#the balconies and the pool and the big comfy bed

[warlordfelwinter]

also actually raphael's bedroom is like my dream room. including all the large oil paintings of a cambion

#the balconies and the pool and the big comfy bed #all the hellish but pretty decor #i'd take or leave haarlep but if they were there we'd just hang out and play video games or something #fel's bg3

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

This Wasn't in the Itinerary

Both of you work so hard, it's only right that you be treated to a vacation.

Character; Ruggie Bucchi

Content; fluff, gender-neutral reader, drabble

Word Count; 850+

AN; This is for a mutual of mine who brain rotted and I wanted to write a version of it. I hope you enjoy it!

“A vacation? That I get paid for,” Ruggie gave Leona a semi-shocked look. What's he playing at here?

Leona rolled his eyes, “Yeah, you’ve pulled your weight and then some, so yeah, you’ve earned it. Already booked you a room too, so don’t even try gettin’ out of it.” He tossed a key at Ruggie, who clamoured trying to catch it.

Ruggie’s brows were pinched, but he looked at the key; it looked fancy, way too fancy. “How much was this?” Did I really earn this? “I can’t-”

“Too late, room’s booked. They also got some fancy schmancy breakfast options too,” Leona handed him a card that had all of the information about the resort, all in pretty cursive. "So yeah, you can accept it."

Dear Ruggie Bucchi, Escape the stress of your life and come to The Canopy, a resort focusing on rewinding and letting your hair loose. Enjoy the fresh breakfast made by the best pastry chefs in the Sunset Savannah. Take a dip in one of the many pools on the grounds. Head out on a river cruise and look at the local wildlife. The Canopy is an all-inclusive resort, and we hope you enjoy your stay with us! Room Type & Number; Single bed with a minifridge, as well as a balcony with a hot tub. Room 183, East Wing.

This… this is real. “I-,” he took a deep breath and exhaled. “Thanks, Leona.”

“Don’t mention it,” Leona said nonchalantly He wouldn’t tell Ruggie, but he has been planning this vacation for him for weeks. “Just enjoy it. Ya earned it.”

. . .

When Ruggie arrived at his room there was already a small bag in the process of being put away, but it wasn't his. He double-checked the room number, yup, Room 183, East Wing. then why was there another bag in his room? But that scent smelled familiar-

“Ruggie?”

He turned around and saw you, standing in the doorway holding a brochure for some local shops. “Prefect?” He asked back, equally confused about the entire situation. “What are you doing here?”

You entered the room and went to your bags, looking over the card Professor Crewel left outside your doorstep. Or at least it said it was from the professor, but he hadn't said anything to you about it, but weren't complaining, you worked your butt off. Plus you didn't have to pay for any of this, so you weren't going to turn this down. “On a vacation. And you?”

“Same boat. Well, a forced one,” he also looked at your card. Room 183, East Wing. Had they double-booked the same room by accident? “Wanna talk to the front desk?”

You both looked at the bed; it looked nice, fluffy, and like it was made from the softest clouds. But it was a single, just big enough to hold one person. There was no way it could hold more without the two of you being crammed together. Ruggie could feel his ears heat up at even the idea of being in such cramped quarters with you.

You sighed and grabbed your bag, mentally preparing to talk to customer service. "Not really, but sure, why not?"

. . .

You both returned from the front desk to your room. Your shared room. And there were no other rooms available. Both you and Ruggie were stuck with each other, as the shuttle bus back to Night Raven College didn’t come back until tomorrow at noon at the earliest. So you would be stuck here for the night, sharing a single bed, together. But there were worse ways to spend your vacation, plus you like Ruggie.

“If you want I can take the floor, I don’t mind,” he offered, rubbing the back of his neck.

You placed a hand on his forearm, stopping him. “No, it’s okay,” you gave him a soft smile, “I don’t mind.” 

You got into bed a squished yourself to the edge so Ruggie could have the other half. Once he got comfy he looked up and then quickly looked away, and so did you. It was a tight squeeze, but like hell were you going to make him sleep on the floor. 

Huh, did he always have flecks of silver in his eyes? You shook your head, trying to shoo those thoughts away. When you looked back up though, Ruggie was already asleep, lightly snoring. Has he always been this pretty?

He shuffled over to you, slinging an arm across you. “Mmm, don’t leave,” he mumbled.

You stiffened but then relaxed, sighing. You carded your fingers through his hair and looked at him softly. “I won’t.” You sat there for a little bit before you too fell asleep, hiding your face next to his heart. A steady thump thump thump luring you deeper and deeper into a calm dream. 

. . .

“You did that on purpose didn’t you,” Jack asked, looking up at Leona.

Leona shrugged, “Eh, they don’t need to know that.”

Professor Crewel was not the one to gift you an all-expenses paid holiday, it was Leona. He had grown tired of the two of you not admitting anything and it was driving him up the wall, so he decided to speed things up. Hopefully, his plan turned out… the both of you deserved good things.

#twst #twisted wonderland #ruggie bucchi #twst ruggie #twst x reader #twst x gn reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x gn reader #ruggie bucchi x reader #ruggie bucchi x gn reader #twst drabble #just something short this time; yes 850+ is short #got the 'there was only one bed' rizz #technically leona and jack make a brief appearance but they're not the main focus; so no tag for them <3 #been stuck on jack's story so enjoy some more ruggie~ #hope the ruggie kissers enjoy #twst fluff #ruggie fluff #trying this format out to see if i like it

[bmwiid]

If I was a rich girl la de dee de de de da...

I'd buy a real big house with a nice big garden, and like a real fancy treehouse and like a outside pool thats heated! And I'd want like a old fashioned wild country garden with a big pond and like a beehive and wild bees and butterflies and birds and like, hidden doors to play secret gardens in. I'd like chickens! and even a duck or two!

And in my house I'd have like a big basement with a gym in it and loads of storage cause I'm a hoarder.

And I'd like a bedroom with a balcony looking out onto the wild gardens where I could read in the rain (with like a awning) and a big big bed with loads of room for all the cats to sleep with me so they don't fight. And a fancy night light on the ceiling so it looks like stars or colours or clouds or underwater. And a walk in closet, and a fancy en-suit with a bath AND a shower and green plants and so it feels like a garden after rain.

And in my kitchen I want one of those big american fridges that does ice, and a kitchen island! and I'd like a garbage disposal, and one of those taps that you can pull out and use it like a wee hose?

And a SEPARATE dining room thats always got seasonal centerpieces and looks super fancy and formal.

In the living-room I'd like a big TV and super big comfy couches and loads of floor sitting options cause I love a floor sit, and I'd like it to be really dark and comforting and have green plants and big windows and a hanging chair you could curl up in and read.

And I'd have a biiiig sewing space with all fabrics and machines and joy.

And then I'd also have an upstairs that is like a whole lil flat and I'd have my cousin and the kids stay over all the time and we could play in the treehouse and play with swords and dress up.

And I'd have TWO CARS even though there is only one of me, and one would be a little electric car and the other would be a big pick-up truck because I've ALWAYS wanted one, and that we could use for Costco and Ikea.

And the WHOLE HOUSE would have a Cat Superhighway built into it - like through walls and hidey spots and tunnels and walkways up high and sleepy areas that are heated and a selection of big cat trees.

And I'd have a cleaner and a gardener and even a chef to make nice healthy foods! and they'd be so well paid that they are like really happy to work for me.

And I'd tip SO MUCH when we all go out to eat and when I'd see people promoting their kofi or go fund me and I'd secretly donate loads more than they expected and then bask in that good good feeling, cause thats one of the best feelings!

la de da dee de de da...

#just playing #dream life #make pretend

[digitaltariq]

Icon of the Sea's Final Household Townhouse

Royal Caribbean Worldwide Icon of the Seas It took 900 days to finish the Royal Caribbean International's Icon of the Seas. Touted as the last word household trip cruise ship, the grand vessel sailed into Miami with Captain Henrik Loy on the helm in January 2024. Crowds gathered on the waterfront to marvel at her magnificence and measurement. “Welcoming Icon of the Seas to the Royal Caribbean household is a exceptional accomplishment years within the making for hundreds of innovators, engineers, architects and designers,” mentioned Michael Bayley, president and CEO, Royal Caribbean Worldwide. “Seven years in the past, we had an formidable concept to create the primary trip actually made for each kind of household and adventurer; now, it’s in our palms, making its largest debut.” This ship is the primary to function 40 eating places, bars and lounges amongst 8 totally different theme neighborhoods that embrace Thrill Island, Surfside, The Hideaway, Central Park, Chill Island, AquaDome, Royal Promenade and Suite Neighborhood.

Icon of the Seas. Photograph Jill Weinlein What additionally makes this ship distinctive is there are 2,805 staterooms on the Icon of the Seas with 28 sorts of lodging. There are over 50% new room sorts on the ship, together with 8 new suite classes. Rooms are designed particularly with households in thoughts, with greater than 82% of all rooms that may accommodate three or extra company. Greater than 70% of the rooms have balconies for company to open and step exterior for recent marine air and to seize dawn and sundown ocean views, in addition to totally different ports of name. Lodging embrace Household Infinite Ocean View Balcony, Icon Lofts, Infinite Grand Suites, Inside Plus, Sky Junior Suites, Spacious Infinite Ocean View and Central Park View Balcony, Sundown Nook Suites, Sundown Junior Suites, Dawn Suites, Surfside Household View Balcony, Surfside Household View Inside, Surfside Household Suite and the Final Household Townhouse.

Surfside is whimsical and enjoyable. Photograph Jill Weinlein Situated within the surf-theme Surfside neighborhood, The Final Household Townhouse is designed for households with young children and youths. Surfside is a vigorous neighborhood the place adults can have as a lot enjoyable as their little ones. There are three water experiences, a number of eating choices, whimsical paintings, an arcade, sweet retailer, household actions and a soft-serve ice cream venue.

The Final Household Townhome on Icon of the Seas. Photograph Jill Weinlein The distinctive suite includes a white picket fence and mailbox on the aft of Surfside. Spanning three ranges amongst 1,772 sq. ft, that is the most important of the 179 suites on the state-of-the-art ship. It is a great home-away-from-home providing all of the comforts one wishes. This primary-of-its-kind suite for Royal Caribbean Worldwide is adorned in vivid main colours with whimsical carpeting that features a piano key design. Younger company will get pleasure from plush toys, comfy furnishings, and an extended two-story in-suite slide. There's additionally a cinema and gaming space, karaoke, and 751 sq. ft of out of doors balcony house.

View from the Final Household Townhome. Photograph by Jill Weinlein Under the townhouse, grownups can absorb the ocean views on the Water's Edge pool whereas keeping track of the youngsters. This is likely one of the 7 swimming swimming pools on the ship. Toddlers and younger youngster can play in a protected splash zone playground. Additionally close by is a Playscape providing climbing and sliding enjoyable.

Final Household Grasp Bed room. Photograph Jill Weinlein The separate Grasp Bed room gives a king measurement mattress wearing luxurious bedding. There's a sliding door and balcony for ocean views and recent air. Additionally within the room is a flat display tv and a big closet with a protected and two plush bathrobes. This room gives privateness and house for some alone time away for the youngsters.

Final Grasp Lavatory Photograph by Jill Weinlein The resort-like tiled walk-in bathe within the rest room has a big rainfall bathe head. There are his and hers sinks and upgraded magnificence facilities. These staying within the Final Household Townhouse will uncover the ultimate-at-sea expertise contains further perks that embrace devoted concierge service, precedence boarding and departure privileges, and reserved leisure seating for the AquaTheater, Absolute Zero Ice Skating Present and Royal Theater.

Youngsters's Final theme rest room. Photograph Jill Weinlein Consideration to enjoyable is detailed all through the blue and yellow second bed room and loo. Each are adorned to attraction to little ones. Step into the spacious bed room providing a bunk mattress and a settee mattress to accommodate as much as three company. The whimsical octopus-theme rest room options two uniquely formed vivid yellow sinks, spherical mirrors and light-weight blue tile flooring. There's a backside drawer within the self-importance that pulls out to develop into a step stool to offer little passengers extra top on the sink.

The Final two-story slide. Photograph Jill Weinlein Simply exterior the second bed room door is a big and curly purple tube slide to journey right down to the lounge space and kitchenette. It is a enjoyable method to get right down to the sport tables, cinema, and outside non-public effervescent Jacuzzi scorching tub.

Eating at Surfside. Photograph Jill Weinlein The Surfside neighborhood is residence to some colourful specialty eating places. The Lemon Submit Bar options two menus - one for adults and one for teenagers offering mocktail drinks. Surfside Eatery gives foremost bites and candy bites devoted for all ages. There's a handy pick-up window for these roaming round of their moist bathing swimsuit.

Icon of the Seas. Photograph Jill Weinlein Additionally on this neighborhood is a candy store full of treats and candy-designed seating. Close by at Sprinkles company can order soft-serve ice cream topped with sprinkles.

Icon of The Seas. Photograph Jill Weinlein The California theme at Pier 7, has crispy Baja fish tacos, margaritas, crunchy mango lime shrimp tostadas, and shareable platters. It is simply steps from the Final Household Townhouse. Throughout brunch the venue offers indulgent dishes corresponding to smoked salmon benedict and a fluffy pancake platter.

Icon of the Seas. Photograph Jill Weinlein Up on Decks 16 and 17 is Thrill Island, a 17,000-square-foot outside space the place company can scale new heights and take part in an array of adventures. Class 6 is the most important waterpark at sea, and Stress Drop is the primary open freefall slide at sea. Company can slide on Storm Chasers, the primary mat-racing duo slides. Scary Bolt is the tallest drop slide at sea, and households can journey on rafts down slides at Hurricane Hunter and Storm Surge. Additionally on this space is FlowRider the place company can check their steadiness expertise by driving a boogie board in water speeding down an exciting wave simulator. Take a look at your bravery expertise at Crown's Edge, strap in and step onto a walkway that leads exterior of the ship. Brave company will stroll 154 ft above the ocean under.

Icon of the Seas. Photograph Jill Weinlein Chill Island gives a pool for each temper with prime ocean views. 4 of the seven swimming pools on Icon of the Seas are on the coronary heart of the three-decks 15, 16 and 17. There are many areas to relax, absorb the solar, or benefit from the views within the shade. Close by spots for meals and drinks embrace The Lime & Coconut, El Loco Recent & Cantina Fresca and Windjammer.

Coco Cay. Photograph Jill Weinlein Each cruise on the Icon of the Seas features a go to at Good Day at CocoCay in The Bahamas. This non-public vacation spot includes a one-of-a-kind Thrill waterpark with 14 waterslides. The island has loads of white sand seashores, a scorching air balloon, a lagoon-style swimming pool, and a wide range of eating venues. Company can reserve one of many overwater cabanas at Coco Seashore Membership positioned at Hideaway Seashore. This space is a devoted seaside membership the place company can get pleasure from drinks, bites, lunch, unique cabanas, music and an infinity swimming pool.

Royal Caribbean Icon of the Seas. Photograph Jill Weinlein Icon of the Seas sails 7 nights cruises to the Jap and Western Caribbean with a cease at Good Day at CocoCay. On the Jap Caribbean sailings, passengers will cruise from Miami, Florida to Puerto Plata within the Dominican Republic. The ship additionally sails to Charlotte Amalie at St. Thomas, and San Juan, Puerto Rico earlier than spending a day within the Bahamas at CocoCay. The Western Caribbean sailings start in Miami, Florida with visits to Puerto Costa Maya in Mexico, Roatan in Honduras, Cozumel in Mexico, and a Good Day at CocoCay earlier than returning again to Miami. Cruise costs begin at round $2,000+ per individual for inside cabins and $3,500+ per individual for suites. Specials on sure sailings embrace as much as $600 off, 60% off second visitor, and children sail at no cost. Read the full article

#family #Icon #Leisure #Seas #townhouse #Ultimate

[casaplaya]

Oceans Luxury Apartments Umhlanaga

Umhlanga South Africa is a place the place purchasing malls meet untidy suburbs, the place adrenaline-fueled explorers rub shoulders with laid-back seaside our bodies. There is an entire world of shopping, entertainment and eating places. The Gateway Mall is the biggest purchasing centre in the Southern Hemisphere and is ideal for a wet day. Situated a couple of kilometres on the hills above Umhlanga, you will find many superb places to remain.

