#querying fucking BLOWS dude

[izvmimi]

Matchlit - Chapter 6

cw: reader is mentioned by a hero name. suggestive situation.

Masterlist

Katsuki has dreaded this moment for weeks since this entire ordeal started but as Kasumi provides the necessary pressure to speak first before she speaks definitively, he realizes that the best thing to do is enlist the help of his best friend.

And as such, Eijiro is the first one to know.

In fact, at this very juncture in time, Katsuki is wondering if Kirishima really understands the gravity of what he just told him, because his mouth is wide open and unspeaking by the time Katsuki is done talking, and Katsuki is aggravated enough that he wonders if he should just shove his whole fist in there and take out all his shark teeth at once.

“You’re kidding, aren’t you?” is all Kirishima can finally come up with. Katsuki groans and throws the rest of his beer back then slams his glass on the table, causing both the bartender and the man next to him to give him alarmed and annoyed looks, respectively. Katsuki groans but makes a mental note to set it down quieter next time. Kirishima frowns. 

“What are you going to do?”

“There’s nothing I can do.” Katsuki says. “I’m stuck. Her family is too powerful and it turns out my mom practically sold me out to this woman.”

“I mean, what could she possibly have on you?” 

“A signed contract that I’ll go through with this marriage signed not by me, but by my fucking mom. Enough that it could potentially ruin all of her connections in the fashion industry, and honestly, my reputation given that these weirdos would run the media circus on me.”

Kirishima takes a big gulp of his drink as well.

“Sounds like a lot,” he starts, then leans back in his stool, gripping the sides of the seat carefully as he positions himself. He studies Katsuki’s profile carefully, watching his expression as the latter stares into his open glass then sighs. 

“Years ago, I wouldn’t have given a shit what others thought, but now...”

Kirishima nods. The brashness of youth fades with age somewhat and Katsuki has been humbled in more ways than others. Even if the initial boldness remains, that specific type of unabashedness is no longer something he wears as self-defense.

Silence sits between the two of them for another moment, and then Kirishima sighs loudly.

“Is she hot at least?” Kirishima asks. Katsuki turns sharply and glares at him, and Kirishima raises his hands up in defeat. “Listen, I’m trying to be optimistic!”

Katsuki rolls his eyes but does type in the characters “Oshiro Kasumi” into the search engine query, clicks on the first image, and slides his phone over to Kirishima. Kirishima’s jaw drops again.

“Fuck, dude,” he starts, a low whistle in his throat, but then he sees Bakugou’s scowl, and quickly whispers a ‘sorry’ under his breath. A few moments pass and Kirishima tries again.

“Listen, she’s hot, maybe she seems like she could be a bit on the sassier side but that’s nothing you can’t handle, she’s loaded… maybe this isn’t the worst possible situation for you?” 

Katsuki gives him a look.

“Do you want to marry her?” he hisses. The blood rushes from Kirishima’s face.

“That’s not the point and plus I’m obviously spoken for,” he replies. Bakugou cracks a smile at the latter half, but then it wipes off his face as his thoughts drift to you again. Kirishima doesn’t know the truth, even if he’s suspected that he has a thing for you, and Katsuki wonders if it’s worth saying anything now. 

His whole life could blow up at any time now though, so he finally fesses up. After all, that’s the only real complicating context here.

“I kissed ___. At the beach.” 

The weight of his words out loud seems to suck the air out of the room with its gravity, a whooshing sound that only he can hear. And then there’s silence. 

He hasn’t really thought about it until he said it out loud just now, has he? He kissed you. He pressed his lips onto yours, and wanted to do it again and again and again. Whether alcohol lowered his inhibition or not, he had wanted to, with all his heart, and honestly, perhaps much, much more.

His heart races for a moment then stops, and then Kirishima is shaking his head at him.

“Bro.”

Kirishima immediately understands his hesitation and knows very little can be said that Katsuki doesn’t already know.

Thus, there’s nothing more to say after that. The two of them finish their drinks in understanding silence.

---

“Thank you, Miss Rampage!”

The little boy accepts his dog semi-awkwardly from your hands - in fact, his pet jumps into him and nearly knocks him over, licking him fervently and the sight of the little boy giggling does warm your heart a bit. Searching for lost pets isn’t the most glamorous part of hero work, but a quiet shift means less danger for civilians and more time to think about what the subject of your next photobook will be. You consider the theme of complicated friendship, then shake your head before Katsuki can come to mind. Thoughts of him and how he feels about you are at bay for now, and as you return your communicator to the patrol control desk, you swipe away from the unopened text message from him, and call your friend instead. 

“Are you already at the bakery?”

“Fuck, I forgot which one!!!” June panics.

You laugh and text her the address as you hop on the bus downtown. The two of you are meeting up to collect a cake for Lili and Izuku’s joint surprise birthday party. It is neither of their birthdays, but they worked through them last week, one after the other, and you and June had vowed to rectify that for both of them -

With the help of the rest of Class 1A, of course. 

June looks out of breath by the time you make it outside of the bakery and you tease her immediately, as friends do.

“Did you actually run here?” 

June pouts. 

“I didn’t want to be late!”

“To pick up a cake?” you ask. Then you see the hickey blooming on her neck and burst out laughing and she catches your gaze then reddens.

“Listen, just don’t say anything!”

You vow to keep your mouth shut. Until then. 

The cake stays in June’s fridge and she indulges you in other desserts she made herself on her day off. Over a blueberry cake roll, you ask her more about how she finally managed to break up her situationship with Shinsou, and she finally reveals to you that she has yet to say anything.

You blink, then shove another forkful of cake into your mouth.

“This will end fantastic,” you say, sarcastically. June sighs and sinks into her seat.

“It’s not like I know how to break up with someone I was never actually dating,” she laments. She takes another sip of her coffee and the final drops through her straw are extra loud. She sighs loudly again, and you shake your head, mock disapprovingly.  

“Just tell him you’ve moved on.”

June twists her mouth to the side. “What if he begs me?”

You blink. You hadn’t considered that.

“Do you think he will?”

June tilts her head to the side. “Are you implying he wouldn’t?”

“I’m just saying!”

June breathes through her nose then laughs.

“I didn’t expect this to happen to me of all people,” she sighs. “Life comes at you fast.”

“You just gotta cum faster.”

June gives you a look and you raise your hands up. “Sorry!”

There’s a pause, and you consider that perhaps you should tell her what is troubling you rather than letting her be the only one to bear the brunt of all of the relationship-related teasing. The text you haven’t yet replied to seems to be taunting you every time you look at your phone, even though the banner is no longer up. 

All he asks is how you’re doing, and the truth is simple. Fine and not fine at all.

Again you distract yourself.

“Hey, do you think Hitoshi will make you shit yourself in public?” June’s mouth drops open and you laugh hard enough that you forget that your heart isn’t still.

---

The next day, nearly all of Class IA is hidden in Izuku and Lili’s small apartment by way of Iida’s trusty work in convincing Izuku to give him a temporary code so he could grab something for work. You and your friends have all been lying in wait for the past ten minutes, and are excited once you can hear the two’s footsteps, although somewhat disjointed and stumbling, make their way to to the door, but when the lights flip back on before anyone can scream Surprise, they’re greeted by a flash of yellow and blue All Might themed underwear, and both straps of Lili’s dress halfway down her shoulders. 

There is a split second of silent shock for nearly 20 people.

Everyone holds their breath, and Lili is the only one who gasps audibly but in a flash of green lightning, both of them disappear and the only indication that they’ve hidden away in their bedroom is the loud sound of the door slamming shut.

Another very, very pregnant silence settles in again, quiet enough you could hear a pin drop.

