way. And I’ve been hiding my feelings for too long. It’s fine if you don’t feel the same I just… thought it was unfair to keep you in the shadows. I had to let you know,” he explained, making Y/n’s heart drop. What would she even say?

”Uh… Jungwon… to be honest with you, I like someone else… I’m sorry,” she said, voice barely above a whisper. She felt horrible. 

“Don’t apologize,” he smiled sadly. “I knew it was a long shot. Besides, I bet you’ll make whoever you like very happy. Mind if I ask who it is?”

Y/n smiled to herself. “Jay.”

”Thought so,” Jungwon laughed.

”Thought so?”

”Yeah. Everyone sees how you look at him. I actually expected you to say that you felt that for him. I’m not surprised.”

”Wow. I can’t hide my feelings huh.”

”Yeah…”

”I still am really sorry Wonnie. Can we still be friends?” She asked.

”Of course we can. You’ll always be my friend.”

”Thanks for understanding Jungwon,” she smiled, placing her hand atop his before standing up. “I need to find Jay.”

”He’s back at the dorms.”

”By himself?”

”Yeah, he said he was tired. But I know he was lying. You should go to him.”

”I think I will. Bye Wonnie.”

”Bye Y/n.” 

Y/n quickly made her way downstairs and made her way back to the dorms on foot. It was only about ten minutes of walking, and they lived in the nice part of town, so being abducted was the least of her worries. 

In no time, she was standing in front of the boys’ dorm. She softly knocked on the wooden door. When she didn’t get a response, she slowly opened the door. “Jay? Are you here?” She asked into the air, glancing around the messy dorm. 

“In here,” came Jay’s voice from the living room. 

She quickly walked over to the living room. When she locked eyes with Jay as he stood up, she looked to the floor, a bit shy. “Hey.” 

“Hey.”

The both stood in a comfortable, yet awkward silence. 

“I have something to tell- no you go-“ they said in unison, as they burst out laughing.

”Really, you go first,” ushered Y/n.

”Alright,” he took a deep breath and sighed. “You might think I’m crazy for saying it as it is like this but… I’m in love with you, Y/n. I’ve been in love with you for the past couple months. When we met two years ago, I thought you were the coolest person. You were so caring and considerate towards me, I instantly knew I wanted to be your friend. But recently, I couldn’t figure out why I found myself missing you more and more everyday. I found myself looking at you more and more. I didn’t know why I felt this weird feeling every time I saw you. It was painful, but also, a wonderful feeling. And when Heeseung brought it to my attention that I might just be falling in love, I concluded, that was just it. And now it all makes sense. I love you. I know it’s crazy, and I’ve been hiding my feelings this whole time but-“

Jay was abruptly cut off by warm, soft lips on his. And without hesitation, he brought his hand under her chin, kissing her deeply. He smiled, feeling her hands in his hair, as he put one of his around her waist. To him, she tasted like a warm vanilla cookie and some hot chocolate. Like a cozy night by the fireplace. A taste he would never forget. A taste he would always love. 

Jay was left wanting more as Y/n slowly pulled away. “I love you too, dummy,” she laughed. “Thought you would’ve caught on by now. You’re slow.”

”Guess I am,” he giggled, wrapping his arms around her in a warm hug. “So, what do I call you now? Angel? Princess? Baby?” He smiled to himself.

”Anything you want, love,” she smirked.

”Love?” Jay pulled away to look into her eyes.

”You don’t like it?”

”No I love it, angel,” he giggled, touching the tip of her nose with his index finger.

”I could get used to this.”

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[tlouxobsessed]

Chapter IV

College Affairs

I still couldn't grasp all of this, Ellie kissed me, Katie still had some sort of feelings for me...and I was still laying in bed, not dressed for the party I soon had to attend. I stood up walking over to the dresser, slipping on the tight material, black heels and brushing out my hair. I did some smokey makeup and put on some dark, almost velvety lipstick. I was ready, now I just had to wait for E-

"Ellie!" I said watching the girl walk in shutting the door behind her, her neck having a small, oval shaped purple mark on it. I felt nauseous. She grabbed her button up and some casual jeans made her way into the bathroom, ignoring my greetings completely. "ready?" the green eyed monster said walking out of the room, slipping on her converse and grabbing her keys. I watched her eyes dart from my breasts back up to my eyes then my lips. I walked past her disgusted with her hickey and the disrespectful demeanor she carried. We made it into the car, the heavy smell of weed and bo hit my nose. I felt eager to gag, I swallowed it and took a shot from the pink flask I brought with me. The harsh liquid coating my warm throat, the stinging distracted me from the pungent smell and my whore of a roommate.

Ellie pulled into a driveway, the house was large. A white siding with some blue shingles, the roof was a dark brown. It was cute and homely. We made our way in, Ellie walked away from me immediately going to greet some guy and his girlfriend. I rolled my eyes and headed towards Lila and Richie, the two stood near one another drink in hand, faces plastered with sweat and smiles. "Hii!" I felt Lila's body wrap around mine, I felt more at home. Richie patted my back along with handing me a red solo with some fruity smelling liquid. "Katie went with some guy a few minutes ago, you literally just missed her! Have you guys talked since-?" Fuck, I had totally forgotten to make up with Kate, I needed to or else I'd loose my pride and best friend. "No not yet, I've been busy with school and-" , "Ellie..?" Lila said cutting me off, my face turned a crimson and I playfully pushed her away.

"Shut up! no yuck, she's a total whore I am not into that" I said blatantly lying, Lila knew she had always seen right through me. "I'm gonna go wander, see who I can find" Lila and Richard nodded, I turned away from the lovebirds and started heading towards the large brown sofa. I sunk into the couch sighing out, I took a swig and looked around at all the people. That was until I felt the couch go in a little further, I looked over at the person who sat down. It was Katie, shit. "Hi y/n" the girl said looking tearful, I didn't know what to say or how to say anything. "Listen Kate..I'm really-" , "sorry, I know you are y/n. I regret ruining our friendship so much, can we please just go back to how we were? prior to all the dumb sex shit?" I nodded right away. I melted into her arms feeling like I was sixteen again. I felt relief, calm and tipsy. "I'm going to head outside for a smoke, love you y/n see you after 'kay? if you need a ride just let me know." My sweet Kates was back. I watched her walk away, her hips swaying along with the beat of the song. I glanced around once again, nobody was interesting, I stood up once again heading into the kitchen for a refill.

"S'more?" I looked over at the culprit of the voice, there stood the coffee shop girl. She poured some vodka and cranberry juice into a new solo. I nodded watching her smirk handing me the drink, "You didn't poison this right?" I asked earning a laugh from the broad. "Hmm maybe I did, and maybe I did with your Chai too" I laughed taking a long swig, "I wouldn't mind that really, it'd spice up my life" I winked at her. "I never got your name by the way" , "Abby" she said taking a swig of the beer she had in her right hand. "Well Abby, care to join me for a dance?" Abby took the last of her beer placing it on the counter top, she placed her hand out implying for mine to collide with hers. I guided her into the living room which was the designated spot, My arms rested above her shoulders. Her hands wrapped around my waist, the music was slow yet fast, 3005 by Childish Gambino began playing. I felt the alcohol in my body begin to really settle in, I felt myself warm up, the heat coarsing through my veins like a wild fire. I turned around rubbing my back against her stomach, I felt her defined body against my back, I arched at the thought of her having her way with me...

I turned back around rubbing my palm down her perfectly toned body, a small sigh came out from her lips. I smirked knowing I had control now, the music got slower, I leaned in towards her neck breathing heavily onto her ear. I began leaving small kisses trailing down to her jawline. I leaned in pressing my lips against hers, I stuck my tongue into her mouth earning a small moan. I felt back up her body, gripping her hip then sliding my tongue out of her mouth biting her bottom lip on my way out. When I pulled away I saw her bright red face, I smiled and left a small peak on the side of her cheek. I started making my way into the bathroom, the room was spinning, my head was dizzy and I felt the contents of my stomach begin to rise into my throat.

I bursted through the doors rushing over to the toilet, I bent over puking. I felt a hand on my back and somebody holding back my hair, I glanced around seeing Abby. Her bright blue eyes staring back at me, she didn't look grossed out....or annoyed or anything. She looked HAPPY to be helping me. She rubbed my back until I was done, she got up and walked out, I figured she was done with me now after seeing me puke my entirety out. This was until she walked back in holding a solo with water and some bread. I chuckled at the pieces of white Wonder bread. "It was all Jesse had" She said, I felt bad now, she was frowning. I stood up off of my feet, I stumbled over to her and hugged. My arms wrapped around her warm neck and broad shoulders once again.

"Thank you Abs" I said drinking the water and taking a small bite of the bread. I watched her concern grow, "Y/n I should probably take you home-" Abby was cut off by the door being ripped open. An angry Ellie stumbled in shutting the door behind her. "What the fuck? you get this drunk and now you're all over her? what the fuck y/n seriously.." I was astonished, who did Ellie think she was? "Ellie what the fuck with YOU? I'm not yours...and Abby is in here with me because I was puking you sick fuck." I watched as Ellie rolled her eyes slamming the door behind her. The trailing smell of weed was left lingering. "Woah did I just mess something up or-" , "Abby...you're fine she's my roommate who- just never mind please just take me home now."

I must've passed out, I woke up in my bed with an oversized T on and my hair tied back. My head was pounding as if a ton of bricks slammed right on it. I laid back down immediately upon the pain hitting me. I looked over at my bedside table where sat my phone, plugged in, some Aspirin, a water and a small piece of paper. I snatched the paper up I scanned it analyzing.. "text me 206-334-6230" I smiled knowing it must be Abby. I right away grabbed my phone, I typed in the numbers and pressed send.

y/n - hi it's y/n

.206-334-6230 - Hii It's Abby lol

y/n - thank you so much Abby i dk how i wouldve gotten home lmfaoo

Abby - Don't worry about it y/n, let me bring you some lunch 'kay?

y/n - nooo i wouldnt make you do that plus my idk if i can keep anything down lol

Abby - Already On my way! :)

I smiled and threw my phone down next to me, I needed to attempt and clean myself up. I stood up stumbling over to my dresser, pulling out some boxers and an old Beastie Boys shirt from my dad. I turned the facet on the hottest setting, the feeling of the hot water running down my back cleared my sinuses. I washed my hair, took off my makeup, brushed my teeth. I came out threw on my clothes and took that Aspirin, just as I sat down I watched Abby walk in holding a Chai, a box of pastries and some Mcdonalds. My stomach grumbled as she placed the goodie filled box and bag on the counter.

"You look pretty" she said coming over and placing a kiss on my forhead. She took off her shoes and jacket, handed me my Chai and pulled out a laptop from her backpack. "I was thinking...It's a shitty, rainy day so let's stay at your dorm, watch movies and eat junk food? hmm?" I grinned, "I really could marry you right now" , "Wow hold on girl we just met-" I cut her off by kissing her, my lips smashed against hers, our tongues intertwined. The sweet taste of pine came over my senses, I could cum right now. I climbed on top of her, running my hands over her stomach, the ridges of her abs made my panties soak.