The apartment is situated on the fifth floor of Lighthouse Mall in the coronary heart of the Umhlanga Village and inside 200 metres of the main swimming beach. 1104 The Bermudas is serviced day by day except on Sundays and Public Holidays. Please notice that the service does not embody washing of dishes or laundry. The apartment which overlooks the Indian Ocean comprising a big lounge, eating corner, absolutely geared up kitchen, three bedrooms, 2 bathrooms and patio overlooking the ocean. You can enjoy the ambience of this seaside village with all the greatest ...

The Umhlanga Village, as it is generally known, is the coastal strip from the lagoon in the North to Lagoon Drive in the south. This space buzzes with activity notably at night time. A number of well-liked bars and eating places together with The George, The Dutch, Remos and Little Havana could be discovered in the village.

The kitchen contains an beneath counter oven and hob, microwave oven, fridge and dishwasher. Please observe that there is not any washer or tumble dryer within umhlanga luxury apartments the unit. A laundry is out there on the premises or alternatively, your laundry and ironing can be done for you at a small extra charge.

The uShaka Marine World is a themed marine park in Durban, providing a world of ocean actions, rides, oceanarium, amusement park, displays, buying, beach actions and lots more. Silver Tides provides Self Catering lodging for the holiday umhlanga luxury apartments maker or visiting business executive. Enjoy warm hospitality and comfy accommodation; we're ideally situated 150m from the beach. Both bedrooms are air conditioned with ceiling followers in the lounge.

There are near 300 days of sunshine a yr, and the water is warm enough to... Whether you take pleasure in surfing, swimming, fishing or snorkelling, the Umhlanga seaside has all of it. For training and kid-friendly actions, the National Sharks Board is just umhlanga luxury apartments some minutes from the seashore. Granny’s Pool is a sheltered bathing area fashioned by two pure rock outcrops. Today it is used to launch ski boats off Umhlanga and can also be a secure swimming area for the young and old. Marine life surrounding this pool is fairly prolific.

Dear Ahmed and associates, I am delighted that you simply had an pleasant stay in the apartment and this exceeded your expectations; that's precisely our purpose. It wouldn’t be potential nevertheless with out all the lovely visitors we've the pleasure of welcoming here. Thank you for selecting the SeaLaVie as your most well-liked vacation spot in Umhlanga.

There are 2 double bedrooms with queen-sized beds, every with their very own en-suite toilet. The third bed room has twin beds which can be reconfigured to a king-size upon request. The 90m2 two-bedroom apartment contains a king-sized mattress, an en-suite bathroom, living room, dining area, fully-equipped kitchen and balcony.

#accommodation

[halfmoondaze]

Belong in the Sun

this was requested by @husherstan​, I really hope you enjoy it

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I had the best time tagging along with Jack in his Crème de la Crème Tour, but now that it was over, I was looking forward to being able to relax with Jack, which is why right now felt like the best time to surprise him with a getaway trip to Cabo San Lucas.

You had rented a villa overlooking the beach with a private pool. Now the only thing left to do was surprise him with the news.

You and Jack were currently in the airport and so far, Jack was under the impression you guys were flying to Atlanta, little did he know you had other plans.

You managed to convince him to stay behind while you checked your bags.

After going through TSA, you started to grow impatient and decided to break in the news to him.

"Jack"

"What is it?" he looked at you concerned.

"Remember I told you we were going back to Atlanta?"

"Yea?"

"Well, I lied, I booked us flying tickets to go to Cabo San Lucas because even though I know you enjoyed touring, I know you really wanted a break and I just wanted to surprise you because I love you," I said nonchalantly.

"You did this for me?"

"Yea of course, do you like it?"

In response to your question, he cupped your face and kissed you.

"I love it, this is the best thing someone has done for me. I truly appreciate it"

"Well, you deserve it"

You spent the rest of the time listening to music together, taking random videos of each other, and goofing around while waiting for your flight to be announced. This was going to be the first vacation you both have taken together so it was a pretty big deal.

The sun rays glazed over the windows radiating the whole room. As you turn to the other side of the bed, you were able to take a glimpse at Jack's sleeping figure next to you.

You and Jack had arrived in Cabo 2 hours ago and you barely managed to get into comfy clothes before crashing on the bed.

You stood up from the bed and walked over to the balcony. As you were in the middle of taking a video of the view for your Instagram story, you felt a pair of arms snaked around your waist.

“Hey, good morning”

“Good morning” he mumbled with his face buried in your hair.

“Did you sleep well?”

“Better than ever”

“Do we have something planned for today?”

“Oh, you have no idea”

We kicked off the day by having breakfast together in a local favorite restaurant a few minutes away from where we were staying.

After that, we went on a zip lining tour, followed by a snorkeling tour and finishing off with dinner at a local favorite small family-owned Mexican restaurant where we delighted our palettes with traditional Mexican food. We spent the whole dinner talking about the highlights of the trip, scrolling through the different pictures we took throughout the trip, and just having the most random conversation topics that never seemed to end.

We walked back to the villa hand in hand just enjoying each other’s company and admiring the view.

When we arrived back at the villa, we spent the rest of the evening lounging by the pool while making the most out of the few hours of sunlight there was left. Now the sun was setting; while you and Jack snuggled in the lounge pool chairs.

“Thanks for this, I really needed this” he admitted.

“Don’t mention it” I said smiling.

He kissed the top of your head.

“Can we stay up to see the dawn?” I asked.

“Of course, whatever you want”

#Jack Harlow #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x you #jack harlow fluff #bf!jack #jackman thomas harlow #jack x you #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow fic

[lunaekalenda]

Hi, could I please request for aot jean (u can add more characters if you'd like :) )), romantic date, swimming at the beach or at the pool together at night. What they'll do or how they'r gonna act.

waaa yes!! i hope you like it!! sorry if i got long aaaa

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- he has been planning this for so long

- he wakes up early, his hands shaking your shoulders quietly, trying to wake you.

- "it's early, jean..."

- "i have a surprise, come on, get dressed." he says, pointing your wardrobe. but you are really comfy in bed, with your fave pijama.

- you shower and dress while he prepares breakfast, receiving you in the kitchen with a kiss.

- "where are we going?" he blushes, he has prepared this so well.

- "it's a surprise."

- he lets you sleep on the car.

- at first you tried to get hints on where he is driving, but you gave up.

- his hand on your leg while he doesn't have to change gear felt too good.

- driving makes jean even more attractive than he is.

- his hair moving with the wind that enters from the window, his hand controlling the steering wheel, his focused expression when he looks through the mirrors.

- you woke up when he parked in a near park, getting out of the car to walk and rest his legs.

- you follow him as a little duckling, your outfit convered by his sweater. your eyes shine when you reach him.

- he's looking from a little balcony. you can se the ocean.

- "are were going on holiday?" you ask. he shakes his head.

- "this is just a little date. i know you like the ocean"

- "you don't drive for hours for just a little date."

- "if it is for seeing you happy, yes." he goes back to the car and so do you, asking him if he wants to change, but he says that he'll drive again so you can sleep a little more.

- he sings in low voice the songs he knows from your music library, that is playing on the car radio.

- when you arrive, he will quietly lean onto your seat and take off your seatbelt, whispering near your ear that you're parked.

- tha place he selected is a really little beach, empty, where the sun gives the sea a beautiful color. There's a little breeze that helps to refresh you.

- "We're going on a beach date?" you ask, getting outnof the car. He nods, taking off a picnic and a parasol. It's almost afternoon because of all the hours he spent driving.

- You eat on the beach, sitting on a big towel, next to him. All he prepared is really good.

- once you're finished, you two clean the place, throwing the plastics and trash into a nearby bin.

- then, you take off your clothes, your swimsuit revealed. He does the same, taking off his tee.

- cuddling session on the sands? of course.

- you two share the big towel he took with him, your body searching his naturally.

- he will then place a hand on your waist and lean to your face.

- the ambience makes it even more magical: the sound of the ocean, waves brraking against the sand, some seagulls flying.

- his kisses taste like the strawberries you two ate as a dessert.

- the afternoon is hot, and that makes you lazy.

- you enjoy it sweet-talking with jean, his kisses all over your face as you kiss him back.

- it is almost night now, you two sitting to watch the sunset. your head rests on his shoulder as his hand is tangled with yours. 

- seeing the sun disappear behind the sea is awesome, and watch it with jean by your side makes it even better.

- the starts appear on the sky, the sea is calm and quiet. Jean gets up and walks towards the water. he makes you a sing to follow him.

- you go, reaching his hand, tangling it with yours.

- "do you want to enter? the water looks good, and it isn't really cold."

- you nod, entering with him quietly.

- the two of you know how to swim, but the darkness makes him fear losing you on the ocean, so he decides to stay on a place you two stan up.

- but, the place where he stands up isn't the place where you do.

- you put your hands on his neck, lifting you up, and he laughs. "sorry, babe."

- "it's okay." you laugh too. "your body is really hot." you say. he takes yours closer to his.

- "is it?"

- he will let you hug him on the water, under the stars, illuminated by the moon.

- it looks so magical, so private and intimate.

- you search his lips on the dark, caressing them with yours. they now taste salty, the sea water falling from his hair.

- his hands pull you even closer, your hands reaching his wet hair.

- once you two part, he smirks.

- "wanna race?" he asks. you raise a brow.

- "bold of you to assume you'll win."

- "i see you have too much confidence, y/n"

- "i trust my capacities"

- he won. but he cheated just to win.

- "you cheater!" you say, laughing. his hands lift you easily, taking you to his lap while the two of you are still in the water.

- "you still love me anyway."

- he reserved an hotel room to pass the night, a cute and spacious one.

- "take a bath." he says, taking his pijama out. "i'll go after" the bathtub is enormous, almost a jacuzzi.

- "we should help with the water waste, don't you think?"

- he didn't say no, just gave you a smirk a purred near to you.

- "i see..."

#aot x reader #snk x reader #aot fluff #snk fluff #snk fic #aot fic #aot scenario #aot fanfiction #snk headcanons #snk x you #jean kirstein #jean x reader #jean x you #jean x y/n #jean shingeki no kyojin #jean snk #jean aot #aot x you #aot x y/n #jean kirschtien #jean kirschtein x reader

[midnightmoonkiss]

The Lure Of Nightfall

Izuku Midoriya X Fem! Reader

Summary: Boredom truly does hit differently when it’s late at night and you can’t sleep. So, in an effort to make your night interesting, you head over to your best friend and long-term crushes dorm, seeking to play games. But boy oh boy are you in for a surprise.

WARNINGS!: Voyeurism, Masturbation, Very Spicy stuff. 18+!

Category: Smut

Word Count: 2.8k+

A/N: It’s very late at night, I’m very tired, this fic is weird, thank you.

Just To Clarify:

Reader has a shapeshifting quirk

Reader is female

(f/c) means favorite color

Time is night

Can be any year you want it to be

Part 2

A gentle spring breeze blew in through your opened sliding glass door, (f/c) curtains dancing along with it to the soft beat of crickets chirping in the yard.

The moon was full, shrouding the Earth with her calming white glow. 

The world looked so peaceful during this time of night.

No loud music blasting from Jirou’s room,

No gremlin noises echoing down the hall.

No nothing.

Just the wind, crickets, and the annoying, ever-present sound of you breathing.

It was nice.

Calming, even.

The lights were turned off, leaving the room beautifully exposed to the moon beams making their way in through the glass, curtains, and the open door itself.

Had it not been for the fact that it was only 11:00PM, and that it was indeed a Saturday, you would have been asleep long ago.

But no.

After a full week of exciting activities and horrendous studies, your body was too buzzed from the unusual surplus of sleep to actually feel tired.

You were so full of energy, and yet, now would be the  perfect time to lay down and drift into dreamland, lulled by the sounds of nature.

What’s a teen to do other than to stare blankly at her glow-in-the-dark star covered ceiling, trying to force herself to feel tired?

There was absolutely nothing to do.

A mental checklist popped into your head for the third time that night:

Homework? Completed.

Shower? Taken.

Studying? Finished. 

Perhaps you could study more?

No. The subjects you were currently learning in all of your classes were too boring to attempt to read at this time of night.

You wouldn't fall asleep to the pages droning on about something so infuriatingly bland, rather, you’d just be annoyed and end up slamming the hard-covered textbook closed.

With an exasperated sigh, you rolled onto your side, picking up your phone just to blindly scroll through the same three apps you always used to pass time.

How boring.

This was definitely a waste of time.

Oh!

A dorky smile crept onto your face smooshed into your pillow as a great idea popped into your head.

You could annoy your best friend, Izuku Midoriya!

Yes, he was always awake at this time studying! 

His devotion was admirable, you sat up with a nod at this thought. If only you could follow in his footsteps.

Then again, he liked studying, and you didn’t.

He always seemed so energetic when you studied together, whilst you were trying not to construct another shitty paper airplane with the homework paper.

Maybe you could convince him to play a game? Watch a movie?

You’ve visited his dorm enough times to know he has a PS4 hidden away in his cabinets.

You jumped up, bed creaking beneath the sudden strain as you went about putting on some socks and a very, very thin slip on hoodie. It was almost like one of those slip-on things that were partially see-through that  people would wear at the beach.

Even if you have been friends for years, poor Midoriya never could handle the sight of you in just a tank top.

The weather was never a good excuse, apparently, and it wasnt that bothersome to wear something over you.

It was much cooler than wearing a t-shirt, considering all the ones you owned were thicker than necessary due to them being from cheap stores and not places at the mall or something.

Who needs fancy clothes when those were comfy and fit just fine?

Plus, Seiyu, or ‘The Japanese Walmart’ as Americans liked to call it, was where you got Deku hooked on his horrible fashion sense and love for clothing that displayed it’s legitimate name on it.

You smiled as you finally slipped your white slippers on, he was such a dork.

The only problem left was sneaking out.

It was past curfew, and visiting the boys dorm at this hour would probably get you a one-way ticket to the principal's office if you tried sneaking down and up the stairs.

Times like these are when your quirk truly came in handy - Shapeshifting.

It took a toll on your body when you stayed in a form for more than an hour, but you didn’t plan on being something for more than a few minutes, honestly.

So, cracking your knuckles, you stepped out onto your balcony.

Ah, a distraction.

You couldn't help but lift your head and stare at the moon, not realizing just how vibrant it was tonight, outshining the vast majority of stars. Another breeze swept your hair away from your face, ticking your cheeks as it did so.

Sometimes you need to take a step back and appreciate the little things, right?

But you couldn’t waste much more time, you really, really wanted to beat Izuku at Mario Kart again.

He was so cute when he whines in defeat.

With a giggle, you jumped up onto the ledge, letting the burning hot sensation of your quirk getting ready to work flow through your veins. The bigger the animal you turned into, the more painful it was, but you didn’t need to be big. You needed to be small, a little magpie.

You jumped, a bolt of electricity flashing through your body as your bones crunched around your ears. And just like that, you were now a little black and blue bird fluttering in the sky above your balcony.

It used to be terrifying to try to change whilst jumping, but it didn’t take long for logic to replace fear. Truth or the matter was: it’s easier to change when you’re already in motion.

With a small chirp, you flew around the building, wings flapping every few seconds, suddenly in no real hurry and just enjoying the rush of wind against your feathers.

