#god the man I was madly in love with had SUCH BAD TASTE in music. and in general tbh but god

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Hiii could you do a fic of Frollo x a gypsy/romani reader, where he's madly in love with the reader and the reader loves him back? I love your fics btw!!!

My only light

warning : fluff, implied comfort, age gap, fem reader, kissing

Info : Hiii dear anon thank you so much for this request (very happy that you like my fics) finally a disney one and for Frollo ahhh. I really liked writing this so have fun reading and everyone else too ;)

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She was his light, his fire, his angel. She was what he had always been looking for in his life. He had never committed sin but he would have done anything for her and she would have done everything for him. Her Judge.

His wife at his side the view of the unusual couple on the people of paris was still not clear even the archdean did not know at first if it was all a trick so that the judge would get more power. But no, it was not. Judge Claude Frollo had indeed lost his cold, stony, selfish, sinful heart to a woman. His beautiful wife.

His angel who was in her prime and would stay with him for a long time. ,,My gift from God" as he sometimes called her when they got out of the carriage together in public or when he took her with him to parties.

The meeting of the two was so unlikely that it could only have come from God. The judge left his residence and rode through the streets on his horse to get to the tailor.

The annual spring festival was just around the corner, and what better way to express prosperity than with clothes and jewelry. It was an easy walk to the tailor through the streets of his town plagued by sinners, whores, drunks and addicts.

A city that was on the brink of the abyss and could only be brought to salvation through him. Redemption that he would unwittingly bring to them with a woman at his side.

The small golden bell on the door announced his entrance as always he was unflattered by the owner but the judge was only interested in the important fabrics the dark purple and red the black for his robe as his eyes brightened a little.

It was colorful fabric that should not be in the department here. Lifting his gaze, his eyes met hers. His lovely flower. The long dark hair that lay beautifully against her body, the lips as if she had tasted a cherry and the juice had kissed her.

The captivating eyes behind the long eyebrows, the moving body and the "exotic" skin that peeked out from under the colorful clothes. But it was her smile that captivated him, not something of a witch, not a dishonorable gypsy. The smile of his angel. A meeting that brought the two of them together in a small shop.

The traveling nun who helped people on her journeys through the country, blessing them, giving them gifts and caring for them. His counterpart, where he had hate she had love, where she had luck he had bad luck. She in her prime, he under the moon almost at the end.

They were each other's side for better or worse. But it was a meeting that brought them both together. He enjoyed her stories and she enjoyed his clavichord which he played for her every night when she was on the couch.

They shared a glass of wine and maybe he felt young again for a moment when she took his hand and danced with him around the music room. Her lovely smile she gave him that warmed his heart everytime over and over. Her sweet kisses like a little fire on his skin that she gave him.

He stroked her hair, smelling the lavender scent that emanated from her. The flowers and blossoms were her passion as he found out. It was only necessary for him to present her with books, with flowers he had shipped in from other countries.

Her room had almost become a jungle through which he had to navigate to get to his wife. Where she welcomed him with a smile as always got into his arms and showed him what she has found out.

A new world for the man who only knew hate and sins but soon saw the beauty in her work. ,,My Judge," she always joked, knowing that he also had a nickname for her when he kissed the ring he had given her, the ring that sealed their marriage. It seemed that Frolllo's image of the two of them was not only washed clean by the way they behaved.

She showed him a world without sin, they both built children's homes, hospital camps and even enjoyed the time of feastivals. ,,I could never say no...not to my angel," he whispered to her as the two of them sat on the wooden thrones under the tent. His gaze on her as always, love in his eyes, love in her smile she gave him.

The best thing about the festival was that his hands, which were always folded on his lap, were taken by his angel. She stroked his fingers and he gave her a gentle smile before the party began. Knowing full well that she was always there for him...and he would have been for her.

A festival of which the masses of people made a picture of love between the judge who would soon no longer be considered heartless. Because his love for his wife, the love they found for each other seemed biblical and endless.

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#the hunchback of notre dame #disney #judge claude frollo #judge claude frollo x reader #claude frollo #frollo x reader #disney movies

[fearfam69691]

Okay, I am having trouble coming up with an imagine for Seth but I have one in mind for Nate. It has some smut in it but mostly in the song. When you read this you need to listen to the song to get what it’s about.

Sugar, I’m going down

Everyone in the world knew that you and Nate Hardy were dating and madly in love. You both were music artist so when it came time for Nate to release his next big song he knew it needed to be shocking, surprising and wanted to add a little spice too it and did he ever. He wanted it to be something outside of his comfort zone and he wanted his friends and his very smart, very kind, and extremely sexy girlfriend to be the first to hear it. " you guys, I have finished my new song its on my laptop and let's say it's going to shock you" he said to the group of people in front of him. Colby looked at him " don't keep us waiting" he said very happily. Nate smiled and looked at his beautiful girlfriend with A smile and said " honey, this is for you. You were the inspiration for this song " he smiled " awe honey I can't wait to hear it" she said. He hits play on his lap top. " intro is amazing dude " Seth exclaimed.

Coming fast and every time

I can't wait till she arrives

You could call me Harry styles

Taste that watermelon sugar high

She heard rumors I'm a pleaser

I heard rumors she's a screamer

I like my girl in my coffee

She a creamer

Your face got so red and you could see everyone looking at Nate surprised as hell.

She been hurt too much

Never felt enough

He ain't hit it right

Ima lay this pipe

Die for the taste of love

Crucify you with my tongue

Sad girl, don't frown

Sugar, I'm going down

" So what do you guys think so far?" he asked they all looked at each other " dude, this is not what I was expecting when you said it was inspired by y /n" Sam said looking at his friend." baby I love you, I truly do but why is it about our friends with benefits from 3 years ago? " she asked. " on baby there is more " he hit play.

She's my bad bitch

She's my sweetness

Want her all the time, yeah

She's my weakness

She fa- fa- ka crazy

And I'm out of my mind

 you sat there with your cheeks turning blood red and people listening

Your ex - man sucks, don't get me started

Red flags up in his apartment

Raised that boy, he got no clue

He uses two- in - one shampoo

Legs are shaking when she quivers

Call me prime cause I deliver

I just live for her applause

Blow her back out I make her see god

I might be too quick

Got me in a grip

Calling off from work

Getting you off first

Good girl, don't you stop

Love, that dirty talk

Through your thighs, I graze

Let me, see that "o"face

She's my bad bitch

She's my sweetness

Want her all the time yeah

She's my weakness

She fa - fa - ka - crazy

And I'm out of my mind

She's out of her mind

Die, for the taste of love

Crucify you with my tongue

Sad girl, don't you frown

Sugar, I'm going down

She's my bad bitch

She's my sweetness

Want her all the time, yeah

She's my weakness

She fa- fa- ka crazy

And I'm out of my mind

As the song ended everyone had their mouths open looking at the singer. " so how did you like it baby? " he nervously asked you." you wrote a song about our sex life, added stuff when we were friends with benefits, then dissed my ex? I love it" you ran to him. " so is she really a screamer? " Seth asked his friend as his girlfriend hid behind him " yes she is. The walls are thin here " Colby said and every one laughed. Nate smiled knowing this song was about his woman and that she loved it. He also knew that you all would put this song on and have the best sex both of have had.

I'm sorry this is short. I hope you enjoy it.

#sam and colby #nate hardy #aryia #spotify

[baladric]

4, 10, 14!! heehee!

ouuuu thank you!!!!

4. How many different styles/medium (e.g., digital art, traditional art, comics, sculpture, paper craft, etc.) did you try this year?

on the diversity of media front, i feel like i stagnated a little! i used to have a lot more breadth, but this year like 98% of my work was done with procreate, and the other 2% were very occasional pencil/pen doodles that i then spruced up in procreate ahaha!! but honestly i'm not too arsed about this, like the sheer volume of art i made this year is so much higher than usual, entirely bc messing around w procreate and the specific hyperfixations i've had this year really inspired me to keep throwing myself at drawings again and again until i got it right—which has translated into a lot of skill growth, which i honestly could not be happier about!!!!!

10. What inspired/motivated you this year?

content-wise, the goblin emperor was my main artistic motivator (specifically my own goddamn au s;alkdfjaow;if), but i'm also really learning how to create my own original works as expressions of various emotional experiences i'm shufflin my way through lately.

also (and i've said this already recently but it bears saying again) literally i looked at @littleowlbub 's concept art for their new comic, prism, and i fell deeply and madly in love with how they draw hands—they're like... so expressive and lovely, but what really sets them apart for me is this sense that there's joy in the simple act of drawing them. their hands are, for me, the visual equivalent of taking that first full breath of fresh air at the start of a hike in the blue ridge mountains ;lakjdfaef like, god, i look at a few of the drawings of spectrum specifically and just feel love and peace in my own existence as a tactile being, idk!!!! this is all a lot of weight to put on the way someone draws hands, but it's WHERE I'M AT and honestly it has really inspired me to find my own ways of creating that feeling with the hands i draw, and i have a long road ahead still but the results are so visible to me, and i'm so so excited about that progress!!!

14. What's one pairing/character/subject/body part/object you want to explore next year?

pairing(s): hrmm honestly i've been eyeballing my internal visualization of evemer and kadou from @ariaste 's A Taste Of Iron and Gold, like i am itchin to draw them a whole whole bunch

characters: it's become a pathological need to figure out how to simplify eddie entertainment munson's dumb face down to a few brush strokes, like i've done so much noodling to try to figure out what it is exactly that makes his face his face—is it the full lips? the angle of his eyes? the sparse eyebrows? the laugh lines? nose, the particular contours of his 3/4 profile?? who the fuck knows!!! but i will figure it out or i will die trying!!!!!!!!

subject: really digging my vent pieces so i fully intend to keep honing that style and the sort of. idk creative muscles that go into funneling big emotions into little eyestrain-y guys

body part: see my tender screeching about hands above. also really working on understanding legs. why are they like that. whose idea was that.

object: man i need to draw more objects. engineered shapes in general suck SO BAD. i wanna get better at musical instruments especially, but one of my broadest goals is to get better at dramatic lighting (light is a huge part of my creative world, which is really apparent in my writing and poetry, but much less so in my art bc i Don't Know How To Do It Yet), and i'm annoyingly aware that the best way to work at that is to, in fact, do a lot of still lives, and probably like. paint more. pls pls, 2023 me, let yourself fuck up with gouache. you love gouache. it's so good for light.

artist wrapped ask meme!

#artist wrapped 2023 #ask meme #paunchsalazar #thanks so much for asking a;lkfjawoief #ask

[beauty-and-passion]

What Eurovision 2021 taught us

1. That a nice, enjoyable show was possible (even if 4 presenters are still too much)

Of course nothing can beat Love Love Peace Peace (even if Ja Ja Ding Dong does its best), but this year's intermissions were very enjoyable.

We expected something flashy and over the top because hey, The Netherlands. Sex, drugs, gays and all that jazz.

But instead Covid surprised us. And then The Netherlands surprised us even more, by making a very enjoyable show, despite the restrictions. My personal favourites were:

The water intermission of the first semi-final. I loved the mixed feelings, how water is both scary and respected, for being such a powerful, unstoppable force.

The rooftop concerts during the final. Social distancing? Sure, no problem, let's make the past winners sing on top of some roofs all over Rotterdam. That was pure genius, I loved it so much.

On the other hand, the presenters were basically all useless. We could've had just two of them instead of four. But hey, at least they weren't as cringy as the three scary ukranians from 2017 or the useless four ladies from Portugal. The true highlights of the show were the intermissions, the guests and especially the songs themselves and this is perfectly good for me.

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2. That we can live in a world without boring ass ballads

I’ve never been so proud of the Eurovision public, especially during the second semifinal: that evening was PACKED with ballads. Boring ballad after boring ballad, with just a couple more funny songs in between.

The ballads were all left behind. Even the two Amen. And I love the irony we chose El Diablo and the finnish band for the final, but no Amen. No saints allowed, only the norwegian angel. As it always should be.

And so we had the best final I've seen since I started following Eurovision in 2014. Catchy songs, dance songs, upbeat songs. And power ballads. Yes, ballads can still have a place, but only if they're good.

Because yes, Switzerland and France were good. Very good. Just not as good as the ones the public wanted.

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3. That we want Eurovision, not Englishvision

Every year, the same message blasts from all Europeans: send a song in your native language. This show is supposed to make other people from Europe (and the rest of the world) to know more about your own country, to enjoy its rhythm and to listen to something we don't usually hear. So why waste this huge opportunity, to bring a generic song in English?

Because the English song wins. Because we all understand English, so English has more chances.

Flash news: GUESS WHO WON THIS YEAR. No, it’s not the generic English song.

The public has been crystal clear, the final poll is even clearer: the top five includes an italian song, an ukraine song, two french songs and only one english song. We want different styles and rhythms, we want to listen to Europe.

So I want to give my full thank you to:

Albania: amazing song, great voice, wonderful language. Do it again.

Serbia: these ladies are fantastic, their song is great and they sang it in their language so I love them

Switzerland: thank you for leaving English to the side to give us some good french

Spain: the song wasn't as good as Universo, but it was in sexy spanish, so thank you for using it almost every year

Danemark: the song was terrible, but it was in your language and this alone deserves everything

France: I know we all make fun of you for being France, but your language is perfect for songs, so thank you for always using it

Ukraine: take note, Ukraine, because Europe is madly in love with your language and your rhythm

Italy: our language is beautiful, so thank you for delivering every year

While my biggest biases go to:

Greece: a generic pop song with no balkan rhythm and no greek either? An absolute shame, greek should always be used for songs.

Russia: russian language is very melodious and yes, we got something this year, but what about bringing a full russian song? We want it!

Germany: I may sound crazy, but I honestly think german language is good for songs. It's not like the mediterranean languages, but it still works. So please, do not be scared and show what you can do with it!

Scandinavian countries: why do you never want to bring your own language? Do it, don't be scared! Yes, Sweden, I'm talking with you: you still never tried to bring something in swedish, so do it.

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4. That we don't want Americans to play with us

For reasons we still have to understand, Flo Rida was competing this year. And he was competing for San Marino, the smallest European country.

I'm pretty sure they took some time to explain to him what was going on, where he was, where San Marino is, wtf was happening, why there were sexy italians and ukranian witches and a norwegian angel and loads of beautiful women everywhere.

And I loved how we all send memes about this, about ahahah why is Flo Rida here, what if San Marino wins where would they host Eurovision, all while enjoying an actual catchy song.

And then, in the end, Flo Rida basically disappeared. Who remembers Flo Rida, when we got Ukraine, Italy, Finland, Iceland, and the UK? And Germany being wholesome? And the love story between Norway and Azerbaijan? We collectively forgot about him and I think it's very sexy from Europe to just say "nope" and push America away, even if for just one week.

And this isn't the first time: we basically showed Madonna in a corner in 2019, thanks to Mans, Eleni, Verka and Conchita. Once again, Europeans knows what they want: we don't want Americans. Australia can because they're like that little brother we took under our wing for no reason and now it's part of us. But not Americans.

The rest of the year is all yours, but one week is ours.

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5. That we can lose like bosses

This year, the voting results have been absolutely insane and FOUR COUNTRIES got zero points from the public, while the UK got both zero points from the public AND the jury.

Don't get me wrong, the song was bad. And yes, Brexit played a role in this. And yes, hating England is Europe’s favourite sport.

But can we please all take a moment and appreciate how James Newman reacted? The public gave him a round of applause and he celebrated this achievement like a boss.

And he had all the reasons! He achieved something incredible, he unlocked something that this new voting system was supposed to never lead to. But he did it. So hats off to you, my boy: My Last Breath was better.

Germany is also used to the bottom of the chart, but this year I really thought Jendrik could have a chance to achieve a higher position. The song was funny, carefree, lively, the hand costume was the kind of trash we need and the message was nice as well. But he still got 3 points.

Despite that, Jendrik celebrated like a maniac and seeing his this happy made me happy as well. I really wish him the best.

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6. That FUCK YOU JURY

Again, same message every year: the jury vote should be eliminated. It's a fucking farce and their votes have nothing to do with what the public want.

The jury focuses on the voices, except when they don't, and clearly giving points to your neighbours is because you like the song, not because they're your neighbours.

I usually make fun of Greece and Cyprus showing eternal love to each other, by giving 12 points to each other every year, but this time, it sounded even more stupid than usual. It really looked like a farce. Why should we see this farce? Why can't we just choose what the public wants? So at least we would blame ourselves for our shitty musical tastes.

Even if I'm pretty sure we all have great musical tastes. Let's not forget that in 2019 the public's winner was Norway, with a song that mixed english, a catchy rhythm and an amazing part in yoik language. Arcade is good as well, but we cannot deny the norwegian entry was a lot more interesting.

And this year, the public's taste was flawless:

Look at this beauty: italian glam rock, ukranian techno folk, french powerful ballad, finnish hard rock and whatever that thing was with Iceland.

There's variety, there's everything for everyone. And there are native languages. Italian, Ukranian, and French on top three, followed by English.

Moral of the story: the public is great and the jury should be abolished forever.

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7. That Ukranian technofolk is all we needed in our lives

I didn’t see enough love for Go_A, so as italian, I think it's my sworn duty to give my appreciation to them and their amazing entry, because this band is awesome and Shum is currently on top of the Spotify top 50 - as it should be, because everyone should listen to it and join this slavic rave party.

I already liked their entry for 2020, Solovey. But I also liked My Last Breath from the UK and Universo from Spain. And this year they brought two of the worst songs. So I was very wary of Go_A.