"Okay...okay" she pushed me away kissing me one last time then grabbing the food and plopping next to me. We cuddled up and began scanning for a movie.

~ The night prior ~

Ellie point of view ~

I pushed y/n away, I knew I had to go get some weed before this party. I said my goodbyes and headed out, I pulled into the parking lot of my ex's, ex. I knew she'd always give me some, I knocked on the door, the dark haired girl answered. "Hey Anastasia, you got any of-" I was cut off by a hug and squeals. "Yes of course Ellie, c'mon in" I was overtaken by the smell of weed and incense, her apartment was always clean. I sat down on the dark blue couch and started watching the Breaking Bad episode on her flat screen. She was a very hard-working woman, she worked six days a week at her own hand crafted store. She painted and drew, she had Etsy accounts where she'd sell her items across the world. She made a decent amount, she just grew and sold on the side.

She brought out a bag of my usual, a few buds wouldn't cost much. I pulled out my wallet before I looked up realizing she didn't want to be paid like that. Her tatted silhouette scurried over to me straddling me, her tongue slipped into my mouth. She always tasted sweet, I never mind having sex with her. When Cat first introduced me to her, I couldn't stop staring, her dark brown eyes and long, thick locs had me in a chokehold. I watched her movements when she cooked for us, she was graceful and soft. I found out from Cat a few hours later that Anastasia was Pansexual, she was genuinely beautiful, mesmerizing if that.

She always cooked so good too, she had amazing snacks all the time, her hair was always done beautifully. She had locs but she'd do them all differently, in a bun, pony, braided itself. She was gorgeous. Her tatts suited her perfectly. She raised her younger brother most of her life so she had a few tatts for him.

Anyways, the sex was good, she always tried to pleasure me but I always would respectfully decline. I wasn't into being touched, it was never my thing nor would ever be. After she gave me the hickey, I thanked her for the weed and made my way back to the dorm. I didn't realize how late it was, I had thirty minutes to get y/n and get ready. When I walked in I totally forgot about the hickey, I didn't want y/n to think poorly of me just yet. I wanted to get in her pants so badly, I had never felt this way before. I always had these girls wants me first but y/n was different.

I truly felt different about her, I didn't like it though so fucking Anastasia, Sarah and Cat was way easier than addressing my feelings I've had since twelve.

In the car I tried so hard to stop myself from touching her, god the way her tits looked so plump in that dress. It was skin tight, her nipples were seen through it, I had my ac blasting for this reason. One small slip and her entire pussy would be out, I imagined how it looked. Glistening, twitching between my touch. God I needed her.

We made our way to the party, upon getting in I went off after seeing Mickey and his girl, I loved them together. I won't lie his girl has a fat ass, I would be fibbing if I said I never tried to get her to give me a lap dance but overall I'm chill with trying to get at her. I didn't see much of y/n for the night, I smoked with a few people. I drank with Dina and Jesse, once crossfaded I made my way to the bathroom. "Fuck I gotta piss" I stumbled in, I saw Y/n all over Abby I was just about done. I was heated, not Abby no way. I saw a girl dancing on Abby but I didn't think it was y/n.

"What the fuck?" We argued back and forth until I realized this HAS to be the liquor talking. "I'm not yours-" I felt sick, fuck I did not need to come off as some fucking simp. I immediately left the bathroom and sprinting out to my car, I figured I'd spend the night at Dina's dorm, I pulled out another rolled and lit it, I headed towards Mcdonalds...I needed to let off some steam before I went back to D's. Maybe I could hit up Sarah?

~ The same night prior ~

~ Abby point of view ~

I pulled up to Jesse's house, I admired the outside for a short while until I went in. I wandered making short convo's with people until my eyes landed on a familiar face. I walked into the kitchen and began pouring a drink for her.

Y/n led me to the dance floor, she was so sexy god. I really hope Ellie didn't get to her yet...she grinded against, her hand running down my abs. I couldn't control myself, I wanted to scoop her up and strip her, lick her down and fuck the shit out of her-

She pecked me then began walking away....I was confused, I followed her. I opened the door to see a puking mess. I cleaned her up, everything was going well until Ellie walked in. Fuck she definitely was Ellie's girl this always happened. "I'm not yours-" Oh shit. Ellie did NOT like that, I saw her face drop. She sprinted out of the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. I laughed just as y/n collapsed into my arms asking to be taken home. I drove her home, carried her upstairs and placed her onto the bed I was assuming was hers. "Please get me cloths" She attempted to ask yet slurring her words. I scooped her up closing my eyes while changing her. I placed her into bed, got some water and Aspirin.

"shit I need some paper" I wandered looking for a notepad, I stole some out of Ellie's bag, jotting down my number then heading out. I was falling for her...and I think she is falling for Ellie. I drove home silently, I got inside my apartment, rubbed my Frenchies belly then headed to bed. 'I just need to pray she texts me' I thought as I drifted off.

"Your phone is going off Abby" Lev said, I walked over checking it out.

AHH IT'S HER!!

I immediately texted back, I grabbed a few pastries and some Mcdonalds and began heading her way. I need to win her over, not this time Ellie.

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[spells-and-liquid-luck]

Draco has a twin sister and when Harry uses sectumsempra on Draco in the bathroom draco's twin sister rushes to help him, fending harry off. she's really talented with spells and everything and ends up nearly killing him until snape restrains her or something?

Here you go! I hope it's to your liking, please show it some love ❤

The Thin Line Between Good And Evil - Draco x Twin sister reader

Warnings: angst, mentions and uses of unforgivable curses.

(I don't own any of the images used below)

Being Dracos twin sister had its good time and bad times. Childhood was no exception. She could remember playing hide and seek with her brother and running around the manor laughing trying to chase each other in a game of tag. They were carefree children, up until it was time to grow up and start acting like 'true Malfoy's' as their father liked to put it.

Now, here they were attending Hogwarts. Both Slytherins and both had become prefects, and both had more than exceptional grades. They were feared, but yet also respected by their peers. Being feared however, didn't let them become immune to gossip. There were rumors making their way around the castle. Draco, death-eater. Malfoy twins evil? Nobody was really sure if they were true, most decided it was just gossip, and ignored it mostly from fear the Malfoys would hear about it, and make some sort of statement that involved tormenting the younger students. The only one who was sure that Draco had become a death-eater was Harry Potter. He, like usual couldn't keep his mouth shut, and he always found time to spew his unwarranted opinions any chance that he could get. They only ones who really knew the truth were of course the Malfoy twins, and they were not going to entertain the rumors, especially when it came to Harry Potter. That was one thing the Malfoys could agree on. Never trust Harry Potter.

"Hermione, I swear. Malfoy is a death-eater!" Harry exclaimed with exasperation. "How on Earth do you know that? You can't just accuse people of being death-eaters, Harry." Hermione swiftly and rationally explained. "I just know, okay." That was the end of their brisk conversation that she couldn't help but to overhear. For someone who doesn't like to study, he sure studies Draco very well. She thought to herself.

During the passing days, Harry had been relentless. Spying, creeping around, not minding his own business. Draco was clearly on a mission, and she could see how much her brother had grown exhausted from how hard he was working. Lately, he began to look tired, scared and anxious. He was always looking over his shoulder, and how adamant he was about fixing the vanishing cabinet. He was also ordered to complete another task, but that one was a secret that not even she knew, but she could tell whatever it was, it was driving him crazy. Nobody in her family would tell her what it was, and a part of her was a little too scared to even ask considering how top secret it was.

That same day, she had heard talk that Katie Bell was taken to the hospital wing. She had been given a package, or at least that was what she had been told, and in that package there was a necklace. Katie was seen carrying it to Dubledore. The necklace was cursed and of course another and his friends had been caught in the middle of it. Harry had once again accused Draco of being a death-eater and trying to assassinated Dumbledore's using said necklace. She had heard enough. She had to speak about this with Draco. She searched the castle for her brother, until finally she had spotted him in the astronomy tower.

She headed up the final steps in slow strides unsure of how she would approach asking him the question she had in mind. Reaching the last step, she stumbled a little which made Draco quickly jump up and grip his wand. Looking at his face, he seemed frightend, like he was afraid to get caught out of bed by Filch.

It took him a second to calm his breathing and realize who she was. How hard could it be to recognize his own twin? Her shiny blonde hair catching the light of the moon. Her eyes that matched his and let's not forget their very identical facial bone structure. If it wasn't for the different way they styled their hair, nobody would notice which Malfoy was who.

"Why are you up here?" He questioned sitting back down and staring blankly into the night sky. "I need to speak with you. It's urgent, and you have to be honest with me." She gently bit the inside of her cheek due to how nervous she was to hear the answer he would soon be giving to her. He just sat there in silence also nervous of what she would ask. "Did you really give Katie Bell a cursed necklace to give to Dumbledore?" She asked with hesitancy. Draco closed his eyes in a way that someone would when they would like to escape a situation. Nevertheless, she pressed on and spoke. "I need you to answer me. If you did really do that. I just want to know why. If this is about quidditch or your classes you don't even-" He cut her off before she could finish. "It's not about that! It's not about quidditch! It's bigger than that! It's bigger than Charms classes, bigger than potions. It's more important than that damned Harry Potter! I've been chosen!" He lifter up his arm to reveal the dark-mark. She had already come to that conclusion herself. She didn't have a single clue why he was so easy to set off lately, until she realized.

"You're doing something for him." She stated still looking at his tattooed arm. "Something more dangerous than fixing some cabinet." She continued. He looked into his sisters eyes and for a second she could see what he was really feeling. He stood up straight grabbed his bag and let out a rushed "I've got to go."

Days had gone by since she had seen Draco. He seemed to he avoiding everyone. Katie Bell had returned to Hogwarts after getting discharged and she was ready to start her days as she usually would before the incident. Her housemates were thrilled about her returning. Asking her how she was, and if she was sure she was ready to be back. One thing she couldn't help but to admire about Gryffindors was that they always had each other's back. In Slytherin, she always had to watch out for herself because everyone is after something, and they weren't afraid to take what they wanted even if it meant sacrificing a friendship.

Today, everyone was gathered in the Great Hall. The Gryffindors were celebrating Katie's return to Hogwarts. The houses weren't causing harm to anyone and it seemed well. Until, a certain Slytherin boy barged his way through the doors of the Great Hall. He looked sweaty and on the verge if collapse. She wanted to reach out and help her dear brother, but it was too late because his eyes had met Katie's. She could see the guilt written on his face. His eyes widened and he had that familiar look of wanting to be sick. Everyone turned to look at him in surprise that he would show his face knowing what people were saying about him. He quickly ran out of the Great Hall almost as quickly as he had walked in. She noticed Harry pull his attention away from Katie and quickly made his way after Harry. Realization hit her and she too ran out to protect her brother.