It didn’t take long to reach Midoriya’s balcony, his bright red curtains easy to spot from a mile away.

His curtains were open partially tonight, though. Good! Maybe you could scare him! 

It was pure evil, trying to scare him, but he typically always caught onto your antics before you had a chance to enact them.

He was quite perceptive!

But maybe, just maybe, if you were lucky, you could.

Still, he didn’t typically have his curtains open. And his door was open too?

Maybe he was taking the chance to bask in the moonlight and breeze as well?

His light wasn’t on..

Oh boy. 

You hoped he wasn't asleep.

You tweeted involuntarily in disappointment at the thought.

Without haste, you swooped down, wings fluttering momentarily as you perched yourself on his balcony’s railing.

Shaking your wings out and settling down on your bird feet, you anxiously peered through the window.

What you saw shocked you to your very core, and it was hard not to shriek at the sight and light sounds being carried out the window.

Izuku Midoriya, your best friend, long-time crush, sweetest and most innocent cinnamon roll you’ve ever known to exist, was currently masturbating on his bed.

His covers were seemingly half-hazardly kicked to the floor, body arched, completely nude, head thrown back into the pillow, and feet digging into his bed as he furiously pumped his cock, hips snapping up to try and match the pace set.

Oh my god.

Oh my god.

Oh my god.

“Ah~ Ha-ah!  Hah.. Nnhghh..!”

Oh god, oh god!

Why was this so hot!

But no!

This was so, so wrong!

You can’t believe you were watching this!

Your feathers ruffled up in disgust for yourself, how could you stand here, watching this?!

This was a private moment, one solely for Midoriya, and not your peeping eyes!

And yet.

You couldn’t seem to turn your head or fly away.

No, you stood there, taking in the glorious sight and the oh-so sweet sounds he was making.

His jaw hung open, moans spilling from him with every thrust, eyes squeezed shut as he no doubt sunk into the world of his vivid imaginations.

Funnily enough, the moon’s light was shining down on his cock, 

copious amounts of pre-cum glistening on his fingers.

He was so cute.. Even now.

A dark blush stained his cheeks and neck, almost completely hiding away his freckles but shining from the tears streaming down them.

Why was he crying?

Your tail twitched.

Was he.. That sensitive? So lost in pleasure that he didn’t realize he was crying?

You watched in amazement as he spread his toned legs shimmering with sweat wider, his left hand now coming down, teasingly tracing his abs just to feel them twitch, fingers gliding through his forest-green happy trail to cup and massage his balls.

His body jolted, more pre-cum oozing out of his angry-red tip,

“G-gahh! S-so g-oo-d! So goodsogoo-D! Ahh!” He babbled, a thin string of saliva escaping the corner of his mouth.

Your heart was hammering in your tiny chest, knowing how horrible of a human being you were being, how opposite of a hero you were acting, but yet it was hard to find the fucks you had left to give in this predicament.

It wasn’t everyday you get to see such a beautiful sight.

He was so fucking handsome.

His body was practically glowing thanks to the natural light and sweat, and by god he was ripped!

You already knew that before, but seeing his muscles twitch under his skin as he brought himself wave after wave pleasure was a lot different than him swimming laps at the pool.

His unruly green locks were plastered to his sweaty forehead, giving you the best view of his face twisting in pure ecstasy.

You wondered what he was imagining with each moan, wondering who he was thinking of with every thrust.

It was Ochaco, surely, or perhaps Tsu or Momo? Mina, even. They were all such good choiced, even if the thought of him imagining your now sudden rivals made bile creep up your throat.

Maybe..

Just maybe it was you..

The idea sent tingles down your spine.

In truth, he was thinking about you.

This whole thing started unknowingly because of you.

You had worn thigh highs today instead of your usual knee high socks, and all day Midoriya's eyes were glued to your perfect thighs.

He was in heaven with every step you took, eyes hazily staring at how some of your thigh spilled over the edge.

He wanted to touch them so bad, feel the soft skin in his palms, massage them, kiss them, hold them open as he sunk his throbbing member into your dripping heat.

He wanted you so bad.

It was a challenge to last this long, waiting till Aoyama and Mineta were fast asleep before he could indulge in his fantasies.

He was no stranger to fantasies about you, often having them a few times a month for nearly two years now.

You were just so perfect and beautiful..

His hand glided up and down his cock faster, the other one leaving his full balls just to go and play with his hard nipples and ground himself a bit.

He was so lost, his usually very observant self didnt even hear the flapping of wings or feel the birds’ stare on him as he worked himself to his imagination.

In his head, you were beneath him, moaning like a slut as he fucked you relentlessly.

Those glorious thighs tightly hugged his hips, desperate to not let him pull away so far from you.

Your breasts bounce with each slam on his hips, nipples red and glistening with saliva as he was previously sucking on them just to hear you squeal from the unfamiliar feeling of teeth and a tongue on your buds.

Your combined moans and the sound of skin slapping against wet flesh made him dizzy with desire.

Your neck was covered in his marks, a sense of pride swelling in his chest at the sight. You were his and those marks proved it. They’d be hard to cover up, the entire class would know you’re his and his alone.

He stared down at your sinful face, tongue flopping out of your mouth, eyes opened and pupils blown wide as you tried to maintain intimate eye contact.

“(Y-Y/N)!” He moaned, body twisting on his sheets.

He was so close, he could feel it. 

The familiar burning sensation of a hot coil twisting around in his stomach, the tensing of his thighs.

He ripped his hand from his nipple just so he could rub his palm in circles over his overly-sensitive head, middle finger occasionally dipping down to rub over his oozing slit.

“Ahhh~! Fuck! F-Fuck! O-oh God! I’m s-so! Ghhnn! Ngnaaahh! I’m so close!!” he cried out.

In his head, you were already pushed to the edge, walls strangling his dick as you screamed his name, orgasm wracking your trembling body, fingernails digging into his scratched up back.

His teary eyes snapped open having been ripped from his fantasy, irises rolling back in his head.

His body was on fire, his cock twitched in his hand before the coil finally burst. 

“(Y/N)!! Ahhh! AHH! I- I lov! You! Ggggh-!”

He was cut off with a loud, guttural moan, white ropes of thick cum spurted from his tip. His body spasmed, hands now clutching the sheets for dear life as the last rope of cum ejaculated from him, coating his heaving tummy and chest in his own white seed. 

Your eyes widened, body trembling as you watched it all go down.

He moaned your name! 

He!

He thought about you, just as you did about him!

The sudden desire to stuff your hand between your human legs throbbed in the back of your head as you watched him try and catch his breath.

It was amazing how much he came.. For such a small dude, no less!

His body fell lax, thighs finally dropping down onto the mattress as he just sat there.

You were about to leave, truly, you were, until you made eye-contact with him.

With his post-orgasm clarity, he finally felt the eyes burning into his skin, making his anxious head snap in the direction of the window.

He breathed a sigh of relief as he saw a bird, a very common one at that, perched on the railing.

Wait.

He left the window open!? Oh god!

His hands slapped on his cheeks in embarrassment.

He hoped no one heard him!!

He could be so unknowingly loud when in the heat of the moment…

Sniffing his embarrassment down, he reached over, grabbing some tissues to clean himself off with before throwing them in the trash and hopping up to go and rinse himself off in the bathroom.

He was amazed to see the bird still there when he came back out, watching his nude self walk across the room to his Allmight boxers he threw to the floor not long ago.

Why the hell were you still there, you ask? Well, honestly leaving slipped your mind. 

But you couldnt tear your gaze away.. You were so intrusive… but he was so fucking hot.

It was definitely strange to see him walk out of the bathroom nude, and you thanked the gods when he put on boxers. Your body could not handle seeing his flaccid dick swing about, you’d probably die of even more embarrassment.

You hopped back in surprise when a finger suddenly appeared in your little face, behind that finger an innocently smiling Midoriya.

“Hello, little bird~” He cooed softly, voice unusually deep and scratchy from previously screaming his heart out.

Your body was already burning hot beneath all those feathers, but he certainly wasnt helping!

To see him so blissed out, so relaxed after such an intimate thing, it was too much!

You chirped, leaning forward to nuzzle his finger as a good-bye before hopping back to spread your wings, finally gaining the guts to fly the fuck away and back to your dorm.

He stared in wonder as  the bird turned the corner, not giving it’s unusual behavior much thought before going to collapse on his bed for a much needed sleep.

Electricity buzzed through your body again as you flew into your dorm, sloppily transforming back and landing on your ass.

You heaved, shakily propping yourself up on your hands and knees as your body burned in desire, throbbing in places previously nonexistent in your bird form.

Not making the same mistake as dearest Izuku, you shut  and locked your sliding glass door, pulling the curtains closed as you flopped onto your bed, hand immediately burying itself between your thighs.

It was wrong before, and it was even more wrong now, but at the moment, you didn’t care.

You just wanted to sink into the fantasy similar to his own as you lost yourself in pleasure.

You’d deal with the repercussions at a later date, especially since it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out it was obviously you on that balcony.

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Light My Fire - CH15

Pairing: CEO!Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: She always thought her boss was an ill-tempered man, but when he presents her with a proposition she can’t quite deny, she gets to know him better. It’s not bad, right? Because all she has to do is being fake married to him for six months, sounds do-able, right? Right.

Warnings: NSFW, Fluff

WC: 4290

Please share your thoughts with me, I’d love to hear your feedback.

Beta’d by @deanwanddamons​​​​​​​​​ <3

SERIES MATSTERLIST

BECOME A PATRON ~ BUY ME A COFFEE

Dean left her to splash around because he had a business call coming in. Y/N was surprised, she never knew that he works on weekends. 

When she climbs up the stairs from the sea, she washes herself free from the salt water under the spray of the shower on the balcony, and slips into the pool. 

She can see Dean sitting on their bed with a laptop on his lap and a headset in his ears. He already changed into his swimming trunks so no video call, then. 

He’s laughing at a joke someone made and looks up. Their eyes meet. 

Getting out of the pool, she lies down on the sun lounger, letting her skin catch some rays. Her skin burns, but not necessarily from the sun. No, the burning feeling definitely comes from Dean’s gaze that followed her from the pool to the lounger. 

After a while she turns from her back onto her stomach. She closes her eyes, feels the ray of sun warming up her whole body. 

“Jesus, Y/N,”

She hears Dean’s voice from behind her, and blinks her eyes open. He sits down next to her. From this view she can see the creases his stomach makes when he sits. It doesn’t make him look less sexy, and that is totally not fair.

“You’re going to look like a lobster tonight and not a living one!” He sits down and she hears a squirt of a bottle before she feels his hands rubbing at her back, applying sunscreen all over.

“Mmh,” She sighs. It really does feel good.

Dean moves lower, works his hands over her lower back and then he moves her bottoms, pushing them into the crack of her ass to apply sunscreen on her ass cheeks. He takes more time there, kneads them roughly before jiggling them in his hands.

“Hey!” She laughs.

“What? That’s how I apply sunscreen,” 

“Sure,” 

He works down her thighs, getting his fingers between them and brushes against her clothed pussy. My god, she’s turned on by a simple touch. 

She hears a groan as he works his hand there, rubbing at her clit through her bikini bottoms, “Dean,”

“Right,” He clears his throat, and works down her legs to her toes.

When he finishes that area, he comes up again, applies more sunscreen onto her shoulders. He pulls at her bikini top, making it come loose. 

“Dean!”

“Relax, nobody will see,” He rubs his hands along the base of her neck, “Turn around,” 

He’s right. They overlook the big blue sea, there’s nobody close by. She turns herself around and lets him apply sunscreen to her chest. He pulls the bikini top over her head and drops it next to the sun lounger only to cup her tits in his hands.

Leaning down, he captures one of her nipples in his mouth and sucks at it. She arches her back at the sensation and a soft moan rolls off her tongue.

Dean takes his time with her other nipple too, while his other hand kneads and pinches her other breast and nipple. 

After what seems like forever, Dean comes up again and smirks, her nipples are hard and perky, “Right, gotta finish what I started,” He says, works some more sunscreen down her stomach and her thighs. To her surprise he didn’t touch her where she wants him most but she thinks it’s just a stupid game he plays. 

When Dean screws the sunscreen bottle shut and stands up, she can see the tent in his swimming trunks. He’s definitely not able to hide that. 

Smirking, she asks, “You are not going to enjoy paradise with me?” 

He lets out a soft chuckle before he sits down again, his hands stroking her cheek, “I got another conference call. I should be finished in about two hours, okay? Gotta wait til then,”

“Okay,” She pouts and he thumbs at her lips before he bends down, kissing her soft and sweet. 

“Maybe you should go into the shade, or at least out of my fucking sight.” Dean growls a little and smacks her thigh. 

“Why?” She turns around on her stomach and he can’t help but smack her ass, too. 

“You’re fucking distracting when I’m trying to close a deal.” 

She giggles at that and wriggles with her ass some more. Dean spanks her one more time before he leaves to go inside.

*

Two hours came and went and Dean’s still not finished. Deciding that she’s had enough of the sun for the time being, Y/N goes inside to take a shower. It’s slowly getting darker, so she closes the door to their bungalow because she hates to have mosquitoes inside. Although, she guesses that there won’t be a lot of them because they’re so far out from the beach and there’s a steady breeze going all the time.

Dean didn’t seem to notice her because he had moved to sit at the desk to face the wall with his laptop. Apparently, she really did distract him. He had ordered room service in the afternoon and made a reservation at a restaurant here in the resort for the first night, but if he doesn’t finish soon, she doesn’t know if they can make it there on time.

After her shower, she walks out in a comfy bathrobe. Dean’s still chatting away at the screen and typing up an email simultaneously. She takes a book out of her suitcase and plants herself on the bed, her back  rests against the headboard. The mattress feels comfy, and honestly, she can’t wait to sleep in it. She feels a little tired from the travel and the sun kissed her skin enough to make it glow after she moisturized it.

Just when she was about to open up the book to where she left off, her phone pings. She takes it from the charger. 

 R: [picture]

R: Guess you’re a celebrity now, huh? Don’t ever forget me, alright?

 Y/N thumbs the message open. It’s a picture of her and Dean at the airport, not really a paparazzi picture because the resolution of the picture is not that high and she can see that someone took it sneakily.

 Y/N: I am shocked they recognized Dean. It was so fucking early in the morning.

R: Everyone would recognize Dean.

 Ruby’s probably not wrong. 

 R: How’s Jamaica? 

Y/N: Great. I’ve been in the sea already and Dean spent his afternoon on conference calls. 

R: Sam said something about the deadline of closing a deal, poor you. He’s got to make up for it.

Y/N: Yeah, maybe he will.

R: [picture] 

R: I’m at his apartment, still. 

 The picture shows Ruby’s face and in the back, Sam’s sitting lazily on his couch. She grins, is truly happy about their progress. 

When she’s about to type something back, Dean stands up to take his headset off, and he rubs at his ear. It’s probably itching like hell. She has the same problem when she wears a headset for too long. 

Dean stretches himself. He’s still in only his swimming trunks. She can see every muscle moving and twitching. It’s kind of a turn on, not going to lie about it. 

He lets out a loud groan before he looks over to the bed and notices her. His lips curve into a smile as he slumps his shoulders down and walks over to the bed. He crawls over to where she is lying and lays his head into her lap. 

“I’m so exhausted,” He mumbles into the fluffy bathrobe and she chuckles, her hand strokes at his head. 

“I hope it was worth missing out on a swim for,” 

He looks up from her lap, grins the boyish grin of his that she has come to like, “We have a reason for celebration,” 

“Is that so?” She lifts one of her eyebrows. 

“Yeah,” He nuzzles his head deeper into her lap, “Finally I can invest in that company I was after. Their chairman didn’t agree on the conditions on Friday but it seems like I could convince him.”

“How did you do that?”