But Shum is an absolute blast. Katerina Pavlenko's voice is unique and the song is even more, because based on ukranian folklore and traditional dances to summon the spirit of spring. They managed to teach something to all Europe in a three minute song and I think that’s incredibly sexy of them.

And so, I searched for other songs and OMG, I don’t know how it’s possible, but they are all great. Rano-Ranenko, Zhalmenina, Tanula, they all are perfect and I’m in love with this band.

And if all of this is not enough, THEY DID A COVER OF DANCING LASHA TUMBAI. The most iconic Eurovision song, sang by our god Verka. And this is the coolest, most badass cover ever in the whole universe. Please listen to it HERE everyone needs to hear this.

So thank you, Ukraine, for giving us Go_A. We all had a small empty place in our hearts and this place has ben perfectly filled by them.

And yif you think you don’t need ukranian technofolk, is only because you still haven’t listened to it. Please listen and enjoy Shum. You’re welcome.

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8. That rock and roll never dies (and Italy’s well deserved victory)

The last time Italy won was in 19-fucking-90. 31 years ago. I was just born.

And now, they finally won again. And what a song! Despite being italian, I've never listened to Maneskin before, but oh damn, this song is good. Not all their songs are, but this one is. And also Morirò da re.

Their show was perfect as well. This post is really eye-opening about how well they put on their show. The use of the stage, the movements, everything has been part of a great performance, even their clothes. Damiano's voice never faltered, despite having an entire continent watching him. They handled the stage like bosses, despite being only in their twenties. And they gave us some good fucking rock.

And so the public said a loud "FUCK YOU" to the jury and chose its winners. The sassy, sexy italians.

And yes, I know that there has been a lot of petty polemics because those youngsters are having drugs!1!! as if they were a bunch of idiots who used drugs on international TV, with their manager sitting next to them.

Of course it was a pointless accusation and honestly I don't care if some people are sore losers. The drug results were negative anyway, what a shocker.

What we should truly think about is how strong the Maneskin's bladders are, because they spent the whole evening of the final drinking the entire alcohol supply of the Eurovision and, at the end, they were still happy and cool. Hats off to you, you sexy people.

This man is just iconic, why did I miss him before.

Also, have some more Maneskin. You know, as a treat.

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9. That solidarity and wholesomeness are the biggest winners

It's just beautiful to see these nice people, from all over Europe, bonding, having fun, taking photos together and being friends.

The true winner of this, is probably Norway: Tix wanted to have a good time and he had a good time. The video of him vibing with Ukraine and Germany while listening Hard Rock Hallelujah is the best (HERE). His love story with Efendi from Azerbaijan is even better (please, check the video on his youtube channel, it's hilarious). I don't like his song, but he's a great guy and deserves everything.

The italian and finnish rock relationship is also great. Maneskin and Dark Sides found each other, considering they were the only two rock bands in the competition, so mutual appreciation was inevitable.

But Damiano is also a man of culture and he appreciates Ukraine's entry. And Ukraine appreciates both Finland and Italy. Is this what world peace looks like? Because I love it.

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10. That Italians will be Europe's clowns again (and you're all allowed to make fun of us)

Beware, Europe: we Italians are messy and chaotic, our presenters don’t know a single word in English, we are homoerotic AND homophobic at the same time, our musical competitions are so fucking sloooow... let’s say next year’s Eurovision is going to be interesting.

And yes, you’re allowed to make fun of us. We don’t care, we won, so we deserve to be Europe’s clowns once again.

And I don’t know who the presenters will be (my bets are on everyone’s favourites: Fiorello, Amadeus and Malgioglio), I don’t know how we will ridicule ourselves once again, I don’t know where will we find the money to put on the show, I don’t know how ungodly long it will be... but I know that Mans Zelmerlow will be part of it. This man loves Eurovision just like all of us, so I can already see him packing his suitcase and planning his flight to Italy. Come to us, Mans, we will wait for you. We actually need an English presenter, so if you have nothing else to do...

#beauty talks about stuff #eurovision #eurovision 2021 #italy #ukraine #uk #maneskin #go_a #europe #I bet you all forgot again about san marino #and flo rida #why was he here #we might never know #uk stop being sore losers and take yourself less seriously #france you did great #but ukraine did better #go_a my beloved #thank you maneskin for delivering some good music #finland was awesome #some good rock heck yes #such good songs #thank you europe for giving us such amazing show #and now back to my regular scheduling

[opheliasbrokenmind]

I’ve always had this idea of tommy and younger reader breaking up ( over something stupid ) and before they were together reader liked partying and causing more trouble then needed with her friends. So when they break up she starts hanging around with the wrong people again ( tommy banned her from seeing as they just caused trouble ) and he hears about her going around drunk/high so he finds her and takes her home where she’s safe and behaves. Just tommy madly in love and a wild younger girl 💛x

oh god i had sooo much fun writing this and i hope you enjoy reading love 💋 i love respectful tommy (i love him in any condition lmao) and i just want to thank all of my anons because you’re always too kind to me?? 😭 and you always have wonderful ideas, they inspire me to write. feel free to send a request anytime xx

‘You can’t work all the time and expect me to sit here all day and wait for your ass to come home, Thomas! Jesus, I’m way too young for that.’ You shouted and he angrily walked to you, taking a long drag from his cigarette. He knew he couldn’t scare you and sighed as you stood still, glaring at him. ‘I work my ass off because I want you to keep living like you do now, in luxury!’

‘Yet you never ask me how I want to live! You don’t make me feel like a partner anymore, all you do is dolling me up to show me off at those fucking big parties! By the way, they suck! I’m done with your shit this time.’

You turned your back and walked to the bedroom you shared but he was quick to follow you, stopping you on the hallway. ‘What the fuck you’re saying?’

‘I’m leaving.’ This time you sounded cold, yet you were calm and Tommy knew nothing he’d say could change your mind. ‘To where exactly, y/n? Your parents aren’t even in England now.’

‘You know, I do have friends, Tom. Even though you pushed them away, they are still my friends and they don’t get mad at me if I go out for supper by myself and have a drink or two.’ Then you didn’t say anything and continued to pack up your stuff, leaving the ones he bought you. The man you loved sat on your bed, the one you spent countless days hours making love to each other, crossed his arms and watched you with a furious expression on his face.

You didn’t expect him to say anything, Thomas Shelby was never the one to talk for his wants. He was used to getting what he wanted by force or violence and maybe that’s what made you so irritated.

When you were done, he stood up and looked at you, ‘You can’t leave, y/n. You are my girl.’ A soft laugh escaped your lips, if it was another time the sentence would melt your heart but in your situation, it caused nothing but rage. ‘I’m not your property, Tom. Didn’t anyone tell you? People don’t belong to people.’ With that, you left the house as he watched you going away from him.

After a long time, he felt desperate again. He was alone, the shovels threatening to come down one by one and you were nowhere to be seen. Tommy noticed how quickly he missed you and he couldn’t believe himself. When did he get so vulnerable? He also felt angry, angry at you for standing up to him and angry at himself for not preventing what just happened.

He wasn’t stupid, he knew he couldn’t keep a girl like you under his control like he was used to doing. Yet he chose to lock you in his unnecessarily big house and hoped you’d obey. Tommy knew a wild girl like you would never remain easy and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t keep a bird who tasted the freedom in a golden cage and expect it to be happy.

It wasn’t like that in the beginning, everything was different. He’d take you to a fancy place and you two would have fun together, finishing a drink after another and you’d giggle all the time as he did the same. Tommy felt young and reckless by your side, you always knew what to do to cheer him up and he’d forget his worries.

As your relationship started to grow serious, things started to change. You continued to have fun with your friends, which he thought were a group of bummers, when he got back to his job. It wasn’t like you forgot him, you just got bored and it was in your nature to hang around, acting wild. You and your friends were often found in a party or a pub, or both, getting drunk and causing trouble. Yes, you were unrestrained but that’s how you met in the end and that’s why he fell for you in the first place.

Tommy saw the gleam in your eyes, it mesmerized him and after getting one taste of what’s forbidden, he became addicted to it. You brought the young, careless side of him after years and he was glad for it. He didn’t even know how much he needed you until he got you inside his arms, enjoying your presence.

Nobody denied you were young for him or he was older for you, as a matter of fact, Polly and Ada made sure to remind him the truth every time. But they also saw how much you changed their Tommy, making him smile just with your existence and they felt grateful for that.

Unluckily, it wasn’t a fairy tale and you didn’t live happily ever after. It took you one year to end it, going back to witches’ castle without looking back. Still, he wasn’t mad at you and he didn’t blame you, he knew it was a possibility. Tommy knew he couldn’t keep you under his control forever and this was going to happen eventually but he didn’t know it’d hurt that much.

Nevertheless, he spent two weeks without hearing from you, he forced himself to stay calm and let you go, even though how much missed you, especially during nights. You weren’t there to comfort him when he went to bed, telling silly jokes at breakfast and waiting for him to laugh. You weren’t running in the house, causing trouble and even the maids seemed to miss you.

Then one evening, a group of Blinders brought the news. He was in London to meet with Alfie for a deal and apparently, you were in London, too. The boys said you were at a party with your friends and he thought about Alfie’s words on his ride to the party.

‘Rumour has it your young and sweet missus had left the nest, Tommy.’ The man said with a look and if he didn’t know Alfie, he’d say he looked almost sad. ‘Well, you can’t keep the wildness locked up, mate. But I ask myself, what would I do if I had a pretty little thing like that all to myself and lose it?’ Then Tommy remembered your words and this time, he knew what you meant. ‘I didn’t own her, Alfie. She’s capable of making decisions by herself.’ Now that he was at the door, he thought you weren’t making the wisest choices.

‘George, my champagne’s finished!’ You screamed to make yourself heard in the noise and your friend laughed, ‘Then go get another!’ He grinned widely and you mirrored the motion, dancing to the loud music. ‘Here you go, gorgeous.’ Jane handed you a full champagne flute and you sent a smile on her way, you started to sway together. She leaned into your ear a few minutes later, ‘I need a line of snow, want one?’ You shook your head but went to the ladies’ room with her, leaving the boys alone.

‘My my, William. Isn’t that man over there our y/n’s big bad wolf?’ Robert pointed to the man who was glaring at them, his icy eyes showing his intentions. ‘He’s too late, don’t you think?’ George replied and raised his glass to the man he hated, making a toast with a wide grin on his face.

‘I wouldn’t say that, y/n still loves him.’ George frowned with his friend’s words, ‘What’s that supposed to mean, Billy? She left him.’ The other guy shrugged, ‘Yeah but she loves him too much to let him go.’ Then they turned back to look at the man but the Shelby was nowhere to be seen.

‘You sure you don’t want? That’s some good stuff.’ Jane asked again but you smiled softly, ‘I’m done with drugs, Jane sweetheart.’ The girl rolled her eyes playfully, ‘That man changed you, huh?’ You stared at your reflection on the mirror, your smile didn’t reach your eyes. ‘Let’s say he helped me realise some things.’

The door opened and you didn’t bother to look who was it, you didn’t know most of the people at the parties. ‘George says he turned you into a good girl.’ You frowned with that but someone was faster than you, ‘I can assure you she’s still a bad girl, Jane. A very bad one.’ Tommy’s voice came behind you and your jaw dropped for a moment, your eyes meeting on the mirror. Jane froze but she left for her own good.

You sighed and grabbed the counter, ‘What are you doing here?’ You asked, studying the marble as you waited for him to answer. ‘I heard you’re here.’

‘You heard or you told everyone to inform you if they see me?’ A light chuckle rang in your ears and you found yourself smiling as well. Then he took a step closer and your back pressed to his chest, his strong arms wrapping around you. ‘It’s not hard to find you when there’s a party.’

‘Is that so?’ You spoke and he nodded, his lips getting closer to your ear. ‘I’ve missed you. Everyone misses you, come home.’ Tommy whispered and you closed your eyes, his voice was something you ached to hear. ‘I was selfish, I’m sorry, Tom. It’s just... I wanted to have fun with you and you were busy all the time.’

‘I know, it was foolish of me to think I can keep you all to myself.’ He admitted as he pressed a kiss to your bare shoulder, his head moving further to rest on the crook of your neck. ‘I know you want to be free and I know I’m in no place to give you orders, y/n. You think you can forgive me?’

‘You think I can say no to you?’ You joked and he smiled to your skin, his warmth spreading to your body. ‘Now take me home, please.’ You whispered and he didn’t spend a second. He grabbed your hand and you smiled to yourself, it felt good to be held by him again.

The journey to the house was quick, you didn’t bother to grab your stuff and neither did he. ‘The maids missed you, too.’ He blurted out and you arched an eyebrow, ‘Did they? After all those things I’ve done?’

‘Looks like it’s hard to be mad at you but so easy to miss you.’ Tommy said without looking at you and you watched him, his beautiful hands resting on the wheel. ‘I’ll bring the paperwork home so you can be my side while I do it and I won’t tell you what to do or where to go.’

‘I won’t go if it will make you nervous, I know these parties can go insane. Plus you’ll have a day off, would that work for you?’ He smirked, ‘Fair enough.’

‘You think you can focus on paperwork by the way?’ You asked innocently and he nodded with a grin, ‘You will behave.’ You laughed and bit down your lip, ‘Will I, Mr Shelby?’

‘For sure, princess.’ His hand rested on your thigh and oh, he exactly knew how much you wanted to obey to him sometimes.

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[mistaeq]

Guido Mista: Just For Fun?

TW // nsfw content !!

Sssooo... this had to be a fic due on Mista's birthday, but I got killed by work and assignments and stuff, and could never manage to finish, but tonight I took a little time and concentrated on it properly before it was really TOO late. Enjoy~ ^_^

Guido Mista having a SPICY time with a neutral!reader

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It felt so good. Damn, it felt so good. You weren't even sure there was love for you, by his side. But you wouldn't have stopped him for any reason. The gunslinger had come to you to tell you about Bucciarati's orders for the day. You had to show up at Passione's headquarters in a couple of hours, so, just for the sake of not getting bored in the meantime, you invited Mista in your house to have a chat. Unfortunately, or maybe luckily, the two of you seemed to have other plans in mind.

The things about the man exploring your body with his gaze, wasn't new to you. You'd been noticing this before, at work, outside, and in general. And it wasn't like you weren't interested in Mista's attention, you just couldn't help but thinking that having relationships with colleagues wasn't the best choice you could make. Little did it matter in that moment, realizing the two of you would have had to make up a believable excuse for your late arrival at Passione's headquarters.

"G-Guido!" bringing your thoughts cruelly back to the present, the gunslinger thrusted inside of your spent hole for one last time, without either of you coming. It had been a strong thrust, without mincing words, not slow and definitely not gentle, rough enough to hear you raise your voice for him. You just liked this thing about Mista being so mercilessly rough, and you couldn't tell you weren't expecting something like this from a man like him. You had stayed still until you felt his shaft come out of your sensitive body. And despite that, you had remained folded on the bed, because you knew him, Guido Mista would have never let you in peace so easily. Oh, he still had so much to do, with your body, after so much time of waiting and pushing it back.

Just in general, he liked to insist and keep going, starting from the most absurd and almost useless things, in any situation, like telling everyone about the fact that Narancia - he had told about it at least five times, once for every Bucciarati Gang ​​member, him and Narancia excluded - had once scared him late at night during a sleepover by his house. The truth is, if we really want to keep a solid and actual comparison, that Mista guy's brains almost worked like his good companion's, Narancia. He probably soaked up some parts of his behavior, too. The most messed up ones, if I'm allowed to say that.

A kind of soul of the party, without them the boredom used to make itself easy to be felt, or in any case it made his absence noticed when nobody laughed or joked, but sexually speaking, to stay in the italian area, there is a valid and comparison with the loud mess you can find in Naples's markets and squares, too. People screaming, people yelling, someone laughing and a neverending music you don't even know where to locate. Oh, and food. Plenty of food. Don't ask an italian to skip a meal, folks. You were now being Guido's three course meal, rather than a snack.

You felt yourself being touched in a way that was anything but chaste by the strong hands of the curly, dark haired boy. It was the representation of a proper Gold Experience, to finally see the hair hidden under that hat of his, and you had to admit that sinking a hand inside of it was amazing. Plus, it perfectly represented his explosive personality. Mista's eighteen years of age - by now - surely influenced his amount of stamina and strength, he had arms that deserved the respect for which they had been designated by his genetic make-up, evidently. As if some foreplay and ministrations were necessary, after the previous hellish - or perhaps heavenly - hour in which nothing else had happened, other than the young italian roughly and ferociously pushing his length into your body, you felt his long and calloused fingers enter your needy hole, not so much time to waste and not many premises to make. Oh good lord.

"Guido..." your soft voice moaned, bending your head forward, then forced to pull it back up when you arched your back due to the sudden but perfect points that the boy's experienced fingers dared to touch.

"Right here...? You want it right here?" he teased. Oh, he had fun teasing. All the gunslinger wanted was to hear you beg for him to give you the pleasure you needed, and he knew where to touch to get you ruined for him. His fingertips grazed against a special spot, once, twice, and he laughed it over, looking at you curling up your fingers everytime, little moans coming out of your throat, your hands gripping on the bedsheets. "Damn tesoro, you're so sensitive..." he said in his hateful, proud, signature mocking tone.

"...O-Oh my god, Guido... this might be the third time you do it... right there..." but that sentence did not last long, considering the gunslinger's intentions, who bent down to use his experienced tongue where before only his fingers were. Fuck that guy and his stupid attitude. Fuck his behavior, fuck his warm tongue, penetrating your needy hole along with his fingers, leaving you speechless and breathless every second more. At least a dozen times, surely, you insulted him, cursing and groaning under the wet and beautiful contact of the boy's lips and tongue as they worked on you. You would have lied, if you said you hadn't dreamt of this before.