Then Denki and Kirishima both burst into laughter, Ochaco and Iida turn red as beets, June rubs her face and you stand there, holding an oversized cake with both their hero colors on it and unblown candles.

“These fucking-” Katsuki starts from the back, then Jirou, already exhausted, turns on the music as loud as she can. 

“They’re gonna have to get out of there eventually, so might as well start the party.”

Moments later, the two resurface, Lili making sure that she’s diametrically opposed distance-wise from Izuku in the room for the rest of the night, and Izuku reddening intermittently any time Denki or Sero glance in his direction. The night goes quickly and by the end of the night Lili and June have cornered you in the kitchen as you sip a beer and try to follow Mina’s drunk and rapid train of thought. 

Lili pulls you away flashing a smile at the circle of girls that have engulfed you, both hands on your shoulders, excusing you from Jirou who looks like she wants to go home and Momo who still manages to be standing, despite her lean across the kitchen counter which conveys how badly she needs to turn in for the night. 

June follows the two of you as Lili guides you to the bathroom and locks the door behind you. Your eyebrows furrow.

“What the hell..”

“Yes, exactly, what the hell?” Lili begins. You turn to June for support and she shrugs. 

“Is there a reason why you’re avoiding Katsuki?” she asks. “What did he do?  You’ve been acting strange since the trip and now I can literally trace a path where he’s following you and you’re making sure you’re not within 10 feet of each other for more than 2 minutes.”

You sigh. 

“Nothing happened.”

“Sounds fake.” June says, arms crossed and leaning against the bathroom door. Lili takes a deep breath, then ushers you to have a seat on the covered toilet seat.

Lili gives you another look, the look she gives when she’s hoping you won’t lie to her and you finally break. 

“We kissed, that’s all.”

June’s eyes widen, and Lili’s lips purse. It’s not an issue yet, but the fact that your lips still pull into a frown makes her anxious. 

“What happened after?” June says, softly. She’s leaned down into a semi-squat and she looks at you from below as you press your legs together and let out another embarrassed sigh. 

“Literally nothing. It’s like we’re pretending it never happened, but I feel like we can’t be friends anymore. Everything is in limbo.”

You try not to cry but when you look up at Lili, her lips are pursed, as though she’s making a mental calculation. Her hand presses lightly on your shoulder again, but then the music suddenly pauses outside, dwarfed by the sound of Bakugou yelling over the music. 

“No fucking way you showed up here!”

You find yourself moving faster than you expect, as you peek outside. A few guests are crowded at the entrance to the apartment, and Lili marches out first, trying to see who is entering her house and causing Izuku and Kirishima to try to shush Katsuki down. From your vantage point, you can just see his head pop out from the huddle of concentrated bodies, and you just see his back as you move closer. Lili pushes her way gently past Sato and Shoji, then finds Izuku and links her arm up with him, asking what the problem is. Izuku whispers something to her, and Lili’s eyes widen before she glances back at you, distress in her expression. 

Katsuki storms out and Kirishima follows him, the door slamming behind him. You don’t catch what’s going on as the two leave.

Curious, you make your way towards them as the crowd disperses, a few of the guests chattering among themselves in hushed tones. A couple eyes seem to linger on you, notably Mina and Ochaco’s curious expressions, and this puts you in slight distress. 

“What happened?” you ask Izuku.

Lili refrains but Izuku gives her a look, then turns to you. 

“Kacchan’s fiancée showed up.”

And the air is knocked out of your lungs. 

#bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader imagine #thoughts: bakugou #daydreams: bnha #mimi writes: matchlit

[fashionablyenigmatic]

Cadmus Christmas Carol Pt.3 1/2

The ghost spoke first after a long silence had enveloped the car. "So...um...what exactly did you do? To warrant that..." It asked, a little scared of the answer.

Older Cadmus sighed and said, "I blew up a teacher's car. Not on purpose...well kind of. The dude was a creep and liked lording his power over us. That day, I was stuck doing lines with him for detention, and he kept hammering on about how we'd amount to nothing. I was looking out the window and just saw that fucking car, all shiny and well taken care of, and wanted it gone. In the next moment, it was. He said he noticed me staring at the car, waiting for the bomb he thought I planted to go off. However, there was no bomb, and he had just blamed me. However, Dad knew different. I guess he could smell the scent of magic in the air."

"You, uh...know that was wrong, right?" The ghost queried.

"Well, duh. But I didn't have full control over my powers, especially when someone kept agitating me. Thought I might get some points by not blowing him up."

"What did the school do?"

"An investigation, but for the time being, I was on suspension. Luckily, no evidence turned up, and it was deemed a freak accident, and I was allowed back."

The ghost nodded. "Well, then, it seems like you made a good turnaround from it," it said hopefully.

"Fuck off. What did you learn from this memory?" Cadmus asked, turning the situation on its head.

"Well, what Alphonse said wasn't right. But I'm sure it came from a place of conce-"

"He never apologized. Frankly, I think he forgot, as with most things that didn't put him in a good light," Cadmus said frankly. "I'm not using this as an excuse. I forgave him for it, but it still hurt quite a bit, even with that damn bracelet on, and I feel...as though...this may explain why I reacted in certain situations that we are going to go over." His voice got high, looking at the ghost pleadingly.

"I'll be the judge of that," the ghost said, offering a hand to Cadmus before they blinked away from this memory.

[aritany]

hi aren.

i've been querying for about 7 months now, including the summer lull where not many agents are open to queries and are closed for review. not one agent has requested a partial or a full. not one.

i woke up to another rejection that basically said "i would've championed this project if the first ten pages were more gripping" which hurt like hell because if i get any reason for rejection, it's usually that. i have spent too much time revamping those first ten pages and gotten too much praise for the rest of the book to be a good judge of if they're gripping anymore, but i honestly don't know what to do.

i have another project i could feasibly query. it's always the thing of "the thing i'm writing right now would be such the perfect thing to query just you wait" haha, but i am seriously wondering if i should just give up on this book. it's such a perfect debut novel, and i do remember you talking about hearing "your book is good, just not good enough" on submissions, and yet you got a publisher, which is even harder than getting an agent, so i've heard. and you didn't have to change anything about your book, you just had to wait for the right one.

i did have expectations in my head when i started--i'd read that one in five agents should be requesting further materials, and i saw how quickly you got your agent, and i have been made to feel like i'm not allowed to be sad or bitter about rejections because i have to have a thick skin. but fuck, it's hard.

i wonder, is my book bad? when i have been told over and over that it's not. do i revamp these first ten pages again? do i keep going with them as they are, thinking of all those success stories about how you just have to keep trying and someday someone will love those pages as they are? do i give up and try this other project, starting over? even finding possible agents to suit my book has become hard these days, i have to dig and dig every time.

thanks, sorry this turned into such a vent. you documenting your publishing journey, particularly all your hurts while proving that it can be done still has been so helpful to me. <3

hey, lila. i'm so sorry this process has been such a challenge. publishing is a really hard market to break into, so that these days a lot of it ends up being luck and timing, which is such a pain in the ass to hear no matter how much it's true.

i don't know whether this will end up being advice so much as commiserating, but i want to tell you something i wish i knew when i started querying and getting into the business: publishing is so fucking slow. just in general, as an industry, it's so slow. take how slow you're thinking it is and then multiply it by five. seriously. i got agented fast because my agent happened to look at the queries on the top of her pile instead of starting with the older ones, which she never does. that was 99.9% chance and isn't the norm (had nothing to do with my query!). we were on submission with WCA for a year, and it was february when we sent the draft to the editor who ended up acquiring. she took until july to get back to us at all, and two more months (after we were almost certain she was going to offer!). that's just the way it's going right now, so that's just something to keep in mind that has nothing to do with you.