He smiles again, “I’m just that good.”

She rolls her eyes at his cockiness. 

Dean turns in her lap, looks up to her, “What were you doing?” 

“I took a shower,”

His eyes widen, and he gasps all fake and adorably, “You took a shower without me?” 

“Well, you were busy, sir.” 

“And why were you grinning before?” He turns to his side, buries his face into her stomach and she strokes his hair once more.

“You didn’t notice when I was showering but you notice me grinning?”

He laughs into her bathrobe, it feels warm where his breathing hits, “Yeah, I always notice you grinning, or smiling, or laughing for that matter.”

“Ruby sent a text. There was a picture of us at the airport.”

Dean stills and looks up, “Already?”

Y/N thumbs over her phone to show it to him. Dean’s expression is unreadable. 

“I don’t like it,” He mumbles, “I mean, it helps the case but I don't like people snapping private pictures behind my back.”

“We’re not exactly private, Dean. I’m your fake wife for a reason.”

He doesn’t answer, he sits up instead and he’s thinking about something, she can tell by the way he looks at her. She decides to change the subject, and shows him another picture. The one of Ruby and Sam in the background. 

Dean snorts, “Tell her that Sam better fucking check his emails. He’s got work to do since I worked all day to close this deal.”

She types away, wants to send Ruby Dean’s exact words but before she could hit the send button, he takes the phone from her hand and places it on to her night stand, “Hey!”

“I didn’t mean now,” He grins and slots himself between her legs, still on his knees, and pulls at her legs until she’s lying flat on her back.

“No?” She asks, it’s her turn to grin cockily. 

“Nuh-uh,” Dean mumbles, his fingers working on the rope of her bathrobe. It’s barely held together so he has no problem opening it up. Dean swallows when he sees that she’s naked.

He gets back on his knees and leans over her, his hand cradling her face as he kisses her. And again, it grows from soft and tender to rough and hard, no other man has ever kissed her like Dean does. He kisses her as if he wants to claim her, as if he wants to dominate her, to make her his. And honestly, that’s all she wants at this very moment. 

Her mind doesn’t agree though because she realizes that they have a dinner reservation and they’re not going to make it when he keeps on kissing her the way he does. 

She breaks the kiss, and Dean can’t quite stop, sprays little kisses on her face, down her throat, “Dean, we’ll be late for dinner.”

Dean chuckles, pulls at the skin of her throat with his teeth, “I don’t know about you, but I’m about to have dinner.”

“Oh my god,” He’s so full of himself. Of course she likes it, but still…

“Baby, it’s the first time that I get to have you horizontal, you think I care about dinner?” He cocks an eyebrow before his mouth latches at her throat and kisses down a path to her chest. 

He flicks his tongue against one of her nipples, kneads the other tit in his big fucking hand and she writhes below him. Her hands fly to his head, fists themselves in his hair. Dean seals his whole mouth around her nipple, tickling it on the inside with his tongue and he uses his teeth too, making her moan out at the sensation and there’s something pulsing between her thighs but she can’t quite reach there because Dean’s blocking her fucking way. 

“Dean,” She whimpers, doesn’t care that it sounds needy because that’s all she fucking is. She squirms some more to make him notice. 

Dean chuckles and sucks in her nipple, only to let it out with a wet popping sound before his lips connect back to her body, and he licks his way down her stomach. He slots himself further between her thighs, and spreads little kisses along her pelvis, down to the apex of her thighs, leaving out her center on purpose and it’s fucking killing her. He’s such a tease. 

“Dean!” She’s louder, but she can’t help it. She’s dying here and he thinks it’s funny. 

“What?”

“Would you just—”

Dean licks his lips and grins at her before he thumbs along her center, parting her folds with both of his thumbs. He stares at her pussy and she feels a little uncomfortable. He lets out a low growl when he sees her glistening. She knows that she’s awfully wet. Has been since this fucking morning actually. 

“Tell me what you want,” Dean’s face is so close to her cunt, she can feel his breath hot against her center. 

“God, can you touch me there?”

“You’re too cute,” He chuckles but instead of teasing her some more, he gives in, licks a broad stripe up her center and seals his lips around the hood of her clit. 

Y/N fists her hands in the sheets, “Fuck,” 

“That’s the plan,” Dean mumbles against her slick folds, french kisses her cunt and groans when he feels her getting even wetter. 

They haven’t had that kind of sex before. It was passionate too, but mostly real quick and never horizontal. She can feel that Dean wants to take his time and that in turn, drives her fucking crazy. She also never had someone eating her out like Dean does. Her ex Kevin was okay with foreplay but he doesn’t really like it. He mostly licked her to get her wet enough to plunge his dick into her but that’s not the only point on Dean’s agenda. She can feel that he really, truly loves to eat her out, and he’s determined to make her come on his tongue. He doesn’t seem to mind if he would be down there for hours on end. It blows her mind. He is blowing her mind. 

Dean hums against her cunt, his scruff rubs against her thighs and she’s close because Dean sucks and his humming sends the right vibration against the nub of her clit. She pushes herself off the bed with her feet, driving her cunt deeper into Dean’s face and holds him steady with her hands in his hair. He doesn’t seem to mind, hums along, licks and slurps up his own drool and her juice. God, it sounds so fucking obscene and it turns her on even more. 

“Fuck, yes, yes, oh god, don’t stop,” She moans out and Dean shakes his head, hums some more. He changes between nibbling and sucking and it feels so fucking good. 

“Oh god,” Here it comes, she feels her thighs cramp up, feels her insides trembling, her walls convulsing and she can’t help but push herself harder against his face. Dean’s hands are around her thighs, holding on for dear life as she locks her thighs around his face, caging him in, when she comes. 

She pants hard when the moment’s finally over, laughing loudly and Dean taps at her thighs, asking for her to release her grip around his head. 

When she releases him, Dean looks up from below, his nose and lips are shiny from her slick. He smacks his lips loudly, swallows hard, “Good?” 

“Oh my god, yes,” She says, clasps her hand over her face. She probably looks like she just ran a marathon. 

Dean places one more kiss on her clit before he pushes himself away and stands at the foot of the bed. With one swipe, he gets rid of his trunks and climbs back to bed, walks on his knees up to where she is. 

He strokes himself, jerks off his impressive dick and he bends down, kisses her hard. She can taste herself off his tongue.

“Fuck— I—,” Dean’s breathing hard.

She grins up at him, takes his dick in her hand and begins to stroke him up and down. She gets on her elbows, and sticks her tongue out to lick at his balls, sucking them in one by one while her fists are tight around his tip, stroking up and down. Dean spits on the head of his dick, helps slicking his cock up while she worries at his sac, “Fuck, your mouth feels amazing,”

He lowers himself a little when he notices that she wants to take him further into her mouth, his hands stroking along her legs and thighs. She takes him in, tongue licking up along his shaft before she seals her lips around his tip. Dean lets out a groan when she takes him deeper, his hand rubs circles on her clit before he toys at her entrance, slipping in one finger and then two. He moves faster inside of her, making her hum and sucking him off harder.

“Baby, as much as I would love you to suck me dry, fuck, I— your mouths feels too good,” Dean pulls his dick away from her, takes his wet fingers out from her cunt and flips her over with no problem at all. 

Dean helps her get rid of her bathrobe, throws it somewhere in the room, “On your elbows and knees,” He says, his voice is low and it sounds strained. 

Y/N can’t lie, she likes when he tells her what to do.

Propping herself on her elbows and knees, she waits. Dean’s one hand is jerking himself off while his other one kneads at the flesh of her ass. He spanks down on one of them, she’s sure that her skin turns red immediately. Leaving his hand there, he jiggles her ass, “Fucking beautiful,” He whispers and then he lowers himself, she can feel his face between her asscrack. Dean tongues at her clit, licks up her rim to her asshole and she moans out shamelessly. 

“Like that?” His voice is cocky.

“Y-yes,” She admits and Dean takes the cue to lick some more. God, she fucking loves it. Never felt anything like it before. 

“Fuck,” Dean curses, “You’re so tasty, but I really gotta—” He holds his cock out, threads the head through her slick and rubs it against her cunt, teasing her. 

“Dean, please!” She’s damn near exploding. She wants him inside right the fuck now. 

“Yeah, yeah, I’m—” Dean mumbles and pushes his tip into her waiting and slick cunt. He rests the tip there before he places his hands around her hips and pushes in, groaning louder the deeper he gets. 

“Oh fuck,” She bites down on her lip, lowers her forehead to the mattress, “You’re so fucking deep,”

“Jesus, you feel so good,” Dean groans, his hands kneads her ass, pulling them apart to watch his dick go in and out of hot and wet heat, “Looks so fucking great,” 

He goes slow, before he picks up speed and while it’s perfect, she can’t help but want even more. 

“Dean, please, harder,” Y/N’s body is filled with want, and she fucks back into him. 

“Christ, look at you, so fucking perfect,” He spreads her ass cheeks wider, “Yeah, fuck yourself on my cock, baby, take what you want, good girl,”

She shakes her ass while moving back and forth, and she can hear him chuckle before he spanks down on her ass. The pain is sharp, it soars through her body. Not going to lie, it is painful but it fucking turns her on.

“You like that? Like to be spanked?” 

“Fuck,” She’s glad he can’t see how she turns red, “Yes!”

Dean lets out a groan at her answer, spanks her twice more, for good measure, “Jesus,” He pants and then he starts to set a fast pace, fucking in to her with wild abandon. 

At one point, he leans forward, grabs her by her arms and pulls her up against his chest, his one hand yanking at her hair while his other hand goes down to rub at her clit. He never stops fucking her hard, like she wants him to. 

“Oh god,” She moans out upon feeling her second orgasm approaching.

Dean licks up the shell of her ear and whispers, “Come, baby, be a good girl, come for me,” 

And that, she does, comes hard around him, her cunt pushes him out and Dean has to let go of her and pushes her down on her elbow again to be able to slip inside once more. 

“Fuck, you’re still coming, so fucking tight,” He has to bite down on his bottom lip at the tight squeeze. It needed only a couple more thrusts for him to come deep inside her and he leans down, sinks his teeth into her back before he sucks and licks at the mark he left behind. 

His legs gave out and he collapsed on top of her, and he turned them around in his grip so that he was spooning her from behind. They’re still connected. Dean has his arms around her middle, kisses along the nape of her neck to her shoulder, “You’re something else,” 

“Am I?” She strokes along his forearm. 

“Yeah,” He breathes out a chuckle, “I came so hard I think I blacked out.”

They stay connected for a while longer until Dean slips out with a squelching sound. He carries her into the shower and she finds herself showering for the second time. 

He dries himself off before he goes out to get the robe for her and comes back holding it out for her to step into, “How about we don’t go out tonight? We can order room service.”

Y/N agrees because her legs are too wobbly to walk anywhere right now. 

They’re cozy in bed with her lying on her stomach on the other end from Dean who has the cover pulled to protect his modesty while typing away on his laptop. They’re both still naked and she’s well aware that Dean has a clear view of her cunt and ass, but she didn’t mind very much. It seems like the most natural thing to be when they are around each other. 

Finally she gets to send out the text to Ruby and there’s immediately a reply back.

 R: [picture]

R: Sam’s working right now.

 It’s a picture of Ruby’s face and Sam’s in the background, staring grumpily into the camera. 

She has to laugh which prompts Dean to look at her with one raised eyebrow. She looks back and holds out the phone to show him the picture, “Sam’s working.”

“As he should,” Dean says sternly and she turns back, her thumb hovers over her screen. 

Y/N starts to type a reply when Dean closes his laptop and gets out from under the covers to come crouching on top of her. He’s already half hard again, she can feel the tip of his dick brushing over her ass. 

“You want to send her a picture back?” 

She frowns, she’s actually never thought about it but now Dean makes her second guess it, “I don’t know,”

“Come on, do it,” He nuzzles his nose against her temple. 

“What?”

“I know you’re good friends and she always sends you pictures. So maybe if you really want, you can send one too, I’m okay with it.”

Tilting her head to her side, she meets his green eyes. He’s smiling, the crinkles deep around the corner. 

“Really?”

“Yeah,” 

“I don’t know,” She is having doubts. It’s not like they have something going on like Sam and Ruby do. Their arrangement is purely business. 

“C’mon,” Dean takes her phone out of her hands, and holds it out to snap a picture, doesn’t even mind if they’re still naked.

His hands are longer than hers, it can snap up a picture from a wider angle. She sees herself on the screen, sees Dean behind her, his chin on her shoulder. Her hair covers her boobs.

Dean lowers his face, kisses and sucks at her shoulder while he looks up at the screen, the wrinkles on his forehead showing. She bites her lip because his warm tongue and sharp teeth feel great on her skin. He quickly snaps a couple of pictures. 

He gives her back her phone, urges her to send one out again when he nibbles and sucks at her throat. 

God, this man is doing things to her.

She quickly sends it out. Doesn’t even write anything else and abandons her phone because Dean turns her around, kisses her lazily soft. 

“Come on, we should get some sleep,” He whispers against her lips. 

“Why?” 

“Because I don’t think I wanna wake up to a cranky you again tomorrow.” He chuckles lightly, and gets off the bed to pick her up before he pulls the cover away with one hand and lets her fall back into the bed with the other. He climbs in after her, spreads his arms for her to crawl in. 

He kisses her again, all soft and tender. It’s a contrast to how he just fucked her. She likes both sides of him. Likes how he can go all rough and demanding on her but shows her his softer side as well. And it’s easy, she thinks, they are comfortable around each other, at least as far as she can tell. She just wishes that the circumstances around whatever they have right now would have been different. 

CH16

#light my fire #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #ceo!dean winchester #dean winchester fic #dean winchester fan fic #dean winchester fan fiction #nathalie writes

[ri-ahhh]

idk if you’ve heard the song toxic by kehlani but maybe you could write something based off that song where a tipsy y/n calls up her on and off ex (grayson) to come over 👀 i love your writing btw

It’s already late when your best friend Fallon knocks sharply on the front door of your apartment. You had texted her not even half an hour ago, all up in your feels after you saw Grayson’s Snapchat story of him and some friends at the beach, an unfamiliar and pretty blonde girl tucked under his arm in one of the photos. She had responded immediately, letting you know she was on her way.

Feet clad in your fuzzy pink slippers, the strings of Grayson’s old hoodie keeping the hood cinched around your face tightly, you heave yourself off your comfy couch and trudge over to the front door to let her in. When you swing it open, she’s standing there with her hands full with her purse in one and an obvious brown paper bag in the other.

You stand aside silently, letting her pass the threshold and dump her shit on the kitchen island. “You didn’t have to bring alcohol, Fal, you know I don’t drink like that anymore.”

“Exactly,” Fallon deadpans, whipping out the bottle from the bag. “You stopped drinking because of Grayson Dolan. I think you owe it to yourself to let yourself start drinking because of him, too.”

You push the hood off your head and take the blue bottle from her when she offers it to you. Your brows raise. “You bought me Don Julio to cry over my ex? Isn't this, like, $50 for a bottle?”

Fallon waves a hand dismissively. “That’s exactly why I got it; you’re not gonna cry over your ex. Wine of any kind is crying juice. Vodka makes you a dumb bitch, and bottom shelf tequila makes you cry, a dumb bitch, and a ho. You need the good stuff, so we can bring out the bad bitch. Who can talk about her ex, get it all out, without crying again, or texting him, or posting a thirst trap.”

You roll your eyes. “That was only one time I accidentally sent you that nude instead of Grayson. And we were still together, so it didn't count as being a ho. I was just giving my boyfriend good spank bank material.”

Fallon is already rummaging through your cabinets, in search of the nearly-forgotten shot glasses. “Babe, you know I support every woman’s right to be a ho as much as she wants, especially after a breakup, but this is Grayson we’re talking about. You two were so into each other, it was toxic. You fought all the time, and by your own admission fixed everything with sex. You’re addicted, and as your best friend, I’m inserting myself here to keep you from talking to him anymore.”