Given the position you were now in, when you were too quiet or too noisy for your dirty lover's liking, the size of Mista's hands came in handy, to spank you and startle you enough to react and oblige to his will. He wasn't very gentle, as a sexual character. Let's say that he enjoyed leaving his masterpieces incomplete. Like that orgasm of yours which was very little time apart from exploding, for example. When he withdrew his hands and tongue drom you, you couldn't hold back from complaining... probably too much for the man's liking. "F-Fuck! I was so damn close..." you squealed, disappointed, and let your tongue speak for yourself, shivering because of the current emptiness of your hole. "Why have I chosen to have sex with you... I could have paid someone from the street... or maybe a colleague of yours... hm?"

You had gone too far. At those words, you felt Guido grab your hair in a tight grip. Not too much to seriously hurt you, but enough to fuel your arousal even more. You can't say you haven't obtained exactly what you were looking for. "Excuse me, or better... excuse you, do you mind repeating what you just said, cara/o?" Damn, that turned you on so much. Obey him. Just obey him. You thought, until the brat part of you took over.

"N-no... I ..." you slightly turned towards him, and unexpected as it was, but incredibly hot, his member was right in front of the tip of your nose, right now. You stared at it, bouncing in front of you. Average length, but interesting girth, nothing to say. A good one. You wouldn't have minded to choke on it. "Nothing... I said nothing."

"Nuh-uh, I heard you, little fucker." he pulled you closer to him, his leaking tip now grazing on your cheek, leaving a slightly humid trail behind it. Mista's grip on your hair tightened. "Repeat for me, will you...?" he cooed, faking a soft and calm tone of his voice. Then, he clenched his teeth. "What could you do, you said?" For a split second, you thought about how Bruno was probably waiting for you at Passione's headquarters, and there you were instead, with Mista's cock hanging in front of your face.

"Nothing. I couldn't do anything..."

"Good. That's what I like to hear." with a further squeeze he made you moan and cry out, taking the opportunity to push his leaking member into your mouth. You felt yourself suffocate, Mista had no small one at all, to be completely honest, he was far from it. And you madly liked him, not only for that, also as a person. On a psychological and personal level. Nice, funny, serious when needed - maybe-, and absolutely beautiful. How many people would have sold their soul to the devil, to spend a single night with Naples's forbidden dream - or at least he said so. He probably made it up for his own self-esteem -? He also tasted good, to be honest. Details like those were important, too.

You soon understood that the only way to not to feel too bad with his strength and stamina, was to go along with his desires seriously, and thanks to this little thought that for an hour now had been helping you with Guido's sexual cravings, you brought a hand to the man's member, to help with your hands your work on him. You saw him start to move his hips towards your mouth and back, that choking sensation intensified even more due to the fact that Mista's hips thrusted forward as you bent down on him, yet as much as your eyes could water and tear up, the man's proud moans only hinted at how much it actually excited him, to see you struggle and choke on his length. "Dammit... don't give me those teary eyes... I'm gonna fucking cum." And, deep down, it was a good fuel to your own arousal. But you wouldn't have dared to tell Guido, or you would have made him brag for ages about it.

His movements got to a sudden halt, when the gunslinger reached his high, in the depth of your throat, as his own breath hitched with yours. "Fuck, y/n...!" It was very deep, and due to the choking sensation, your soft face already had two hot, heavy and salty tears running down your cheeks, not really from pain but from exertion, that guttural effort you usually make when you have to throw up, when you yawn and when you cough. Every action that, even if minimal, brings the eyes to that moist, thing layer that, straining even more those feelings, makes it become tiring and uncontrollable tears. You felt Mista's warm cum run down your throat. Still, you took the chance to taste it properly. It was so good. Another thing you wouldn't have told Guido.

It was a different sensation, compared to when you swallowed it down yourself. Or at least it was, in other experiences you had, but you were wondering if it wasn't Guido's presence, making you feel in some sorts of ways. Anyways, by swallowing down yourself, you were fast enough to not to feel the need to cough. But this way, the warm fluid flowed dramatically slowly, along the walls of your throat, down, while you only wondered when you would stop feeling it moving in your lower neck and upper chest. The satisfied look on Mista's face, who was now approaching you again, after having pulled his member out of your tender mouth, spoke by itself, and said a few simple and easily interpretable words on the line of "You will feel this warmth also somewhere else, soon." and perhaps you weren't even really complaining about it.

Even if you hoped for it to not to be that intense and strong. Too bad it would have been such, but Mista knew what he was doing, so you just chose to let him do his thing to you. "...If you do want it, it is." oh. The fact that he made sure you were still agreeing to it, caused a weird warmth to pop up in your chest. Dominant Guido was a good Guido, but respectful Guido was the best version of him. You just smiled, and quickly nodded. Of course you wanted more. You felt your legs get grabbed and opened by strong and calloused hands, you were still ready and sensitive for him, despite all the times you had come for him that evening. And despite all the times he had denied you an orgasm.

He slipped his hard length inside of you without hurting your sensitive hole too much, or maybe it was just you who were already too used to keeping that damned neapolitan inside of your body, for that night. And you thanked God for it, otherwise it would have been quite painful. A beautiful pain, in any case. First thrust, Mista groaned very loudly, clenching his teeth. One day you'll complain to him, about the fact that he'll be expecting too much time from you to dedicate to having sex. "But you can stretch your muscles like this," he'll insist, looking for a bright side or a diversionary way to respond to your grip on him against the wall. You held on the bedsheets and bit your lower lip, keeping a moan from coming out.

Second thrust, even stronger. You began to even pull on the bedheets because of the gunslinger's cock, grazing just on the right spots, the spots only him could brag about being able to find so quickly. Maybe you would have ruined or ripped your own bedsheets. Just maybe. Worse than that time when Narancia and him had decided to become the funny people of the situation, and by folding and shredding Pannacotta's bedsheets, they made some table doilies. Afterwards, Fugo didn't really want to punish them too much, to be honest. Just enough to cause the two of them three or four displaced fractures, but obviously Bruno and Leone wouldn't let him do that either.

Third thrust, Guido had started seriously moaning on his own breathy groans. He sounded like he had started to chuckle on his own voice, and that... well, that was kinda hot. "How... How do you keep on being so tight after all of this... you're just like I dreamt... or even better, I say..." you felt your arousal reach the stars, when you realized Mista had been dreaming of you. Well, you would have lied if you told him you hadn't been dreaming of him as well. But all you could do in that moment, was moan and chuckle with him. He was such a funny man, after all. You thought of that time when, together with Giorno, he had well thought about ordering a dick-shaped pizza for Abbacchio's birthday, the package labeled "For a pissing goth". How were you thinking of this while having sex? Oh my god.

Fourth thrust. You were now trembling, along with moaning. "Fuck, Guido... just like that..." you begged, clenching your teeth and not only. "Make me cum, please..." He was being so damn strong, Mista, in that moment, but thinking about that little, big, funny part of his personality, from the vicissitudes with the Gang - although he almost never admitted to be guilty of those - to his iconic tetraphobia, the fear of number four. This is why, he was pretty fast to thrust inside of you an essential fifth time. And the thrusts that appeared so strong at first, seemed now softer, slower. Slower. And frenzied, because of his own climax approaching him.

"Y-Y/n... cum now...! Fuck... cum for me." How could you even think about resisting to it? You let go and rode your high, followed by him. Witnessing such an intense pleasure and feeling of being filled in such a good way from the neapolitan gunslinger, your body trembled and shivered, your hands scratched and caressed the perfect and imperfect skin of the shoulders of Guido Mista, who, filling you with what was left of his tiredness, he let go and collapsed on your sweaty body. "Thank you... damn... thank you." in that moment, you really hoped he hadn't just took an occasion to have sex or to empty his balls. But your fear disappeared when he lay his head on your chest and let you sink a hand into his dark curls, which were sticking to his sweaty face.

For a while, you stayed there, hoping he wouldn't drift asleep. You wanted to understand what all of that meant for him. Because it genuinely meant a lot for you. You had been waiting for that. All you had to understand was if Guido had been dreaming of you to just get a piece of your ass or a piece of your heart. "Bruno's waiting for us, Mista..." you whispered, but your body language fooled you. Your voice sounded like you wanted to get up and get to Passione's Headquarters, but your legs wrapped around the man's waist told another story.

"I don't really care, if I really have to be honest." the gunslinger mumbled, with a sleepy voice. "I'd go there to just look like a mess. I can't possibly focus on anything else, after a good lovemaking." oh you liked the sound of that. You giggled, that was a hilarious answer, but mostly you chuckled out of joy.

"Lovemaking, huh..." you repeated, stroking his soft, curly hair once more. "So it meant something to you." at your words, you saw Mista's eyes widen and his head get up from your chest. He raised an eyebrow in confusion. "I... I was lowkey scared you just wanted to get a good time with my ass and let go."

"Me? Just get a good time with your ass?" he pretended to be deeply offended and pouted, making you giggle again. You didn't even mean to express that much joy, but you just felt your heart replenish with feelings. "Who do you think I am? I'm a gentiluomo, I'd never just use a babe like you for sex and nothing more. I'm... a responsible man and shit." yeah, that's just the answer a responsible man would give. But you were satisfied and happy. And amused.

"You know what, Guido... let's just stay here and rest. Bruno can wait." Maybe it was too early to talk about proper love, but you would have had a lot of time, to talk about it.

That is, if Bruno doesn't kill the two of you first.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo part five #vento aureo #guido mista #mista x reader #jojo fic

[dragonleesupporter]

Incomplete Without You (Part 1)

Hey guys! Sorry I’ve been dead for so long. I wanted to make this for a loong time but lost motivation multiple times and nearly lost the whole damn file.

WARNING: Triggers for disablement, depression, talk of a suicide attempt, and panic attacks.

He grumbled as he was pushed along the sidewalk. He had every reason to complain, every reason to be upset, especially when a jogger moved past them. He was always told to be thankful to still be alive with his strange condition. Well, at least he could move his head and face muscles.

            “C’mon man, you said a view of the lake would make you feel better!” Remy prodded his cheek. “Where’s that smile?”

            “Dead. Long dead. Like the rest of my soul.” Virgil growled.

            “Ugh. This job’s sooo boring!” The sunglass-wearing punk complained.

            “Then forfeit your salary so the rest of me can die in peace.”

            Virgil was paralyzed from the shoulders, down. He couldn’t feel his body and needed constant assistance from those willing to put up with his acidic, pessimist attitude to help him do… pretty much everything. He couldn’t even hold his goddamn diploma when he graduated high school. Remy had to hold it for him. He had to give the coffee lover credit where credit was due. He was the one who had lasted the longest as his caretaker. Taking him on “walks” as to not make him feel helplessly alone. Thankfully, his parents did everything else, like dress him and clean him and lay him down to sleep.

            Even though he didn’t feel as alone with Remy keeping up gossipy conversations, he did feel piercing envy for anyone he saw around him. Laughing with their friends, running, swimming, riding bicycles, dancing… Not to mention the people that made fun of him, and yet he was supposed to be more positive that he wasn’t dead? Death would merciful to someone in Virgil’s position. He couldn’t even kill himself. Not to say he didn’t try. The closest he had gotten was when he had annoyed someone enough to shove him into the lake, who was unaware of his condition, while Remy was in the bathroom. Little did he know that the sassy teen was a fast pisser and was able to rescue him.

 Why couldn’t he just be fucking normal? Even for a day?

 “Oh hey, that man child texted you again.” Remy’s naturally condescending voice interrupted his thoughts. But he couldn’t help but smile just a little. “Puppylover99? What did he say?”

 “Work is super fun today! Got to hug a lot of people! Every time I hugged someone, I thought of you, kiddo!” Remy put on a high-pitched feminine-like voice, which made Virgil laugh, no matter how much he hated it.

            “You ass!” He would’ve hit him playfully if he could.

            “Is that what you want me to say?” Remy gave a cocky smirk, opening up messages.

            “No no no!” He shook his head madly, making his caretaker laugh even harder than Virgil did.

            “So… what- oh! He sent another.” Virgil’s smile widened as a small blush made its way onto his face, even though he was trying his best to fight it. “Anyway, I was wondering when I’d be able to hug you in person! I know we both live in Purble County.”

            Virgil’s smile was gone instantly. He had never physically met with any of his online friends before… What would he think? That he… wouldn’t be able to hug him back? Tears filled his eyes, and he couldn’t even wipe them away.

            Remy quickly pulled onto an alleyway so no one would see him like this. The caretaker quickly wiped his face and massaged the base of his neck to calm him. “I’m sorry, I should’ve read it and warned you first.”

            “It’s fine, Remy…” He sniffled.

            He was just about calmed down when he saw two people cheering just outside the alley, diving into each other’s arms.

            “It’s you!”

          “I can’t believe I found you!”

            Soulmates were a natural part of life in this world. Usually in the form of blanked out tattoos on someone’s skin that gets filled in when they meet their soulmate. There are other soulmates whose signs are a bit different, however. There was a case ten years ago where two people, one blind in the right eye, and the other blind in the left that magically gained full sight upon meeting each other. They were pronounced soulmates and are still together to this day. There were other cases where individuals didn’t have tattoos or anything of the sort, and lived their whole life out without a lover, claiming it was meant to be that way. Others have multiple soulmates. The subject is so complex, Virgil had to take multiple classes on it in high school.

 Virgil had been told by scientists and priests alike that he most likely wouldn’t have a soulmate based on the religious belief that cripples couldn’t contribute enough to a relationship, (welcome to Virgil’s church-hell) and the scientific data doctors collected from him on a weekly basis. Most of the population that was physically disabled in a 2018 case study found that they never found soulmates. Since Virgil was such a rare case, the doctors demanded data be collected from him every week to see if they couldn’t figure out what had caused it and if a cure couldn’t be found. His parents greatly profited from this, and so did he to an extent, but it just made him feel like a specimen instead of a living person.

 And seeing two people unite in the soulmate tradition only made him break down more. It wasn’t fair… it wasn’t fair…

 Remy did his best trying to distract him and take his mind away from it, wiping his tears and hugging him around his neck, where he could feel the comfort of it. After the whole meltdown finally was over, Remy suggested going to a food attraction place for lunch, and Virgil reluctantly agreed, eyes bloodshot from all his crying.

 Afternoon Benedict was a place he had never gone before, but since Remy said he knew people who worked there, he didn’t feel as anxious going. Plus, some afternoon breakfast didn’t sound half bad.

 He was wheeled in and saw a very friendly person up front with a pink apron on, saying “free hugs!” on it. He greeted them warmly, bright blue eyes, blondish-brown hair, milky white baby skin, with so many freckles dancing across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, his face looked like a sprinkled birthday cake. Virgil had to resist the smile that was tugging at his lips.

 “Hi! Where would you like to be seated?” His voice was so sugary sweet, the emo could feel his teeth rotting.

 “Anyplace with chairs that pull out. He can’t leave this one.” Remy gestured to his friend.

 Internal sigh.

 “Okay! Coming right up!” He dashed away and got a nice table ready before beckoning them over.

 Virgil got wheeled over and situated. “Now, what can I get for you two?” His honey-dripped voice asked them.

 “I guess… some scrambled eggs with toast? And apple juice with a long straw if you can manage?” Virgil kept the quiver of anxiety out of his voice well enough.

 “I’ll have my usual, bud.” Remy winked at the friendly employee.

 “Okay! It’ll be out soon!” He danced away to Virgil’s humor.

 Now came the part he dreaded about eating out. Remy took a couple bites of his food when it arrived, then started feeding Virgil. The coffee lover had quickly learned not to tease Virgil about having to be fed like an infant, as he’d either get a bite on his finger, or he’d have to help him calm from another meltdown.

 Virgil was thankful that no odd glares had been sent his way yet. Maybe Remy had set this whole thing up so he didn’t have to worry about anybody judging. No matter how tough the sunglass-wearing nerd acted, Virgil knew he had a soft side. A love for kittens, an admiration for children pop star singers, a small addiction to baby sugar sticks… he knew it was there.

 As the cooks were preparing the meal, the cheerful waiter was told to take his last 10-minute break. He skipped to the back and checked his phone excitedly. He was a little saddened that MCR10150 hadn’t responded to him yet, but he kept his hopes high and ate a quick snack while listening to music.

 Even if he couldn’t taste anything, the happy music made the food go down better, like a spoon full of sugar.

 Virgil was just about full when the bubbly waiter came over again. “Are you two ready for the bill? Or would you like to see our dessert menu?” He looked over at Virgil, who was being fed another forkful of scrambled eggs.

 “Luckyyy!” He squealed.

 The emo nearly spit his food out at that, but managed to swallow it.

 “Excuse me?”

 “I’d kill to be in your seat! Being fed without a worry in the word! You must feel like royalty! Nonono-wait!” He suddenly bowed. “My highness.”

 Virgil couldn’t help it. He bursted out laughing. Just the sheer ridiculousness and confusion-not to mention the irony- of the whole situation made him utterly crack up.

 Remy sighed with relief. He knew Patton could be overbearing at times. Yesterday, when he had told the staff and usual visitors about Virgil and how to act around him when he brought him in, Patton wasn’t there, but he was glad Virgil wasn’t offended or distraught over his behavior. It was hard to predict that kid.

 “Well… he doesn’t have much of a choice.” He explained after Virgil started to calm from his laughter. “He can’t feel any of his body other than his head and neck.”

 “Oh! I’m so sorr-“

 “No! Please don’t pity me…” Virgil growled out, interrupting the poor employee.