onto my next point about publishing: right now it is ALL about what's commercial. i could write a much longer post about this (and honestly i might) because i find it so frustrating. i'm encountering this same problem with IWYW, which is hands down my favourite of my recent novels and has had the widest interest from the public so far. the novel that's getting published is hooky as fuck. that's honestly why i queried it, even though i knew as i was querying that IWYW was much closer to my heart. it's a frustration of mine every time i start a new project, and there's a little voice in my head that's going is this marketable and i have to work really hard to silence it because that's not what drafting is about.

it's been seven months, so by now it's really up to you what step you want to take next. the nice thing is that even if the novel you're querying now isn't your debut, that doesn't mean there's no future for it. it's not a goodbye, just a see you later. i put WCA first because i was more confident that it would get me published, and it ended up making it through the necessary hoops. i thought that meant IWYW would be next, but it likely won't, because my agent pushed for a different one of my projects to be the second thing we put out on submission. that still doesn't mean it's over for IWYW, though! it's a one day project, and i've made peace with that.

other things to consider about publishing as of october 2021 that have nothing to do with you:

there's a huge supply shortage in printers, which is causing HUGE stress in imprints.

some of the major publishing houses are combining, and the ripple effect of that is crazy.

everyone is catching up with summer stuff right now. every agent and editor i've spoken with recently tells me the same thing: they are exhausted. they are burnt out like they never have been before. this is an industry wide issue and only getting worse.

so, all in all: if you've been querying for 7 months, just remember that's like 2 weeks in publishing time. it's absolutely not too long to keep going, but at the same time there's no harm in querying a different project. do what feels doable to you right now. and as i've mentioned before, rejections are a good thing. they tell you who is not going to champion your book the way it deserves. you deserve a fuck yes from somebody, and that'll come your way one day. might even be next week. i know it's so frustrating, but persevere. lean on your community for support. put your energy into other projects you love, and remember that a no is not about your book, it's about the agent. (it really really really is. i can't begin to tell you how many 'loved this but can't see a space for it in our upcoming publications' we heard while on sub. enough to cry over.) you got this.

#asks #querying #querying fucking BLOWS dude #it's so hard and you are so within your rights to feel worn down and exhausted by it #it's not about you it's not about you it's not something wrong with you or your project #can't say that enough #publishing

[h0neypjm]

Confident 02 | jjk

↳ Summary: After giving Jungkook the best suck of his life he’s left wondering if what you said was true. Was it really your first time? ‘Cause Jungkook thinks you might’ve lied.

↳ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

↳ Genre: Smut, fluff, angst, college au, fuckboy! jk, our fav cheeky virgin reader!

↳ Rating: 18+

↳ Word count: 8.8k

↳ Warnings: swearing, mentions of past toxic relationship, mentions of being pressured into sex, mentions of body image, mentions of stds, Jungkook being very confused, no smut in this part

↳ a/n: here it is !!! thank you for all the love for the first part, i hope you enjoy this part ! please feel free to leave any feedback <3 

↳ Series: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04

Previously...

“She said it's her first time.” He pauses, looking up at his friends' concerned faces. “I think she might’ve lied.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

Jungkook groans, cradling his head before banging it on the table. The utensils on the table rattle and clang, bringing unwanted attention to his mini breakdown. Taehyung is quick to place his hand under Jungkook's forehead just as he goes in for another blow. “Ok, Jungkook- Jungkook!” Jimin giggles beside him. “Fucking stop, people are staring.”

Jungkook pauses and subtly peeks out of his long bangs, checking to see that Taehyung’s words were indeed true. He breathes out and sits up in his chair, fixing his shirt to play off that he wasn’t just having a mental meltdown.

Jimin rolls his eyes, “soooo are you gonna talk now, cause’ I have a horrible headache and you’re really not helping.”

Jungkook nods opening his mouth to speak. “Alright so uh, I met a girl last night and-”

“I thought you went home?” Taehyung shoves Jimin’s shoulder and Jungkook glares, “yeah, well that clearly didn’t happen.” He rubs his temples, “could you do me a favour and let me speak first, and then you can ask the questions. Ok?”

The two boys nod, settling into their seats as Jungkook delves back into his story.

“Alright so anyways, I saw this girl and like, I haven’t ever seen her before? She was literally perfect”. He exhales looking at nothing at particular as he continues. “Gorgeous face, prettiest lips and oh! speaking of her lips, God the way she sucked-”

Despite what Jungkook said earlier, Taehyung feels the need to intervene. “Ok as much as I love a good suck myself, I need you to stop here, we don’t need the graphics.” Jimin nods in agreement even though it’s clear he’s not paying an ounce of attention. Jungkook smirks at the memory, but it soon drops as he remembers one tiny detail. He places his hands on the table, total seriousness etched onto his face. “But here’s the kicker, she said it was her first time.”

Confusion. 

“So did you or did you not take her virginity?”Jungkook crosses his arms. “No, after that she just up and left.” “Wait, fuck”, Jungkook suddenly realises, “I didn’t even make her cum”, he groans and Taehyung bursts into laughter. This finally garners Jimin’s attention, his dazed eyes squinting. “Who’s the girl?” Jungkook sighs, “if you were listening before you would’ve heard me say that I don’t know her.” Jimin leans forward,“well can you at least describe her? I pretty much know everyone who attended the party”

Jungkook doesn’t have to think that hard. “She was wearing this plaid skirt and like a white top-” Jimin’s eyes widen, “Holy shit, Y/N?! Man, Jin’s gonna kill you.” This makes Jungkook pause, thoughts running back to the text he had received from Jin. “Wait, they’re not a thing are they?” Jimin chokes, “God no, they’ve been family friends since like forever, Jin’s practically her protective older brother.”

That explained his text earlier. Jungkook furrows his brows, more questions beginning to arise and spill out of his mouth. “How come I’ve never met her and if she’s a virgin, then how- how did-”, Taehyung cuts in, “dude she’s done other things before.” More confusion. “And how would you know that?” Taehyung smirks, shrugging as he gets up out of his chair. “I'm gonna get a drink, Jimin, you want anything?” God, his head is spinning. “Sure, you know my usual.”

It was the way Taehyung spoke too casually, like your lifestyle choices were common knowledge. How the fuck hasn’t he met you, yet his friends seem to be well acquainted with your existence? “What the fuck was that look?” He focuses on Taehyung from where he orders his drinks. “Did you see it Jimin? Kinda sus.”

Jimin remains nonchalant, blowing a strand of hair out of his sight before answering one of Jungkook’s urgent queries. “Jin never introduced you to her because well…” He looks Jungkook up and down with an unimpressed look. “You would get your grimy hands on her immediately. And Then after that, It’s like she never existed ” Jungkook opens his mouth, rebuttal on the tip of his tongue. “Don’t argue with me boy, the second you met her, you already wanted her on your dick, did you not?”

Jungkook is shocked to say the least, jaw hanging open as Taehyung makes his way back to the table, drinks in hand. “Oh God, what did you tell him?” Jungkook slams his fist on the table, yet again grabbing the attention of people around them. “That is not true! I have standards, and what about you two. You guys are just as bad.” He points accusingly at the bruises peeking out of Taehyung’s loose shirt, “Look at Tae! Those hickies are probably a combination of the three girls he fucked last week!”

Jimin doesn’t want to get kicked out of the cafe, so he attempts to calm down a soon to be raging Jungkook. “Look, to put it nicely, you’re a heartbreaker, you lead girls on whereas Tae and I actually tell people we’re not interested in anything more than a hookup.”