She turns around, two little glasses in hand, and looks at you then the bottle in your hands pointedly. You give in and pull out the stopper and the Don Julio Blanco to her. 

“Now, I’m not gonna get you drunk. But we’re gonna get enough in you to loosen up that tongue, you’re gonna get all your Grayson shit out before I leave, and we’re gonna go to bed happy and feeling better,” she says matter-of-factly, pouring the clear liquid into the glasses. She hands one of them to you. “Cheers, bitch.”

Right before you clink and tap, Fallon’s phone buzzes. She leans over to check it where it’s resting on the counter, and her eyes widen. “Shit...”

“What?” you ask concernedly. Fallon puts down her glass and starts typing madly.

“It’s my downstairs neighbor. She said Roxy’s been barking for nearly an hour straight and she’s gonna file another noise complaint if I don’t get there to let her out.” She stops for a moment and looks at you. “Shit. I’ll get evicted if I get another one. Like actually evicted.”

Fallon’s dog Roxy has serious attachment issues, which is usually extremely annoying, but right now you're thanking her. You love Fallon to death, but this isn’t exactly the friend therapy you needed or expected when you called her up to come over. 

“Dude, go! I promise I’m fine. I don’t need to worry about you being homeless on top of my shit.”

“Okay. I’m sorry, babe, I promise I’ll FaceTime you as soon as I’m home.” She’s gathering her things, leaving the tequila open on the counter. “Make good choices, please. Love you!”

“Love you!” you call out behind her as she rushes through the door.

The door slams, and it leaves a ringing silence almost as loud as your best friend. You look around at your suddenly empty apartment, your eyes landing on the still-full shot glasses.

What the hell? You snatch one of them off the counter and down it with a grimace. Admittedly, it was the best tequila you’ve ever had, but it’s still tequila. The burn travels down your esophagus and settles in your near-empty belly. The sensation reminds you that you’ve hardly eaten today, and one shot was probably more than enough considering your lack of food and the fact that you’ve probably reverted to being an extreme lightweight after not drinking for so long. 

You and Grayson have barely been broken up for a month, and despite how hard it’s been, you haven't been tempted to touch more than a glass of wine or an occasional Whiteclaw if the stress of the day was too much. But it never felt right to have more. Grayson is still a part of you, even though that’s part of the reason you broke up to begin with. The two of you were becoming codependent on each other, which was turning into jealousy and neediness that built up into huge, explosive fights and ended with you fucking on whatever surface was nearest.

It was, indeed, a vicious, toxic cycle. Even though you tell yourself it’s for the best, you also can’t shake the feeling that the two of you aren’t done. That there’s still hope for your relationship, especially now that you’ve spent time apart.

Fallon’s tactics have backfired as you stomp back to the couch and snatch your phone off the cushion. Julio has given you the liquid courage you need to do exactly what Fallon told you not to.

I miss u

A classic. You wish you had it in you to be more creative, but the simple truth of it is: you do miss him. You miss his laugh. You miss his smell. You miss coming home to him, either here or at his house, after a long day. You miss his kisses. You miss his dick. 

There’s little shame for yourself in admitting that. You used it to solve your problems, but you were blind to that before the breakup. Everything is more clear now, especially the fact that you still love him deeply. 

Suddenly, your phone starts buzzing. You don’t even look at the caller ID, assuming it’s Fallon calling impatiently from her car. 

“Hello?”

“Hey.”

The deep voice on the other end of the phone startles you, and you hold it away from your face to see his name in big, white letters. No longer ‘Gray’ with some heart emojis, but ‘Grayson Dolan.’

You swallow hard and put the phone back to your ear. “Uh, hi, Hey.”

There’s a beat of silence before he speaks again. “I, uh, got your text.”

You don’t say anything, picking at a piece of fluff on your slipper.

“I miss you too. Like, a lot. Too much.”

You bite your lip tightly, chewing it nervously. You hadn’t expected him to fucking call. Calling and texting had two very different vibes. Over text, you would probably say something cute and calm and ask if the two of you could get coffee tomorrow.

But a call? You can hear his voice for the first time in weeks. It makes you want to jump through the phone and wrap him in your arms, to cry in his chest -- from happiness or sadness, you’re not sure. Either way, this is the closest you’ve felt to him in so long, and it makes you weak.

Grayson may be loud, but he’s good at shutting up when he wants an answer. It’s one of the things that drove you most crazy when you fought. He’d yell his piece, then stare at you until you had a retort. Sometimes you did, sometimes you didn't; you were always both at fault, for the most part. 

You take a deep breath and find your voice at last. “Me too. I...I haven’t been doing so great. Without you.”

She hears him sigh. “Me neither.” He pauses, and you wait anxiously. “Look, I’ll be honest. I was with Ethan when I got your text and he...well, he doesn’t think it’s a good idea that I called you. Or that we’re talking to each other, period.”

He leaves his sentence hanging, almost like an open-ended question without phrasing it as such. You can't stop the laugh from bubbling past your lips as you shake your head. “Fallon was just over at my place and said the same thing. So that either makes us really fucking stupid, or our best friends just don’t understand.”

“Famous last words, either way,” Grayson chuckled with you. You can hear crickets chirping in the background, and imagine he’s sitting outside by the pool. The two of you used to like to do that together.

You decide to follow his example and head out to your balcony, plopping down in one of the plastic chairs with your knees tucked to your chest. “What do you think about us talking, then?”

He doesn't miss a beat. “I think I miss you. And I love you. And I know I fucked up a lot, but I’ve been actually reflecting on everything that was wrong with us and I think I know now what I can do better. This time apart has been really fucking hard, but I think it was a good thing. For me, anyways.”

Your lip finds its way between your teeth again. You clamp it hard to hold back the shake in your voice. “Me too, Gray. I wasn’t perfect by any means, either. But as long as we both know what we need to work on, I want to try again if you do.”

“I do want that,” Grayson sighs, relief flooding his voice. He laughs that laugh you missed so much. “You have no idea how happy that makes me. I’ve been driving E crazy having these meltdowns all the time thinking about how I fucked up so bad that I wouldn’t ever get you back.”

You smile into your knees, and decide in that moment to risk it for the sake of your biscuit, which throbs at the mere thought and sound of him. “Is it too early to mention that I miss all of you?”

“Careful, or I might think you only want me back for my body.”

“I mean, I definitely had to use my imagination a few times without the real thing. I only had to think of you, though. How good you fuck me.”

This right here is probably where the tequila is coming in to play. Fallon was wrong again; you’re about to go Full Ho, having phone sex with your kind-of ex.

His breath picks up nearly imperceptibly, but you can also hear the smirk in his voice. “How many times did I make you squirt in the tiny house shed that one time, baby? That was so hot.”

“Mm, it was so good, Gray. I remember you had to carry me inside to your bed because I couldn’t walk. And then you fucked me nice and hard on your bed.” A rush of wetness floods your panties, and you squeeze your thighs together. “You came all in my mouth that night. I miss how your cum tastes.”

“Fuck,” he whispers. “Can I come over?”

You hesitate. You think of Fallon, of Ethan, of Don Julio. Of Grayson.

“Yes. Please.”

#anon i LOVE kehlani #and this song #sorry it wasn't super sexy #i loved writing this might fuck around and add to it eventually #whoever this character is has my dumb bitch energy #dolan twins #grayson dolan #blurb #g blurb

[eddiegirls]

describe your dream house but also bonus describe your dream kitchen

OK SO this is going to be chaotic. i would like to have a pretty small house. 2-3 bedrooms max, and the bedrooms don't need to be big. i want it to be all one level bc i don't love stairs. i want it to be a cute color like maybe yellow. i would ideally have a yard with native plants because fuck lawns. i want a chicken coop and some chickens. i'd like to have a pool but i feel like they might be bad for the environment so i won't, but i would like a cute space outside to hang out. it'll have a balcony and nice lighting and a fire pit and comfy chairs and a grill and a beer fridge. in my living room i would like to have a very comfortable couch with a lot of blankets available, and a nice rug and HARDWOOD FLOORS (everywhere). i will have some nice art and a big tv. i want a nice coffee table too and i will not have coffee table books bc they're silly, but i will have flowers in a vase - perhaps they grow in my yard. in my bedroom i want a king sized bed bc i've never had one and i think it would be cool. i want a lot of pillows and a big comforter and soft blankets on the bed but i'll put the extra blankets away during the day bc i like to make my bed and have it look neat. i want something nice painted on the wall but i'm not sure what, like one of those diy murals ppl do. i also would have fun lights, like those ones that project stuff on the ceiling. in my bathroom...i know it's so stupid but i want a luxury shower like one of these

bc i just think it would be so fucking nice. i also want a toilet with a bidet and a bowl sink bc i love those. and THE KITCHEN!!! i would have a gas stove, obviously, and i would have hanging storage for pans bc i love how it looks. i would want a lot of open shelving to store my most used stuff. i would also want a good sized pantry so i can go to costco for stuff lol. i want a BIG double sink so i can fit a drying rack in one side. i want a white tiled backsplash also, and i'd have one accent color that i got all my appliances in but idk which one yet. speaking of appliances: i would have a dedicated coffee setup like a breville espresso machine and all my coffee supplies. i know this is also extremely stupid but i fucking want one of those sinks above the stove that u can use to fill pots with....i saw it in charlie puth's house tour. i really like the look of matte black appliances like these

and i also really like this color scheme. i ALSO WANT A BUTCHER BLOCK COUNTERTOP SOOOO BAD. and i would have NICE knives, and a big variety of them. and at least 3 cast irons, including a cast iron wok. i would have like so much counter space. and i also want a spice drawer, because i think it is more functional than a cabinet and i'd label them all on top. ok i think i need to stop talking now because nobody wants to read all this kfsjnfjdfjjdjf i did not mean to talk so much

#i will never be able to have any of this probably but i can think about it #ask #biseksuelmisekuel

[stardancerluv]

Brother’s Keeper

Part 7 - Rewrite

Summary: Branden and reader finally let their feelings be known after so long.

Warning: consensual sex

Tears pooled in your eyes. You had hoped, dreamed even that he would care for you. But with him being locked away, you had never thought it would happen. You swallowed and looked up into his soft eyes. You held his hand.

“You want to take care of me?”

“Yes.” The raspiness of his voice made you tremble. “We should get out of here.”

“Yes, but where?” You were grounded once again. You both shouldn’t be out like this. He was a wanted man. “Is there a place we can go to where we don’t have to look over our shoulders?”

“Sam gave us a place.”

“Ok! Let’s go there.”

******

Inside you were shaking. As Branden pulled up to the place you gasped. It was practically a mansion and on the beach. Your apartment could fit in it at least twice.

You grabbed your knapsack, slung it over your shoulder and followed him inside. “Sam gave you guys this place to stay?”

You looked around.

“Yeah, I’m not crazy about it. But I don’t want to argue, I’m out...” His voice trailed off. “Want a beer?”

You smiled, “Yes.” You needed to calm your nerves. When he turned to the fridge, you hopped onto the island in the middle of the kitchen behind him. You honestly don’t know why, but you did it. You opened the bag and took out the pudding and the spoons.

When he turned to give you a beer, a look that came over him made knots form in your stomach. He nudged the refrigerator closed and came over to you.

He placed a bottle beside you. When you reached for it, he shook his head and you pulled your hand back. “This one is yours.” He held up one. He twisted the cap off and took a swig.

Confusion wrinkled your brow as you looked at him, he chuckled. He handed it to you. “One of my last beers on the outside is the one you brought me and I let you have a sip from. “ He grabbed the one near you and twisted its cap off.

You remembered then. “Oh wow! That was so long ago.” You took a sip from your bottle.

“You were so young, so nervous.” He chuckled and laid his hand on your thigh. You could feel the warmth of his hand through your dress.

You looked down at his hand and smiled. “In those days, mom would have killed me if she had seen me have a sip.”

He squeezed your thigh and took a swig from his bottle. “How is she doing these days?”

You looked down and shook your head. “Ever since Michael died, she is just a shadow.”

He pressed his lips together and nodded. “I can only imagine.”

He drew closer as you opened your legs. You squeezed his hand on your thigh. “It’s all right. Maybe it’s a good thing.” You sighed. As you thought about where you were in your life. She’d be devastated if she knew half of what you have gone through over the years.

“Hey, chin up.” He placed his bottle next to yours. He tilted your head up and you looked up into his stormy blue eyes.

You swallowed. “Branden?” You felt as if you could cry or pass out at any moment.

Sighing, you moved closer when his lips were against yours, you giggled as his beard tickled. Shock and excitement washed over you. You barely parted from each other as his beard tickled you. Your eyes met and once again you were kissing. This time only, you wrapped your arms around him. You moaned as you kissed him, feeling his strong arms pull you close.

A sharp giggle filled the kitchen. Jumping, you looked in the direction of it.

One of the girls you knew from the bar sauntered into the kitchen holding the hand of one of Branden’s friends. When she saw you, she let go and practically ran over to you. “What are you doing here?” She asked in her usual annoying voice.

“Sam gave me to him.” You shifted a little, and leaned against his solid frame. You were all aflutter when he draped an arm around you. As you leaned against him you could feel that his heart was racing like yours. “We’re about to have some fun, aren’t we?” You looked up at him cheekily.

He nodded.

“All right girly.” She looked at Branden. “You be nice to my girly.”

Behind them near the entrance of the kitchen, Sterlo chuckled.

“I will be.” He grabbed his beer and took a swig.

“Good.” The girl then drifted back to where Sterlo stood.

******

“So this is my room.” Branden remarked and locked the door behind the two of you.

You looked at him over your shoulder and smiled. “It looks comfy.”

He shrugged. “I’ll enjoy it.” He came over to you. “Let me take this from you.” He gently took the knapsack from you.

Despite being so big, it did look comfy. “Oh! You have a balcony.” You slid open the door.

He came up behind you. You turned and smiled up at him. The gentle breaking of the ocean waves and the way he stood that close to you made you want to kiss him again so badly. “Where were we?”

******

The bed practically enveloped you in its softness as you slid back into it. Your stomach was in knots as Branden pulled off his boots. The bed room gave as he came to hang over you.

You wrapped your arms around his throat. “Kiss me, Branden.” And he did.

Finally feeling how he felt like this made you breathless. You had only fantasized about what it could be like, but now feeling it was even better.

Your fingers grazed through his short rusty colored hair. A deep sound came from him as you enjoyed his kisses, which tasted like a mixture of him and the beer the two of you enjoyed.

You made a soft sound when you found yourself on top of him. Your summer dress had hiked up to your waist. His jeans were rough under your naked legs.

His hands rested on your thighs. “Its been a long time.” He said softly.

You nodded. You gently rocked against him, a soft sound came from you when you felt him.

“I told you it’s been a long time.”

You rocked against him a little harder, before leaning down. “Branden, I’ve imagined this for a long time.”

“You have?” He looked so startled for a moment, you could see the Branden before all of this.

“Yes. I’ll tell you all about it but now I need you.”

He kissed you, then his hands began to finally move on you. Pulling some soft sounds from you. Sometime later feeling breathless.

******

“Show me more of you.” He breathed.

As he watched and felt as you sat up, he felt himself grow harder. Damn, your curves were even better than he ever imagined now that he saw them on display for him.

Pulling you close he moved once again, he was over you. Hungrily, he kissed you. He was realizing how starved for touch he had been as he felt your hands drift up under his shirt. Your softness and the gentle feel of you pulled sounds from him.

******

As he finally laid beside you with nothing beside you, he met your eyes. He gathered you close to him. Your lips met in a hungry kiss once again. He kissed and nibbled his way down your throat. The sweet sounds that came from you made him want you all the more. “I want to be inside of you.” He managed to say.