Draco quickly ran into the nearest bathroom. Undid his tie and and unbuttoned his shirt a little to help himself breathe. Panic sweeping over him as he splashed water from the sink onto his pale skin leaving his hair slightly damp and dripping. "Malfoy!" Harry called behind him. Dracos eyes once again widened like saucers unprepared on how to deal with Harry while he was currently struggling through one of his panic spells. His first instinct. Attack. Draco casted a spell and Harry doged it. Streams of color left the tips of their wands while they were running around the bathroom trying to dodge eachothers spells. A few minutes of casting spells they had leaned in their years at Hogwarts. Harry had a new spell in mind that he was dying to try out for weeks. He hadnt practiced it or knew what exactly it did.

"Sectumsempra" a sudden cry out of pain got her attention as she quickly rushed in the bathroom to see her twin brother wet and bloody on the bathroom floor. She let out a sudden gasp and looked at Harry in horror and in a complete rage. Harry was just as shocked to see what the spell had done to Draco, but the rage that had manifested in her made her pull out her wand and he looked at her in shock as she casted an unforgivable curse. "Crucio" Harry let out an agonizing scream but she wouldn't stop. She let the pain keep coursing through him. She wanted him to feel the pain. She wanted him to hurt. She wanted him to feel just as much pain as he just put her brother and her through. Tears were running down her face as she saw her brother losing too much blood. She really wouldn't even mind killing Harry at this point. Harry was beginning to feel weak as the pain from the cruciatus curse felt never ending.

"Expelliarmus." Her wand flew out of her hand as Harry began to feel conscious again. She ran after her wand and pointed it at Harry again. "Give me a reason why I shouldn't kill you?" She whispered through gritted teeth. As Snape ran to Dracos aid. Harry stayed quiet too busy trying to not think of the lingering pain he felt. "Ava-"

"Incarcerous" Snape quickly yelled before she could actually murder someone. She felt ropes binding her and she couldn't move. She fought to break free and for a second was reminded of how similar she was acting like her Auntie Bella.

"Vulnera sanentur."

"Vulnera sanentur."

"Vulnera sanentur."

Snape whispered over and over again until there was no blood flowing out of Dracos unconscious body. When he was done he looked at her with a fury in his eyes that she had not seen before. "You're lucky that I will not report this accident to the ministry, but I will have to report it to Dumbledore. Do you understand how much trouble you could get into. You almost bought yourself a one way ticket to Azkaban! I'm sure Dumbeldore will not be so lenient with you, but it's a lot better than having the Ministry escort you with your hands bound!"

Snape was right. She was willing to accept any form of punishment. Even Azkaban. Luckily the punishments weren't as severe. Harry had detention with Snape, and she was excused from DADA for a month and had to stay late in detentions helping Professor McGonagall who treated her as if she was a convict, but she somewhat understood why she did what she did. She was protecting the one she loved the most in the world. Her brother. Her twin. The only family she could trust.

Once her punishments were over, she was ready to apologize to Harry, and she was willing to make things right. Turning over a new leaf was going to be hard, but she was willing to go to any lengths to fix things.

#draco x reader angst #draco x slytherin!reader #hogwarts #sectumsempra #thanks for the ask!

[tickle-page]

“How long can ya last?”

A/N: Ok… but tickling should’ve been a challenge. Yes I ship Noah and Cody. (I am not proof reading allat).

⚠️: Some footer tickles

Summary: Chris thought of something that’ll make people drop like flies. One that’ll cure his ler mood, and pretty sure people are growing suspicious of it.

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“We’re gonna have each team see how some of their players will last getting tickled…” Chris announced, cutting to the chase.

“Pfft, tickling? What does he have, some type of fetish?” Duncan scoffed, making his team laugh.

“Nope, thought it be a challenge nobody could pass. Anyways, we have… ‘Screaming Gophers’, and on that team is… Beth, Cody, Gwen, Heather, Justin, Leshawna, Noah, Lindsay, Owen, Trent, and Izzy, against ‘Killer Bass’, and on that team is… Bridgette, Courtney, DJ, Duncan, Eva, Ezekiel, Geoff, Harold, Sadie, Katie, and Tyler.” Chris was about to explain how it works before the writer thought they’re was too much typing in one dialogue, so here’s the other one, “Here’s how it works, You’re gonna choose two people on your team to get strapped up to this very convenient ‘x’ shape thing. One person get’s strapped up for an hour, while somebody from the opposing team tries to get the opposite contestant out then we’ll switch and they will have to stand an hour as well. And if the person getting tickled manages to last an hour w/o saying the safe word, which will be ‘Chris’, they win the challenge and get a reward, which is they’re very own spa treatment deluxe, but if you don’t… then you’ll meet me at the bonfire, and I’m sure you’ll know what will happen next.”

“Uh huh, uh.. Question?” Duncan raised his hand as if he was in school.

“Shoot.”

“Why is the safe word you’re name? Why can’t it be something cool like, Duncan, or murder, or vandalism.”

“A. They’re too hard to remember and B. I’m hot.”

“Ok… I have another question.”

“What…” Chris sighed.

“Why did you choose this challenge? Is there something you want to tell us?” Duncan tried to get under his skin and it didn’t work.

“Because… I just fricking explained it! You people are too good with these challenges, so I chose something that nobody in they’re right mind would pass.” Not because he had a tickle fetish, Ofc not. What kinda judge would put their contestants in a situation like this just to help their lee mood? If anyone thought Chris had a fetish, they’re wrong.

“Whatever you say….” Duncan was not buying it.

“Ok, ready? Talk over your team and see who will be their guinea pigs.” Chris stepped off his platform that was coincidentally placed on the dock.

(Meanwhile, with Screaming Gophers)

“So which two will get tickled?” Beth asked.

“I think it should be lazy dude over there.” Heather pointed to the latter before her.

“Who, Owen? Dude, I know your not very likable, but to call Owen lazy just because he doesn’t cut back on the snacks, is off the charts-“ Noah stocked up for his bestfriend, only to be shut down by Heather.

“Not him, you.”

“ME?! Why me?!” Noah was puzzled and scared, trying to change their minds, but it seems to go down stream for him.

“Well duh, isn’t it obvi? You don’t join in on any challenges, you just stick your face in that musty book. It’s about time you show team work.” Heather continued.

“What?! Come on guys, change her mind, please!”

“Sorry man, she’s right.” Owen agreed.

“Owen?! Your suppose to be my bsf!”

“I’m sorry, Noah.”

“Well… You are a big time slacker…” Beth joined in.

“YEAH! You’re always reading the book like, ‘ooohohoho~ I can read~’ and then I’m all like, ‘Dude, sub me in,’ and you’re all like, ‘Whahahat? Can’t hear you, dudette, too busy reading, yah…’ That’s basically how it goes.” Izzy chimed in.

“That’s not at all how it went! Guys please! Don’t make me do this.”

“Don’t worry, Noah, if you go, I’ll join you so you won’t be as scared anymore!” Noah’s secrete crush, Cody, replied.

As thankful as Noah is right now that Cody is trying to cheer him up, this doesn’t stop him from getting tickled.

“Awww, ain’t that cute? Your boyfriend is checking up on you!” Izzy cooed. Making the other’s but Heather coo as well.

“He’s not my boyfriend!!!”

“Alright, guess it’s settled. Noah and Cody will get tickled, and trust me Noah, if you flake out before it hit 20 minute mark, I’ll make sure the others will vote you off for being a bad team player.” Heather got close up to his face to make her more intimidating, and it worked.

“WHAT?!… omg!!” Noah gave up because it was useless fighting anymore, at least he’ll have his crush beside him, but it won’t make him less ticklish.

(Meanwhile, with Killer Bass)

“So… Who’s gonna volunteer?” Courtney asked.

“Not me!” Bridgette backed down.

“Yh… I’ll sit this one out.” DJ.

“THAT’S SO CHILDISH, COUNT ME OUT!” Eva.

“Nah, this will ruin my record.” Geoff.

“Well, it’s not gonna be-“ Duncan got interrupted by Sadie.

“I’m not doing this!” Sadie.

“If Sadie’s not doing it then I’m not doing it!” Katie.

“Uhhh…. Yh, I’m not doing this challenge.” Tyler.

No one likes Ezekiel.

“Guess it’s just Duncan and Harold.” Courtney said.

“Why?! No cool guy should get tied down and tickled for a challenge in front of an audience.” Duncan crosses his arms.

“So you rather get tied down and tickled if it wasn’t for a challenge?” Courtney smirked.

Duncan loves his girlfriend with all his heart, but sometimes she can drive him to sanity. “Wha- Absolutely not! I’ve been to juvy, my street cred would plum it if I even began to like tickling.”

“Uh-huhu.” Courtney giggled.

“So why do I have to do this? I don’t want to get tickled either.” Harold said.

“Yeah, you’re probably gonna have to clean the skid marks on your underwear after the challenge, haha.” Duncan made DJ, Geoff, and Trent laugh at his joke.

“So it’s settled then, each team members who were picked, come up so Chef can strap you guys in.” Now that Chris was saying those words, he just now realized how weird this challenge is.

The four of them complied, with Harold and Cody going first, and with Duncan tickling Cody and Noah tickling Harold.

“Your time starts when I start the timer.” Chris set an hour on his clock, and pushed start. “Go!”

And they began.

“Aww, crap, I don’t even want to do this…” Noah complained.

“DON’T THINK ABOUT IT NOAH!!! YOUR TIME IS RUNNING OUT!!” Gwen screamed from the sidelines, trying to reassure him, but it didn’t work.

Noah heard cute, bubbly laughter. It sounded as if an angle had dropped down from the sky… it was so majestic, and Noah wanted to hear it more after the challenge. He wanted to be the one to tickle his crush, but his priority isn’t the one on his team, it’s the one in front of him.

Noah decided to rip the bandaid off, and slowly skittered his blunt nails on Harold’s sides. It was so gross, but he didn’t want to be eliminated.

“Gahahahah, Thihihihis is so sthuhuhupid!!!” Cody laughed from Duncan’s skilled fingers on his knees.

“Wow, Duncan, you are skilled with this!” Courtney was astonish.

“Yeah, I would tickle my older brothers all the time.” Duncan replied, he then got flashbacks of them teaming up on him, and he shivered. Duncan will die twice before he ever tell them that he was always tickle punished as a kid by his older brothers.

Noah was flabbergasted by Cody’s laugh, that he stopped tickling Harold and looked over to his crush. Cody’s face was so cute right now, Noah wanted to die right then and there, until a familiar voice stopped him and his thoughts, “Hey, Romeo!!! Quit staring at Juliet and get to tickling, we want to win!” Leshawna called out from the sidelines.

“Stop calling me that!! I don’t even like Cody!!” Noah’s face says it all though.