Jungkook seems to understand where he’s coming from. He can admit, he does have quite the reputation if the amount of times he’s been slapped in the face says anything. But now, with this newfound information, he can also admit that you’ve certainly intrigued him, that was for sure.

Jungkook wants to see you again.

Not for a rump in the sheets, but rather a friendly conversation. 

It was just his luck that he had heard through the grapevine that you had been invited to one of Jin’s small pool party get togethers. If Jungkook was being honest, he’s quite excited to be within your vicinity again but he knows he needs to keep his cool. Especially after the series of death threats and slaps on the neck from Jin. He shudders at the memory.

And so, Jungkook prepares himself more than he usually does. He wants to do it right this time. No flirty teasing, just friendly innocent conversation. He makes sure to carefully pick out the right swim shorts that display the thickness of his thighs. Not for any sexual gain, more so to show off the hours spent at the gym in hopes that maybe he can get you to become more interested in him as he is to you. He sounds desperate, and he’s sure you’re not that materialistic, but he has this nagging want to impress you somehow. He huffs and does a few pushups, for extra measure of course.

He’s not sure as to why his brain decided to make him act this way. You’re more or less a stranger to him. However, when Jungkook begins his short journey to Jin’s house he really lets himself think, which usually isn't a good idea. 

Jungkook doesn’t know you, but you’ve definitely left an imprint in his mind which makes you all the more fascinating. It’s news to him that you seem to be very close to his small circle of friends which is probably thanks to your deeply rooted friendship with Jin. That new piece of information had been bugging him since the day he met up with Taehyung and Jimin. Surely his reputation couldn’t be the only reason why you’ve never met him. Right?

Parking his car in Jin’s enormous driveway, he makes his way up to the grand front door. Sometimes he wishes he could live a life like Jin. He grew up being fed with a silver spoon his whole life. Having everything paid for instead of rolling in the miseries of college student debt.

Once Jungkook makes his way into the large house, he sets down the drinks he had brought onto the kitchen counter and watches his best friends goof around and enjoy the summer sun with a warm grin. He chuckles quietly when Jin pushes Jimin and his perfectly styled hair into the pool. Jimin screams a slur of curses while Jin quickly runs beside a sleeping Yoongi for protection.

Slipping out of his loose oversized shirt, Jungkook scans the entirety of Jin’s backyard, looking for the face that has been haunting him since that fateful night. She’s not here. He reexamines the pool seeing nothing but the chaotic mess of his favourite people, and he sighs. Just as he prepares to step out into the blazing sun, the sound of his stomach growling stops him in his tracks. 

Thinking about you made him nervous. So nervous that his stomach couldn’t bear the thought of breakfast. However, after the realisation that you hadn’t arrived just yet, makes him do a full one eighty, long strides taking him to Jin’s expensive fridge.

His head is already deep into the fridge when he hears the sound of the sliding door opening, revealing a dripping Jin with a small scowl on his face. It seems Jimin finally got his revenge. “I’m starving you got any leftovers?” Jungkook queries, his head popping out from the cool air of the fridge.

Jin grabs a fresh towel and whacks it against Jungkook’s naked back. “What’s the point of even asking when you’re already going through my damn fridge!” Jungkook flashes Jin an innocent grin and glows when he discovers a small bowl of Chinese takeout. 

It very quickly dawns on Jungkook that in order to enjoy a nice warm meal, he would need to heat it up. His stomach all but roars, not used to the lack of food in its system and Jungkook wants to cry. He wants to cry and it's not from the angry hunger pains, but rather something extremely laughable. He has to use a fucking microwave. 

You’re running late, there’s sweat running down your brow and you feel like your arms will fall off any second. The weight of snacks and alcohol you had brought making you stagger as you finally enter Jin’s enormous home.

The one and only thing that’s on your mind is the refreshing feeling of slipping into Jin’s pool while sipping on an iced beverage. This motivates you enough to put all the strength left in your exhausted being to speedily walk into the kitchen and throw everything onto the counter. 

“AHH FUCK!” You flinch at the sudden scream, hugging your body protectively. Jungkook slowly pops out from behind the other side of the counter, his doe eyes big and wide. “You fucking scared me Jesus!” He exclaims, running a hand through sweaty bangs.

The air had escaped your lungs long before you could utter your next sentence as the sight before you has you freezing. There he was, Jeon Jungkook in all his glory. Tanned skin and taut muscle sculpted by the Gods. You didn’t mean to stare, but how could you not! Your eyes had a mind of their own. He’s glorious, every single part of him, and you’re not even afraid to admit it. Your eyes are quick to eat him up, tracing the art staining the whole of his right arm and you wonder what every swirl of ink means to him.

Jungkook coughs awkwardly, going in to scratch at his neck. You imagined he would tease you about your obvious ogling, but it never came. Strange. “Why were you hiding?” You ask, dropping your gaze from his body in order to arrange the snacks into neat piles, using it as an excuse to slowly step closer to him. “Oh! Uh-”, he scratches his head, looking down at his feet before jumping five feet into the air, a startled gasp leaving his lips when the timer of the microwave goes off. 

You burst into laughter and Jungkook flushes in embarrassment. Jin had told you about Jungkook’s embarrassing fear of microwaves but you never thought you would see it first hand. You hold in the laughs that tickle your throat and try to settle him down by lightly touching his shoulder. He flinches at your touch.

“Are you okay?” You’re really close to him now. Your chest is practically pressed up against his and Jungkook gulps. How was it possible that you could look even more stunning than the last time he saw you? Your cheeks are glowing from the soft golden rays of the afternoon sun and the way you look up at him, your soft smile curling makes his head spin.

“Yeah, I’m good”, he breaks eye contact in embarrassment. “Sorry, just uh, microwaves are scary you know?” You giggle up at him. Is this really Jungkook? The Jungkook you’ve seen flaunting a new girl every week just to abruptly break her heart when he can’t promise anything more than sex? 

You’re not complaining, he’s quite adorable like this.

You’re not too sure why his personality has the sudden switch up. It could possibly be the fact that he’s with his closest friends and doesn’t feel the need to put up his playboy persona. Although, the way he blushes when he looks at you plays a different story. Do you make him nervous? Surely not, if the memories of that heated night are anything to go by.

“So uh, are you gonna head into the pool?” His empty stomach is long forgotten as he gestures to the large backyard, you nod up at him excitedly. It’s then Jin decides to bust back into the kitchen, a stern gaze set on his face. “Y/N, can I speak with you for a minute?” Jungkook cautiously takes a step away from you, your bodies no longer close to each other and you notice this with a small frown.

“Yeah, sure”, you relent walking over to Jin who places a protective arm around your shoulders. Unknowingly to you, Jin traps Jungkook down with a hard stare and signals Jungkook to go outside, to which he accepts with a nod.

“I know what you’re gonna say, and no I do not see him like that”, you cross your arms defensively. Jin sighs, “I just don’t wanna see you get hurt again.” He places his hands on your shoulders, full lecture mode on. “Let’s face it, you’re a hopeless romantic, I can’t trust that you won’t do something stupid, but you and Jungkook… You’re both important friends of mine and-” 

You’ve heard his overprotective brotherly speech plenty of times, “I know, and I’m so thankful that you’re looking out for me. I just don’t see the harm in befriending him, you’ve never let me speak to him before.” Jin releases his hold on your shoulders to fix the mess of his wet hair, “and there's a reason for that.”

Why was he so damn hard-headed. Jin loves Jungkook like he loves his family. It just didn't make any sense to you that Jin could approve of their friendship but when it comes to you, he completely shields you away from any interactions with the so called playboy. 