 Patton gave a quiet whimper, his smile becoming forced. “S-so, will that be bill or dessert?”

 Virgil felt bad now. Even though he hardly knew this living cartoon, seeing his bright cute face darken with sadness made him feel even more dead inside.

 God dammit, he thought to himself.

 “Virgil? It’s up to you.” Remy murmured. He tried to give Virgil a choice whenever he had the chance. He was indifferent to having dessert or not, but he wanted Virgil to feel like he was in control, even if it was for little things.

 “What kind of dessert menu comes out of a breakfast place?”

 To be continued…

  @cefsticklestoo @thestarswelcomemewithopenarms @my-anxiety-hasanxiety

@poptartsaysurloved @leedrop-angel @lavenders-loveforthings @ I’m sorry I forgot everyone else. O.o

#sanders sides #moxiety #soulmates #fic

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #430

“when the girl in the corner is everyone’s woman, she could kill you with a wink of her eye”

What kind of dog do you find most ugly? What a mean question. ;-; I don't think they're ugly, but I probably find chihuahuas to be the least visually appealing. Do you like wood floors or carpet better? Wood. Do you think the USA bullies other countries? Quite frankly, yes. Are you currently in love right now? No. Favorite fast food joint? Sonic. What would you do if your ex contacted you? THE ex, have a panic attack. Cry. Be wordlessly ecstatic. Be scared and confused. Do you still have feelings for your ex? Two, yes, but one is unrealistic considering I have no idea who he is anymore. It's been way too long for me to possibly, accurately like him. Ever tasted a flavored condom? No. Do you know CPR? No. How much do you care about your best friend? I'd die for her. Do you watch Dr. Phil? No. What age would you like to have a child? I don't want kids ever. Are your parents wealthy? Mom, absolutely not. Dad seems to be financially stable, but not wealthy or anything. Pick one state you’d love to live in? Alaska. How many pets do you want? And of what? Man, I want a LOT. I know I want more ball python morphs, a plains hognose, a woma python, numerous tarantulas, a fat-tailed gecko, a boa, orchid mantises, a sphynx, a tegu would be super cool... I'd love to have like an empire of pets one day, aha, but only so long as I could maintain them all and adequately provide for them. Have you ever asked someone out? Yes. When do you want to get married? I mean, I don't have a set age in mind. I want to get married when I'm ready. Can you play a musical instrument? I played the flute for yeeeaaaars in middle and high school, but I remember almost nothing by now. What if you stopped orgasming for the rest of your life? Idc, honestly. Does money make you happy? Money probably makes me happier than it should, but I'm not like madly in love with it or anything. Happens when you're poor your whole life. Your favorite breakfast food? Ugh, cinnamon rolls are a godsend. When was the last time you went to a funeral? I actually don't think I've ever been to one... only wakes. I really, really wish I could have gone to Jason's mom's, though... There was just no fucking way that I was going to risk upsetting Jason on THAT day of all days by popping up. Have you ever stolen someone’s boyfriend/girlfriend? Well, we never actually dated, but you could say that... Tell me the date of your first kiss. I don't know the exact date, but it was March 2012. Are your legs long or short? Normal, I guess? How many phobias do you have? Man, a lot. Is there a bookshelf in your room? No. Do you use the Facebook chat often? Barely at all. I only really use it to chat with Girt on the rare occasion we talk. Who got you hooked on the addiction you're addicted to (If you have one)? I discovered Mark on my own; I needed help in an Amnesia: The Dark Descent custom story, so I found his playthrough and watched it. Got a few laughs, subscribed. It was Jason who introduced me to Amnesia, though, so I can indirectly thank him, I guess? haha Are you currently worried about your parents finding out about something? No. Have you ever lived with a friend? Yeah, for a couple months. Have you ever only liked someone because you found out they liked you? No. Ever been on a real diet, or did you just stop eating? I've tried multiple diets. Have you ever known a white supremacist? I know multiple. Welcome to the South. Do you like the smell of a barbecue? Yesss. It's funny because I hate the food itself. Have you ever gone out in public in your pajamas? Yeah. It's not rare, if I'm being honest. How many times have you been to the ER? Too many times because of being suicidal. How many people are you currently texting? None. Anything exciting coming up? My nephew's birthday is in a few days! Would you rather get money or gift cards for your birthday? Money, so I can use it for anything. Do you have Instagram? I have three, ha ha. One for my basic photography, another for my morbid photos, and I went through a very short phase of having an Instagram for my pets. It still exists, but I don't really use it. Have you ever spoken to a detective before? No. Do you believe in ghosts? Yes. Do ladders scare you? Yes. Hot dogs or hamburgers? Cheeseburgers may possibly be my favorite food. Do you have any tattoos on your arms? I do. Have you ever owned or known someone who owned a black cat? I've owned plenty of black cats. What album is the last song you listened to from? It's from Disguise. What’s the last funny movie you watched? Probably Elf. Can you remember your parents’ birthdays? Mom's, yes. I only remember the month of my dad's. If you had to get a tattoo tomorrow, what would you pick? I think I want to get my tribute to Teddy next. How do you feel about band tattoos? Hey, go for it. I see nothing wrong with it. What piercing do you like most on the opposite sex? Probably snakebites. Lip piercings in general are hot lmao. Are you any good at applying make up? Noooo, my hands are so shaky. How old were the last 3 people you kissed? Sara's 23; idr the exact ages of Girt and Tyler. I think Tyler was a year younger than me, and Girt is at the bare minimum three years older than me. If you found out you got someone pregnant, what would you do? Well, I'm a cisgender female, so... Do you ever wonder what your ex is up to? Very frequently. Do you like your cell phone? I mean it's fine, but I'd like a new one. Is rap your favorite genre of music? No, it's actually my least favorite. Have you ever thrown up on anybody? Oh god, no. Do people think you’re happy? I think it's safe to say most people who know me know I'm clinically depressed. Or you know... maybe not. Quite a few people have been surprised to learn that about me because I can put on a good facade. What band would you stand in line for 24 hours to see? None, honestly. That's way too long. What was your worst childhood experience? I guess my dad's alcoholism. As a child, I thought it was a normal thing, but I do wonder if my fear of men has anything to do with how volatile drinking had a 50/50 chance of making him. He never hurt anyone, but he was just so mad and hateful towards the world sometimes. You can trade another person’s emotions for your own. Whose do you take? I have no idea. What was/is going to be your first waltz at your wedding? That'll depend on my partner and what song means the most to us/fits us best. "When It's Love" by Van Halen has been a consideration for forever, though. When it’s not summer, what do you miss most about it? I hate summer. I miss nothing about it. Do you consider yourself patriotic? No. What is the one thing that you need to do to die happy? Feel like I accomplished something notable. Do you consider yourself mainstream? No. What’s the riskiest thing you’ve ever done? Overdosing on cold medicine. What is life’s greatest mystery? Probably from whence we came. Humanity has fished for a definite answer forever. What was your favourite make-believe game as a kid? Pretending I was a meerkat hiding in a "burrow" that was a blanket fort, ha ha. Do you try your best at everything? Honestly, no. Who is your shoulder to cry on? My mom, without fail. What’s your standard excuse for not doing something? I dunno... it depends on the topic. Name the most beautiful person you know. As far as physical appearance goes, my friend Alon. Have you ever been to jail? No. What is one moment you wish you could have taken a picture of? Sara's face when I surprised her at her house for her birthday. It was absolutely fucking priceless. What place holds the most memories for you? Jason's house. Who was your first date? My puppy dog-love middle school bf Aaron. We went with a group of friends to a skating rink. My first one-on-one date was Jason. What’s the best trip you’ve ever been on? The zoo in 5th grade. It's the one and only time I've seen meerkats. For some weird reason, our zoo moved the meerkats not long after that visit. I THINK they said the environment just wasn't suitable for them, which I never really got... I think they mentioned the cold, but like, you have heating for them, and also, have you ever experienced a desert night? You consider all the other areas that have meerkats in their zoos and it's like... why, man. Bring my meerkats back. ;_; What do you think the earth will look like in 1,000 years? Oh dear God, I do NOT want to visualize that. My gut tells me it'll be a wasteland, probably without humans or most forms of life we have now. We have to get our shit straight, so very badly. I could rant for hours about how horribly and ungratefully we abuse our planet. Who makes you happy to be around? Sara! I feel like I can be my 100% authentic self, and we just vibe really well together. Like every time I've been there and she here, our friendship felt so natural and chill. I really, really need to save up for another trip up there. What secret have you tried to hide but it got out anyway? I kept the Joel situation to myself from pretty much everyone, but it eventually came out in front of Mom and Jason. It was actually the night of the breakup; I don't remember how it was relevant at all to mention, but I did in some form. Mom wisely never asked about it, and Jason obviously didn't. I was a stupid 12-year-old anyway, it's whatever now. Who/what is your everything? I will never. Ever. In five billion millennia. Let anyone be that again. How many people have you turned down when they asked you out? Ummm three? I think that's it. How many exes do you have? If I include everyone who ever had a title of "boyfriend/girlfriend," I have six. Who was your worst relationship with? Tyler. It was just pointless and the result of nothing but loneliness. What’s your ‘label’? (ex. punk, prep) I really, really don't care. Do you swear? How much? Like a sailor. I swore some beforehand, but I got really bad when Jason and I started dating. He swore a lot, and his mother did even more. I was around them as much as possible, so it rubbed off on me. What is the one thing that would make everything in your life fall apart? Losing my family, like being disowned or something like that. Especially when it comes to Mom. I rely on her so heavily, as much as I hate that. :/ What takes your breath away? Nature is very capable of that. Something like seeing big waterfalls in the mountains or something would marvel me. Are you patient? No, honestly. Are you a good dancer? No. Even when I took dance, I don't think I was great; however, I do think I was pretty skilled at clogging. Who would you call first in a life-threatening situation (not 911)? My mom. Who do you miss? Jason and his family, Megan, Alex, Hannia, Emily, Journee... a lot of people. Do you like snakes? I adore snakes.

#survey #surveys #random questions #lyrics: ''ballroom blitz'' by 3teeth

[dallas-owns-my-ass]

Love And Booze

     Paring: Dallas Winston x Reader

     Summary: Dallas forces the reader to a bar, so she forces him to dance

     Warnings: drinking, dirty dancing, cursing

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     The night was still early, only 11 pm. I was at the moment being dragged by the arm by a very persistent Dally.

     “C’mon doll, it’ll be fun” he whined.

     “Dally, I’ve been to Buck’s dozens of times, what’s gonna make it any different this time? It’s always the same old stuff.” I sulked. 

     “Well this time you got me with you baby” he joked sending a wink my way. I winked back. That was our relationship; joking around, committing crimes, and occasional flirting. But we were just friends. Never anything more. It would never escalate to something more. Dallas just didn’t believe in love, I knew that. So I wasn’t going to fuck up a perfectly good friendship for nothing. 

     Buck’s reeked of heat and cigarettes, music blasting, almost deafening. Same as any other day. Dally pulled me over to the bar and ordered two beers, something light to start off with. Later in the night I would probably be drunk and barely able to walk. Who cares? I thought as I sipped the beer. Dally wouldn’t let anything happen to me, and I liked to live in the moment anyways. 

     “So, how’s that guy you’re talking to doing? What’s his name, Roger or somethin?” I liked to mess around with other guys and stuff, to forget about Dally. But at the end of the day, it was still his lips I thought of. I felt a blush creep onto my cheeks, shaking my head to try and distract myself from the thought. 

     “Robert. And he’s just your average guy around here, an asshole.”

     “Well he can’t be so much an asshole if you’re blushing at the mention of his name”

     “Shut up” I said playfully, rolling my eyes.

     “You see that girl over there? The blondie with the shorts?” he asked nodding over at her.

     “You think she’d talk to me?”

     “Who wouldn’t?” I replied emptily, looking out onto the dance floor. Was he that oblivious to my feelings, or did he just ignore them ‘cause he knew I didn’t have a chance? I began to watch the people dancing. I loved to dance, though few people knew it. There’s just a certain feeling you get. When the bodies of you and your partner move together in perfect rhythm. The way your hips swing to a good bass line, or your arms fly to an Elvis song. That feeling was irreplaceable, found no where else. 

     “If you wanna dance so bad, go” he said, almost reading my thoughts.

     “I’m not going to go dance by myself, Dally”

     “So go pick up a guy then. There’s a bunch of them checking you out ya know”

     “Yeah okay. I’m sure there are”

     “You just don’t see it do you?”

     “Hmm” I asked, curious of what he had to say.

     “Nothin’, just that guys swoon over a cute broad like you” And there I was again, blushing madly.

     “C’mon doll, you act like nobody ever told you that before” he said smirking.

     “So you gonna come dance with me or not Winston?”

     “Nah man, you wouldn’t like how I dance anyway”

     “What you mean Dal?”

     “It’s a little to... dirty... for your taste”

     “Whoever said I didn’t like that?’ I teased, grabbing his arm and pulling him to the dance floor. Wild Thing by The Troggs blasted from the speakers. He pulled me close to him. His arm hung on my shoulder, holding me close so our chests were almost touching. He smirked as we started to dance. Our hips moving to the deep rhythm of the song, grinding onto each other. He pulled me closer, his lips whispering in my ear.

     “Wild thing. You make my heart sing.” His voice was deep and raspy, barely audible. It made butterflies erupt in my stomach.

     “Wild thing, I think I love you.” My heart nearly stopped. I couldn’t tell if he was singing along with the lyrics, or if he was sincere. I tried my best to ignore it, as we continued to dance. As the song finished out, a slower one came on. I put my hands on his shoulder, his hands moving to my waist.

     “Put your head on my shoulder” 

     We rocked slowly, as we stared into each others eyes. I blushed at how close we were.

     “Y’know I meant it doll?”

     “Meant what?” he sighed.

     “When I said I think I love you” I froze. He couldn’t be serious, I thought. There was no way that Dallas would fall in love with anyone, much less me. 

     “You’re scarin’ me doll, say somethin” 

     “Dal I-”

     “No it’s fine, I get it. You don’t feel the same.”

     “Actually Dally, it’s the complete opposite. I’ve loved you for forever.” He smiled. 

     “If you don’t mind then...” he said as he leaned in for a kiss. I closed the space, kissing him as I had dreamed about. His lips were soft and gentle, the complete opposite of what you would expect. It lasted a couple of seconds, until he pulled away.

     “God, Y/N, I love you.”

     “I know” I replied smirking. He rolled his eyes playfully, as we danced on into the morning.

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[hazelandglasz]

I saw this prompt: “you’re a celebrity who just broke up and i tweeted you a selfie with the caption “date me” as a joke but you thought i was serious?” au and I freaked out a little. Could you pleaaase write it as Klaine?

Yeaaah

On  AO3

“I can’t believe it!”

Tina looks up from her phone--very important game of Empire and Puzzles, okay?--to see her best friend in a state of distress.

“What’s going on?”

Blaine clenches his phone. “Kurt and Adam broke up!”

Tina nods and returns her attention to the game. “Told you they wouldn’t last.”

“How can you say that?”

Tina shrugs. “They weren’t meant to be, Busy-Bee. Too much of the same in some aspects, too different in others, they were just not compatible.”

Blaine sits back in the chair, dropping his head to the back of it. “But they were so cute.”

“That they were.”

“Poor Kurt.”

“I don’t see you being too heartbroken over Adam.”

Blaine glares at Tina from his slouched position. “I appreciate his talent, but I only knew him because of Kurt, and you know it.”

“Such a fanboy from the start.”

“The man is our age, Tina, and already a star!”

“Blah, blah, blah, I know the spiel, Blaine. He’s our age, and from Ohio too, can you believe it,” she deadpans.

“And he overcame bullying--”

“Making it the cause he supports the most, I am a Kurtsie too, in case you forgot it!”

“Sorry, Tina,” Blaine apologizes, reaching for her hand to squeeze it. “It’s just--he’s such a role model for me, I hate to see him sad and alone.”

Tina abandons her game to scroll through social media, and true to Blaine’s words, photos of Kurt since the announcement does not paint the picture of a man happy to go back to his bachelor days.

She coos at her screen before looking up, an idea popping up in her brain. “Why don’t you offer to date him?”

“Beg your pardon?”

“Come on, Blaine, listen to me okay?” Tina sits on the edge of her seat to make her point in Blaine’s face. “You said it yourself, you’re around the same age, so no creepiness. You’re both gay and from Ohio--”

“Yeah, because that’s enough to build a relationship upon.”

“--and you both love musicals and silver movies, and fashion, though you have different tastes--”

“--and wallets.”

“--yes, okay, you don’t have the same bank accounts, but that means he could dote on you, take care of you.”

“I do not want a Sugar Daddy, Tina.”

“Not a daddy, he’s just one year older than you. Just sugar, baby.”

Blaine shakes his head, as if to clear his mind. “That’s absolutely ridiculous.”

“What do you have to lose?” Tina asks. “Send him a selfie, offering to get a break-up coffee, and you’ll see what happens. Worst comes to worst, your tweet will just disappear in the hundreds he gets every day.”

“You know what,” Blaine says, standing and putting his jacket back on, “I’m neither sober enough nor classy enough to do that.”

“Two easily solvable issues, my dear Anderson.”

---

“Can you belie--Adam, stop laughing, would you?”

Kurt tries to pretend he’s mad at his ex-fake boyfriend, still a friend, though that is debatable too.

“All right, it was fun talking to you, you jerk, have a bad day.”

“No, come on--come on, Kurt, look, I’m not laughing. I take it, ha, very seriously.”

“Hmhm.”