“Ha! Your face is so red already, and you aren’t the one getting tickled.” Harold should’ve shut up.

“You know what? I’ll give you something to laugh about!” Noah skittered his fingers up and down Harold’s sides, stopping just barely under his armpits.

“GAHAHAHAH!!! I’M SOHOHOHORRY!!!!” Harold screamed out.

“It’s kinda too late for that one.” Noah teased and cooed the bonded lee, tickling his ribs and stomach, dipping his finger in the hollow and swirling it inside.

“Oh? U think u can out tickle me? I’ll show you who’s the real tickle monster.” If Duncan was the one in Cody’s place, his teases would’ve flustered him, but what can he say? He has experience. The Mohawk dude got dangerously close to the latter’s armpits, making Cody scream, which alerts the ler. “Oh?~ is someone ticklish hereeee?”

“No!!! NO PLEASE!!! NOT THERE!!! DUNCAN STOP, STOP, STOP-AHAHAHAHAHHA!!! PLEASE!!!” Cody went baserk, he totally lost it. His head was getting all foggy, he was getting breathy and panting, and to top it all of he was crying and his laughter grew silent. He had to gasp in between depths of chortles, trying so very hard to remember the safe word, let alone blurt it out, but he can’t manage to figure it out.

“What was that?~ I didn’t hear a safe word~. Maybe I should do this till you pass out… or… until you pee yourself, like glasses just did.” Duncan was insane, and yes Harold did piss himself due to the tickling, and Cody was on the verge of doing the same thing.

Noah didn’t notice the wet stain on Harold’s pants, he was way too focus on staring at his crush with widen eyes. Noah swear that if looks could kill, Cody would’ve been dead before the tickling killed him. He didn’t care how obvious he was being right now, he just thought that when will he ever get a chance to see Cody in this state again? All helpless and breathy, trying to say the safe word, but he couldn’t because of all the laughter he was doing. Noah swore to everything that he doesn’t like tickling…Cody is the only exception, tho. His trance was broken when Cody finally managed to say the safeword, “CHRIS!!! CHRIHIHIHIS!! STAHP NOW, PLEASE!!!”

Duncan stopped, and Chef went over to the two to unlock their tied up limbs, making them slump over to the ground in heaps of laughter. “Ok, Duncan and Noah, it’s your guys turn.” Chris said.

The both boys signed and was terrified of what’s in store for them, but they wouldn’t want to let their team down, so they got on the chair letting Chef tie them up. “Wait… can Harold change first? I don’t want him being that close to me when he smells like cats.” Noah looked down at his pants, Harold looked down as well and looked back up with a redden face, covering himself up when everyone started laughing.

He got back from changing, and got beside Noah waiting to tickle the shit out of him. Noah would’ve had so many more sarcastic things to say, but right now, he was so scared, like he doesn’t like being tickled at all, Duncan’s the same way, but he can hide it more. “You good, Noah? You’re sweating.” Harold mentioned.

“Y-yeah… I’m *gulp* fine… I just don’t like being tied down… or… t-tickled.”

Duncan noticed how nervous he was, “awwww, is someone scared of tickling?”

“Shut up!” Cody tweaked his side, making him twitch and have a startled laugh, “Listen Noah, don’t force yourself to continue if you don’t want to, ok? I know how it feels, being trapped and claustrophobic, so don’t be obligated to push yourself fowards, ok? Our team will still love how you were brave enough to do this.”

“Like heck we will, GO BIG OR GO HOME NOAH!!!” Heather yelled, getting slapped over the head by Leshawna.

“And… if our team does lose and u go home, I won’t forget you, bestie!!”

That’s right, Noah and Cody were just friends… nothing more, nothing less. It’s stupid of him to get so attached to a straight boy, so why can’t he get him out of his head?? It’s like a broken record, getting scratched over and over again. He was about to cry, but had to hold it in, so if he did cry, he could just blame it on how much it tickled. He can’t get so worked up anyways, once one of them goes home they’ll forget about the other, wether it be by elimination or by wining, no one will remember any one, they’re only there to make money, not friends. And that’s what he needs to focus more on, winning the dough. “Can we start already?”

Chris started the timer, and the boys went to work.

Cody didn’t hesitate on scribbling the life out of Duncan’s socked soles, teasing him about how ticklish they were.

Harold, on the other hand, started off lightly scratching Noah’s stomach, saying things like, “Come on Noah, u know u wanna laugh~” and it embarrasses the hell out of the other.

If it’s one thing Duncan hates, it’s getting tickled. He had older brothers he would tickle, but then they would get their revenge before he could blink. It didn’t help the fact that Duncan was so much more petite than the others. So this, this right here, would be hella embarrassing if he gave up due to a little tickling, but he was so damn ticklish, he doesn’t know how much longer he can go.

Now, Noah hates getting tickled and tickling as well, but if it’s one thing he absolutely hates, is getting tickled in front of the person he likes. His laugh is so annoying and obnoxious… and cute… but Cody don’t want to speak about that. They we’re just friends, it’s not like they loved each other… hahahe. So Noah will take it to his grave that he won’t laugh, that was… until Harold did the unthinkable.

“Come on. LAUGH FOR ME!!” He squeezed both sides of Noah, leaving a few red thumbprints on him.

“NO!!! GAHAHAHAHA!! St-Stahhahahap!!!” Noah had limited room left to squirm, so he tried to do anything that was mentally possible right there to stop the tickling, but nothing seemed to work, considering he was strapped down.

It was Cody’s turn to be fixated on his crush’s friend’s laugh. They way Noah would get all squeaky and loud, it was the best sound ever. Cody himself would think it would be weird to have a liking for someone’s laugh, but he just couldn’t help it, bro’s majestic. He was imagining him with his fingers tormenting Noah, zoning out while his fingers slowly drifted off his target’s feet, giving Duncan enough time to breathe. Until Leshawna broke his trance, “HEY!! JULIET!!! GET TO WORK!!”

He was finally brought back to reality, bringing his attention to the matter at hand. Cody wanted to get this over with, so he tickled the only most ticklish spot he knew, thanks to Courtney. Why did Courtney help him, u ask? She didn’t. Cody was just walking past his cabin, when he heard faint laughter, it was Duncan’s. “COHOHOHOURTNEY!! STAHAHAHAP!!!”

“Hahaha, it’s so funny, because your neck is so sensitive, it’s cute. Not to mention you’re extremely ticklish.”

Yes. They we’re having a tickle fight, and Duncan lost, he always does. Cody made sure to lock this core memory in his brain incase he ever needed this information. And now he does.

He shot his fingers in the crook of his neck, wriggling all ten fingers inside. “NOHOHOH!! STAHAHAP!! CHRIHIHIHIS!! PLEASE”

The timer stopped along with the two lers. Noah was having a hard time breathing, and Duncan was audibly gasping. Chef untied them both, while they slumped to the ground. Cody helped Noah up, while they locked eyes for a solid second, until they turned their heads out of embarrassment.

“I would give u guys another challenge bc it was a tie, but considering Duncan lost way too soon, I’ll give this one to the Screaming Gophers.”

Every one on their team cheered and celebrated, while everyone on the other team looked like they had sticks up their asses. “Oh, We know who we’re gonna vote off,” Courtney scowled.

“It wasn’t my fault, princess, how did he even know to tickle me there?” Courtney’s and Duncan’s arguing grew quieter the father they got from the cameras. Cody gave Noah subtle squeezes to his sides, earning him a few squeaks, Noah pledged that he would only tickle Cody back when they either get together or he gets more comfortable around him. Either way, they are a cute couple.

*

YES!! I’M FINALLY DONE😭

“Hahaha,

Now Noah also hates tickling, but he especially hates getting tickled infront of

#tickle #lee #ticklish #total drama tickle #total drama

[bayisdying]

Lucky Penny - Chapter Eighteen.

A/N: Wedding planning is in full swing, next chapter will be the day before the wedding, and then to celebrate getting to chapter TWENTY we will celebrate the Steele- Garcia wedding! 🥰

After their small fight, wedding planning was going smoother for Fanboy and Lucky. They just had one snag, Lucky didn't have anyone to go dress shopping with. When she a little kid her mom and her always talked about going together. That would be a little difficult seeing as they were thousands of miles apart.

Lucky also hadn't decided on if she was even having bridesmaids. Rueben was of course going to be Mickey's best man, but her built in Maid of Honor was dead. Nobody else mattered as much as Katie had.

She loved her friends Spicy and Cin, but she felt awkward asking them, mainly because she knew in her heart that she couldn't choose one over the other to be Maid of Honor. And also, that the title belonged to someone else.

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Nobody was supposed to find out she was going alone, but Fanboy couldn't keep his damn mouth shut.

He was sitting at a table with Rooster, who was invested in the Steele-Garcia wedding since he had become such a big brother to Lucky.

"Does she have a dress yet?"

Fanboy sighed "no, she has an appointment next week."

"Why do you sound like that's a problem?"

"She's going alone. Her mom obviously can't just fly to California to be here with her, she doesn't want me there obviously, and Ice has meetings that day."

The girls, who were just a table away, shared a look. Cin and Spicy were damn sure not making their friend go dress shopping alone.

"Figure out when the appointment is Cin, and we will go from there."

And that's how they ended up outside the cute boutique with a whole crew, waiting to see Lucky's Jeep pull up for her appointment.

In one car there was Ice, Dragon, Spicy, Rooster, and Bob. In the other was Jake, Javy, Rueben, and Cinco. Spicy and Cin were on the phone with one another as they waited.

"There she is!" Cin squealed.

They watched as Lucky climbed down from her yellow jeep and head inside.

"She looks so sad." Spicy noted.

"Well let's fix that!" Cin said.

They all climbed out of the cars, and Rue called Delilah on FaceTime (she's in his phone as One Lucky Momma - he's a dork)

"Hey Rue!"

"Hey Momma! We are heading inside now."

They flagged down an employee, explained who they were here for and were escorted to a sitting area right outside a dressing room with Luckys names on it. It was very hard for this group to stay quiet but they didn't want to ruin the surprise.

The dressing room door opens and Lucky walks out in a gorgeous ball gown. She doesn't even notice the audience she's obtained, and looks at herself in the mirror.

"This looks awful." She said under her breath.

"I was actually thinking you looked damn gorgeous in that dress girlie." Rueben spoke up first, causing Lucky to whip around.

"What are you guys doing here?"

She took in all the people sitting in front of her, and saw her mom's face on the screen of Ruebens phone. It didn't take but a few seconds for her to start crying.

"Oh babe." Spicy stood up to hug Lucky with Cin right behind her.

"How did you guys even know I was here?"

Iceman stood up and wrapped his surrogate daughter in a bear hug. "I think a better question is why didn't you tell anyone you were going dress shopping alone?"

Lucky mumbled something intelligible.

Delilah's voice came from the phone. "Because she's stubborn as hell."

The group all nod knowing that was very true.