“When are you going to stop protecting me from boys?” Jin senses your frustration immediately. “I may be younger than you, but I’m also an adult just like you. An adult that can make her own choices.” You exhale slowly, “You’ve let me befriend your whole group and they’ve been nothing but wonderful to me, I don’t see the wrong in getting to know Jungkook.” 

Jin lets his guard down. You do have a point, maybe he was being a little too overprotective. He gives you a soft smile, you look away. 

“You’re right, I am in no position to dictate your decisions and who you choose to hang around with, it was wrong of me to treat you like that. Jin looks out into the pool, watching Jungkook tackle Taehyung. “I’m sorry I was a bit too harsh, Jungkook’s a good kid, he just got into the wrong crowd at first. Although, you gotta promise to tell me if he hurts you, cause he knows I’ll beat his ass.” 

You laugh accepting his apology, “are you sure about that? He’s a literal muscle pig.” You both begin to make your way outside and Jin shoves you slightly, “hey! You know I’m right.” Jin shakes his head and brings you into a comforting hug. “Yeah, yeah whatever.” He rolls his eyes, you beam up at him and together you walk out into the warm sunlight.

It hadn’t even been a second since you stepped outside, and already Yoongi’s long term girlfriend, Jieun is squealing your way. “Y/N! I’m so happy you're finally here, the amount of testosterone out here was starting to make me feel faint.” You giggle at her exasperated tone, pulling her into a tight hug. 

Nonchalantly you peel off your flowy sundress, it’s stickiness from your sweat making you cringe. “I missed you last week, why didn’t you come to class?” Jiuen pouts, “I'm sorry bub, I somehow caught a cold, but I trust you have some notes for me.” 

The way Jieun flutters her lashes at you innocently forces a roll from your eyes. Slathering sunscreen onto your arms, you reprimand her, “I swear you’re only using me for my notes, you literally never listen in class! Can you get my back please?”

She hums while you turn around, her small hands kneading sunscreen from your shoulder bones to the small dip in your back. Jieun continues to blabber on about the joys of life, not even checking if you’re listening to a single word she says. Instead your eyes are zeroed in on a certain someone.

Your staring is blatantly obvious but you don’t care. It’s only when Taehyung spots your burning gaze with a small smirk does he signal Jungkook to turn around to meet your flirty grin.  

Holy shit

The sun does a real great job of highlighting the gorgeous curves of your body adorned in quite possibly the smallest baby blue bikini he’s seen on a woman. Your breasts practically spill out of the tiny triangle cups and the pretty colour compliments your skin beautifully. 

Whilst Jungkook can admit you have one of the hottest bodies he’s seen in a while, his eyes surprisingly don't linger on your delicious curves for too long. Instead, he finds himself utterly enamoured by the way your eyes crinkle slightly when you smile prettily at him, your cheeks glowing with it. 

It suddenly dawns on him that you are the first girl that has truly enchanted him, and no, your ridiculously gorgeous body had little to do with it. 

Jungkook does not mind this change one bit. 

So, instead of staring at you like a gaping goldfish, he matches your flirtatious body language with a boyish grin and a small wave. His previous nerves dissipating only to be replaced by confidence and polished charm. He doesn’t want to scare you off with his sudden look of epiphany just yet, but the new unfamiliar feeling you give him is surely doing exactly that.

“My, my, Yoongi wasn’t lying.” Jieun stifles a giggle when she notices how Jungkook’s attention has steered towards you and only you. You’re quick to turn around, brows furrowed. “What are you on about?” 

“Oh you know… You and Jungkook”

You grimace, tired of the repeated topic of conversation. “Just because I sucked his dick once does not mean we're a thing” 

“Oh really? He’s asked me an awful lot of questions about you I was beginning to think otherwise”

“Wait, really?”

Jieun has the widest cheshire grin plastered on her face, it's starting to look quite unsettling.

“Really.”

You’re thoroughly shocked to say the least. You thought your fast, fleeting blowjob, sort of, was nothing special. A usual escapade to get his daily fill. Ordinary. Unmemorable.

However, it seems to be quite the opposite.

Jieun grabs your hand and swings it back and forth, exactly like a mother would do, although she’s merely two years older than you. “I know Jin’s been up your ass about Jungkook and frankly I don’t blame him he’s still a little shit from time to time but, he’s actually quite fun to be around and honestly I think his playboy tendencies seemed to dial down a bit since he met us.” The two of you giggle quietly amongst each other, quick feet making your way closer to the pool to avoid the scorching pavement.

Your toes are the first to dip into the pool and you practically moan at the cold water melting away the blistering haze that sticks onto your skin. The water is icy at your waist and you love it. “So my advice would be not to worry about him, instead it's his little army of plastic bimbos that you should watch out for.” 

“Ahh, internalised misogyny. We love to see it.” 

Jieun acknowledges you with a hum as the two of you float around the calming abyss. She then swims closer to you, nodding her head into the direction of a lonely Jungkook, who lazily stares at your alluring form. “I think your loverboy over there wants to talk to you.”

Jieun swims away before you can protest, leaving you to face the handsome man before you. His eyes are round and docile, yet his stare is tantalising, it pulls you in as if he’s slowly reeling you in with a rope. 

The water delicately ripples around your body when you approach him and you internally sigh in awe at the striking features of his stunning face. You want to use this opportunity to finally get to know him, and perhaps form a new friendship. 

You take note of the lack of Jin’s hawk-like eyes or for better the lack of any eyes on the two of you. You’re alone, huddled into one of the far corners of the pool, your conversation private, just for two pairs of ears. 

You open your mouth to speak, “So-”

“I-”

An uncomfortable silence stills the air and you both halt your words to giggle quietly amongst yourselves. God, this is awkward. 

“You go first”, You offer, tucking a wet strand of hair behind your ear. Jungkook follows the subtle movement of your fingers before taking a deep breath. 

“I feel like we should discuss the elephant in the room”

You're stunned. “Huh?”

“You know… That Friday night?”

Of course you knew what he was referring too, yet you wondered why as you honestly didn’t think that night had much impact on the man. 

With a raised brow you ask, “What about it?”

“I’ve just had a lot of... thoughts”

You scratch your head feeling puzzled. You’re sure Jungkook has had better blowjobs in his lifetime. Hell, Jungkook did most of the work that night. “Do you usually discuss the past hookups you have, or am I just lucky today?”

You’re teasing him, nevertheless Jungkook tilts his head back towards the sky. All he wants is clarification, only this conversation is heading down an awkward path, so he decides to spit out what’s been bothering him for the past few days.

“Okay listen, I know this is odd to say, but ever since that night, It’s like I can’t get you out of my head.”

Your ego inflates at his statement and you smirk. You knew you could suck dick well, but according to Jungkook you seem to have quite the talent.

You smile proudly, “damn, look at me go, I can’t believe I have the campus playboy wrapped around my finger.”

Jungkook scoffs, both in annoyance and embarrassment because shit, he could have worded that differently, now he sounds like the clingy girls he fucks.

“Yeah, yeah let’s not pretend like I was the only one enjoying myself here. Weren’t you the one practically begging to be touched?” 

You’re amused. “Weren’t you the one who couldn’t make me cum. Yet came from their own handjob?”

Jungkook tongues his cheek and looks away. The way you speak so casually intimidates him. No girl has ever spoken to him this way, in fact, Jungkook’s the one who usually likes to tease. He can slowly feel the creeping heat alighting his cheeks and God does he hope you don’t notice.

You patiently wait for Jungkook’s reply, a sly grin adorned on your pretty face. However, Jungkook doesn’t say anything, rather he frowns and immaturely splashes water at your face. 

“Jungkook!” You sputter, wiping at your face to rid of the chlorine in your eyes. “What the fuck was that for?”