“Please.” You breathed, your words made his heart beat hard and fast in his chest.

The most delicious moan broke your lips as he rubbed his tip against your slick wetness. He entered you as slowly as he could. It was far better than any fantasy he’d had. Your moans mingled as your eyes met.

Your desires were matched, as you both began to move. With no restraint, moans mingled as your lips and tongues hungrily met each other. Sweat beaded up between the two of you. You were so wonderfully, tight and wet. He didn’t know if he’d be able to last long.

Your fingers felt amazing as they ran up and down his back. He held you to him as you writhed and arched against him. “Branden, I am so close.” You managed to whimper.

“Cum for me, baby. I want to feel it.”

He called out as he felt you pull him close. “Yes, yes.” You panted.

As you came hard around him, he shook hard. He met your eyes, as he moved harder and deeper into you. Panting, moaning your name. He came hard. The pleasure spread all over him.

*****

Panting, he laid down onto his back. “Come here.” He rasped. Happily you cuddled up to him. He looked down at you. “I don’t know where I’m going.”

“At least you are out.” You looked up at him.

He nodded, he grazed his fingers up and down your bare shoulder. “But if you will have me, I want you by my side.”

Your tears filled, this was all you had ever wanted to hear. “Yes. Yes, I’m yours Branden.” You went up and kissed him. You pulled back and giggled. “That silly beard.” But with a smile you kissed him again.

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Chapter 1: Attack on the Neighbors

Anastasia realized as she looked through the crystal wall that surrounded her bedroom in her Beverly Hills mansion that it was a dark night, darker than usual. Even though there was a full moon, not a single beam of light could be seen in the deep blue sky, which matched the color of her hair.

It was a Saturday night. At 29 years of age, Anastasia was working, writing songs. Thanks to her family name and her father’s profession, she had chosen music as a career and excelled at it.

Her father, Nick Truman, was the leader of a legendary rock band and passed on to all his knowledge of the business to his youngest daughter. From an early age, Anastasia worked hard to become a famed music producer.

One song was giving Anastasia a hard time. A client had commissioned her with a song about discovering love and she knew very little about it. Luckily, she was an avid reader and as such, she tried to invocate all those romantic novels she had read and hated to help her finish the damn song.

A noise downstairs startled her. She looked up from the paper and placed her eyes on her bedroom door, then looked back out the window but could not spot anything out of the ordinary –except for that darkness which she found strange. Anastasia was sitting on a bench next to a crystal wall, from where she could stare down to her patio and a big infinity pool and some classic garden elements such as chairs and tables. The house was two stories high and all the walls that faced the patio were glass. Those incredible views convinced her of buying that house six years ago.

In spite of being born with a silver spoon in her mouth, the blue-haired girl had worked since the age of fifteen; in music, modeling and even found the time to graduate as a professional musician in the University of California. She was not your typical Hollywood heiress living at her parents’ expense. Nevertheless, she had gone through a rebel phase where she partied every night and went on insane trips around the world, spending money without thinking of the consequences. That often put her in the front cover of tabloids, which dubbed her ‘her family’s disgrace.’

A new noise made her look away from her window. This time, it was louder and closer. They were movement noises. Objects were moving. At that precise moment, she understood why the night appeared as dark and in a millisecond, her brain deciphered that she had to leave that house as soon as possible.

Anastasia took her phone and tried calling her older sister, Barbara; she did not pick up. She tried again with no luck. She decided to compose a text message:

“I’m heading to your place.”

She put her phone in the back pocket of her jeans, left the pen and paper aside, and full of fear, headed to the entrance.

Anastasia opened the door to her bedroom; the rest of the house looked darker than usual as well. She did not need a flashlight; this was her home, she knew it by heart. As she arrived to the hallway before taking the stairs down, she felt an instant heaviness all over her body, just like she were carrying somebody heavy.

“Leave me alone!” she yelled. “Get out of my house!”

As she got halfway down the stars, Anastasia felt a sharp, deep headache. She had to stop and close her eyes due to the pain, but knew she could not stay there. As she could, she arrived to the lower floor and adjusted her sight to look around her. The heaviness and the headache increased. She took three steps and felt like something or someone pushed her. She fell over her largest couch. It was a short way until the entrance but felt like her arms and legs had turned to butter; it was impossible for her to stand straight. Suddenly, her sight turned red and it was hard to breathe.

Anastasia had to try with all her might to get out of there.

She crawled and made a great effort to make her way to the entrance when she heard a loud roar behind her. She did not stop to look back. One last adrenaline kick made her get up, take the keys to her car from a small table to her right, open the door and run to her car. Still struggling with that headache, she turned on the ignition and drove until her vision adapted to a normal environment. 

One hour later she found herself knocking her stepsister’s door, in Malibu. She knocked so hard and insistently that her sister opened up, scared. Anastasia looked into Barbara’s eyes in panic and couldn’t keep standing. She collapsed at the entrance.

Barbara dragged Anastasia inside to her living room and sat her down on an emerald green futon. “They were at my house,” Anastasia fearfully told her sister. “They came to get me.”

“The night’s unusually dark, I knew something was going on,” replied Barbara as she went to get some fresh lemonade for Anastasia.

“Do you think she’s dead?” Anastasia asked while her sister offered her a glass.

Barbara did not reply. It wasn’t necessary.

Apart from having a musical gift, Anastasia is part of the witch population of the world. The witch community is much reduced and extremely occult. Witches have been persecuted for years because humans tend not to like what they cannot understand. Besides witches, there is a whole compendium of communities with hidden powers and some of them are dangerous even for witches.

Magical powers were granted to two members of each generation of families that had been initiated as witches. Barbara, who had light, mid-back length brown hair and big, green eyes like grass after rain, also had powers and perfectly understood what was happening.

Anastasia chugged the glass of lemonade.

“What are we going to do?” she asked.

“You won't like what I'm about to say.” Barbara replied. "You need to leave. You were lucky you got out.”

“Leave?!" She exclaimed. "Why were they looking for me?” Anastasia’s huge, turquoise eyes opened wide.

“They know you’re on your way to becoming a powerful witch. That’s not good for them. They want to get rid of us all.” Barbara turned her back on her sister. “There has to be a snitch within the coven,” she muttered.

“What did you say?” Anastasia asked, although she had heard her well.

“Nothing, it’s not important.” Barbara replied, causing suspicion to her younger stepsister. “You should go to sleep. The full moon will be over tomorrow, they can’t attack you anymore. I’m going to throw my moon water away, it’s contaminated.”

Anastasia walked with Barbara to the patio of the luxurious mansion located by the shore of a private beach. There, she had five half-a-gallon jars of water that she placed there every time there was a full moon, to be charged with the energy of the satellite. Together, they took the jars and emptied them in the coast, allowing the liquid to mix with the water from the ocean.

Sleeping was impossible that night. She had faced a beast and she was still alive. Adrenaline was running through her veins and the concern did not let her rest.

The following morning, Anastasia woke up with the sound of the breaking waves that went in through the big window that served as a wall. Malibu had that aura that eased her anxiety and her complicated brain. The sound of the ocean was helpful; she had always felt a connection to it.

The deep-blue-haired girl got up from the comfy bed and opened the window that faced a small balcony, from where she could glance at the entire coast and the backyard of her sister’s mansion. She breathed deeply, trying to fill up her lungs with the salty air and wondered if in another life she had inhabited the depths of the ocean, as a part of some civilization hidden from human stupidity.

She turned on her heel to her bathroom to take a quick shower. The weather was warm enough, so a grey dress and sneakers dressed her body that day. Anastasia always made sure to keep a change of clothes in that house as she crashed it from time to time. Her sister never closed the door on her.

Before leaving the bedroom, she looked at herself in the mirror. The color of her eyes varied from turquoise to aquamarine. They were big, enormous like a doll’s. Her skin was pale as china; she got it from her grandmother on her father’s side –a British gypsy witch. Her lips were small but plump. She decided on the spot not to wear makeup that day. She closed the door behind her and although she had to walk downstairs to the kitchen, a hunch told her to head up to the attic.

Just as her head predicted it, there was her sister in front of a big cauldron. Every witch had a specialty and Barb’s potions (as Anastasia affectionately called them) were the most effective of them all. Then she spotted another figure, her sister wasn't alone. A tall lady with light blonde hair, almost white was avidly talking with Barbara. 

Anastasia took a seat on a red couch that stood out from all the wood around her. The attic was filled with shelves containing strange objects: jars, potion ingredients, and books. A sole rounded window provided the entire room with light. It could not be seen from the outside architecture of the mansion, from the ocean’s shore –that window was hidden under a strong, protective spell. Witches’ dens were personal and only explicitly invited humans could enter them.

The place was decorated with old pictures and paintings showing witches of all times, from gypsies to those brave women of Salem. Witches were always feared because of the power they represented. While men were heads of families whose function was to sustain, hunt, rule, govern and women were displaced to less relTaront activities, witches rose up to do everything the male gender could and more, therefore, many lost their lives. They were never understood and much less respected. Nowadays they lived hidden. The fear was never gone but while living a concealed life they could be themselves and put their powers to practice, waiting for the day the world could finally see them without a dagger slashing their necks. 

The witches’ power was granted by nature. They had the ability to manipulate the Universe’s energies to achieve everything their hearts and minds, at unison, wished for. On the other hand, there were many other creatures that had stolen that power to use for their own benefit and own the world order. Many ruled nations and hurt thousands, they appeared in human form to the mortals’ eyes, but inside they were dark, shapeless, black-smoke-emitting masses with two red slits in the place of eyes. They fed on suffering and power kept them alive. They had no name, because by naming them they’d get the respect they did not deserve. Witches prevented them from taking over the world order, and therefore they dedicated their lives to hunting them and murdering them. When that happened, they sent their heads to the doorstep of the covens’ leaders as a warning that they were, bit by bit, achieving their goal.

That is why witches had to hide their power from humans. They didn’t know which of them could turn into one of those dark masses, except for Anastasia. She had been blessed with the maximum power of empathy. She could read people; know their deepest feelings by only looking into their eyes. When she did not feel an ounce of sadness or joy in a human, she knew she had to run.

Many had connected the power of witches to the devil, and while this is not exactly correct, many witches had chosen to serve evil with their powers. But there was no such malignant entity. Magic could do good and could also cause terrible suffering. Only those who could dominate both sides, light and darkness, could be leaders of the Coven. Many felt intimidated by handling dark arts, while others felt so attracted to them that darkness consumed them. Anastasia’s run with darkness had been scarce but satisfactory, so much that she became obsessed and Barbara had to intervene to regulate those practices.

“I have news,” said Barbara as soon as she felt the presence of her younger sister pointing to the lady at her side. 

"I'm so sorry your Saturday was ruined like that", the blond lady said taking Anastasia but her arms. "You were so brave".

“Yeah.it wasn't like I was having fun anyway so…" said Anastasia in a low voice, as she glimpsed her sister rolling her eyes. 

“They also attacked Mika at her house. They’re getting more aggressive and powerful.” Barbara was making a potion so her eyes were fixed on the cauldron.

“How did you survive?”, Anastasia looked to Mika. 

“I took some paralyzing potion. The best one, made by Barb of course. My heart stopped for a few seconds and they thought I was dead, so they went off for a bit and I ran to seek shelter. I imagine that if they returned, they wouldn’t find me.” Barbara was adding some bright purple dust to the cauldron.

“Maybe that’s why they came to my house. Maybe they thought Mika was hiding there.” Anastasia’s word caused her sister to look into her eyes for the first time that morning.

“Why the hell would Mika hide at your house?” asked the eldest sister. Anastasia shrugged.

Instead of answering Mika looked at Anastasia kindly in her eyes. She took the girls hands and inspection them cautiously. 

"I remember when you were born. Your midnight blue hair got all the hospital talking. We were so glad a witch was born. The first in a decade". The witches population had been shrinking thanks to the necessity of hiding their powers. Magic is like a muscle if you don't use it you'll lose it, as Barbara would love to say. Since the 80's born witches were a rare phenomenon, imagine a blue haired one. 

"Yeah, I would like to remember my birth", Anastasia said sarcastically. Mika always created a sense of comfort when she was around, truth was that Anastasia wasn't very close to the North America Coven Leader as she was called by fellow witches in the continent. Mika ruled with a strong but emphatic hand and she was loved by everyone. 

Mika was a role model but not to her. Magic wasn't something Anastasia focused a lot on. She actually kind of neglected it. Situation got easy out of hand in the past and she decided that magic wasn't going to define her. 

"You are going to be a great leader one day", Mika turned her back to Anastasia and started walking around the room. "But you need to accept who you are and study" She made a pause "A lot".

Anastasia looked at Barbara confused. Her sister nailed her eyesight on the cauldron to avoid the big turquoise eyes. 

"Yeah, I don't know about that. I can't even manage my own life, imagine being in charge of a whole damn coven. Never less one of the most important in the world!", she laughed but neither Mika nor Barbara raised even half smile. 

"She needs time", Barbara said to Mika. 

"Something we don't have", Mika answered. "Your sister told me you own a small apartment in London"

"I wouldn't call it small" Anastasia was interrupted by Mika. 

"I suggest you take some time off to enjoy that gorgeous British grey skies", Mika said.

"Pardon me?", Anastasia was understanding everything now but her brain was trying to block what was coming. 

"You need to leave", her sister said abruptly. "Even if you like it or not you are next in line to be the leader of this coven. And we need you safe, alive and wise. You are going to London and you're gonna learn as much as you can about what you are and your mission in this world".

"I'm almost 30, I have a job and a life here and frankly I never asked to be any of this", she just spit those words without second thoughts. The pain that Barb and Mika felt was instant. 

“I need you to take this seriously. I need you to take magic seriously for the first time in your life.” Barbara said firmly.

From the age of eight, Anastasia knew she was a witch. Her abilities began manifesting, but she never cared too much about them. She never wanted to train or learn. To her, it was something she had to keep at bay. It was just something she could do, not who she was. On the other hand, music was everything to her, so she sought to focus her energy on that.

“Barbara, for Hell’s sakes!” Anastasia laughed profusely. 

“As much as I wish I were lying, I’m not.” Barbara replied, upset by her sister’s reaction. “Anastasia, a power such as yours has not been seen for centuries.”

“But I don’t practice magic! Apart from a couple of spells to date guys in my teenage years and to do well in College, I haven’t done much more,” replied Anastasia.

“Because you have repressed your power. You never wanted to learn how to use it.”

“Yes, from the moment I began seeing people all around that weren’t really there, I didn’t want to keep up with it.”

“It’s your duty as a witch to educate yourself so that you can rule the Coven in the future.” Mika interveneed. 

“I’m at the highest peak of my career, I don’t have time for this.” Anastasia got up from the couch and headed to the door.

“Go ahead, act spoiled! It’s what you do best anyway! Just caring about yourself".

Barbara could sometimes be very hurtful. Anastasia stopped and wanted to talk back to her sister, but thought it through and kept going, out of the attic, the house and into her car. She drove back to Los Angeles, to her place.

On the way she did a couple of calls to Matt, her on and off boyfriend. But as natural he didn't answer. 

I do not want to rule the Coven, she kept telling herself over and over as she drove. She also though she didn’t really want to go back home, but as she got closer, a crowd of people gathering outside the Jensen’s porch called her attention. Anastasia pulled over by her own gate and curiosity drove her straight to the house next door. She made her way among the people and when she got to the front of her neighbors’ place, she spotted two police cars. The house perimeter was surrounded by yellow tape. Standing there was a blonde lady who kept staring at the main entrance. It was Cindy, the youngest in the family. She was about 21 years old. Anastasia always ran into her at LA events. Cindy was the typical party girl, and judging by her choice of outfit –mini dress and high-heeled shoes, she was just returning from one.