“No, honest. Can I believe, what, exactly?”

Kurt glares at his phone. “Humph. Can you believe the fans reactions to our breakup?”

Adam chuckles. “They are quite the passionate bunch, we always knew that.”

“Never to this level!”

“We never gave them a reason to unleash their inner beast, either.”

“It’s like we broke up with them!”

Adam sighs. “That’s how they feel. Give it a week, mate, they will find something else to fixate on.”

“Between the moping, the threats and the jokes, my timeline is a mess!”

“Mine too. It might be a good time to have a social media diet.”

Kurt drops himself on his couch and drags a soft blanket over himself. “Because you think disappearing from the social landscape will do any of us any good?”

“I don’t know, and that way, I won’t have to find out!”

For a hot second, Adam’s idea sounds like the best one.

And then Kurt’s phone vibrates with another notification.

“Don’t they ever sleep?” he mutters, putting Adam on speaker so he can look at his screen at the same time. 

“The beauty of having fans all over the world, Kurt,” Adam replies, “multiple time zones.”

“I suppose--oh.”

Kurt forgets what he was about to say, because the tweet has finished loading on his screen.

And it’s two words, followed by a picture.

“Date me.”

And the picture is quite … compelling.

“My, my,” Adam laughs outright. “Someone is quite forward.”

Kurt remembers how to swallow. “And handsome.”

“And handsome.”

Kurt remains silent, studying the picture more in detail. The young man is, as previously stated, quite handsome, with an undeniable silver screen quality to him. The untied bow tie around his neck and the slight flush to his cheeks may indicate that this @BDAnderson got tipsy before taking the picture and possibly sending the tweet.

Just a little bit of liquid courage before sending an audacious tweet to someone he looks up to, maybe.

Something deep in Kurt’s chest preens at the idea of having such a … lovely fan.

“Kurt.”

“Hm?”

“I know that hum, Kurt, and I don’t think that it is a good idea.”

“Hm?”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to agree to go on a date with a stranger, but I have to admit …”

“Yeah?”

“There is something endearing about this proposal, and it would make for a fantastic publicity.”

Kurt laughs humorlessly. “And if I were to date someone, a someone who took the first step so publicly, you would be able to go public with Sebastian, hm?”

“Possibly.”

“And you are the one trying to tell my not to date a fan, hm?”

Kurt doesn’t need to see Adam to know that he’s blushing madly. They both remember how Sebastian came into their lives on the set of their second movie together as a on-screen couple.

And the very reason why Kurt and Adam started pretending to be real-life boyfriends too, to protect Sebastian from the public light.

Adam clears his throat. “You should do a background check before accepting, though. Let Kitty run it, she will be done by morning.”

Kurt stares at the picture and nods, even though no one can see him. “Sounds like a plan.”

“And, Kurt?”

“Hm?”

“Wear the beige pants.”

Kurt can only laugh before hanging up.

---

“Tina.”

“Hgnf.”

“Tina!”

“Whaaaaa.”

“Tina, look at my phone and tell me I’m hallucinating.”

“Go back to sleep, Blaine, the Sun is not up yet.”

“Tina, please.”

Tina humphs one more time before raising her head from Blaine’s couch to glare at his screen. Thank God he turned the brightness down.

She grumbles as she reads down his feed before gasping. “Blaine!” she shrieks.

“Right?”

“Blaine, oh my God.”

“Oh my God.”

“Blaine! He said--”

“He said “Would love to”!”

“Kurt Hummel agreed to go on a date.”

“With me.”

“With you.”

“So I didn’t dream that.”

“Nope.”

They exchange a look over Blaine’s phone. “Holy shit.”

Tina pushes Blaine’s blanket and jumps out of the couch, Blaine’s phone still in her hand. “Okay, we need to plan.”

“Tina.”

“Are your red pants clean? Even clean-ish?”

“Tina.”

“Second of all, the date itself. Maybe offer to go to a public place, to reassure him you’re not a serial killer.”

“Tina, he is following me now.”

Tina checks the phone and squeals. “He iiiis! So you can send him a private message to make your arrangements!”

“Tina …”

Tina finally pauses in her excitement to properly look at him. “Blaine, breathe,” she says softly when she realizes how pale he suddenly seems. “It’s going to be fine. Imagine what a story to tell to your children and grandchildren.”

“Don’t.”

“Okay, imagine what a story to tell in your autobiography.”

“Better.”

Tina goes to stand in front of Blaine and puts her hands on his shoulders. “It’s just a date. He’s just a man, and you’re just a man too, and you two will just get a cup of coffee or something, all right?”

“All right.”

“Let’s do this.”

---

Blaine arrives at the coffee place he suggested for their … holy crap, it is a date, isn’t it, for their date, then, he can do it without fainting, ten minutes early.

But as he walks down the stairs to the little alcove in the coffeeshop (he didn’t pick this place randomly), someone taps on his shoulder.

“Excuse me?”

Blaine turns immediately and is unable to stop his jaw from dropping just a little bit.

It is Kurt Hummel, in the flesh (and what a gloriously jean encased flesh it is).

“Hi,” Kurt says, and if Blaine is not mistaken, he sounds a little … breathless.

Because he ran to get there or because he’s just as nervous as Blaine is yet to be determined.

“Hi.” Out of pure engrained manners, Blaine holds up his hand. “I’m Blaine.”

Kurt chuckles as he shakes his hand. “Kurt. Glad to know you don’t have a doppelganger in the city.”

Blaine beams at Kurt, still shaking his hand before realizing that they have been standing there for far, far too long for it to be considered normal.

Then again, Kurt is also still shaking his hand, isn’t he.

“Should we sit?” Kurt asks, and Blaine nods, forcing himself to keep his wits.

“Follow me, if you please,” he says, holding up his hand. “I know that there is a spot where we wouldn’t be disturbed.”

---

From a corner in the coffee shop, behind a large plant, Tina hides, observing how the date goes.

She’s just looking out for her bro, okay.

But when she spots a blond head she has admired several times in the movies, she gasps.

Is Adam coming to get Kurt back? Is he going to fight off Blaine for Kurt’s heart?

Ah, no, Adam apparently had the same idea as she did, sitting in a corner of the café--discrete enough not to be spotted, clear enough to spot everything.

She can’t help herself and picks up her cookie plate and goes to sit with Adam.

“What the--”

“Hi. I’m Blaine BFF.”

“Ah.”

“Here to make sure everything goes well for your ex?”

“Sorta.”

“Cool. Me too. Want a piece of cookie.”

Adam glances at the plate. “I really should not,” he whispers as he picks a piece.

“How do you think they’re doing?”

They both turn to look at their friends who seem to be in their very own world, in their remote little table. They talk, talk, smile, and beam at each other whenever the other looks away, which doesn’t happen often.

“I think we’re witnessing the beginning of an epic love story.”

Tina nods and looks down at the plate where her cookie has mysteriously been reduced to one lone bit.

“Trade you the last piece of cookie for the best man’s speech rights.”

Adam starts protesting before nodding, shaking Tina’s hand. “If that means I get groomsmaid’s speech rights.”

“Deal.”

#sometimes i write #klaine au #famous!kurt #meeting over twitter #fluff

[anotherloganstan]

Do You Think Logan Is Gay? - Analogical

Summary: Virgil very much likes Logan, in fact they’ve made out before, but he wonders if Logan is gay. Roman is very much exasperated with his roommate so sets them up to talk. [College/University AU with romantic Analogical, platonic Prinxiety, and background romantic Royality]

Based off an incorrect quote from @more-incorect-quotes

Virgil: Do you think Logan is gay?? Roman: …. Roman: Didn’t you two make out last night? Virgil: BUT WHAT IF HE MEANT IT AS A FRIEND

Warnings: making out, minor anxiety, drinking alcohol

Word count: 2,350

Buy me a coffee!

Him and Roman are both on their respective beds in their dorm room, Virgil with his legs crossed and extra credit work on his knees while Roman lies on his front, one earbud in listening to the soundtrack of yet another musical. Roman’s walls adorned with movie posters of hot actors and his acting awards taking up more shelf space than his actual books for college – which is a lot considering he’s an English Literature major. Virgil’s side is more minimalist, the plain black sheets with purple cushions and his textbooks in a neat order on his shelves, the only knickknacks being his cute nerdy figurines – a lot of which came as presents from his friend Patton (and he only really got into some of the shows because of Logan).

Virgil sighs suddenly, putting his work aside before flopping onto his back, his eyes closing feeling exhausted, yet he can’t help his mind from racing, not the usual anxiety but something different, something more.

“Do you think Logan’s gay?” he asks suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence between him and his roommate.

And there’s just silence from Roman for a moment, taking in exactly what Virgil’s just said for a moment too long where Virgil doesn’t think he’s actually heard him and opens his mouth to repeat himself. But Roman speaks up.

“Didn’t you two make out last night?” Roman asks, voice clearly laced with a little confusion but mostly exasperation. He’s used to Virgil being an anxious gay mess – as he can be sometimes too, okay, he just finds Patton so adorably cute that he forgets to function a lot of the time – but this, this is something else entirely.

He vividly remembers dragging Virgil to the cast party knowing fine well Logan, the tech guy, would be there as would Patton, costumes design, and well things escalated…

Virgil is not a party person regardless of the type of people at the party but Roman had insisted with a sly smile and the comment of ‘well, Logan will be there too, you know?’ So, of course he’d said yes and been dragged along by Roman – who was dressed to the highest heavens in tight white pants, a black tank top, and his red and white bomber jacket whilst Virgil’s in his usual skinny jeans, a band t-shirt, and a leather jacket. Even Roman had to admit that he looked good especially with his eyeliner all smudged and lips painted a pale pink.

Patton’s there in the hallway chatting as they enter but immediately drops everything when he catches them. He flings himself into Roman’s arms who easily picks him up and hugs him, Patton presses a big kiss to his cheek and it’s obvious from a mile away that they’re madly in love with each other just they haven’t really gotten there themselves yet. Roman puts him down and Patton gives Virgil a one-armed hug accompanied with the question, “how are my two favourite boys?”

And Roman makes a strangled sort of noise before laughing it off and replying, “I thought Logan was one of you favourite boys?”

Patton laughs too with a shrug and pulls them both to the drinks table, but Virgil can’t help being distracted by the mere mention of Logan’s name. He’s handed a plastic cup with vodka and lemonade in, he thanks Patton and takes a few sips when he knows it’s not too strong.

And he doesn’t know how long he’s been here yet, all he knows is that Roman and Patton are both missing, and some theatre girl may or may not be trying to chat him up or at the very least trying to get to know him which he does not want. So, he excuses him to get another drink, just his third (and probably last) of the night – he’s not drunk but he’s not sober either.

“Hello, Virgil,” a voice greets him, the low tone and the way his name is said like that lets him know it’s Logan, the man he’d maybe been hoping to avoid all night or maybe hoping to run into… Virgil’s not too sure what he wants. Virgil turns to look at him and his words are stuck in his throat at the simple look of him. The ever so smart Logan looking, well, casual in a navy t-shirt, jeans, and a black jacket, and Virgil might just need to lay down for a moment or seven.

“Hi, L,” he responds blatantly, “uh, how are you doing?”

The question is lame and he’s about to make a quick exit, but Logan responds, “I’m quite alright but, you know, parties aren’t really my thing, I felt as if I should make an appearance though. How are you? I’m aware this isn’t exactly your scene either.”

He’s right. And they have so much in common that it makes Virgil want to bang his head against the wall because Logan is so god damn perfect in his eyes with his stupid glasses and stupidly soft hair and stupid smart wit and stupid stupid-ness.

“Uh, I’m alright, I mean the alcohol isn’t so bad but I’ve no idea where Roman’s gone, probably with Patton somewhere kissing his face off,” he says, laughing lightly at the end, watching as Logan too laughs, his eyes shutting slightly and he needs to stop being so attractive or Virgil is really going to do something he regrets later on.

He does. He does something very, very stupid but very, very right. He kisses Logan, completely ignoring the other’s response, in fact cutting him off just to feel his lips on his own. Logan stiffens obviously but his hands grasp at Virgil’s leather jacket, holding him close and a silent indication to ‘keep going, please’. They only separate when someone coughs and reminds them that they’re blocking the drinks table.

So, they flush and move to the side of the room, in the darkest corner possible. Virgil opens his mouth to respond but Logan is quicker in kissing him, harder and with more force than before, and his hands find Logan’s hips holding him steady much more than to keep Logan close. And his tongue is inching into Logan’s mouth, gladly allowed access and he just doesn’t stop. He kisses and kisses him until he feels nothing but Logan and the faint taste of gin on his tongue – because of course Logan drinks gin.

And that’s how Roman finds them, pressed up against the far wall practically devouring each other. Roman pulls him back by the collar of his jacket, his eyes fly open as does Logan’s who looks more than embarrassed to see Roman standing right there and averts his eyes.

“Enjoying yourselves there?” Roman asks, cocky and smartarsed as ever, and when he gets no response but various noises he says, “alright, come on, we’re being kicked out since it’s so late.”

He ushers Virgil away so they can walk home and faintly hears Logan telling him he’ll text him at some point. He doesn’t text him when he gets home or in the morning or at lunch time.

“But what if he meant it as a friend!?” Virgil shouts, panicked and clearly doubting himself as he sits up from his position and faces Roman, playing with his own fingers, and clearly this is something he needs to talk about but maybe not with Roman.

So, Roman sends a sneaky text to Logan:

Hey nerd, your not-quite-boyfriend is freaking out over your last nights make outs, come reassure him or I’ll have your head xoxox

Then one to Patton:

Yo, Pappy, mind if I come hang around yours for a bit, I have a feeling my room is going to be occupied with two nerds grossly making out for the rest of the night xoxoxoxoxox

And he sighs, looking back at Virgil, ready to fill in the time with some good old-fashioned romantic advice till Logan arrives.

“Look, dude,” he says, taking his ear bud out and sitting on the edge of his bed opposite Virgil’s very position, “he likes you, a lot, he’s just bad with feeling and shit. I don’t really know if he’s gay but he’s into you, he was full on making out with you for god knows how long last night and has been eying you up for weeks now trying to work up the courage to make a move, you know, just like you, you emo nightmare.”

Virgil still doesn’t look convinced, eyebrows furrowed, and lips pulled into a pout almost, “but…” he starts only to weakly trail off. Roman sighs.

“Virge, you’re a catch whether you like to believe it or not,” he starts, looking Virgil right in the eye, still staring at him when he blushes and looks to the ground, “you’re smart and witty and a little cynical but I’m sure Logan finds that endearing, plus you’re hot so… that’s a plus.”

Virgil laughs, half hearted and weak but it’s a start.

“But seriously, if you and him don’t get together soon I will scream, you’re meant to be, call it true love,” he finishes dramatically flopping onto his back with his hands in the air, “and I get to be your best man when you two get married!”

And Virgil opens his mouth to respond, something witty or cynical no doubt, but is cut off by three brisk knocks at the door. So, he gets up and opens it to reveal a somewhat messy Logan on the other side, wearing nothing but a grey low V-necked t-shirt and jogging pants as well as trainers, his hair mussed too (as if he’s been running his hand through it constantly which he has) and he doesn’t look as if he’s slept much last night. And Virgil hates how his heart jumps to his throat at the mere sight of the other man.

“That is my cue to leave,” Roman announces, slipping on his trainers and bomber jacket before squeezing past the soon to be couple, “and don’t wait up for me I’ll be at Patton’s.”

Just like that’s he’s gone down the corridor which Logan is still currently standing in.

Virgil steps to the side letting Logan in with a silent nod and letting the door shut behind him. Logan looks awkward as hell just standing there, not looking at Virgil but rather around their room. Virgil goes to tell him to sit down but Logan moves closer to him, looking at him weirdly before seeming to gather up the courage to reach out and hold both of his hands with his own. It’s sort of sweet in an awkward, stiff way that Logan doesn’t know how to be otherwise – unless he’s a little tipsy of course.

“Look, V,” Logan says with such seriousness in his voice that Virgil’s heart drops, he’s waiting for the ‘it was a drunken mistake’ or the ‘it’s me not you’ but that’s not what comes.

“I like you, Virgil, I really like you a lot but I’m not good at this,” he says, gesturing with his head to the intertwined fingers, “I’m not good with feelings or with physically showing them like, you know, like Roman does or even Patton, I’m not a physical person but, well, last night we kind of…” he trails off, cheeks flushing a pretty red and Virgil can’t help the warmth he feels in his chest, a smile creeping onto his face.

“We made out, L,” he offers, snarky but quiet, fond, as if anything louder would break what they have.

“We, um, yes, we did,” Logan stutters out, clearly trying to get his thoughts together into coherent words, “we did. And I don’t want you to think that’s all it was, that’s all I want because, well, because I really like you, and I realise I’m talking around in circles.” He gives a weak laugh, forced to try and prompt Virgil into talking to him, to reassure him that he hasn’t read this wrong and the Virgil may feel the same.

“I think I get it, L,” he says softly, brushing his fingers over the back of Logan’s hands, “you like me, you like like me, you have romantic feelings towards me.”

Logan laughs lightly at the serious words from Virgil, maybe a deflection to avoid using the L-word. And Virgil doesn’t want to use that word either, not just yet.

“But I like you too, Lo,” he says, all serious again, “I like you very much and I didn’t want to ruin our friendship by saying something so soon and last night well I didn’t know if you meant anything by it or not, I was just paranoid and scared because what if it ruined us forever, what if you never wanted to speak to me again, what if-” He pauses to take a harsh breath, focusing on the way Logan’s hands tighten around his own to ground him.