He shrugs, “sorry my hand must’ve slipped”

You don’t take that for an answer, your petty nature crawling out as you splash him back harder than he had done. “Hand slipped, my ass.”

You cross your arms smugly, a small laugh blossoming out of your mouth when Jungkook cutely rubs at his eyes. 

It’s after a minute when you realise Jungkook hasn’t stopped furiously rubbing his eyes. The circular motions of his hand move so intensely that it begins to look painful and irritating. “Fuck, it stings”, he exclaims in agony.

Shit, you inwardly curse, gently touching his wrist, concern lacing your features because you didn’t think getting chlorinated water in one's eye would sting that much. You analyse his facial expressions closely and you wince at the redness surrounding his eyes from his harsh rubbing. 

On the contrary, Jungkook knows exactly what he’s doing. He’s competitive and won’t back down from a fight, even if it’s just fun banter, so he continues his little scheme just for the fun of it and hides his small grin under his large hands.

You’re now slightly panicked, “fuck, Jungkook I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hit the water that hard I-”

Jungkook cracks.

Ever so slowly, he peeps his eyes out at you and watches with a mischievous smirk as your face morphs from alarmed to annoyed in less than a millisecond.

You tighten your grip on his wrist and attempt to slap his hard chest with your free hand, however Jungkook’s reflexes are fast and he grasps your hand tightly, a teasing glint in his eye. 

“You little shit-”

All of a sudden a loud holler is heard from the front door, rousing a relaxed Jin out of his chair as he sprints while simultaneously yelling at the ruckus being made. It’s then a stampede of both familiar and unfamiliar faces come crashing in. Some jump straight into the pool to cool off from the blazing sun while others rush to the table of assorted alcohol, desperate to get an ounce of it in their system.

Word seemed to go around about Jin’s supposed small get-together unbelievably fast, causing the once tranquil Kim Seokjin into a raging volcano. 

You’re pressed right up against Jungkook’s solid chest and he surprisingly pays you no mind, even though your perky tits are deliciously pushed up perfectly against his body. Jungkook’s eyes are not settled on them, rather he pays close attention to the amount of people dangerously plunging into the pool at a fast rate.

Jungkook protectively hugs your shoulders to shield you from the rowdy party goers who definitely do not understand the definition of personal space. Your heart swells when he then delicately places your head in the crook of his neck and wraps an arm around your fairly exposed body, essentially guarding you from frantic wet limbs and ignorant individuals.

You feel comfortable and safe, so comfortable that you wouldn’t mind staying like this for a while if it weren’t for the throng of college students delving into the cooling water. 

Jin’s house begins to fill with unexpected guests very quickly and you wonder how Jin is handling the situation. You suppose not very well when you see him whipping people with towels, red ears making an appearance and his booming voice following him.

Jungkook wants to get out and he’s sure you feel the same way which is why he smoothly slots his hand into your own, long fingers wrapping around your hand to carefully pull you through the growing crowd of people in the pool.

Whilst pushing past a variety of college students you are met with many stares, even worse, numerous envious eyes and whispers of possible gossip. You try your best to avoid their gazes, the hard stares reminding you of the last time Jungkook held your hand to push through groups of people. 

Water drips down the curves of your body and lands in little pools around you when you step out of the pool. At this point you’ve garnered even more turning heads that examine every inch of your skin closely. Their stares itch your skin and you feel akin to an animal kept in a zoo enclosure, curious eyes breaking down your confidence, you want to hide. 

You usually like to pride yourself on your confidence because you know you’re hot and you know your worth. It had taken many failed relationships to build up your self love and nourish the scars and memories of questioning if you’re good enough. 

You fight on and squeeze Jungkook’s hand, mostly for some sort of reassurance. It shocks you when he astonishingly squeezes back and softly rubs his thumb over the back of your hand. It’s almost as if he knows how you’re feeling. 

You glance up at him shyly. Jungkook keeps his eyes straight ahead. He smiles a different kind of smile than the one he had directed to you a few hours ago. His lips are in a permanent smug smirk. His usual playboy smile. He flashes it at everyone as if he’s asking for their approval and even goes in to high-five a few people who are unrecognisable to you. You soon realise that this is what Jungkook thrives on. People, validation and his notorious reputation he’s created for himself.

Jungkook lights up at the presence of crowds, flirty smiles and people calling his name, whereas you want to crawl into your skin and run away because from the perspective of outsiders it looks like you’re just another one of Jungkook’s flings that will soon be forgotten by next week.

Well, you hope you won’t turn out to be one of them.

At last you find yourself away from the heart of the party, your dress in hand but your body still wet nonetheless. Jungkook is in the same state as yourself, droplets of water dribbling from his dark hair and onto the timber flooring. He leans into your ear, “I’ll go get us some towels, stay here.”

He’s gone before you can reply, making small conversation when he passes by various people, his boisterous laugh echoing down the halls. 

You’re alone now, and defenceless at that. There’s not many people you know here, besides the few odd people you share a class with and some sleazy frat boys that hold a similar reputation to Jungkook. You want to find Jieun so you can hug her or maybe ask her if she can take you home, but she is nowhere to be found.

Fuck, You remember leaving your bag on the kitchen table, unsupervised with many personal belongings stowed away inside. Using your dress to cover the most of your exposed skin like a blanket, you stride over to the kitchen and sigh in relief when you find your bag untouched and in perfect condition.

Snatching up your bag, you grab your phone and immediately text Jieun to find out where the fuck she’s hiding, but there’s a part of you that knows she’s probably fucking Yoongi somewhere. Traitor.

Jungkook finds you to be in a completely different part of the house than where he asked you, one towel wrapped around his neck and the other draped over his arm. You haven’t noticed him yet, your frantic fingers texting a treacherous Jieun, “princess, didn’t I tell you to stay put?”

You’re startled. Switching your phone off you stick your arm out, waiting for Jungkook to pass you the towel but he doesn't. Jungkook gently pushes your shoulders so that you turn away from him and carefully wraps the towel around your body like a cape. You hold the edges of the fabric to help him hug the towel around yourself, keeping it tighter to your body.

Your voice is quiet, “thank you.”

Jungkook leans down to meet your face, “What was that?”

Even though Jungkook had been in the pool longer than you, his cologne still sticks to his skin and you kind of want to breathe more of it in, but that would be weird.

“Oh, I said thank you.”

You’re close to him again, although this time he towers over you with a look almost identical to a predator meeting its prey.

Jungkook’s eyes flirt around your face and descend. He shamelessly drinks up the swell of your breasts and whatever skin is visible amidst the fluffy towel around you. It’s strange. You had noticed Jungkook doing the exact same thing when you were alone with him. The difference though was that his looks were cursory as if he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. Now, It's like a new persona had taken over him and he was ready to pounce at any sign of a green light. 

He’s stuck in a trance, fuckboy tinted glasses fogging his vision.

You force out a giggle and playfully shove his shoulder, “my eyes are up here, you know.” 

His reply comes lighting fast, he’s definitely been in this position before. “I know, just admiring them.”

Jungkook wants to hit himself the second his reply spewed out of his mouth. He desperately wants to reassure your unimpressed (though also very cute) face, because goddammit he wanted to be respectful. Jungkook knows he has a tendency to slip into a new personality when the right amount of people hyped him. Call it being two faced, he knows it's one of his fatal flaws. 

“I'm sorry.” 

He says it genuinely. 

Jungkook only just got to properly meet you, he doesn’t want to give you the wrong impression! He can admit, your first ever official meeting (moreso hookup) wasn’t ideal, yet the way Jin dragged him through the mud undoubtedly made him understand that you weren’t the type of woman that should ever undergo the treatment he puts his hookups through. Scratch that, any woman shouldn’t be treated the way Jungkook treats them.