"I just....you know...it's supposed to be the brides mom and the bridesmaids...and my mom can't be here and I haven't even decided if we are having a wedding party yet....so..."

"Well now you have all of us here, and as pretty as that dress is, it's not you. Let's try some others."

The group split up and they all started picking out dresses for her to try on. Even the boys were having fun.

"Hey Lucky how about this one?" Jake held up a dress that would leave very little to the imagination.

"In your dreams Bagman."

Rooster looks at his friend in disgust. "Here Lucky, this one is nice." He held up a dress with a high neck and long sleeves that showed no skin.

"Is she a fucking nun Bradshaw?"

"Is she a fucking slut like your dress would have her look like?"

Lucky just laughed and shook her head at the two idiots in front of her.

Finally once they had found some dresses for Lucky to try on she made them all laugh with a small fashion show. Dress after dress was tried on, but none were the dress.

Then came one that Lucky had picked out herself. It was a beautiful strapless dress with a slit up her thigh in the ballgown skirt. It was the perfect mix of princess and sexy.

When she walked out she saw as her friends faces lit up. Clearly they liked the dress too. Well all but one Rooster.

"Isn't that a little too much leg?"

Spicy's elbow met his ribs, hard.

"Ow what was that for?"

"The dress is perfect." Spicy says.

"Are we looking at the same dress?" Rooster replies.

"It's okay, I can try on another." Lucky stated, an evil glint in her eye. If Rooster thought this was inappropriate then she would just show him just how much worse it could get.

Before anyone could protest to not listen to Rooster, Lucky disappeared back into the dressing room.

"Seriously Bradshaw?" Dragon asked. "She looked so happy in that dress."

"I just don't want anyone calling my sister a slut on her wedding day."

"You know Mickey will probably be calling her a slut that night?" Jake added, because of course he did.

Ice groans. "Nope, you're done talking Seresin."

Jake opened his mouth, but a glare from Ice told him to stop before he dug his grave even further.

At that moment, Lucky walked back out in a dress that barely covered anything. Spicy can practically feel the heart attack that Rooster is having right next to her.

"I am in love with this dress guys! I think it's the one!" Lucky exclaimed.

Rooster was turning red, as the others hyped her and the tiny dress up.

"Absolutely not! You are not getting that dress Lucky. Literally any other dress. Please."

Lucky stopped prancing around, and looked at Rooster.

"Even the dress with the slit?"

He sighs, she's giving him those puppy dog eyes. He can't say no.

"I suppose so."

Lucky ran off the little stage and hugged him tight, Rooster returned the hug with a smile. His little shithesd sister was getting married. Even if he thought the dress was a little too much. It made her happy, and he loved seeing Lucky smile.

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Now with a dress secured, there was really just one last big thing to discuss. Lucky had to ask someone very special if he would walk her down the aisle.

She knocked on the door to his office, and waited. She could hear him curse whoever was bothering him, which almost made her laugh.

"What do you...want?"

"Admiral Kazansky, will you do me the great honor of walking me down the aisle?"

She saw as the tears formed in his eyes before he answered her without words, just his bear hug.

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Now all they had to do, was survive until the wedding date.

Then they would be Mr. and Mrs. Gracia.

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A/N: and there's chapter 18! It's not my favorite but I still love it. I hope you guys enjoyed it! As always feedback is appreciated 😊 get excited because the wedding is almost here!

Tagging my babes: @mrsjaderogers @mtnofgrace @callsign-dragonbaron @callmemana @cycbaby @kloofspeaks @roosterscockpit @notyoursbutlewis @breadsquash

#top gun #top gun maverick #mickey fanboy garcia #baylie lucky steele #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #robert bob floyd #lucky x fanboy #fanboy x lucky #callsign lucky #lucky penny

[aelswiths]

This past week I reached 100 followers!! I’m incredibly excited, so to celebrate I’ve decided to run a challenge!

Since everyone had a blast with the Party Rock Anthem edit series during the tlkafterparty, I've decided to base the challenge prompts on party songs. All the prompts are inspired by songs from the 2010s (with a few 2000s bangers sprinkled in).

There are 60 prompts in total, each one is a song title. I’ve broke the prompts out into four separate categories based on vibes 😎.

You don’t have to follow me to participate. The more people who join the better!!!

See below for the Rules, Deadline, and Prompts.

Rules:

You can fill out however many prompts you like! There isn’t a limit to how many you can do and there isn’t a limit to how many times a specific prompt can be filled. Feel free to also combine prompts if you want to.

Prompt fills can be edits, icons, moodboards, fics, videos or anything you come up with!

Please tag me and use the tag #aelflaeds100challenge so that I know you’ve made something.

All TLK characters and ships are welcome!

The prompts can be used in anyway.

Some examples on ways to use the prompts:

The song/title/artist reminds you of another song that’s not on the list, so you could use that other song to fill the prompt.

The song/title reminds you of another work, like a poem or a book, so you could use that other work to fill the prompt.

You could base your prompt fill on the title/song/artist only, if you want to create a moodboard the title could be the theme or if you write a fic you could incorporate the song lyrics or artist into it.

If you end up wanting to use another song I only ask that you keep it within the 2010s timeframe. If there is a specific song you would like to use and its not from the 2010s please reach out to me and we can discuss it.

Deadline:

The challenge will officially run from September 10th to December 10th, but if you can’t make it until after that deadline don’t worry!!! Submit whenever you can, the more participation the better :)

If you have any questions feel free to reach out or drop a note in my inbox!

Prompts:

White Girl Wasted

TikTok by Ke$ha

Bang Bang by Niki Minaj

California Gurls by Katy Perry

Last Friday Night by Katy Perry

Call Me Maybe by Carly Rae Jepsen

Blah blah blah by Ke$ha

We R Who We by Ke$ha

All About that Bass by Meghan Trainor

That’s Not my Name by The Ting Tings

Single Ladies by Beyoncé

Raise Your Glass by P!nk

Starships by Niki Minaj

S&M by Rihanna

I’m so Fancy by Iggy Azalea

Partition by Beyoncé

Primadonna by Marina and the Diamonds

Worth it by Fifth Harmony

Side to side by Arianna Grande

Party Rock

Uptown Funk by Mark Ronson & Bruno Mars

Sorry For Party Rocking by LMFAO

Dynamite by Taio Cruz

Talk Dirty by Jason Derulo

I Gotta Feeling by The Black Eyed Peas

I’m Sexy and I know it by LMFAO

Fireball by Pitbull

Gangnam Style by PSY

Club Can’t Handle Me by Flo Rida

Scream & Shout by will.I.am

Don’t Stop the Party by Pitbull

Time of Our Lives by Pitbull & Ne-Yo

Wild Ones by Pitbull

Die Young by Ke$ha & LMFAO

My House by Flo Rida

A Little Party Never Killed Nobody by Fergie

On The Floor by Jennifer Lopez

Feel Good Vibes

Viva La Vida by Coldplay

Counting Stars by One Republic

Shape of You by Ed Sheeran

Chasing the Sun by The Wanted

Evacuate the Dance Floor by Cascada

Dancin by Aaron Smith

Shut Up and Dance by Walk the Moon

Only Girl in the World by Rihanna

Payphone by Maroon 5

DJ Got Us Fallin’ in Love by Usher

The Good, The Bad, and The Dirty by Panic at The Disco

Cake by the Ocean by DNCE

My First Kiss by 3OH!3

Mmm Yeah by Austin Mahone

Black Magic by Little Mix

Karaoke

Baby by Justin Beiber

Rolling in the Deep by Adele

Telephone by Lady GaGa

Poker Face by Lady GaGa

Shake it off by Taylor Swift

We are young by FUN.

We Can’t Stop by Miley Cyrus

Titanium by David Guetta

Just Dance by Lady GaGa

Party in the USA by Miley Cyrus

Too Late to Say Sorry by Justin Beiber

#aelflaeds100challenge #the last kingdom #its here guys!! #I hope you all have fun and enjoy this!

[randomfandomstuff1]

Billie fanfic 👍🏾(A/n: I know she was homeschooled just go with it) Y/n pov:It was the first play of the school year. I have been in every play since elementary so naturally I auditioned. We were doing the little mermaid. And I auditioned for Ariel, and I saw the quiet kid Billie I think that's how it's spelt. I walked up to her and said "hey are you gonna do the school play". I asked she said that she was actually thinking about it. I asked who she would audition for she said "probably Sebastian" I asked her why she said that. "He sings a lot an Y/n pov:It was the first play of the school year. I have been in every play since elementary so naturally I auditioned. We were doing the little mermaid. And I auditioned for Ariel, and I saw the quiet kid Billie I think that's how it's spelt. I walked up to her and said "hey are you gonna do the school play". I asked she said that she was actually thinking about it. I asked who she would audition for she said "probably Sebastian" I asked her why she said that. "He sings a lot and I like to sing". Oh that's cool well Im going to audition for Ariel. *Gasps* "Oh My Gosh what are you ok" yeah I just realized that we could be scene partners "Oh my fucking gosh, I thought something was happening" sorry just got exited "it's good" let's get to class "good idea" we walked are separate ways to are classes I went to Spanish and sat down next to my bff katie. She was texting her boyfriend, She looked up and said "omg y/n he is such a flirt". "Did you see ocean eyes" (a/n:code name for Billie fun fact my code name for my first crush) yes and she's auditing for the school play "omg for what part" Sebastian because he sings a lot. "Omg and your going to audition for Ariel I assume". Yeah I said with a smile。(time skip 45 minutes) third period me and Kate go to science class and Billie is sitting there writing something down. And we sat with her "hey y/n and y/n's friend" hi Billie we both said "also my names Katie but, everyone calls my Kate" Kate said thank you" wanna sit with us at lunch Billie "sure" we head down to the cafeteria and sit down. Some kids approach us one yelled AYO BARID. Oh no Billie said. The rest of the friends were recording. "So your gonna audition for the school play". "YEAH AND WHAT ABOUT IT" I said loudly. "SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU SLUT I KNOW WHAT DUEDS YOU FUCKED YOU CANT DEFEND NOBODY UNTIL YOU CLEAN UP YOUR ACT OR YOUR PUSSY". At the beginning of the year I was a slut. My mom told me to stop sleeping around I'll get aids. I disregarded that, But she got into a accident I vowed to stay committed to one person. Billie looked at me shook and scared. The boy said "back to you O'Connell if you think that I will go out with you or even act your a fucking idiot". He threw Billies food at her and threw her song notebook in the trash. His friends laughed and we're still recording. Some ginger dude came running over picked up the dude and beat his ass. Took Billie's hand and asked her something, she nodded her head and he took my hand took us to the bathroom and said "clean her up" I got some paper towels and tried to wipe it off. But in the end I gave her my jacket I asked her why he was talking about her liking him. "I used to like him" she started "But he never lets it go, he also was in every play in elementary school so that's where the acting thing came from" we just made eye contact and kissed her lips where so soft and pushed my hair back

TWO WEEKS LATER

it's time for adutions I got the role of Ariel but Billie...... GOT ERIC because there were lack of males it got Changed to Erica we were so exited

Couple weeks later

OPENING NIGHT everyone was stressing out about the play but everyone was costumed make up was ok everything and one were ok and ready after the show was down we took are bow and me and Billie snuck out and started to make out and finneas came out of nowhere and said y'all did enough kissing for tonight get off each other "fuck off finneas I don't say nothing when you and Claudia fuck for hours" "fuck you billie" "nah I will" y/n snaps back "buy condoms" and he walked away we laughed and we i let out a little moan she said "oh we finna sin"

#Billie eilish #y/n #finneas

[sugarrushproductions]

Darkwing Duck Reboot

Duckberg/Alliance

"Move it!"