“Virgil,” Logan says, one hand leaving Virgil’s own to gently and hesitantly cup Virgil’s jaw, “I would never leave you, you could never do anything to make me hate you or stop being your friend, I care for you far too much, V.”

And, god, does that make Virgil feel a little bit sick. But in a good way.

“I- Lo, I…” he tries to get his words out, but he can’t, his words catch in his throat and he feels choked up.

“Hey, no, V, none of that,” Logan says, pausing for a moment and hesitating before pulling Virgil into a hug, it’s loose but warm and comforting. And Virgil sags into it, resting his head on Logan’s shoulder and taking some deep breaths, merely enjoying the closeness of the other.

They’ll talk about this all later, about officially becoming boyfriends, and Roman will ring them and ask if they’ve ‘sorted their shit out’ and Virgil will hang up on him only to be called by Patton and tell him everything as Logan lays against him, eyes closing and his head right over Virgil’s heart. And Virgil cannot wait.

#fanfic #analogical #royality #college au #university au #getting together #fluff #pining #making out #virgil sanders #anxiety sanders #logan sanders #logic sanders #roman sanders #creativity sanders #patton sanders #morality sanders #el writes #fluffysidesstuff

[slothgiirl]

shadowplay ch 4

You finally go grocery shopping after work on friday, grabbing plenty of bread and fruit and mostly yogurt that doubles as both breakfast and a snack and some beans while your at it. Nothing like homemade beans.

This part of adulthood was awful, not just working but actually having to come home and do things. You better understood why your mum and dad got annoyed when they got home and you still hadn't done the dishes.

You think of texting Alex this but think better of it. You weren't quite friends. So you send a text to Sam instead.

Her succinct reply is grow up babes.

You'd last seen her an hour ago during work and she'd gone to get drinks with Matt and Vy but you'd been an adult and gone to get groceries.

And then you get home and eat toast with jam and one of the apples you got. Hardly an actual meal.

Your phone buzzes. Alex <3 flashing on the lock screen. want 2 gt drinks. Which is so unAlex you immediately call him.  

"Who are you and what have you done to Alex," you joke and hope he picks up on it. Maybe he was right about calling being better after all. Not that you'd ever tell him that. He'd be unbearably smug.

"Love," he answers with a laugh, "just Zack here thinking he was being funneh. But the offer still stands if your up for it? I know works been busy." It was nice of him to give me an easy out. But staying in on a Friday night was terribly depressing.

"Where?"

You take the tube over to a more fashionable area of east london, over in Hackney. The bars themed like a seventies magazine interpretation of a living room, playing early Bowie.

Alex greets you with a kiss on your mouth, soft and lingering just enough that you feel off kilter, unable to hide the stiffness in your shoulders. Here where everyone can see.

And then your taking a seat and shaking Zack's hand. Alex ordering you a cranberry vodka. The same drink you'd been buying since you realized beer was gross. "Working on some stuff here in London," he shrugs.

"Still quite offended you didn't ask to stay at mine," Alex pouts, clearly on his way to drunk, hand resting on your tigh. You can't not be hyperaware of his touch, electric against your skin.

"I did think of you," Zack protests, "but Allison, my old roommate asked first and I said yes. Besides man you like dropped off the face of the earth. Holed up."

"I like to decompress," he states, sipping at his beer. "And this one here has me flying back."

You snort, "well you offer," you lie because you refuse to be a fake bitch. If this is all fake, then your going to be the fake version of yourself you teenage self would've been proud of. "And I'm not going to say no Al!"

Alex smiles boyishly charming, and really does anyone buy his cool guy act when he's so obviously a sweetheart. You can imagine him going out of his way to help an old lady carry her bags upstairs.

"Ahh," Zack laughs, "and he said he didn't want to bhover you," he finishes in a terrible cockney accent. Americans. "This is exactly why Miles and Matt didn't invite you on our little getaway we have coming up."

Suddenly alert, Alex goes, "what! What trip!"

Zack giggles. "Just a little boys trip. Breanna was going to go but she said it'd be too much testosterone for her to stomach alone."

"And I wasn't invited?"

"Guess you were too busy," Zack says smugly. Before turning to you, "Forgive me for texting you under false pretenses but it's Alex. Gotta get things out of him somehow."

"Really," you wonder out loud, "I've never had any trouble with that. He just rambles a bunch."

"Oi," Alex protests, looking faux betrayed at you, like a puppy when you refuse to give them more treats, "you going with them?"]

Zack nods. "I'm guessing you know about the bands?"

"I do," you reply, finishing your drink and feeling the drunk giddyness bubble up in you, Alex's hand on your tigh warm as he rubs circles into your skin. It had been brilliant of you to change into a mini skirt that had survived many a trips to the club. "Which one are you in?"

"The last shadow puppets though it's really Alex's and Miles' baby." You make a note to listen to some songs.

You turn to Alex, catching him staring at you with the dreaminess of the blissfully drunk, face flushed, "Have a favorite child?"

He shakes his head, "that's comparing apples to oranges darling."

"Least you could do," you tease him, exciting laughter out of him.

"You guys should both come though," Zack offers, "bet Breanna would come then and that would make Helders happy as fuck!"

"When's the trip," you ask, curious though by then this will be over. Maybe you and Alex can be amicable fake exes. You'd never managed to stay friends with any past lovers. But that was because a) you lived in different places and drifted apart and b) they were assholes though that was only really your last boyfriend.

"In two months. We've rented a cabin in Northern California. There's a lake. It looks sick."

You look at Alex and hope he's not too drunk to say something plausible, smiling in amusement as he taps in tune with the beat to the music playing. You would recognize Donna Summer anywhere.

"I don't know mate," Alex shrugs, looking over at you, his eyes meeting yours, trying to gauge your response, "probably can't get work off with this late of a notice?"

That wasn't true at all. And you had so many saved up vacation days apart from the mandatory ones. But it was nice that Alex had already found an excuse. "I'll have to see," you add, making sure to look adoringly at Alex, not a hard thing to do, it was much harder to keep a straight face, to keep from laughing when you felt so light and bubbly after a few drinks, his leg bumping into yours as he taps the beat playing, like you were heartbroken over the idea of not being able to go with him and his friends.

"Just let me or the boys know," Zack tells you both. "Breanna would probably love too come if she wasn't the only girl." Then orders a round and you all proceed to get comfortably drunk.

Zack telling you all about his touring misadventures and a memorable skinny dipping adventure where the band had forgotten where they'd hidden their clothes. Alex chiming in about his and Matt's adventure to procure weed "or something with a bit more of a kick," in the early days and spending one hundred dollars on bunk acid.

"Fooking wankers," he mutters.

"In college someone got some prerolled joints and a bunch of us were all psyched to go smoke it after school," you tell the boys, blushing at the memory of your dumb antics, "all nerdy kids who did not know how to roll a joint and we forgot to get a lighter."

"No fooking way love," Alex laughs in delight. "I would've rolled you the best joint."

You wrinkle your nose, "I prefer edibles if I'm being honest. Or shrooms. Did you see how microdosing blew up all of a sudden?"

Zack slaps the table, "and among moms of all people!"

"Mums be getting lit!"

You offer to go order the next round, two more beers and a cranberry vodka. Asking politely if there wasn't a strokes song that would fit into the theme.

The man behind the bar hands you the drinks and waves you off with, "drag queen works."

The song starts as you get back to the table, placing the drinks down.

"The strokes," Alex drunkenly proclaims, "what kind of witchcraft 'ave you done love?" He pulls you close against him before kissing you madly, tasting of beer and tobacco against your mouth, not a hit of pretending about it, as you stiffen in his arms in surprise before melting against his touch not even a second layer.

To your surprise, instead of feeling relief when he pulls away, singing along with Zack who also knows the words, it's a sharp yearning, the sudden prick of a needle in your finger. It's stupid. You're being stupid.

Alex would've never given you a second glance if it hadn't been for Arielle. And why would he when he went around dating girls like Arielle, models who were sweet on top of being insanely beautiful.  

And now you just want to go home.

Instead you laugh it off, "I just asked nicely Al. Works wonders."

Zack snorts, "their new stuff is so underrated."

"It is," Alex cries out.

"Oh my god you are drunk!"

"And happy! I'm so happy you came love! I wasn't sure you would."

"Only for you Alex." Which is true in more ways than one. You doubt you would have agreed to all this with just anyone. No. Alex was special. Enough charisma to charm the whole world.

He leans into kiss you again, with the same hunger as before and reluctantly you pull away, still unsure about that thrum of want running through your veins and what to do about it. Now was not the time to figure that out. "Time to go home," you suggest and hope Zack goes his own way. As funny as he's been, you need a cold shower and to remind Al he's not actually dating you.

Alex nods eagerly, sliding cash on the table and waving a hastily goodbye to Zack.

He flags a cab down for you both and gives the driver your address, his arms still wrapped around your shoulders, holding you close to him. It's too much. He's just drunk. And you don't want to do anything stupid with him. Not with the lie. You'd much rather be good friends at the end of all this.

"Al," you protest, slipping out of his hold as he goes in to press another kiss to your lips, "no."

He looks like a kicked puppy, wide eyes and pouty lips, but doesn't make another move, gaze focused on you with an embarrassing amount of earnestness.

"You can't-," you start, "you can't have things both ways. And we agreed. There's lines."

With obvious reluctance he nods, "sorry love," he slurs, slumping in his seat, looking out the window of the cab.

"It's okay," you tell him, because who hasn't been drunk and made bad decisions, settling down next to him again. The heat of his body doing wonders to take the edge off.

It's just Alex.

You both come up into your flat.

"You sure it's alright," Alex slurs, wavering in the doorway looking as unsure as you feel, "I'll be fine at home."

"I'll sleep a lot better knowing your fine," you tell him, "come on rockstar," and drag him in. He's drunk. And you care about him too much to just let him go off on his own.

You both collapse into your bed, fourteen minutes past three in the morning. "I haven't been out so late in ages," you tell him. "My ex, Tom, he always said it was because I'm not fun." It had made you feel like shit but having just gotten your job, you had worked hectic hours and as the newbie you hadn't been in a position to ask for whatever schedule suited you best. And after a long day at work, going out was not something you wanted when you were home.

"You're loads of fun love," Alex whispers back, taking your hand in his, rubbing circles into the back of your hand with his thumb, "I always have a hell of a time when I'm with you. That's what matters. Not snorting a few rails of coke though that can be fun too."

"I've only ever done shrooms and that was in Amsterdam. In the tulip fields."

"Rockstar love. I've got you beat."

You roll your eyes, "what happened to not wanting to sound like a bloody twat?"

Alex laughs, sending heat down your spine. It makes you glad for the obscurity the dark lends, making you a mere outline when you feel like a burning star.

It doesn't take long for you to fall asleep once you lapse into comfortable silence.

Alex is gone by the time you wake up. A glass of water on your bedside table thoughtfully left by him.

#Alex Turner #alex turner fanfic #alex turner imagine #alex turner x reader #Shadowplay

[candyshua]

Intertwined | Chapter Four - That’s Just How The Cookie Crumbles

Kim Mingyu was your best friend, your knight in shining armor, your crush, your everything. But sadly, you were not his.

After getting his girlfriend pregnant in his fourth year of college, the two of them moved away to America after graduation. And then, you were all alone.

Meet Yoon Jeonghan, your current best friend. An aspiring video game designer, he has been your rock for 5 years. He helped you through so much drama. You would be surprised to learn that he was madly in love with you. What happens when Mingyu comes back to Korea?

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 970

Warnings: Foul language

A/N: i decided to continue this story since it got so much love!!! thank you all for supporting me <33 sorry this chapter is so short, but please tell me if you’re team mingyu or team jeonghan!!! and please please please (!!!) leave feedback, it is very much appreciated.

Jeonghan was surprised to hear a knock on his door at the ripe time of 3 in the fucking morning. It was one of those nights where he stayed up playing video games, getting a little bit lost in reality. He stumbled to the door, and smiled when he came face to face with you. Soon, that smile dropped once he saw how much of a mess you were.

“Y/N?” Jeonghan asked worriedly. Instead of saying anything, you just crashed into his arms while being a sobbing mess. Jeonghan was utterly confused, wondering what the hell happened. You stood like that for a while, just being vulnerable in his arms. After a little bit, you pulled away.

“He’s back.” You murmured.

“Who’s back?” Jeonghan questioned.

“Mingyu.”

And with that, Jeonghan felt his heart sink into his stomach. That one man was your absolute weakness, the one who could make you do anything. And it sucked, at least it did to Jeonghan, because it wasn’t him. Jeonghan wasn’t the one with that power over you, he was just your best friend, your sidekick, your platonic buddy.

He would never be Mingyu. And for a while, that was okay, because Jeonghan let himself relish in the placid fact (or so it seemed) that Mingyu was never going to come back. Maybe Jeonghan wouldn’t be drowning in unrequited love forever, maybe you would come around soon.

Alas, Jeonghan didn’t expect this. He didn’t expect your first love to come back and undo all the progress Jeonghan has made. It fucking sucked, to say the least.

It sucked because Jeonghan was madly in love with you. He knew he was in love with you ever since you first got drunk in front of him, at that company dinner so long ago. You were hiccuping, and he took you home.

During the car ride home, you put on music through your phone, singing loudly, and quite beautifully. Jeonghan noticed your particularly powerful voice, and he kind of basked in it for a little bit. That moment was nothing but pure bliss, nothing but pure love. But, it had to come to an end, just like everything in Jeonghan’s life.

You sat on Jeonghan’s couch, eyes distant and vacant. Jeonghan had wondered what went on, since you seemed quite traumatized.

“So uh...Are you gonna tell me what happened?”

You could barely look Jeonghan in the eye. You felt so fucking guilty, for some reason unbeknownst to you. You swallowed a lump in your throat and shook off any feeling of anxiety.

“It was coincidental. I saw him at a fucking cafe...And then shit went down? I don’t really know, Han. He kind of confessed to me, telling me he had loved me ever since I confessed to him.”

“What? When did you confess to him?” Jeonghan interrupted, feeling dread starting to sink into his bloodstream. He wanted nothing but to disappear into nothingness, so he wouldn’t exist at all. So he wouldn’t have to taste this bitter flavor of unrequited love.

“When I was drunk, apparently. Years ago. He’s loved me ever since then...So um, we kissed.”

“Oh.”

A thick silence hung in the air for god knows how long, the two of you waiting for the other one to speak. You wanted to apologize, but you didn’t have a good reason to. Jeonghan then realized that his time was almost running out, that you weren’t going to magically fall in love with him.

“I felt guilty.” You admitted, resulting in Jeonghan’s eyes widening. He looked at you with apprehensive eyes, anticipating what you were going to say next.

“Why?” Jeonghan asked hesitantly.

“I thought of you, Han, and I just did.”

Jeonghan’s heart melted when you said those words. He didn’t know whether to feel ecstatic or melancholy. He wanted to cry and laugh. Needless to say, his feelings were very juxtapositional.

“Why’d you think of me?” Jeonghan asked, wanting to coax the words he has wanted to hear for so long out of you. Please say it, Y/N. Please tell me you like me, Jeonghan thought.

“Because I think I like you.” You admitted, shutting your eyes closed in absolute embarrassment. Lucky for Jeonghan, you didn’t see the huge smile that broke out on his face. It wasn't a total victory, since Mingyu was back, but it was progress.

Maybe Jeonghan wasn’t destined to be stuck in the sticky web of unrequited love.

“Um, Y/N?” Jeonghan whispered timidly.

“Yes, Jeonghan?”

“I like you too. I have been liking you, for a very long time. So, there’s no need to be shy.”

You opened your eyes, staring directly at Jeonghan. You felt a huge tsunami of guilt crash into you. You didn’t deserve someone as angelic as Jeonghan! Jeonghan deserved someone completely faithful, not a confused woman like you.

“All I ask is that you give me some time. Nothing is definite, and I’m kind of a mess right now.” You pleaded.

Jeonghan smiled sadly, letting the reality of the situation sink in. Maybe it wasn’t unrequited love, but it sure was bad timing.

“Okay.” Jeonghan smiled, trying to hide the utter sadness threatening to tear him apart. Jeonghan didn’t know why, but he hated Mingyu.

After a little bit, Jeonghan walked you home. You had said your goodbyes, and you were about to walk into your apartment complex, until Jeonghan stopped you.

“Y/N!” He shouted. You turned around, feeling the anticipation bubble in your stomach. “I may have not been with you since the beginning, but I”ll be with you until the end. I promise.”

You had believed him wholeheartedly. You always knew you could trust Jeonghan.

He was your best friend after all. He may have not had been there in the past, but he was here now. That’s what matters, isn’t it?

#jeonghan #yoon jeonghan #svt #seventeen #seventeen x reader #svt x reader #mingyu #kim mingyu #kim mingyu x reader #mingyu x reader #yoon jeonghan x reader #jeonghan x reader #svt x reader fluff #seventeen x reader fluff #seventeen x reader angst #svt x reader angst #svt x reader smut #seventeen x reader smut #kpop #kpop angst #kpop fluff #kpop smut #kpop x reader

[askvenomandthekids]

chocolate cake and sloppy kisses (venom x reader)

author’s note: school’s getting me stressed out again, and this time, i wanna write something FLUFFY. what are the odds? 

genre: humor/romance/fluff

taglist: @readsalot73sebastianstanfoundmymixtape@threshprince@demonhunter1616 @deaths-maiden @killercatastrophe 

Honest to god, you love Eddie, but it’s going to take time for you to get used to his freaky alter ego, Venom. 