“Cindy!” Anastasia called her.

The blonde girl turned her head towards her. Her make-up was smudged all over her face; she had been crying. Cindy signaled Anastasia to come over and so she did, going under the yellow tape.

“What happened?” Anastasia inquired as she walked.

“My parents—they—they’re…” Cindy stretched her arms out to hug Anastasia. When they touched, an electric shock ran through the blue-haired girl. It was so strong that every nerve on her body hurt, her vision blurred and a scene came in front of her: the Jensen’s master bedroom. The father, Carl, lay on the floor. When she adjusted her sight she realized his neck was slashed from side to side. She kept looking all over her body but nothing prepared her for what she was about to see next: half of his body was missing, just like they had ripped it off him. All internal organs and guts were spread around him. She felt a sharp pain in her stomach. His lower belly and his leg were about 12 inches away. Wendy Jensen lay in bed in a similar situation: her left arm was under the bedside table and the lower half of her body was by the bed. As if all of this weren’t strange enough, there was not a single drop of blood in the scene.

Cuts weren’t clean; they looked more like rips caused by a beast. The organs looked clean. The couple looked like mannequins. Carl’s eyes were open and completely white. When she turned to Wendy, she realized the woman was missing both eyes.

The vision faded in a second as soon as Cindy let go of Anastasia. Fear took over her and she understood she hadn’t been inside the house. Instead, she had seen what Cindy herself had seen when she walked in that morning. The adrenaline rush was so strong she abruptly parted from Cindy and fell butt-first on her neighbors’ front lawn. Her expression was one of terror and Cindy’s was one of being stricken by the situation.

“Cindy, I—I am so—so sorry.” That was the only thing Anastasia managed to say before running back to her own place. On the way, she spotted the suspicious looks of a couple of policemen, but she kept on walking, trying as much as she could to ignore her surroundings.

Once home, Anastasia locked the front door and called Barbara immediately. A couple of hours later, the eldest sister was knocking on the door.

“I swear that had never happened to me before.” Anastasia was terrified. She was sitting on her blue futon, sipping on some tea Barbara had made her.

“As much as you try to repress your magic, your powers will manifest themselves one way or another. If you had learned to control them years ago, they wouldn’t come out as intensely now.” Barbara explained.

“I just touched her, but I could experience everything the poor Cindy went through when she found her parents torn to pieces. Terror, shock, uncertainty,” Anastasia explained. “It was horrible.”

“You’re empathic, that’s a normal ability of your power.” Barbara sat down next to her sister.

“Now, tell me, were they dismembered?”

Anastasia nodded.

“Not a drop of blood around?”

Anastasia shook her head no.

“The bodies were clean, just like the entire scene.” Anastasia put down the cup of tea on the coffee table. “Do you think the same creatures that tried to attack me did this?”

“To be honest, yes.” Barbara replied. Anastasia got up in a heartbeat.

“It was my fault, Barbara. It was my fault that they died. It’s my fault poor Cindy is now an orphan.” Anastasia paced around but a force out of her might have made her stop.

“It was not your fault.” Barbara moved her fingers to release Anastasia from the spell. “If you hadn’t ran away, I would be picking up your pieces now, and the Universe knows I wouldn’t do it all by myself. Those creatures were thirsty. Unlucky for them, Carl and Wendy were home.”

“They just came back from Mykonos,” Anastasia said as she sat back down.

“They should’ve stayed in Greece,” Barbara uttered sarcastically.  

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Meeting and Dating Terry Griffith

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- You met Terry when she transferred to your school as the androgynous Terri. When you first saw her in the parking lot you just thought she was a butch girl or something of the sort so you were genuinely amused when people fell for her act and were completely convinced she was a guy. But you didn’t know the whole story so you just watched from afar until you were pretty sure you understood what was going on.

- You were a bit of a loner (80s+lgbt=judgement) so when she walked into the lunch room determined to make any friend she could, she noticed you sitting on your own. She figured you would be a good choice for a companion, she could kill two birds with one stone by making a friend all the while appearing to be interested in the “opposite sex”. She just hoped you wouldn’t fall for Terri.

- You had to try really hard not to laugh when she sat down and put on her played up dude voice. But for her sake you pretended like you didn’t suspect a thing and let her try her best.

- She was glad when you didn’t try to flirt with her and was pretty proud of herself that she had “managed to convince you” she was a guy even though she had a few screw ups during your conversation. When school was over she caught up with you in the parking lot and offered you a ride home which you happily took.

- After she gave you a ride home she tried her hardest to befriend you which you didn’t mind in the slightest. She really began to enjoy your company and considered you an actual friend not just a means for her to further her illusion.

- You considered her a friend as well but you did wind up forming a crush on her especially after she defended you against an asshole that told her that “he was wasting his time trying to get in your pants.” She was practically seething when he insulted you and very nearly jumped him in the parking lot before you managed to pull her away. On the drive home she ranted about the guy which you found almost amusing but you were embarrassed that she had finally seen firsthand what you had to deal with.

“I can’t believe people like that exist! I mean how dare he talk about you like that, completely unprompted! I mean aren’t you upset?” She asked averting her eyes from the road as she looked at you.

“It’s alright Terri, really… I’m used to it.” You muttered, thanking the universe that you were pulling onto your block.

“How, why, I mean… why not just tell them it’s bullshit, that it’s fake? I mean I’m sure once you say it enough it’ll all be over-”

“Because it’s true Terri,” you sighed. “I’m gay.”

- Her mind has to reboot after that one, she was not prepared in the slightest to hear it. Her mind just goes ‘Shes gay? Gay. She’s gay. She’s gay! Why am I happy that she’s gay?’ It really confuses her when she feels relieved but you just gather your things and say goodbye thinking her silence is judgement.

- Immediately after you exit the car she hops out and runs to give you a hug, assuring you that it’s perfectly okay and that she’s actually happy you’re gay which sounded better in her head but whatever. She actually suggests you have a little coming out celebration which you agree to with a shy smile.

- You spend the next hour driving around gathering food and movies to bring to her house. Upon getting there she realizes that she invited you to spend the night and that you “still don’t know she’s a girl” so how is she going to keep up this act. When you arrive in her driveway she shyly turns to you and admits that she has to tell you something to which you immediately assure her that you already know.

- She’s slightly miffed that she hadn’t actually tricked you with her superior acting skills but the two of you share a laugh about it and you agree not to tell anyone. So she locks Buddy out of her room and the two of you have a great time hanging out with each other.

- As weird as it may sound she spends some time looking at you while you sleep and tries to sort out her feelings. Undoubtedly the next day when you’ve left she calls over Denise to help her figure everything out and she comes to the conclusion that she’s in love with you. Denise is a little confused but supportive so she helps her plan out ways to confess.

- The next day she gets all dressed up, calls you over to the privacy of her house, takes you onto the balcony of her room and takes your hands in hers, confessing her feelings for you. You’re more than a little shocked but smile and hug her. You go with her to come out to Buddy who really can’t care less besides the fact that his sister got a girlfriend before him.

- For your first date you take her to a nice restaurant, everyone there either doesn’t care that you’re together and making heart eyes at each other or thinks that it’s sweet that you “are such close friends!”.

- At the end of the night she really wants to kiss you but she chickens out at the last minute and kisses you on the cheek instead.

- That night she calls Kevin to break up with him, he’s obviously angry and comes over to try to talk to her but she insists it’s over and he reluctantly accepts the fact. Buddy is more than happy that she’s getting rid of Kevin and probably makes some sarcastic comment as the college boy leaves the house.

- It takes a few days before she works up the nerve to actually do it. Your first actual kiss was in her room, she sort of wound up punching you in the mouth with her mouth since you weren’t paying attention and were moving when she went in. But the few shared kisses you had afterwards made up for your slightly bruised lip.

- The start of your relationship is her learning what it’s like to be in an actual relationship and it’s during a time where her whole mindset is changing so please be patient with her.

- Shes very used to dating douchebags who only want her for her looks and people trying to get in her pants so she’s almost confused when you aren’t like that. When you two are first getting together it really stumps her when you don’t try to grope her after your dates. She spends a while trying to figure you out before she realizes you’re just treating her like a human being.

- Even though she really only had experience in dating assholes she’s still used to being pampered. Her parents have a lot of money and her boyfriends would buy her things to keep her happy so she’s a bit spoiled in that sense. But to her credit she quickly adapts to what you can provide and loves it all the same (like affection instead of gifts).

- She has you review and edit her articles. She also likes getting your input on what she’s writing, your opinion means a lot more to her than most peoples so she likes to hear it especially when you praise her.

- You’ll sometimes have to convince her to take a break from writing so that she can relax and not throw her typewriter out the window.

- In the beginning of your relationship she expects you to pick her up for school in the morning like Kevin had but she starts to pick you up after she realizes that if she likes to be driven then surely you would too.

- She’s so happy when you validate her problems and let her talk to you about things that bother her. She’s never really had a partner who actually listens to her when she’s upset instead of just insensitively brushing off her feelings so it’s a nice change for her.

- Sharing a tub of ice cream especially when one of you are upset.

- Over dramatically calls you by pet names to get you to laugh.

“Honey! Angel!”

-Is she a jealous girl? Yes, absolutely, but since it’s usually a guy trying to flirt with you it’s easy for her to take a breath and laugh about it rather then staying mad.

- She likes to judge people with you and she judges them particularly hard when she gets jealous.

“God look at her.”

“She’s looks fine.”

“She looks easy.”

- You sort of become friends with Buddy and try to give him genuine advice even though he rarely takes it. The good thing about your situation is that he treats you like a genuine human since there’s no way of him seducing you.

- He has asked you a few times if you have a straight sister but you take it as a compliment and ruffle his hair.

- He’s said before that he’s glad that his sister chose you instead of Kevin. It warmed your heart even though it’s not much of a compliment considering how much he hated the guy.

- He’ll sometimes crashes your dates when he’s bored especially if they’re at her house. He’ll just walk into the room, steal a slice of your pizza and plop down next to the two of you while ranting about something.

- Shes quite argumentative when she wants to be or is having a bad day so you’ll probably have a few fights here and there. They’re nothing too heavy but she doesn't give up easy so you’ll definitely face the silent treatment for at least a little while unless you can manage to fight it out properly.

- The babe is confrontational and will stand up for herself and you.

- She’ll jump someone for touching you like someone tries to push you around or insult you and she’s already midair and clawing at their faces.

- She’s got some quick wit, someone says something and she’s already fired back with her own comment before you can even blink.

- She’s a little egotistical so sometimes you have to take her down a notch and get her to see the truth before she tries to invade another highschool.

- Pool dates. She never thought she’d get turned on by seeing another girl in a swimsuit but she’s changed a lot in the past few weeks, hasn’t she?

- Loves sending you flowers and taking you home so she can watch your reaction when you see them.

“Oh my, who could have possibly sent those?”

- Shes like 5’8 so she’ll probably be the big spoon when cuddling. Plus her bed is super comfy.

- She calls you cute like every other minute, you do anything, anything at all and~

“God you’re adorable.”

“You are so cute. Do you know that?”

- Jokingly flirts with you and loves it when you do it back.

- She thinks it’s amusing that you’re actually attracted to her when she dresses in her brothers clothes.

- But also if you ever wanted to go somewhere that’s less lgbt friendly then you have the perfect plan.

- Her parents are gone a lot and Buddy knows you’re off limits (and gay) so her house is the perfect place to hang out.

- She can be really selfless when she wants to be like she’ll always try to be helpful even when it might blow her cover or mess up her plans.

- She’s a cute drunk; you can’t even bring yourself to be annoyed when you have to take care of her. She’s usually very giggly and touchy, throwing around pet names and planting kisses on your face while she stumbles over her own feet.

- You try your best to hold back a laugh while watching her deal with her hangover.

- She loves dressing you up and buying you clothes; it’s like having her own pretty little doll that she can try out different looks on.

- Makeovers. Makeovers. Makeovers. She will sit on you if she has to but just know you’re gonna get some sparkly eye shadow whether you like it or not. Although speaking of sitting on you~ she likes to straddle your waist and do your makeup in bed.

“Babe I need you to come over right now, I made way too much of this face mask and I’ve already forced Buddy to put some on. I can’t just throw it away! It was twenty dollars!”

-She either buys food and brings it to school for you or takes you out for lunch on your off period.

- She doesn’t like you seeing her without her makeup. Even if she doesn’t realize it Kevin left her with a few insecurities, she thinks she has to look perfect all the time and that her natural state isn’t just that. She won’t really believe you when you assure her you think she’s beautiful makeup free but she thinks it’s sweet.

- She likes listening to you talk about your interests or hobbies even if she doesn’t quite understand them. She just likes to be supportive because she knows how it feels to have nobody standing behind you.

- Gives the best hugs.

- Scalp massages; giving or receiving either way she’s happy.

- She ended up reading the book Buddy had and is now a master at any kind of massage.

- She puts on her Terri act to make you laugh, you don’t tell her that you sort of find it hot.

- Watching the sunrise with her on her balcony.

- You probably at least consider transferring to her school.

- She writes you little notes and leaves them hidden around your room when she visits.

- Shes obviously got her internship at the tribune but other than that she isn’t too sure of the future. She tries not to think of it that much because she’s sort of afraid of what the future may hold. She loves you wholeheartedly and is determined to keep you in her life but you never know with the way society is.

- Although you can be sure she’ll go up against the world itself before she lets you go.

#80s movie headcanon #80s movie imagine #80s movie headcanons #80s movies #80s movie #80s imagine #80s imagines #just one of the guys #just one of the guys imagine #just one of the guys headcanons #just one of the guys headcanon #just one of the guys x reader #terry griffith #terry griffitch imagine #terry griffith x reader #terry griffith headcanons #terry griffith headcanon

[elbiotipo]

Where my Biopunk OCs live/d:

(if some of these locations sound off keep in mind 1) it’s the year 2143 A LOT of things have changed 2) I’m a provinciano who just realized all my characters are porteños WHAT A NIGHTMARE anyways enjoy)

Marcos: In a small but cozy apartment in Ciudad Refugio Francisco I, in the western Buenos Aires Conurbano, near of what today is Morón. Built up of containers, prefab buildings and biosecurity towers, it was built by Argentina’s goverment for people who lost their homes when Buenos Aires was contaminated during the Ecocide. Over time, many people have preferred to keep living in these refuges, as it is safer than the rest of the city. The small houses are built above each other and connected by metal stairs and biomaterial vines; they are decorated in bright colors and living murals, and the greenhouses are public meeting places. Marco’s room is tiny; he has only room for his computer, bed and some space posters. He spent most of his time practicing gardening and bioprogramming in the greenhouses and local bioclubs. Quarantine times were hard, with so little space to share with his mom, brother and sometimes Fito the police dog.

Florencia: An elegant apartment in Bilinghurst, Buenos Aires Province, built in the classical concrete-and-glass style of the early 21st century. It is close to a SENA security station, and the hum of biomachinery and aircraft is always present. Florencia’s room has LOTS of plants and flowers, is painted with trippy, psychodelic living paintings, has large bioglass windows, and an amazing balcony with views to the city. Florencia was born, however, in Resistencia, Chaco; Her childhood home was a wooden biohouse growing in the roots of the Nawe Epaq, the great tree that covers the entire city. Her military family moved all across Argentina, and in a couple ocassions to other countries, so she has lived in a lot of homes. She considers the current one temporary and has little attachment to it, or at least so she says.