"I want the middle seat!"

"Give me back my hat!"

"Give me back my seat!" 

"I was here first!"

“Let me go!”

“Alright, that’s enough!” Della shouted at the triplets, pulling Dewy off of Huey. Louie was sitting a few feet away, having been pushed off the couch and deeming the fight not worth anything. “Huey, you sit next to Donald over there. Dewy, next to Scrooge. Me, Webby, and Mrs. Beakley-”

“Hang on!” Webby chimed in. “I wanted to sit next to Dad.” Webby, while mistakenly calling him Scrooge for a while after the F.O.W.L. battle, got the hang of calling him that soon after. Both Scrooge and Beakley told her that she didn’t have to if she wasn’t comfortable with it, but she was stubborn as ever. Scrooge was happy, never once thinking he’d have any kids of his own.

“Della, is ther anyway I could switch with someone so I could sit next to my daughter?”

“Oh, right, you guys are inseparable now,” Dewy groaned, rolling his eyes.

“Dewy, hush,” Della scorned. She then turned to Scrooge and said she’d switch with him. With everyone settled in, they tuned the TV in to the St. Canard news channel. Dewy and LP had made them all promise to watch the Darkwing Duck parade, since Drake would be in it.

It was a few hours before anything other than Donald holding Della's beak shut as Katie hated on Darkwing. She had ended up getting sucked into the series again as Launchpad kept talking about it. But she finally threw him off and yelled at the TV again.

"That's right, go to a new section you pompous-"

"Della!" Scrooge, Donald, and Beakley yelled before she could finish. 

"What? She is!"

"That doesn't mean-" Donald started, but screams and booming came from the TV.

"What in blazes-?" Scrooge exclaimed, seeing the confused looks of the news team.

"This just in, three buildings have been blown up in St. Canard!" the helicopter duck radioed in. Quickly, with worried looks from the two regular anchors, the video switched to a live feed of the end of the parade. "Many floats for the Darkwing Duck parade have crashed, some are on fire- the buildings are crashing down! 

"There's many civilians who are being caught in it! Someone is even falling from the buildings!" The camera zoomed in on a little redheaded duck falling down as the debris chased her.

"Who is that?" Louie asked.

"That's Gosalyn!" Dewy yelled, stepping on Donald to get a better look. 

"And that's Drake!" Webby yelled.

"Oh no, what's he doing?!" 

Drake was running into the falling debris, likely trying to catch Gosalyn. They knew he wouldn't get there in time and that he'd get crushed by everything. 

Everyone was still in shock as Gosalyn screamed as she fell and Drake ducked and dodged all the falling building pieces.

Then, just as Gosalyn was feet from the ground and brick was feet from hitting Drake, a bright blue glow encompassed her and the buildings. 

"Hold on, there seems to be some sort of blue glow covering the pieces of falling buildings, stopping them! It's from what looks like a teenager!" 

"Lena!" Webby shouted in joy as all the buildings fell apart. She caught Every piece as it fell, protecting everyone she could. She had even saved Gosalyn with a little bit of magic.

"Amazing!" Huey gasped.

"That girl sure is something," Scrooge muttered, so low only Beakley could hear.

"Indeed," she answered.

"Everyone move!" Lena yelled. The helicopter was circling her close enough to see her struggling to keep that much magic in play. Webby and the triplets and the adults worried for her. Her features looked strained and she seemed tired already. "I can't hold them for long!" 

Nobody disobeyed her order. Everyone moved, Drake quickly grabbed Gosalyn and turned down the farthest alley from the damage, right next to the stage. Dewy whooped.

"Aw yeah! Darkwing Duck will save the day again!" He cheered from Donald's back, the duck in question still laying down from the initial throw from his sister.

“Lena seems to be doing most of the saving,” Louie stated, shoving his hands in his pockets. On screen, Lena was moving everything out of the way of the people and helping the firetrucks and police cars get past, tearing open the flaming floats to let the people out of them. And Drake hadn't come out of the alley yet.

"He's just waiting for the best moment to come out. And do you know how hard it is to get into his costume?" Louie eyed him suspiciously.

"How do you know that?" 

"Uhh…." Dewy immediately looked away and ignored the question. He really didn't want to admit that he had both tried on his costume and asked Fenton to make one for him. Or at least, find someone to. It was hidden under a floorboard in the room they had been locked in the first day they came to the mansion.

"Lights! Camera! Action!" The words were punctuated with a chainsaw starting and their attention back to the screen. A duck in an old, discolored Darkwing Duck costume, the hat red, jacket a bright yellow, and cape black with a red underside, said from the podium that Mayor Owlson had been only moments before. "Time for my close up." 

"Who the blazes is that?" Scrooge asked.

"He looks…. Familiar…" Dewy trailed, unsure of where he'd seen him before. Huey was writing down things and checking The Junior Woodchuck Guidebook for the smoke and blast patterns. Both reminded him of something he'd seen before. But where?

"Don't ruin this for me, Mayor!" The man yelled, holding Owlson by her throat and slamming her into the podium. Emergency services were busy with rescue and evacuation. Lena was doing her best to help, moving the debris out of the way and providing a birds eye view of the damage. She wouldn't be able to help.

"This is my spotlight! I don't need random heroes ruining it! So stay back! And that goes for all of you!"

Dewy wasn't the best at remembering things and the Darkwing movie was hard to pay attention to, but he'd finally remembered where that voice was from and where that duck came from.

"Oh my gosh, that's Jim Starling!" When everyone looked at with confusion, he rolled his eyes. "Star of Darkwing Duck? He ruined the Darkwing Duck: First Darkness movie Scrooge tried to make."

"That movie was doomed from the start," Scrooge argued. "But it is impressive that you were able to recognize that."

"I agree," Beakley said, adjusting her glasses as she surveyed the screen again. "He hardly sounds like him."

"Launchpad made him watch a lot of Darkwing Duck," Huey answered. Before she counter with the same argument, a familiar voice came from the TV.

"I am the terror that flaps in the night!" Darkwing yelled. DW was there to save the day. After a swift kick to the face, Owlson was freed from Jim's grasp. Gosalyn got her out of there before getting into a sniper-like position and pulled out her crossbow. 

The fight went on for a few minutes before a crash interrupted them. 

"Is that my jeep?" Scrooge asked, glaring at the screen. Launchpad stumbled out of the car, lighting up Darkwing's face and angering Scrooge's. 

"No!" Jim yelled, causing them both to look at him. 

"Is that my jeep?" Scrooge asked again, fists balled in annoyance. He got scolded by Beakley and Webby for focusing on the wrong thing.

Unfortunately, his chainsaw started on the first pull. "This is Negaduck's debut!" He swung it wildly at Darkwing, who flipped out of the way in just enough time. However, the back of his foot got cut by it. 

"Drake(Darkwing)!" The kids shouted in unison. Launchpad ran and tried to stop the fight or at least help Darkwing. 

"I will not have it ruined by you and your dumbass sidekick!" Beakly covered Webby's ears (Donald and Della were too far away from the triplets to do the same) as Negaduck raised the chainsaw again, planning to cut down the already downed duck, but an arrow grazed his hand. He shouted in pain, almost dropping his chainsaw.

Launchpad had finally made it on the stage and was going to tackle Negaduck. However, he had seen it coming and bit one of his outstretched hands. Then quickly followed it up with a punch to the beak.

"Launchpad!" All yelled, none louder than Dewy. He hated the feeling he had when, even though it was very faint, he saw the blood come from his arm.

"Kids, go to your rooms!" Della yelled. She should have said it earlier, but she was too shocked. This was already worse than an adventure of theirs. At least then, if someone got hurt, they could help. "Now!" 

They didn't listen. In the next moment, she lost her conviction anyway.

Darkwing, worried about Launchpad, got trapped in Jim's- or Negaduck, as he had mentioned earlier- grasp. He was fading out of consciousness until an arrow shot through his hand. He shouted a curse before being surrounded, then threw down red smoke bombs and disappeared. 

Lena had flown in the smoke and had the others disappear before it cleared.

. . .

"I told you to save those bombs for a different day!" Bulba yelled at Negaduck, who only busied himself with picking at his teeth as a goat fixed up his hand. The stitches hurt and were very unpleasant to get from an inexperienced person, but he couldn't afford a hospital. He'd used all his bank money for the bombs and gas for his chainsaw.

"Oh, lay off me, Bulby," Negaduck groaned. He was not in the mood for a lecture. And seeing the way Bulba growled at the nickname he had given him made his day.

"Don't call me that, Negsy." Negaduck, on the contrary, liked the nickname that Bulba had given him. He'd likely use it himself. "I thought we agreed that we would take out McDuck first." 

"No, you agreed to it. I want Darkwing Duck gone! McDuck can wait."

"No, he can't!" Bulba burst. "Scrooge McDuck's family is extremely connected to Darkwing and his companions. That stupid girl and that oafish man child are a part of their stupid family, and therefore, if we want to get Darkwing, we need to get rid of Scrooge first."

"Ow! Not so tight, Dumbass!" Negaduck yelled at his nurse, who had pulled the bandages too tight.

Bulba sighed and waved his goat lacky away. Then, putting a hand on his shoulder to which he got a growl, he spoke slowly this time.

"Look, I know you hate Darkwing. I do too, but getting angry while fighting him gets us nowhere. Both our experiences have taught us that." Negaduck growled more, if only because he was right. "We have to be smart-"

"I am smart!" Negaduck yelled, pushing away from him. He refused to wince at the pain in his right hand. 

"Let me rephrase. Smarter than we've been. If today was any indication, going in and announcing ourselves like that isn't going to work. If you would just be patient with me a little longer, I promise. We will get rid of Darkwing Duck."

Negaduck groaned and rubbed his hands over his face. Then banged his fists against his head. Bulba backed up, unsure of what to do with the crazed duck. Moments like this came often with Negaduck. It unnerved him.

"Fffffiiiiinnnneeee……" he trailed like a child who was backed into a corner but still wanting to get what he wanted, so he agreed. "But it better not be long."