Yeah, that Venom. Venom, classified public menace who casually eats human brains for fun, Venom. To be fair, Eddie and that thing only target ‘bad people.’ But the way they go about disposing bad people...it always brings chills down your spine. You try not to think about it too much.

Eddie is still the man you loved, and nothing can change that - not even a freaky alien sentient BDSM costume could change that. At least, you’d like to think this. 

You do your best to treat your boyfriend the same way you did before, but things are definitely different. For one thing, Eddie doesn’t sleep at night anymore. He and Venom go out for...’hunting.’ 

And when Eddie does return from these hunts, he doesn’t try to hide the evidence of his night activity. You can see the bloodstains on his clothes, and smell the revolting scent of gore clinging to his skin. Whenever he returns to you like that, you always force him to take a shower.

The cherry on top of it all, is that, Venom became apart of your life.

It’s like a shadow that darts off in the corner of your eye. When you’re up especially late at night, you manage to catch glimpses of a monstrous black-shaped thing crawling through the windows and prowling through the apartment. So far you’ve never attempted to strike a conversation with it. You love Eddie, but you’re not sure if you could say the same for the symbiote. 

That all changed though, when you decided to bake late at night.

Humming, you pour about three cups of flour into a bowl. Bursts of white cloud explode in the air. Flour is already dusting your cheeks and hands. Faint music crackles from the radio. You left the window wide open for the chilly night breeze to come in. It’s a peaceful Friday night. 

Also, a perfectly good time to bake some good old fashioned chocolate cake. 

You meticulously measure salt, baking powder, cocoa powder, and sugar, dumping them all into one huge bowl. You stir until the contents become a subtle dusty brown. Satisfied, you begin to work on your wet ingredients. Cracking eggs, adding vanilla extract, oil, milk and what not. 

Baking has always been second nature. You already memorized the recipe by heart. Eddie especially loves your cooking. It always made your heart swell when you would see his tired face light up after a bite of some cake you made. 

Speaking of Eddie, you wonder if he was going to come home late tonight. Maybe you’ll be able to surprise him. 

In ten minutes, you perfected and created the batter. You might’ve made too much, though. The batter had to be spilt between two bowls. You shrug to yourself. Eddie always had a big appetite. You’ll manage. Turning to the shelves, you dig around for some pots and pans. 

As you’re searching, you hear something shuffle behind you. It sounds like someone is licking away at something - 

You whip around, just in time to see Venom’s misshapen and sinewy figure hunched over a bowl. It’s freakishly long tongue is madly lapping away at one of the chocolate batter bowls. If you don’t do something quick, you’re sure the symbiote would go for seconds.

“Venom!” You shout, forgetting all fear and common sense for a moment. 

You march over, and snatch the other untouched bowl. Venom stops its gorging and a growl vibrates from its chest. You back away, and brandish your cooking spoon as a weapon.

“No! That’s not for eating!” You scold, and lightly smack the space between Venom’s eyes. 

They both narrow, and the growling intensifies. It edges closer to you. Reality comes crashing back, and you suddenly remember who you’re trapped in the kitchen with. You raise your hands defensively and slowly put down the spoon. Venom paces towards you, flexing its claws.

“MORE. WE WANT MORE.” Demanding, it snaps its jaws open and close to prove its point. 

“No.” Somehow you managed to speak without screaming. “I’m baking something, and if you eat the rest of this batter, then there’ll be no chocolate cake for any of us.”

The creature pauses, and tilts its head.

“CHOCOLATE...CAKE?” It repeats, sounding almost in awe. Venom lowers its head to sniff at the liquidy batter. You hold the bowl farther away from its face, just in case. “YOU CAN MAKE...CHOCOLATE?”

“Erm, yeah, sure thing big guy.” 

A tentacle like tongue is dragged across its fangs. Saliva begins dripping uncontrollably out the sides of its mouth. Its smile grows impossibly wider.

“THEN MAKE. MAKE CAKE.”

Would saying ‘please’ kill it? You try to hide your fear by rolling your eyes.

“Okay big guy, wait it out, will you?”

You turn your back, and will yourself to stop shaking. It won’t hurt you. At the end of the day, it’s Eddie, right? So they both won’t hurt you. It’s just super, super surreal and freaky. 

Venom hungrily watches from the corner of the room, as you pour the batter into a pan and shove it into the oven.

“WHERE’S CAKE?” It hisses, craning its head towards the oven.

You put your hands on your hips.

“It has to cook. We both have to wait now.” You secretly wish the symbiote would go away and give back your Eddie, but from the looks of it, this monster will wait out the chocolate cake. Just only about an hour you need to spend with this thing. Not a big deal. You can do this. You try psyching yourself up. You just have to kill some time. 

Icing! You can’t forget icing. You turn your back to Venom, and delve back into the cupboards. It’s surprisingly keen and quiet, watching you move around the kitchen. Your hands fly as you dump powdered sugar, cocoa powder, and melted butter into a bowl. You rapidly begin to stir. 

Don’t look. Don’t look. You chant to yourself, but you can feel its wicked pale gaze burning into your temple. Your hands shake so much, you spilled some icing on your hand. 

“Damn.” You curse, and try brushing hair from your face. You only succeed in smearing more icing across your cheek. “Just fantastic.”

Deep in thought, you fail to notice Venom creeping in close. You sigh, setting the bowl down so you can wash your hands. You then turn around at the worse possible timing. Venom’s gaping maws wide open, a prehensile tongue snaking out its mouth. You freeze up completely. Your heart practically stopped. 

You shut your eyes, expecting for its mouth to chomp off your face. 

Instead, something warm and wet slobbers your cheek. You gasp and your eyes fly open. Venom is close to your face, licking your right cheek. Then, he moves on to your hands.

His lengthy tongue easily licked away any icing you had on you. It faintly tickled. You tried not to giggle while Venom was cleaning you up. This should’ve come off as unsanitary and slightly disgusting, but contrary, it actually feels a little pleasant.

And you can’t help but notice the way Venom held you. Its caresses are gentle and soft. Needless to say, this treatment is something you wouldn’t expect from something as monstrous like Venom. Maybe you misjudged its character.

After a minute, its finished, and Venom backs away. It tenderly traces your cheek.

“SWEET.” It grinned, licking its lips. “YOU TASTE SWEET, LITTLE CRUMB.”

author’s note: hope this wasn’t TOO weird, lol.

#venom #venom 2018 #venom x reader #eddie brock x reader #marvel fanfiction #one shot

[jlalafics]

I’d love to see you write this for Everlark: My friend dragged me to this party and I just saw my ex quick make out with me. :)

Thank you @que-sera-sera88! Hope you like it! I needed a little refresher…

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“Where is everybody?” My roommate Johanna shouts into my earover the blasting techno music. “And, why is it so crowded in here?”

Capitol is our local bar and a walking distance from our condo.We’re often here on Friday nights to celebrate the end of our respective work shifts.Johanna is the CFO of a new startup in SOMA (South of Market) while I work for GuestServices at the Conservatory of Flowers in Golden Gate Park.

As you can tell, our financial brackets are very different.

However, Johanna never blinked an eye when I showed up ather doorstep one year ago on a foggy Saturday morning in tears—and in mypajamas.

“Jesus Katniss…what are you wearing?” she asks as she helpsme out of my jacket.

I look down at my fitted black trousers and rust orange t-shirt.“It’s what I wore to work!”

Johanna sighs, her sharp eyes looking me over inexasperation.

“You look like your vagina is impenetrable.”

“I do not!” Yes, maybe the shirt could be a littlesexier…but I was just here for a beer. “And, what the hell am I supposed to doanyway? I’m not walking back home.”

“Must I do everything?”

She yanks me by the hand towards the back of the bar to the women’srestroom. Pushing through the door, we go to the full-length mirror in theback. Around us, women are going in and coming out of the stalls. Others areapplying makeup in front of the sink mirrors.

“Take off your bra,” Johanna suddenly says.

I cup my miniscule breasts protectively. “No!”

“You have very little tit and the bit you do have is coveredin this uniboob bra,” my friend responds. Without warning, she reaches under myshirt and unhooks it quickly. There’s a struggle and somehow, she triumphs inthe end as my cotton bra is suddenly in her hands. “Holy shit—what the hell isthis?”

“It’s a bra!”

“No, this is a joke.” Somewhere behind me, someone snorts ather words. “How the hell am I supposed to introduce you to anyone in this?”

Discarding my bra into a nearby trash bin, Johanna puts herhands on my shoulders.

“Don’t hide away. You’ve been mourning too long.”

With a weary sigh, I give in. “Alright, do what you have todo.”

Johanna smiles, giving me a quick hug before she pulls awayto examine me. “The shirt…” Her index finger goes to her chin. “I got it!” Shegathers the fabric so it’s tight against my body and then knots the excessfabric so my shirt is now cropped. Then she kneels to bring the hem of my pantsto my ankles. “Now what?”

“Her hair, honey.”

We look behind us to see a woman who has just finishedputting on her lipstick staring at us. She is all long legs, Ruby Woo red lips,and big hair.

“Undo the braid,” she suggests. “I’m a hair stylist—my salonis between Sutter and Post.” The woman gives us a pretty smile. “I’m Portia.”Reaching, she takes the elastic from the tip of my braid and unravels my darkhair. “Very nice…good texture…”

Portia makes quick work of my hair, smoothing it in one spotthen reaching into her bag for a comb to tease some other parst. When I’mfinished, I am looking at a stranger in the mirror with pretty face-framingwaves.

“Thanks Portia,” I tell her appreciatively. “It’s been along time since anyone has even noticed my hair.”

“She was in a bad spot last year,” Johanna tells her.“Boyfriend left her…for his assistant.”

“Well, you know what?” Portia smiles at me. “It’s hisloss…and I have a feeling tonight is going to be special.”

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Johanna looks at the screen of her cell. “Running late? Dothey have no sense of time?”

I nurse my glass of whiskey against the bar. “Who?”

“Some family from Berkeley.” She quickly types back.“They’re running into traffic on the bridge.”

“Excuse me?” We turn to see a very good-looking hipster—hehas horn-rimmed glasses and very tight jeans—offering his hand to Johanna. “Doyou want to dance?”

She grins and looks to me in question.

I push her towards him. “Go on! I’ll be right here when youget back.”

“I won’t be long…”

However, by the look of lust in my friend’s eyes, I have afeeling that I’ll be needing to wear headphones when I get back home.

I don’t mind though.

Johanna has been really good to me. I met her during aninternship with her former company. We’re both Bay Area natives—a raritynow—and bonded over our love for sushi burritos and movie singalongs at theCastro Theater.

That was years ago.

Johanna has made strides in her career and can afford theastronomical San Francisco rent.

I’m just her thirty-year-old roommate who spends her days ina humid greenhouse telling people not to touch the flowers.

“I like your necklace.”

I follow the deep timbre and my eyes turn to the dirty-blond,blue-eyed man suddenly next to me. My gaze wanders from his gorgeous face, downhis fitted white tee displaying washboard abs, past the jeans—oh God, don’t look at his crotch—andfinally to the leather oxfords.

“What?” I manage to push out.

He reaches over to the pendant pressed against my shirt,fingering it gently. “Primrose.”

My mouth widens into a smile. “How did you know?”

“I worked as a gardener when I was in college,” he explains.The man smiles at me. “Why this flower?”

“My sister’s name,” I explain.

“That’s different,” the man replies and snorts. “My nameisn’t any better.” He holds his hand out. “I’m Peeta, by the way.”

I shake his hand, ignoring the warm current rushing throughmy skin. “Katniss.” I look around for Johanna, who has somehow disappeared withthe hipster. “What brings you here?”

“Meeting someone for a little reunion,” he tells me. “I’vebeen in London for two years.”

“London?” That bit of wanderlust grips me. I’ve never beenanywhere—too timid to leave my hometown. “And, what did you do there?”

“International relations, of sorts,” Peeta says. “I’m amusic producer and the artists that I’ve been working with were from the UK.”

I nod. “Impressive.”

Looking around, I spot Johanna in a far corner of the packedbar, her arms around Hipster Boy with his glasses perched atop her head.

Suddenly, the hairs on the back of my neck prickle and myeyes go to a couple just a few feet away from her.

The dark-haired man wears a fitted flannel shirt and I fist myhands remembering that I had picked out that very flannel shirt for him yearsago. Next to him in a black body-con dress that I would never wear and a body Iwould never ever have was the golden beauty he left me for.

Of all places, why did Gale have to be in this bar?

“Please don’t look this way,” I mutter under my breath.

There must be someone up there who hates me because I seehis perfectly-coiffed head begin to turn my way­—

“Peeta, I know that this is completely out of left field,but my ex is here with the woman he left me for and I just can’t let him see me.So…if it’s not too weird…would you make out with me?”

Peeta chuckles softly—probably at my flaming-hot face—beforepulling me flush against his oh-so-tight body and cupping my cheek with hisfree hand.

“Remember, we’re madly in love, so it’s all right to kiss me—”His mouth presses fully onto mine and I taste whiskey—his or mine, I have noidea—against my tongue. He suddenly pulls away, his forehead against mine. “—anytimeyou feel like it.”

My mind is blank, still reliving the feel of his lips onmine and the taste of him. There’s a flux of heat rushing through my body andpooling in my center. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything—or anyone—morethan I want the stranger in front of me.

“Again,” I manage to breathe out.

Peeta smirks—and somehow, he’s gotten even hotter. “Is yourex still watching us?”

“Who?”

He’s totally mindfucked me.

“Nevermind.” We’re pressed between barstools and the frictionis killing me. Peeta deeps into my mouth for another kiss and I’m a goner. Myarms are around him, my nails gripping the back of his shirt as we grindagainst one another.

Someone behind me tells the bartender to hose us down.

However, it all becomes a haze when Peeta’s hand weavesthrough my hair to deepen our kiss.

“HEY!” We reluctantly rip our mouths apart to glare at thebartender. “I don’t care if you hump your brains out but if you’re going to doit here then you best buy a drink!” He waves his hand at the crowd. “There areother people willing to take your spots.”

I meet Peeta’s eyes. “My place is a few blocks away.”

“Really?” Peeta grins. “I do have to meet someone here—”

“Katniss!” Johanna is rushing towards me sans Hipster Boy.Her eyes go to Peeta and she squeals before pulling him into hug. “Peeta, youmade it!” She ruffles his hair affectionately. “It’s been too long!”

“Too damn long!” Peeta agrees. “Cinna is outside, probablyon his fifth cigarette.” He looks around. “I thought you were bringing yourroommate?”

Johanna looks to me. “She’s right here!”

Peeta meets my eyes and I can see he’s trying to keep ittogether.

“Remember I told you that my mom remarried when I was incollege?” Johanna explains. “Well, I got a little brother out of it.”

My mouth goes dry. “Little brother?”

From what I felt, there is nothing little about Peeta.

“Stepbrother, actually,” my friend says, oblivious to thefact that I can no longer feel my face. “This is him. Katniss, this is mybrother Peeta. Peeta, this is my roommate Katniss.”

Peeta raises a brow before holding out his hand for me toshake. “Nice to meet you.”

I take his hand, suppressing my need to bring it between mylegs. “Nice to meet you, too.”

“He’s going to be bunking on our couch,” Johanna informs me.“Until he finds a place of his own, of course.”

Peeta gives me a smirk, his blue eyes heated as he looks atme. “Hope it’s okay for me to stay over.”

Stay forever.

I meet his stare. “Of course. Let me know if you needanything.”

“I will,” he responds.

There’s a shout and Johanna is pulled away by a coworker whojust entered the bar.

Peeta leans over, his mouth to my ear. “After all—” He nipsmy ear and I clench…everywhere. “—you owe me.”

FIN.

I know…totally open ended.

#que-sera-sera88 #Everlark #Everlark Drabble #Everlark one-shot #There's a little twist at the end... #Hehehe #Everlark AU

[jacksonroseroth]

Her And Him

Warnings: Smut

Words: 4,385

Moodboard made by me, pictures are not mine.

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It was another typical night at the club, the same boring horndog guys, more than ready and willing to shove their hands under her dress to try and get a taste. It just wasn’t her scene anymore. She’d outgrown the whole drunken stupor as she nursed her Long Beach Iced Tea. Thank God, there was someone in Dublin who knew how to make one. It’d been forever since she had one and she was never able to make it right.

So she sat there, in her booth, just watching the crowd make drunk decisions and fall over, a few frat guys who were here on spring break threw up. It was the usual scene and she was over it. She was only 25, yet she had spent so much time tied up with work, she wasn’t used to going out anymore. The only reason she was here tonight was for her friend’s birthday, those same friends were part of the drunken stupor that were on the dance floor tripping over their too high, high heels and spilling their drinks. She sighed and scanned the room as she sipped her drink.

“You look sad.” A voice said, making her jump and turn. A handsome smile with piercing blue eyes stared down at her. She smiled and gave a shrug.

“Not sad. Just bored.” She said. He laughed and said, “Well, still. Someone as gorgeous as you shouldn’t be alone, sad and bored.”

She smirked and leaned on her elbows, lacing her fingers under her chin. “Who said I was alone?” She asked. He chuckled and scooted into the booth, sitting close to her so they could speak without shouting over the music. She giggled and shifted, turning to him as he set his drink down. Now that he was closer, she saw his long hair was slicked back into a bun and he wore a simple black T-shirt with a medium length gray jacket and black jeans. He looked good. It definitely made her feel better about wearing a simple gray tank top and black skinny jeggings with a floral patterned shawl.

“Well, are you alone?” He asked her. She smirked down at her drink as he spoke, stirring it a little before tilting her head to the side to look at him with a chuckle.