You're now fully covered under the towel, not a sliver of skin on display. You don’t know if his apology was genuine. “It’s ok I guess, I expected nothing less from you anyways.”

“Right.” He’s messed up.

You clear your throat, “I’m gonna go get changed, maybe look for Jieun unless-”

Jungkook finishes your sentence, “-she’s fucking Yoongi.”

You exhale, “yeah.”

“Jeon Jungkook!”

The voice makes you halt at its familiar tone. Jungkook doesn’t notice your growing panic as he too freezes in his spot. 

No, it can’t be.

The world plays in slow motion when he walks into your line of vision. His assertive stride, smug smile and sharp eyes.

Jeong Suho.

His name explodes inside of you like a blistering fire yet your heart feels ice cold. He is the very man you have spent weeks trying to avoid and even more trying to get out of your head.

The world plays at a normal speed when he approaches Jungkook. Their facial expressions are the same, the way they greet each other is the same. They’re practically the same breed of fuckboy, born from the same mother.

“Been awhile since I’ve seen you around.”

Jeong Suho was a person that Jungkook didn’t really mind, In fact there was a point in Jungkook’s life where he would’ve considered Suho to be one of his closest friends. They were two peas in a pod freshmen year of college. Never giving a fuck about their education and always present for any opportunity to get completely wasted with as many girls they could possibly seduce. Nowadays, Jungkook would rather keep his distance from him.

On the contrary, you were one of the many girls that had fallen deeply for Suho’s alluring charm. You fell so hard, you thought that maybe just maybe there was a possibility that you could secure a future with him. Obviously that was not the case.

You thank your lucky stars that Jungkook was there to distract Suho while you make your haste escape. All you need to do now is somehow locate an unoccupied bathroom, preferably without having to walk in on someone getting it on, and then you could get the hell out of there.

You must admit, you look quite ridiculous right now. Navy blue towel wrapped tightly around your body, your small head peeking through. You could probably pass as some form of E.T cosplay right now. You don’t care if you look rude, pushing and shoving whoever stands in your way. You only have one goal and you’re so so close to succeeding-

“Wait, Y/N! Is that you?”

Fuck.

Do you run? Maybe duck behind some poor innocent student looking for a good time? You huff, you're already sticking out like a sore thumb, there’s no use in trying to hide when the enemy has already spotted you. Even worse Jungkook motions you over with a wide gleaming smile. If only he knew how much you’re dreading this interaction.

Grudgingly, you walk over, looking like an irritated gremlin with your towel still firmly secured around you. Jungkook makes matters worse by pushing the towel off your head, releasing your scruffy ball of hair. You grimace. 

“I didn’t know you knew Y/N?”

Suho sends a smirk your way. You however, glower.

“Yeah we go way back, don’t we baby?”

You force a tight lipped smile, howbeit you look as if you have a mild case of constipation. 

“Sure.” It comes out rough through gritted teeth.

Suho notes your frustration, a sly grin carving onto his punchable face. He turns towards Jungkook, seemingly blocking you from their conversation, yet you know Suho wants you to hear what he has to say.

“You know it’s a shame. Y/N’s gorgeous, ten outta ten body, knows how to put it to good use, however she never let me fuck her. Don’t you think that’s weird?”

Jungkook stays silent for a minute, eyeing your shaking fists and angry eyebrows. Jungkook may be dumb, but he sure knows how to read a room, thus leading him to the conclusion that your relationship with Suho isn’t something you’re very fond of and that he should probably get you out of here.

“Uhhh no, that’s not weird at all actually. What I think is weird is the fact that you think you have this sick claim on every girl you’ve defiled and even worse, you’ve always had this strange need to chase after every virgin you see like some perverted cherry picker. Yeah, that’s weird.”

Suho laughs right in his face, spit grossly tickling his skin. “That’s rich coming from you Jeon, weren't you quite the cherry picker in your freshman days, no?”

Jungkook doesn’t know what he expected from this conversation. It definitely wasn’t this.

It's obvious that Jungkook isn’t a saint, he really fucking far from it. Although, one thing's for sure, it’s his absolute hatred for the way his brain was wired in his freshman year of college. Yes, Jungkook still remains as one of the standing campus fuckboys but he’s gained a few more brain cells since then. 

Jungkook opens his mouth to retort, only to be met with Suho’s back as he turns his attention towards you.

“Y/N, darling if I were you i’d make a run for it, ya know keep your chastity intact or whatever.” His smile is saccharine sweet, though his words are sickly sour.

The months of pent up anger stored within your being bubbles and overflows like a bad science experiment. You’ve quickly decided that now’s that time to expose the shitty excuse of a man, and quite frankly you don’t care that you have an audience. Actually, an audience would make this all the better.

Your finger is strong, pointing accusingly at his broad chest. “You know what you stupid motherfucker? Don’t waltz in here with that dumb smile of yours when you know you have some disgusting cheesy infection growing down there.”

Suho’s eyes widen slightly. It was no secret he was a walking STD, just about infecting every girl that was naive enough to sit on his dick. 

Everyone at the party has definitely stopped to listen to what you have to say. You even spot Jin from the corner of your eye sending you a proud smile. “And while we're on the topic of cheese, Learn how to wash your fucking dick!”

You don’t let him have a moment to speak, grabbing Jungkook’s hand and pulling him out of the house.

A few people applaud, some girls praise you on your way out. You give them no mind, you’ve had enough for tonight.   

Jungkook starts his car, no questions asked. It’s obvious to him that there’s bad blood between you and Suho. What you don’t know is that Jungkook can also relate. 

Technically there was no bad blood between them, moreso the hurtful memories and manipulation Suho put him through. To put it simply, Suho was probably the worst influence Jungkook could ever have as a vunerable freshman. 

The crunch of gravel and soft melodies that spill out of Jungkook’s radio converse with eachother and fill the defeaning silence that sits between you and Jungkook. 

Jungkook doesn’t even know where he’s going, he just drives. 

Every so often he checks up on you from the corner of his eye. Your knees stick tightly together and point away from him. Your fingers curl and uncurl, leaving cresent moons in your skin. And to finish it off, your face remains still, hostility completely washing over your features. If Jungkook didn’t know any better he would think you’d jump out of his car and make a run for it at the chance of him stopping the car.

It’s seven sniffles later when Jungkook decides he knows where he should take you.

The night sky is clear and the stars burn brightly to accompany the full round moon. It’s the perfect setting for release and maybe a screaming session if you’re up for it.

Jungkook makes a stop behind a forest of tall trees and a dirt path. You sit up immediately. 

“Where are we?” Your eyes are rimmed with tears, “I want to go home.”

Jungkook shuts the engine off, “you never told me where you live.”

“Well you never asked!”

Maybe you shouldn’t have yelled because from the looks of it, Jungkook just wants to help you out and clearly you’re not being the friendliest right now. 

You curl back into yourself, “sorry”, another sniffle.

Jungkook brings your fists into his hands and warmly opens them up. You refuse to look at him, it doesn’t deter Jungkook one bit.

Tenderly he brings a finger under your chin, gradually bringing your eyes up to his. Jungkook takes his time with you, careful to not set you off until you’re face to face with his warm eyes. 

“I brought you here because it’s apparent we both need let out some pent up steam.” He drags his fingers delicately across the curve of your chin and back into his lap. His touch is fleeting, you miss it already. “I just thought you may want to vent or just shout out into the void, it’s up to you.” You nod, fully trusting Jungkook’s intentions. “And at any time you feel like going home just say the word and I’ll take you there, okay?” 