Bulba let loose a sinister chuckle and smiled.

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Index

#drake x lp #darkwing duck #drake mallard #drakepad #dt17 #dt17 dewey #dt17 webby #dt17 launchpad #dt17 gosalyn #dt17 louie #dt17 huey #darkwing dad #Darkwing duck

[blookmallow]

been a long as hell time since i did an oc post no one cares about huh

its 2 AM and im thinking about oc weddings

- dreyden and gavin get married. dan is the officiant and nobody knows how or why hes qualified for it but he in fact is. gavin’s family fly out to california for the wedding and they LOVE dreyden. dreyden’s parents do at least bother to show up but they’re really uncomfortable the whole time and wont talk to anyone. dreyden’s mom cant help but like gavin at least a little bit though. brian doesn’t show up at all and sends some weird passive aggressive gift months later. clive shows up uninvited and half drunk. jan drags him out.

they adopt at least one kid eventually. gavin’s parents are the favorite grandparents but dreyden’s mom does try to be a good grandma. his dad barely interacts with them at all

- kayzee and jan get married. lex is one of jan’s bridesmaids and is ecstatic about it. shuri is as well and she’s extremely touched and flattered to be included. dan walks with january down the aisle, as her father isn’t alive to be there. johnny breaks into tears every five minutes and has eyeliner absolutely streaming down his entire face

they have like 3 kids eventually. jan’s mom has the youngest thoroughly convinced she’s secretly a witch

- bee and katie get married, her parents love him, there are flowers Everywhere, they never have kids but they have a Lot of animals

- iris and malkin do not get married but they do stay together

- lex and chris, after a Lot of struggles and breaking up and getting back together and breaking up again and one crisis after another, finally do get married eventually. chris invites Mother as mostly a symbolic gesture, letting her know but not actually expecting her to come - she’s essentially a goddess, after all. but she does. she embraces lex warmly and promises him, things are going to be alright. love has a way of working itself out. everything will be alright

she introduces herself to the few guests (shuri - who knows her already, january, kayzee, johnny, at least. maybe malkin) (clive was invited but doesn’t show up. lex doesn’t take it personally but never really understands Why he ghosted them and they never discuss it) as chris’s mother - no further explanation. when asked about his father, she interrupts to say there is no father, and nobody questions it any further. she is radiant and beautiful and everyone feels oddly starstruck around her but no one is sure why. jan feels like crying when she sees her and can’t explain it.

- soon after chris’s wedding stasia and ophelia decide to get married too. there’s mostly just stuffed animals as guests since ophelia can’t leave the underworld and there’s not really a lot of options around. some mice join in too. erom carries stasia down the aisle on a pillow (hes the closest thing to a dad she has and That’s What They Do In Weddings!)

lumenia definitely would have its own wedding traditions but i havent thought of them so im not going to try to make something up at 2 in the morning

venus and celina probably get married eventually. but it takes So long

dahlia marries lilac. laelia and sage get married but not Officially, Legally, just sort of. their own invented ceremony. my brain is shutting down so thats all for now

#cellophane rose #our eyes of glass

[sellieellie]

hi. update time.

i passed all of my classes this semester and i made the deans list. i also got a job for next semester. i did spend the last month of the semester staying the night at home every night. i skipped so many classes.

i miss my friends. a lot. things aren’t the same.

i miss my friends. the bonds i formed this summer. we still speak but it’s not the same.

this will isn’t the same one that asked if i was okay after a and night. that told me “you know we all think you’re pretty, right?” after i was rejected. the one that hugged me when i said i would say yes to anyone who wanted to be with me because i felt so alone. the one who laid his head on my lap any chance he got. the one who offered me drinks and joints when i didn’t want to get out of the pool. now he hardly speaks to me when we’re in the same room and he only really talks to the high schoolers.

this connor isn’t the one who exclaimed and got excited when i arrived to the party late. he’s not the same one who said i was “the kindest person he’s ever met.” he’s not the same one who asked me endless questions about who i am and why i’m that way. not the one who felt like he could open up to me. not the one who begged me to stay in the kitchen while i made cake for everyone. not the one who let me share a chair with him when we played cards. now he flirts with katie and tells me to shut up if i annoy him.

this jason isn’t the same one who got matching sunglasses with me to bond over our mommy issues. not the same one who drove me home on drunken nights. not the one who let me borrow his sweatshirt when i needed something to sleep in. not the one who got me a towel when i was cold after the pool. now he only pays attention to the high schoolers. i doubt he even has the glasses anymore.

this spencer isn’t the same one who lit my joints for me. he’s not the one who offered to help me study for my math placement test. he’s not the one who gushed about me in the pool to my friends. not the one who got me tylonel when i was sick. not the one who wrapped me up in a towel when i got out of the pool. not the one who brushed the hair out of my face at dawn. now he has a new girlfriend and he only hangs out with our group to get drunk.

this katie (hs friend) isn’t the one who called me the “best bartender.” not the one who encouraged my romantic relationships. not the one who called me the nicest person ever. now she tells me to get over it and makes plans with me only to do them with someone else.

this isaac isn’t the same one who went to prom with me. the one who made sure i was okay during a bad trip. the one who asked how i was when no one else would. the one who made sure i was safe before he left the party. now he doesn’t even acknowledge me anymore.

i feel like i’m being replaced. there’s this girl that our high school friends were friends with, we’ll call her ava. she’s the sweetest. even sweeter than me. and now everyone is giving her that title. the thing is that that’s the only thing that i had. that’s it. and if i’m not the kindest then who even am i to this group? and the worst part is that i can’t even hate her. she too kind.

i haven’t made any real friends this semester. nobody likes me. i’m not anyone’s favorite anymore. i’m no one. i hate that i base my value on other people but that’s all i’ve ever known.

jason, will, and the high schoolers hung out tonight. didn’t even think to invite me. they even made a joke about me on wills snap story. i shouldn’t feel betrayed but i do. i just thought we were friends?

it’s so fucking hard. i want to feel needed to bad but i’m too depressed to do any of the things that anyone needs.

idk. at least i got through my first semester. even though it sucked ass.

oh and another fun thing! my dad messed up my financial aid and hasn’t paid it yet, so i don’t even know if i’ll get to go back next semester! and i hate being upset with him but god am i pissed. so extremely pissed.

but yeah. that’s all i’ve got. no good updates other than passing. lmfao. maybe things will get better next year

[mothric]

what enneagram type is the one that gets pissed off by enneagram 4s bc I'm that one

#me shaking every toxic 4 i've ever known by the shoulders: GET. OVER. YOURSELF. #they always think their pain is the most unique most painful pain and their trauma is the most traumatic trauma #and their personality just So unique Nobody can understand me #shut the fuck uppppp shut up shut up trauma isnt a dick measuring contest #and no your green eyes don't actually turn blue when you're sad katie you aren't a deviantart oc!!! gu h #ive known 4s to literally redefine words to suit their own construct of their identity #and then get mad when ppl point out that's not what those words mean #or theyll ask for constructive criticism and you'll give it and they'll either be like 'why are you so mean' or completely ignore it #i am well aware this is not applicable to all 4s everywhere i am specifically talking about toxic ones #i know good healthy 4s and they dont do this shit #it just seems like SO MANY are disproportionately toxic in this way that is carefully designed to piss me off specifically #and dont even get me started on the oversharing you didnt ask for #and then assuming you're close bc they trauma dumped on you against your will #7s do the oversharing shit too and *also* seem to like assuming my feelings for me which i cant fuckin STAND #im not uncomfortable bc i secretly like you susan i'm uncomfy bc you're invading my personal space and stepping on my boundaries #g u h . #do not repost my tags i'll murder you this is a vent for me and my 2k followers #once again want to reiterate healthy self assured 4s are actually Very cool. they dont need to tell you how cool they are #they just exist and are cool and that confidence is 10/10 #they have these niche interests you never knew they had until one day theyre casually like 'oh yea i hand stitched this whole outfit myself #or 'i'm working on my third radio show' and you're like you WHAT? you had other ones?? 10/10 love this for them

[fruitcoops]

hi <3 i hope you’re well and having a beautiful day so far. i was wondering if you could write a fic about sirius or logan’s brother like relationship to adele - for example, how they would approach her when she’s having a bad day or when she needs advice about something or maybe even after a disagreement with her parents. no worries if you can’t, i just thought it would be a wholesome interaction 💕

Oh, for sure! Katie and Logan get so much attention (for good reason--they're adorable), but I like to think of Sirius and Adele as the blueprint. Hope you enjoy! Combined with asks for Logan and Loops friendship, Papa Dumo (for @ jinxedjaz), Sirius coming back from visiting his parents while living with the Dumais, and Sirius-learning-to-people from this hc list. SW credit goes to @lumosinlove!

I

A little hand tugged on the hem of Dumo’s sweater. “Papa?”

He glanced up from his crossword and smiled, turning to lift Adele into his lap. “Bonjour, mon papillon. Do you want to help me?”

“Is Sirius okay?”

Dumo paused. His first instinct was to lie—how could he even begin to explain the complexity of the situation to a seven-year-old?—but the brightness in Adele’s big eyes told him she already knew the answer. She was a smart kid. She deserved to know at least some of the truth. “He’s having a tough day,” Dumo said quietly as dishes clinked in the other room. No matter what he and Celeste tried, Sirius insisted on washing up. “He’ll be alright.”

A little furrow appeared between Adele’s eyebrows. “Is it because of us? Because he misses his family now?”

“No, sweetheart, not at all. He just…” The words were impossible to find. “He just doesn’t like holidays very much.”

She worried her lower lip for a moment before wiggling free of his arms. “I’m going to make him feel better.”

“Adele—” Dumo made a grab for her, but she had already scampered out of reach and around the corner to the kitchen. In the three days since Sirius had come back from Thanksgiving, he had already reverted back to his shut-down ghost of a self.

“Excuse me, please,” Adele announced. The sink shut off. “Are you sad?”

That’s certainly one way to do it. Dumo craned his neck to watch their reflections in the glass of the back door without revealing his position. Sirius was always more comfortable around the kids than himself and Celeste. “Quoi?” Sirius asked, turning to face her.

“Are you sad? You’ve been frowny.”

Silence fell for a few seconds. “Ouais, a little,” he said at last. “But I’m not sad because of you.”

“That’s good. Papa said so, too. He says you don’t like holidays, but that’s so silly, because we were just talking about Christmas last week.”

“I like some holidays,” Sirius said haltingly. There was a rustling noise; Dumo saw him pick Adele up and settle her on his hip with a thoughtful tilt to his head. “I’m very excited to spend Christmas with you.”

“Pinky swear?”

“Pinky swear.”

“Good. I want you to spend all the holidays with us. Will you be frowny on Christmas, too?”

“I don’t think so.” Dumo could practically hear Sirius’ smile. “See? I’m already better.”