Ariel: A very old two-story home in Coghlan, Buenos Aires City (formerly Capital Federal). Built in a charming European style, it is covered by ivy vines. The old cobbled street is shaded by poplars that cover the streets in leaves in the autumn. Ariel’s home is full of antique stuff and old electronics, and also furniture from his parent’s shop. His room has only the latest computer and gaming tech, but he spends most of his time in the garage (after all, cars aren’t used anymore), where he has his own local biotech repair service, advertised only by a small led sign in the door (everything is online these days) that says Ariel’s Fast Biotech Repair (he isn’t very good at marketing). Full of discarded PCR machines, bioforges and PCs piled on each other, cleaning machines for other machines, an stereo system, an old laptop, and parts dispersed on tables and cases, it looks like a mess, but Ariel keeps it up-to-regulations all the time.

Melanie: A two-story home in Villa Devoto, Buenos Aires City, near a new vertical park/farm. It has a popular antiques store in the first floor; Disco Eterno. In Disco Eterno, you can find all sorts of collector items; from disco balls to old vinyl discs to anime figurines. However, the owners (Melanie’s grandparents) pride themselves on their data recovery services; they even have recovered old VHS! The apartment itself is spacious and comfy, with those flowery patterns that grandparents love so very much, and a garden in the balcony. Melanie’s room is very big, and as you would expect, full of old anime merch, some more than a century old; posters, figurines, DVD sets, music, videogames... And a lot of old TVs, consoles and computers to watch and play them, some gifted by Ariel. And also a soviet flag, probably.

Marina: In a room in Al Lado Del Camino, a student’s boarding house in Colegiales, Buenos Aires City. Built in a neo-art-nouveau (yeah) style, the rooms are small but cozy, and Marina has plenty of space for all her books and other stuff she has collected in her time in Argentina. The boarding house has people from all over the world, which is great for her because she can practice new languages and make new friends, but it’s not so great when she needs to sleep in a saturday and her roomates are discussing the best drinks from each country. So she often spends her time in the university or at the bioclub. Back home in Fortaleza, Ceará, she lived in an old two-story building, with a grocery store in the first floor. The beach was only a few blocks away, and at night, she could watch the lights of the Santos-Dumont Space Elevator glittering over the Atlantic Ocean...

Pancho: At home, Pancho spends most of his time swimming freely in the Rio de La Plata river with his pod, ocassionally stopping by the floating Samuhú trees inhabited by local biopunks. When he visits land, he stops by a small “port” in the Defensas (the concrete dams built to “stop” sea level rise during the Climate Change) to put in his mechsuit which enables him to move in land. He roams a lot of time between the various cetacean-friendly pools and establishments in Buenos Aires, but most of his time in the Mariposa Tecnicolor bioclub, where most of his land friends hang out. His dolphin friends make jokes about him for that but he doesn’t care.

The Mariposa Tecnicolor Bioclub: Perhaps the second home for all the character, it is in a vague yet conviently close location for all of them somewhere in one of the first biobuilding barrios built in Buenos Aires during the (20)80s, during the Golden Age of Biopunk. An old Samuhú treebuilding, the main trunk has a coffee shop and a staircase to the various rooms and laboratories growing from its branches, sculpted in wood and with added biomaterial systems such as plumbing and electricity. The main laboratory is a two-story loft near the centre of the tree, connected directly to a greenhouse built out of crystaline leaves, and other, more biosecure laboratories and storage rooms, with (sightly unreliable) bioforges and machinery bought by old state programs or donated by club members. The rest of the rooms, hanging irregulary in oversized branches, have libraries/tech ares, art rooms, cooking rooms, a football-5 field, and a small gym, nowadays more visited than the bioclub itself. It has a pool for visiting dolphins and aquatic creatures, and tiny homes for a community of intelligent coatis and parrots who constantly fight with each other. The tree grows flowers and fruits from species from all over the Americas, and is constantly surrounded by small clouds of rainbow butterflies, the old club’s symbol. Being touched by one in a moment of inspiration is considered good luck.

#cosas mias #biopunk #soft biopunk

[justimajin]

A Wilting Rose╰ Part 1 ╮

➺ Pairing: Jimin x Reader

➺ Genre: Angst & Fluff

↳ (2.6k) Actor and Actress AU

➺ Summary: The world of acting can be best described with three words - dark, invasive and inhumane. Talent, although heavily required, isn’t focused upon in comparison to the juicy gossip and various rumors that can be spread. This is why even you - an extremely talented actress - fall prey to the chops of the acting world and find yourself in a down whirling spiral with no escape. Desperately needing to get back up on your two feet once again, it seems like your best bet is a newcomer to the industry, who has yet to understand the ways of your fallen world.

➺ Warnings: spoilers of my other works (read them first before starting this series)

➺ Moodboard Prologue Part 1 Part 2

Sunlight seeps through the expensive beige curtains as a small bird hums sweetly against the balcony, the loud roar of traffic beneath it not disencouraging the bird enough to stop. More birds begin to notice the lone bird singing by itself and soar over with their broad wings, huddling together for warmth and letting the bird’s tune grow stronger with every minute’s passing. 

They begin to slowly inch over to the curtains, one of them innocently becoming curious and tugging on a single loose strand with its beak. The action causes the curtains to immediatey unravel, pushing them back to reveal the grand apartment in view hidden behind them, where a sweet princess lies and snores to her own content. 

The bird’s curiosity only grows as it keeps inching closer to the princess, singing to the top of its vocal chords in an attempt to allow the fine slumbering royalty listen in to their soothing tunes. 

However, the bird does not realize that its song is not reaching what one would assume to be a typical naive and sweet princess. 

A pillow is thrown in its direction. 

“Oh my god will you please shut up?!” The words are wrangled in annoyance and lined with detestment, the bird having to hurriedly flap its wings to avoid the blow. It turns to the group of friends it has gathered, squeaking in angry chirps until suddenly the whole flock of birds are flying away, seeking a more grateful contender to listen to their songs. 

You flop back onto your pillow, raising the sheets to cover your entire existence as you shut your lids tight and attempt to somehow salvage the sleep that was snatched away from you.

It takes its sweet time in coming to you, resulting in you having to twist and turn multiple times until you finally get that awkward spot that's enough to throw you back into a pool of unconsciousness. Time plays its own illusion on you, making long hours feel like mere seconds when a voice tugs you out of it again. 

“Y-Y/N…?” 

Your very first assumption is that you’re hallucinating, conjugating this voice into your dream and that there was no way in reality someone was actually talking to you. 

But then it speaks again. 

“Um...Y/N…?” 

A groan escapes you, shifting your burrito wrapped body as far away as you can from the source of the voice. However, a firm hand is placed on you and you just know there was no escaping now. 

“Y/N, you need to get up...Hyung says there’s an important schedule for you.” 

Of course there’s an important schedule, there’s always one in the morning. 

“I’m not getting up.” You state, liking the softness of your blanket and the warmth radiating against your pillow too much. 

“I-I’m sorry for this Y/N…” You widen your eyes, about to retort when suddenly you’re being lifted up while still being wrapped up in your blanket by two strong arms. You get plopped down onto a nearby couch as if you weighed absoutely close to nothing. “I’ll be waiting outside, please hurry.” 

You hear the door gently close and you pull the blanket away from your face, grumbling when your eyes land on the sun still early rising outside. 

***

Wearing a flashy black dress and a pair of dark sunglasses, you step outside in long heels and dart your eyes in both directions. You know they’re hiding somewhere, wanting to get a glimpse of your perfect woken face so that they can print it out and paste onto some juicy column of theirs much to your own detest. 

Sure enough, you take one step and suddenly an uproar of flashes are going off, exclaimed screams and questions being thrown into your face as you head towards the fancy red car with a mouth that only remains shut. 

Slamming the door behind you, you press a hand against your face and turn in the other direction with a sigh when an abundance of reporters are soon clouding your window. “Step on it.” You state, shoulders relaxing when the black-haired man seated in the driver’s seat doesn’t hesitate to obey your words. 

Soon your view is full of the broad city and its residents instead of wide engaged eyes and giant declaring mikes. Pulling out your bag, you take out some of your makeup, a hair comb and a mirror, being extremely aware that your job was to look aesthetically pleasing at all times and currently you were far too behind on that with your morning sleepy look.

“You look like you had a good night’s rest.” The man remarks, eyes flickering over to the front mirror to look behind at you in the midst of driving. 

You smirk, “Of course I did, a little birdy decided it would be better to drag me out of bed himself.” 

“Y/N…” He says exasperated, “Hyung said he needed to see you urgently.” 

You roll your eyes, “I have yet to understand why Namjoon likes mornings so much.” You smack your lips to evenly coat them with red lipstick, “And you could have given me a warning before you decided to haul me up!” 

“I did try to wake you up first and then you gave me no choice…” 

“Yeah, yeah…” You remark, staring outside your window at the now fully risen sun. However, it’s rays aren’t only reflecting just on you, but also on the shiny car that almost seems glued to your tail. 

“Jungkook.” You state, eyes suddenly flickering, “Take the back roads.” 

“Again?” He questions, looking at his rear mirror to confirm your suspicions when he suddenly pushes against the accelerator and tightens his hold on the steering wheel. 

“Can you lose them?” Desperation begins to leak in your voice when the car doesn’t seem to have the desire of making any other turns. 

Jungkook laughs, “Don’t underestimate me Y/N.” He instantly takes a sharp turn that has you sinking your fingers into your car seat. 

The car practically flies through multiple roads with Jungkook’s eyes being stuck on the road and expertly maneuvering through traffic. However the car behind you is incredibly determined, something that is all too well known to you when it’s right behind you at every step of the way. 

“Y/N, hold on.” Jungkook suddenly says, whipping around to look at the back of the car as he presses his hand against the opposite car seat. You furrow your brows when he suddenly pushes the car back into reverse and your hands instantly curl around your seat belt. 

The car behind you immediately slams on its brakes, skidding until it stops only millimeters behind you and Jungkook is soon turning around, jamming his foot against the accelerator again and then making a sharp turn. 

“Are you alright Y/N?” Jungkook glances at the head mirror and you nod, relaxing back into your seat. 

“I’m fine.” You state, crossing your arms and staring out the window normally despite the terrfied racing thumps of your heartbeat. 

***

“I’ll wait for you here until you get back.” Jungkook says, listening in on his headpiece, “I’ve informed Namjoon you’ve arrived, he’s waiting for you upstairs.” He points to the elevator and scans arounds you carefully, making sure the area was safe. 

You nod, heading over to the elevator and waiting as the numbers rapidly blink above you until they land on the top floor - where Namjoon’s office was located. Walking to the familiar oak door, you deliver a hard knock two times before crossing your arms and tapping the side of your heel against the carpeted door. 

The door opens to reveal an excited Namjoon, dressed in his typical glasses and tucked back brown hair, “Ah Y/N!” He gestures you inside and you plop down on the comfy chair he keeps behind his desk as he sits on top of it. 

A freshly brewed cup of coffee is sent in your direction alongside some other snacks and Namjoon chuckles, “You probably didn’t eat breakfast.” 

“What was the urgent schedule Namjoon? Why did you call me here?” You lean back in the chair, making no moves for the array of food before you as your eyes remain on trained on him. Truthfully, you're still wondering if being here with an actual schedule was something that you would be lucky enough to have after the disaster that was last night. 

“Well…” He turns around to his desk and grabs a stack of papers, dropping them on the table and they spread out to cover its entirety. “I need you to pick one.” 

You stare at the pile and frown, looking at Namjoon like he’s grown a third head, “Scripts? You want me to do a movie?”

Namjoon shakes his head and grins, “Y/N its not over yet, you can still come back twice as strong.” 

You break out into a fit of laughter, “Come back?” You walk closer to him, “Please do tell me then, who is going to want to cast the finished Y/N L/N and do business by racking in those high box office numbers?” Your last words come off in a whisper, “Because of course, everyone wants to see me on the big screen now.” 

“But that’s exactly it!” Namjoon stands up from his desk, “Y/N what happened was unfortunate, but all these reporters and journalists...they’re waiting for your next move. They want to see what you’ll do next.” 

A sharp glare is sent in his direction, “So they can have more horrible words to write about me?” 

“So you can prove them wrong.” Namjoon says in a gentler tone, “So you can prove that you’re still the Y/N L/N - a movie star that can act and is here to stay.” 

You just stare at him, trying to get his words to do something in you, spark any remains of hope that have long fizzled out.

You let out a long sigh, “You want me to pick a script?” 

Namjoon nods and you stare at the pile, flipping through the large packages and observing each and every title. After scanning through their summaries, you scoff. “Namjoon, these sound awful.” 

“What do you mean?” 

You pick one script up, “A girl falls in love with an immortal vampire but is then killed by the villain only to be reincarnated back to find her lover again?” You scrunch up your features, “What kind of messed up story is that?” 

“It could be good, you could portray the sadness in the emotions of the charac-” 

“Next.” You sigh, picking up another script, “I’m not interested in tragic romance.” Your eyes flicker over the summary, “A girl falls in love with a CEO and changes his life for the better, until she tragically dies after they get married and returns to him in the form of a ghost?” 

You turn to Namjoon and scoff, “Is there a single story in here where I don’t die?” 

Namjoon hands you another one, “Try this. It’s suppose to be in the comedy genre.” 

“Two doctors that start off as enemies and fall in love, discovering they were once separated childhood friends….” You look over the sheer amount of humour scenes and shake your head, “You seriously lost me at the comedy.” 

The script lands into the pile of discarded ones and you pluck up another, “A powerful CEO is set up with a man for an arranged marriage but then falsely believes he has conned her until he proves his innocence years later…” The summary seemed confusing at first but then your eyes land onto the character you are portraying. 

A ruthless and intimidating CEO. 

“Namjoon, I want to do this one.” You hand him the script and he looks over it. 

“I don’t know Y/N...this one seems on par with your own personality.” You raise an eyebrow at that, “You need to do something outside of your comfort zone, something that audiences wouldn’t expect you to do.” 

He shuffles through the abundance of scripts until he lands on the specific one, “Here! I think you should do this one.” 

“Scarlet Lovers?” You say out in a disinterested tone, “What is it about?” 

“It’s a story between a war general and a princess. They fall in love, get separated from each other and then killed.” You widen your eyes. 

“Namjoon I said I don’t want to do tragic romance!” 

“Read the role of the princess.” 

You sigh, looking back at the script and mumbling in a monotone voice, “The princess is quiet and kind, her sincerity is what draws the general closer to her and her pride for ruling her kingdom is what calls others to admire her so much.” You chuckle, “She sounds like a wuss.” 

“She sounds like the complete opposite of you.” Namjoon retorts, “The perfect character for you to challenge yourself with.”

You frown, “Who is going to play the role of the knight?” 

“A newcomer.” Namjoon smiles but your jaw drops down. 

“You want me to make a comeback with a newbie? While playing as a stupid princess?!” 

“He’s dedicated with his work and has agreed to be cast with you with any script Y/N.” He places a hand on your shoulder, “It’ll be the perfect launching pad for him and the best way for you to reclaim your spot in the industry.” 

“It still sounds risky to me. And why does this newbie want to act with me? Does he want his career to end before it even starts?!” You slam the script back down on the table and cross your arms, scoffing. 

“Y/N…” Namjoon says, picking up the script and handing it back to you, “Go home and read it over once. I’m going to talk to the director and see if I can get you casted in the meantime.” 

Before you can even protest, Namjoon is soon gently pushing you out of the room and the door shuts close without any words managing to escape from you. With a huff, you raise your hand and stare at the script for a split second, the mechanisms of your mind still not working in motion to it. 

“Me? A quiet kind princess?” 

A chuckle escapes you and you place the script in your bag before lazily walking off. 

“Yeah right.”

#btsboulangerie #btsguild #btswriterscollective #jimin fanfic #bts jimin fanfic #park jimin fanfic #jimin fluff #bts jimin fluff #park jimin fluff #jimin angst #bts jimin angst #park jimin angst #jimin smut #bts jimin smut #park jimin smut #jimin actor au #bts actor au #bts fanfic #bts fluff #bts angst #bts smut #bts imagines #bts scenarios