“Technically, no. I’m here with my girls.” She said.

“Where are they? They just left you?” He asked. She shook her head.

“No. They’re out there on the floor.” She said. He took a quick glance, obviously not knowing what they looked like, then looked back at her.

“So, why aren’t you out there with them?” he asked. She shrugged and said, “I’m not too fond of old guys or barely legal boys trying to cop a feel. Crazy, I know.”

He chuckled and took a sip of his drink. “Well, anything else has to be better than sitting here waiting for your friends.” He said. She tossed her hair to one side and said, “Did you have something better in mind?”

He smirked and said, “Well, I hope I’m not being too forward, but I’ve got this apartment, kind of cool. It’s in the middle of Dublin and it’s got a pretty sweet view.”

“Oh?” She mused, softly. He chuckled and nodded.

“I’ve got my car so we can even go for a quick country drive...Maybe watch the sunrise?” He suggested. She laughed and shook her head.

“Wow. You really know what to say to get a girl to go weak in the knees, don't you?” She teased. He laughed and shrugged.

“It’s been useful a few times.” He said with a smirk, raising his glass to his lips, downing the rest of it. She giggled and took a few big sips of her own before he stood and held out a hand to her to help her out of the booth. She smirked and took it. She slid out of the booth and grabbed her clutch from the seat next to her. She turned to him and said, “I just need to let my girls know I’m leaving.”

He nodded and said, “Of course.” He turned and held out a hand to let her walk forward. She kept a hold on his hand as they weaved through the crowd, stopping for a moment. She felt a sudden urge come over her as he stayed close, sliding a hand over her hip to keep her from falling as she, indeed, teetered a little. She glanced back at him as a wicked smirk crossed his lips, leaning forward, trying for a kiss. She giggled and turned her head to the other side, swaying her hips as she pushed back against him. He held her waist and moved with her, moving his head to the other side and nipped at her ear gently. She giggled and turned to him, really starting to get into the song as she slid her arms around his neck as he held her closer.

“I thought this wasn’t your thing?” He teased in her ear. She giggled and said, “Well, if I already have a man dancing with me, it’s not so bad...If he’s good looking...I’ll let you know when I see him.”

He tossed his head back and laughed, she let out her own giggle as well, biting her lip, slightly. She was surprised at herself when she realized just how ready she was for this kid to take her home. He chuckled as he looked back down at her, moving his face closer as they swayed, their hands sliding and touching, their faces teasing to see who would make the move for the first kiss. Finally, she pulled away and tugged him along as she made her way through the crowd and found her friends.

“Anna!” She called over the music as they approached. Anna turned. “Hey, I’m going to take off!”

“What?! Why?! Come on, love! It’s my birthday!” Anna whined. She giggled and kissed Anna’s cheek.

“I know! But I met this guy and he’s really sweet.” She said. Anna looked over her shoulder, her eyes widening and her eyebrows raising at just how fit this man was.

“Oh, honey. Honey, take him home! And text me in the morning!” Anna giggled, madly. She giggled as Anna pushed past her to go to him. “Sweetheart, take care of my girl, yeah?! And if you don’t, we will find you!”

He chuckled and nodded. “I promise! You have my word!” He said. Anna giggled and turned back to her.

“Have fun, babes! Don’t forget to text me!” Anna said, giving her a big hug. She giggled and hugged Anna back before he took her hand and led her back through the crowd and out the door. The cool Dublin air hit her hard as they walked out and she teetered a little too much and almost fell over, but his hands shot out and grabbed her, holding her up as they both chuckled.

“I think I need to take my heels off.” She said, staring into the two gorgeous pools in his eyes. He chuckled and held her hand as she lifted her feet to slip out of her shoes, sighing at the cool cobblestones that lay under her feet. He chuckled and said, “Better?”

She nodded and said, “Much.”

He smiled and laced their fingers as they walked down the street, just talking and getting to know each other until they reached his car. He opened the door for her and she slipped in, pulling the door shut as he rounded the car to get into the driver’s side and take off. They rode in near silence with the windows down, the night sounds of Dublin giving way to the rural sounds of bugs and animals as he drove her around the countryside, just like he promised.

She closed her eyes and leaned into the wind as she inhaled the sweet scent of the countryside. “God, I miss this place.” She said, softly. He glanced at her and chuckled.

“Did you grow up here?” He asked. She looked at him and shook her head.

“No. California. But my family is from Ireland and I’ve visited a few times.” She said. He smiled at her as she lifted her hand to slide it over his as it rested on the gear shift. He chuckled and let her turn his hand over so she could lace their fingers together, before pulling his hand into her lap and smirking to herself as she gazed out the window as he drove through the country, back toward Dublin. As he drove, he rubbed his thumb over the back of her hand before he pulled his hand from her and rested it on her thigh. She smirked and shifted, biting her lip. He chuckled and slid his thumb over her thigh before sliding it more between her legs, inching up toward her. He rubbed her through the fabric, slightly, making her squirm around a little, already wet and gushing for him, her sex aching for the feel of his cock. She turned to him and asked, “How far to your place?”

He chuckled and said, “Not far. Don’t worry, kitten.”

She giggled and opened her legs a little more as he rubbed a little harder. He pulled his hand away, returning it to hers and laced their fingers once more. As he rode back into Dublin, he came to a stoplight. As he stopped, he turned to her and leaned over. She met him in the middle and their lips slid over each other in a deep kiss. She giggled and nipped at his lower lip, gently, before he pulled away as the light changed. After a while, and hitting no more red lights, he pulled up in front of a building and parked. He got out and went around the car to open her door and help her out. He slid an arm around her waist as he locked the car. A cold breeze swept past them, making her shiver as she huddled against him. They both chuckled and hurried into the building and into the elevator.

“Oh, just so you know, my roommate might be home. He might not, it’s still early, but he might be home with a girl himself.” He said, pressing the button for the top floor and leaning against the wall. She shrugged and said, “That’s fine. As long as he doesn’t try to fuck with you for bringing a girl home.”

She closed the space between them, leaning against him as she kissed him, slowly. He smirked as her lips slid over his and he slid his hands to her back and traveled up before slowly traveling down and cupping her bum, giving it a soft squeeze. She squeaked and giggled, pulling back from the kiss as he smirked and leaned closer to her to kiss her again. They stood there, kissing, until the elevator dinged and the doors slid open. He smirked and nipped at her lip before taking her hand and leading her out and down the hall, a ways, to a door. He dug his keys out of his pocket and unlocked the door, letting it swing open.

“Oh, hey, Marco. What are you doing home?” He asked as he walked in, shrugging off his jacket. Marco looked up and smiled, his smile soon turning to a smirk when she walked in. Marco chuckled and said, “Waiting for my girl. She said she wanted to, uh, freshen up.”

Marco snickered and looked her over. “Who’s your friend?” Marco asked, giving him a knowing look. He gave Marco a look right back and said, “Don’t worry about it. Night.”

He whisked her away, quickly, making her giggle madly, as they dashed down to his room and shut the door. Once the door had shut, she tossed her shawl off as he claimed her mouth, his hands flying straight to her bum and lifting it. She gave a small hop and wrapped her legs around his waist as they kissed while he carried her to the bed. He crawled on and laid her between his pillows before breaking away from her to tear off his shirt. She did the same before he descended on her, kissing down her neck. She let out a soft sigh as she tugged at his hair, pulling out his hair tie and running her fingers through his hair. He chuckled and looked up at her.

“I’m guessing hair is a thing for you?” He asked.

“Not really...But you make it look so good.” She teased, letting her hands travel down his chest to fiddle with his belt and zipper. He smirked and leaned down to kiss her again, letting her push his jeans down enough for him to kick them off. Once they were tossed away, he tugged at her jeggings, the pants easily slipping down her legs. She sighed and watched as he slowly tugged them completely off, running his hands over her smooth skin. She pushed his shoulder with her foot as she let out a soft chuckle. He began to lay soft kisses along her legs before pushing them down and open, settling himself between them. She arched up to reach behind her and unhook her bra, ripping it off and let it drop over the edge of the bed. He smirked and kissed his way up to nuzzle between her breast before latching on, sucking and nipping. She arched off the bed and sighed, sinking her fingers into his hair.

“Um, just-just so you know, I-I don’t, um, do this often…” She sighed.

“Do what?” He asked as he switched breasts. She glanced down at him and gave a soft moan.

“Um, the whole...Going home with a guy thing after just meeting him.” She said. He chuckled against her breast and looked up at her.

“You think I’m going to think you’re easy?” He asked. She bit her lip and nodded. He smiled and pulled himself up to kiss her slowly. “I never thought that. In fact, I really didn't think you’d come home with me after one cheesy line and a country drive. And I’d never think or call a girl easy, to begin with.”

She smiled and gave a giggle as he sealed his lips over hers, sliding a hand between them to slip into her panties and rub her clit. She moaned and broke the kiss, arching off the bed. He smirked and kissed down her neck as his other arm wrapped around her waist, holding her close. He groaned against her skin as he felt her clench around his fingers.

“Don’t let me come…” She breathed. He chuckled and looked at her.

“Why not?” He asked. She gave him a wicked smirk, suddenly feeling the alcohol talking as she said, “I want to come with your cock in me.”

He laughed and pulled his fingers out of her, tugging her panties down. She shifted to bring her legs together to allow him to tear the panties away before pushing himself back in between them.

“Such a dirty mouth.” He teased. She giggled and sighed.

“The alcohol comes and goes. The dirty goblin in me likes to play.” She teased. He laughed again and shook his head.

“Well, if you want to keep up the dirty talk, I’m fine with that.” He said. He pushed away his boxers and kicked them off. He kissed her deep and slow as he settled himself between her legs and slowly pushed his cock inside her. They both moaned into the kiss as he seated himself in her warmth that was already slick and ready for him. She hooked a leg over his hip and slowly rolled her hips, making him break the kiss with a groan as he tossed his head back. She giggled and slid her nails over his chest as he looked back down at her. “You are some kind of evil, aren’t you?”

“Only if you want me to be.” She said. His bright eyes seemed to darken a little as he began to thrust, making her eyes flutter closed with a moan as she moved with him, her hands finding their way up to his shoulders, gripping them.

“Does it feel good, kitten?” He purred in her ear, nipping at it, lightly. She moaned and nodded.

“Yes. So good…” She let out a soft whimper as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

“*Hey, bro. Do you have any-*” Marco opened the door and they both scrambled as he tugged the covers over them, blocking her from Marco’s view.

“Marco! You fucking cunt! Get out!” He yelled. Marco snickered and said, “I will. Once you let me borrow a condom, asshole.”

He growled at him, furiously digging through his nightstand before throwing the whole box at him.

“Now, get out.” He hissed. Marco snickered and shut the door. He sighed and pushed his hair back, turning back to her. “Sorry.”

She chuckled and shook her head, cupping his face and bringing it closer.

“It’s fine.” She said, softly. He smiled and kissed her, bringing her closer as he slowly started his thrusts again, trying to regain that lost moment.

“Mmm, fuck...I’m not wearing a condom either...Fuck…” He said, slowly slightly, but loving being in her so much he didn't want to stop. She shook her head and said, “I’m fine. I’m irregular. The doctors said it’d be a fucking miracle if I got pregnant.”

He chuckled and said, “That sucks. What about...The other stuff?”

She shook her head. “I’m clean. I used to make my boyfriends get tested with me all the time.” She sucked his lower lip into her mouth as he sped up. “Just make me come already.”

He snickered and pulled her hands from his body, pinning them against the mattress. She moaned and arched against him as he began to thrust, faster and harder, driving into her deeper as he went. She moaned and turned her head as she moved her hips along with him. He groaned and released her wrists, burying his face in her neck as he kissed and nipped and licked over her skin. She moaned and slid her hands under his arms, over his back and down to his ass, clutching it as she pushed him as he thrust in and out of her. She felt a hand on one of her cheeks, his nails digging into her skin as he rode her harder. She cried out softly and felt her walls clench around his cock, feeling him twitch in her as well.

“Yes. Yes...Do it.” She moaned. He moaned against her skin, letting his lips travel to her ear.

“Come for me, kitten. Come for me, I’m so close…” He said. She whimpered as her climax slammed into her body, sending shockwaves of pleasure over her with each of his thrusts. He groaned as his orgasm exploded from his balls and came, buried deep inside her. They moaned and groaned, their lips finding each other at one point until their collective pleasure slowly faded and he slowed. “Jesus Christ.”

She giggled and slid a hand through his hair as he sought his new favorite place in the crook of her neck. She smiled and shifted, still feeling his cock inside her. He peppered her neck in sweet, soft kisses as his hands traveled over her silky smooth, soft skin. She shivered at his touch and sighed.

“Well…” He said, pushing off of her to lay on his back. “That was definitely one for the books.”

She smiled and snuggled into his side as he looked down at her with a smile, sliding an arm around her. They kissed, soft and slow, while her hand traced his abs and his hand traveled down her side to cup her ass with a squeeze.

“Do you think you can take me home? Or should I call a cab?” She asked, softly. He blinked down at her, surprised. She blinked at him and said, “What?”

He chuckled. “You don’t want to stay? Little dove, I’m sure we can have more fun once the feeling fades.” He said. She chuckled and shifted to straddle him.

“Why wait?” She teased, reaching down to slide down on his cock. He groaned and held her waist, gripping her hips. She giggled and slowly began rolling her hips, tilting her head back with a soft moan. He looked her over, loving the pretty view of her riding his cock, and slid a hand up her stomach to cup her breast. She looked down at him and giggled, sliding a hand over his. She sped up in her movements, whimpering and moaning. He held her waist and lifted off the bed, trying to thrust into her even more as he moaned.

“Kitten, you look fucking gorgeous when you ride me.” He groaned with a smirk. She giggled and leaned down to kiss him. He held her close, letting her stay on top for a moment longer before flipping her and pushing her onto her stomach. He gripped her leg and lifted it as he slid back inside her, making her toss her head back with a moan. “You want me to control you? Or be sweet to you?”

She smirked and turned her head to him as he thrust, flicking out her tongue and slide across his lips. “Love me.” She said, softly. He smirked and slid a hand down her front, slipping his fingers over her clit and rubbing it slowly. She whimpered and gripped the sheets as he pulled her back against him as he rubbed and thrust.

“Can you come for me again, kitten? Do it. I know you can.” He whispered in her ear. She moaned and moved with him as she felt the onset of another orgasm. She whimpered and said, “Faster. Please, I-I need something else.”

He shifted and groaned, thrusting into her faster as his fingers also quickened. She moaned as she pushed back against him, her orgasm blooming over her, yet again. She moaned and shot a hand down to grip the wrist that was between her thighs.

“Yes…” She moaned. He groaned and sunk his teeth into her shoulder, only spurring on her pleasure. Her body started shaking as her orgasm grew rapidly. She tugged at his wrist, pulling it away as her pleasure ebbed away and he slowed. She moaned and slowly rolled her hips as he stopped, still wanting a taste as the feeling faded and was gone. She collapsed into the mattress and sighed as he turned her over and chuckled, kissing her slowly. She wrapped her arms around his neck and sighed, hooking a leg over his hip. “God damn, you know how to make a woman feel good.”

He chuckled and held her close as he rolled onto his back and pulled the sheets up around them. She settled herself on his chest and sighed, closing her eyes.

“Still want to leave?” He asked. She looked up at him and chuckled.

“Most guys have asked me to, so I just assumed…” She said with a shrug. He smirked and said, “I thought you didn't do this often?”

“I don’t. But when I have, they wanted me to leave right after.” She said with a soft laugh. He shook his head and chuckled.

“Assholes.” He said. He looked down at her and pushed her hair back. He kissed her again and said, “I would rather be hit by a bus than kick you out of bed.”

She gave him a look and giggled. “I bet you say that to all the girls.” She teased. He shrugged and said, “Only the good looking ones...I’ll let you know when I get one.”

She punched his shoulder as he howled with laughter. She rolled her eyes and giggled, shaking her head as she settled against him once more. He kissed her temple and held her close. Slowly, in a pleasant silence, they both fell asleep in each other’s arms.

~

The next morning, he woke to find her already halfway dressed. He groaned and pushed himself up, glancing out the window and turning onto his back to sit up.

“Hey, where are you going?” He asked, with a chuckle. She turned to him as she hooked her bra. She smiled and went to him.

“Well, as much fun as last night was...My girlfriends have been blowing up my phone. I forgot to tell them I’m alive.” She said, leaning down to kiss him. He chuckled and kissed her back.

“What, they don’t trust the strange but handsome man you left with?” He teased.

“Anna’s freaking out. I gave her the address and she sent me an Uber personally.” She said with a giggle. He chuckled and tossed the covers away as he stood. She let her eyes roam over him, wishing she could have just one more go, but Anna was insistent that she come back to the house as soon as possible. He tugged on his boxers and a pair of sweats as she pulled her tank top over her head and scooped up her shawl and clutch. He walked her out to the elevator and waited with her.

“So...Any chance I can get your number? Maybe we can meet up again.” He said, leaning against the wall. She smirked and plucked his phone from his hand, typing in her number and calling herself. She waved her phone at him with a giggle, then ended the call on his phone handing it back. He glanced at the phone then at her. “Great. So, I’ll see you around, Rose.”

“I’m sure you will.” She said as he leaned in to give her a final kiss as the doors opened. She smirked and stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the lobby.

“Oh, hey, I’m Alex, by the way.” He said as the doors began to close. Rose smirked at him and said, “I know.”

Alex blinked as she giggled madly, the doors closing and cutting him off. He smirked and chuckled as he turned and walked down to his and Marco’s apartment, already texting her.

~

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