“Will you open presents with me? Marc and Louis always open theirs together, and Mama and Papa, but Katie’s too little to do it with me. I like playing Santa, but it means I hafta go last.”

In the glass, Dumo saw Sirius press a raspberry kiss to her cheek until she burst into giggles; his grin lit up the whole kitchen. “Of course I will.”

II

“You have to smile,” Adele groaned. “You’re scaring off all my customers.”

Sirius raised his eyebrows. “Pardon?”

She turned a big, sunshine grin on him, pressing her fingers into her dimples to exaggerate it. “Big smiles! You like being here! These are the best cookies you’ve ever had! Everyone should try them!”

“They should!” Sirius agreed. “I don’t know why you’re upset!”

She heaved a sigh and clonked her forehead on his stomach, knocking some of the air out of his lungs. “You look scary when you don’t smile.”

“I do not.”

“You do! You’re built like a brick wall and when you’re thinking, you get frowny!” She adjusted her Girl Scout vest and straightened up. “You have to be perky and fun and the cutest little kid on the block.”

“…I might have a problem with the last part.”

“Then I’ll be the cutest little kid on the block,” she said, exasperated.

Sirius narrowed his eyes at her. “Do you think I’m scary?”

“No,” she snorted. “But other people do.”

“No way.”

“Yes, way. Mama looks surprised when her face relaxes, but you’re, like, looming.”

“So…you’re upset with how my face looks?” he teased, dodging her attempt to poke his ribs.

“No, I just don’t need a bodyguard to sell cookies!”

“That’s literally what I’m here for,” he laughed, tugging one of her pigtails until she stuck her tongue out at him. “Alright, madame, I’ll try to be ‘perky’ and ‘fun’.”

“The air quotes weren’t necessary,” she informed him with great gravity, though she couldn’t hide the smile on her face as she turned back to the people walking across the street. “Hey, lady, do you want cookies?”

III

“So,” Logan began, then shoved another handful of pretzel sticks into his mouth. “Dating the captain. What’s that like?”

Sirius looked up from his phone and glared. “I am sitting right next to you.”

“Shush. Loops?”

Remus sighed and let his head fall toward Logan’s armchair; he was starting to get lightheaded from laying upside-down for so long, but it was doing wonders for his lower back and sore feet. “Dating the captain? Pretty cool, to be honest.”

Logan made a noise of disagreement. “I don’t believe that for a second. Does he make you run drills in the basement, or is it just a cuddle party all the time? ‘cause there’s no in-between.”

“Tabarnak,” Sirius muttered, flicking Logan’s ear as he headed out of the room. “You two gossip like middle-schoolers.”

“It’s really not bad,” Remus mused as he stretched one leg toward the curtains. “I’m the one who likes running drills, so he’ll usually watch tape while I do that for a bit. Cuddles aren’t as frequent as you might think. We’re boring.”

“Mmm, with some wild nights in there, eh?” Logan wiggled his eyebrows and Remus chucked a pillow at him, though it did not seem to deter him. “I seem to remember hearing a certain conversation about a new bedframe?”

“A headboard,” Remus corrected, pulling a face at him. “And it was already almost ten years old. You’re just jealous.”

“Ugh, for him? Nah. Peanut might have carried a torch—”

“You’re kidding. Did he really?”

“Oh, yeah,” Logan snorted, as if it was obvious. “But he has better taste now. Honestly, though, I’m glad you two are together. And that you’re happy in your boring domesticity, even if you’re breaking beds left and right.”

“Headboard, and it was one time.”

“Did I ever tell you about—”

The front door slammed open; both of them jumped as something heavy hit the ground with a thud. “Sweetheart?” Celeste asked from the living room, audibly concerned. Remus’ heart dropped and he shared a worried look with Logan, who was already on his feet. “Adele, what’s wrong?”

“Adele?” Logan called, his voice laced with worry. Remus’ heartbeat picked up as Adele appeared in the doorway to the living room with tears streaming down her cheeks, only to throw herself into Logan’s arms with a harsh sob. “Woah, hey, qu’est—”

“Boys are so stupid!” she half-shouted, half-wailed. “And I hate them!”

Remus stood there, useless, as she tore away and sprinted for the backyard, yanking the door shut with a bang before tearing across the grass. “Logan?” he asked after a moment. There was no protocol for this. He had absolutely zero experience with preteen breakdowns, and the Dumais kids always fell into Logan and Sirius’ territory. He could count on one hand the number of actual conversations he had had with Adele.

Logan’s nose twitched; he opened his mouth to speak, but the words died in his throat when Sirius came through the doorway and made a beeline for the yard without a single glance to either of them. “She’ll be okay,” Logan murmured as Sirius walked slowly to the swings, where Adele was sitting on the bench seat with her arms wrapped tight around herself.

“She seems pretty upset.”

Logan shook his head, not taking his eyes off the pair. “I’ve got Katie, he’s got Adele.”

“Yeah?” Remus asked, surprised. Logan and Katie were famous for their bond, two peas in a pod. As far as he knew, Sirius was equally close with all the Dumais kids.

“Apparently, they bonded from day one,” Logan said with the flicker of a smile. Outside, Adele laid her head on Sirius’ shoulder and pulled his arm around her back, burrowing into the softness of his hoodie as he gently rocked the swing with his foot and gave her a light squeeze. “They’re both quieter. Oldest children and all that. You really didn’t know?”

“I…” Remus trailed off and shook his head. “You and Katie are much louder about it, but that makes sense. He talks about all of you all the time., I guess I just assumed it was different since he was so closed off at first.”

Logan hummed. “Ask about it sometime. Dumo always likes talking about them.”

Sirius and Adele walked back after a few more minutes, still attached at the hip as Sirius jostled her lightly and pulled half a smile from her; they entered the house in relative quiet and Adele wrapped her arms around him one more time. “Love you,” she said, voice muffled in his sweater. Sirius rubbed her back in slow circles until she pulled away and padded down the hall to the bathroom

“Children are so mean,” he said as soon as the door closed.

“Then I’m glad she has you.” Remus curled his hand around Sirius’ shoulder and felt him relax beneath his touch. “Is she alright?”

“Some little asshole told her nobody would want to date her because she plays hockey.”

Remus’ heart panged. “How can we help?”

“Teach her how to throw a right hook,” Logan suggested. In a rare turn of events, Remus couldn’t tell whether he was joking or not; from the look on his face, it seemed to be the latter.

“She’ll be okay, baby,” Remus said. Sirius didn’t look away from the closed door. “Kids have always been mean, but the best thing you can do is be there for her, which you just did. It’s hard and it sucks but as long as she knows you love her, that’s enough.”

“Does she?” Sirius asked, almost too quiet for him to hear.

Remus looped an arm around his waist and kissed the top of his shoulder. “She does,” he promised. Without a doubt.

IV

Sirius drummed his hands on the steering wheel with a wide smile. “I’m so excited,” he said for the fourth time in twenty minutes.

“I can tell,” Remus said, still reading through his missed messages. The cell service in customs had been abysmal, and for some godforsaken reason his dad desperately needed to send paragraph updates on his hunt for the perfect holiday lights. Some days, Remus wondered whether he was happiest with his family or in Home Depot.

“I missed them.”

“Yep.”

“And I can’t let Logan get there first.”

“Sure thing, honey. Speed limit.”

“Three weeks is a long time, did you know that?”

“Mhmm. Sirius, speed limit.”

“How do you manage being away from Jules for that long?”

“Very poorly,” Remus said as he typed out a quick response to his dad’s latest text. His mother would end him if he allowed their house to be decorated with anything green—in all honesty, he was starting to think she had a personal rivalry with the Snakes. They turned onto Dumo’s street and he felt the excitement radiating off Sirius kick up several notches. “Deep breaths, love.”

“Ah, fuck me, the cubs are right behind us,” he muttered, pulling over to the curb and unbuckling his seatbelt.

“Sirius!” Remus spluttered.

“What?”

“Turn the fucking car off before you get out!”

Sirius heaved a sigh and pulled the key out, then took off toward the house at a jog; Logan went sprinting past the passenger window half a second later, and Remus heard Finn shouting after him from the still-running car to no avail. They reached the front steps at the exact same time, shouldering each other in an attempt to reach the doorbell first.

“—want to push it!” Logan insisted, kicking Sirius lightly on the shin as Remus headed up the walkway.

“You did it last time!” Sirius argued.

“I’m the youngest, so I get to do it!”

“That’s not how it works!”

The door swung open just as Logan tried to bodily shove Sirius out of the way, only to be put in a scrambling headlock. Dumo regarded them with an exhausted look on his face. “Bonjour, Loops.”

“Hey, Dumo,” Remus called from the base of the steps. “Nice night, eh?”

He shrugged, ignoring the two grown men roughhousing on his welcome mat. “Not bad.”

“Are les enfants here?” Logan panted, trying to heave Sirius into the nearest hedge.

Dumo rolled his eyes and opened the door the rest of the way. “Kids, we have visitors!”

Thundering footsteps echoed off the walls; Logan and Sirius tripped over each other in their haste to get inside. “Tremzy!” Katie shrieked, launching herself into his arms with a beaming smile.

Sirius hoisted Adele straight off her feet and shook her back and forth as she wrapped her arms around his neck in a tight hug. “You were gone forever!” she laughed. “We missed you!”

“What am I, chopped liver?” Logan teased as he set Katie down and opened his arms for a hug of his own. Marc and Louis slammed into him, nearly toppling him in the entryway.

“No, no, no!” Katie giggled as Sirius blew a raspberry kiss on her stomach, only to mimic it on his cheek a moment later. “You’re all scratchy.”

“Tough for kisses,” Remus agreed. “You should tell him to shave, Katie-bird.”

Katie squished his cheeks in her hands with a solemn frown. “No more porcupines.”

“You got it,” Sirius confirmed. “What do you think, Adele?”

She pulled a face and they all dissolved into laughter, exhausted from the long roadie and unable to contain their happiness. It was a tradition Remus was coming to know as he spent more time with the team—Logan and Sirius just couldn’t resist swinging by the Dumais house after a long trip, no matter how drained and battered they were. It was a combination of a competition and a family reunion, and the kids loved it every time.

“Are you staying the night?” Marc asked, lazily tying Sirius’ shoelaces together.

“Not tonight, no.”

“But it would be fun,” Louis said from his place hoisted under Logan’s arm, legs dangling.

“They’re tired, boys, be nice.” Celeste winked at Sirius as he leaned down so she could kiss his cheek before moving to Logan to do the same. “We watched all your games. You were wonderful.”

“Merci, Celeste.” The corners of Logan’s eyes crinkled, and Remus saw Finn and Leo share a smile behind him.

Sirius craned his neck to look back. “Oh, she wasn’t talking to you.”

Logan stuck his tongue out as the kids laughed, still clinging to them both. Remus happily accepted a quick hug and a hair-ruffle from Celeste before she moved on to Finn and Leo, and settled in for a cozy evening at home.

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