Your heart swells in adoration at his caring nature, though you can’t help but wonder how he can have such a sudden change in personality depending on where he is and who he’s with. It’s unnerving. 

Jungkook clicks his seatbelt off and heads out the car, “put your dress back on princess, I’ll be out here waiting for you.” You mutter your confirmation and do as he asks.

The cool summer air kisses your skin and runs through your hair as you step out of the car. Jungkook is already by your side dressed in an oversize hoodie with another in his hand as well as a fuzzy blanket. 

Jungkook steps closer to you, holding the hem of his hoodie to slip over your body. Without a second thought you raise your hands causing Jungkook to chuckle at how cute you look dwarfed in his clothes.

The same cologne you smelled on his skin earlier lingers on every fibre of fabric around you. His scent is everywhere, swirling around your head, instantly calming down your anxieties. You smile at him, “Lead the way Jungkook.”

Jungkook leads you up a small hill and you notice the trees opening up to display a lush field of grass. However, the sight before you leaves you in absolute wonder. You stand completely still and take it all in. 

The night sky is dark but the city below illuminates is beautifully. Your gaze bounces over all the buildings, skyscrapers and their dazzling bright lights. It’s peaceful up here, you decide as you take a glimpse of the hundreds of tall structures looking so tiny, so ant-like.

Jungkook is settled behind you, his legs comfortably folded underneath himself. He remembers what it was like the first time he saw the view, which is why he doesn’t blame your stunned silence and glazed eyes. 

“How did you find this place?”

You find your way towards Jungkook and plant yourself right beside him. “I don’t know, I was just driving aimlessly one night and found it, It’s nice right.”

You hum, “it’s beautiful.”

Jungkook murmurs in agreement as you lie down on the woolly blanket beneath you. The stars twinkle and glimmer amongst the deep blue sky, creating a serene experience. You shut your eyes.

“I hate him.”

Jungkook looks down at you, you don’t see him though. “Suho?”

“Yeah”, you exhale deeply, “I can’t believe I had to see him again.”

Although Jungkook knows you can’t see him, he swivels his body around to face you properly. “Did you guys date or something?”

You scoff, “pffft you know Suho doesn’t date anyone.” You open your eyes, meeting a pair of round docile ones. You continue, “Suho was the first guy who every gave me an ounce of attention. Before him guys never looked my way. Jungkook remains silent, letting you pour out what’s on your mind.

“Suho had me fooled, I thought I was special to him, thought he saw something in me that was different from the others. Turns out that was his game after all”

You speak so animatedly, your hands wave around in the air, your eyebrows scrunch when the memories come back to you. “It’s stupid really, how I used to gush to him about finding the one person in the universe that was created just for me. I guess he used this as my weak point.” 

Inhale, exhale. 

“He made me believe he was that special person for me, used it as an excuse to pressure me into sex.” A tear rolls down the side of your face, falling perfectly in a straight line. “I almost gave in, but something just felt so wrong. Every time I said no he would call me terrible names, tell me that no one would want me if I never gave them what they wanted. And I believed him.”

Another tear escapes your wet orbs, Jungkook is there to wipe it this time.

“I broke it off after I found out he fucked my roommate and gave her some disease.” You chuckle, “I guess I’m lucky I never let him fuck me huh?” 

Jungkook’s heart breaks at your saddened eyes and the way Suho treated you, he sweeps a stray hair out of you face. “I think you dodged a bullet there princess, what he did to you was pure evil, no one, and especially you don’t deserve that”

You sit up, wiping remaining tears and thanking him as you go, “It’s your turn now.” You pat his thigh, “tell me why Suho got you so riled up tonight.”

Jungkook shuffles in his spot, “It’s actually kind of similar to you.”

You gasp sarcastically, “no way he pressured you into sex too?”

He laughs, eyes squeezing shut, “No, no, nothing like that.”

You lean closer to Jungkook, giving him the same attention he had given you. “My father left when my mother found out she was pregnant with me, so growing up I had no male figure present in my life. My mother stopped at nothing to give me that to the point that almost every week I’d wake up and see a new man drinking out of my favourite mug. I didn’t mind it because I was only a child and some part of me always hoped they would stay, but they never did.”

“My mom was a hopeless romantic. She held so much sentimental and idealistic views on love that it stuck to me. She always told me that there was someone special out there just for me.” You smile at the similar belief, Jungkook sighs. 

“Cut to college, Suho was the first friend I made. I had no experience with girls whatsoever, and I still held on to my mother’s faith. Whenever I talked to Suho about it he would always shut me down or make fun of me.”

“He told me that all my feelings are bullshit, and that I only felt that way because I’ve never hooked up with anyone before. Next thing I knew we were going to parties every week getting absolutely shitfaced and fucking every girl I laid eyes on.”

You nod, listening intently. “And tonight, he hit a nerve. What he said made me realise that I’m just as bad as him. He moulded me into this person and now I have a reputation.”

Jungkook’s eyes drop, “he broke my concept of love before I even got to experience it.”

You never knew Jungkook was in a place like this. You always thought he was like Suho, built to break hearts and show no emotion when it came to love. Jungkook was nothing like that. His heart was truly big, desperately longing for someone.

Placing your hand on top of his own you comfort him as best as you can, “oh, Jungkook, trust me when I tell you this, the love in your heart is not broken. Think about it, most people you’ve met have been through college right?” He nods, “there are so many other people out there that you’ve never met, soon you’ll be able to find that someone and learn how to love. I know you present yourself as this emotionless playboy, but once you let that part of you go it’ll feel so freeing.”

Jungkook stares deeply into your eyes, he’s so thankful that he decided to bring you here, he can’t contain his happiness. 

“Can I like, hug you?” Jungkook asks shyly. You smile, and it’s so big and bright Jungkook might as well be staring at the sun. Before he knows it, you’re tackling him into the most wholesome hug he’s ever had. You’re warm and you smell like vanilla, It feels like home.

“Get up”, he says abruptly, extending his arm to pull up your confused self.

“What-”, Jungkook cuts you off, “have you ever just let yourself scream?”

Jungkook has intertwined your hands together, and your heart pounds at the realisation of how well they fit together. “Well, no but I assume that’s what we’re about to do right now.”

He pulls you closer to the edge of the small hill, the view of the city sparkles right in front of you. “On the count of three, one- two- three!”

You scream, you let it all out and God does it feel refreshing.

The two of you sound utterly insane, but none you give a single fuck. You scream until your lungs burn and your throat itches you to stop.

The volume of both of your voices ring out into the night sky only for the moon, stars and yourselves. The night is still young but Jungkook wouldn’t have it any other way.

With you he lets go of everything, all the past mistakes, all the hurt because at this moment he feels like he could fly, soar into the clouds. 

He feels infinite.

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omg omg omg... what if jk sees yn WALKING TAE HOME?? like it looks like that but they’re just passing by his place or something and he’s actually walking yn home ?? and to make matters worse jk THOUGHT it wasn’t like that but someone told him “oh yeah she’s walking him home, she’s always done that with him” sorry if it’s not an original idea

cold senior!y/n x stem major!koo masterlist :D

it’s raining at a party and jungkook gets the wrong idea

“good evening.”

yoongi sQUAWKS at the shock that’s mere inches away from his face, having only woken up from his afternoon nap that ended up with him waking right before dinner

why were you all up in his face

what the fuck was that for ://

“god, never do that to me again,” he grumbles at the abrupt awakening even if it’s his system that told him to, only a convenience that you happen to be there when he was starting to shift in his now-shallow slumber

“guess what!!!”

oh you’re squealinG??? alright that must be good

it’s nice to hear you excited anyways because you haven’t been for a long time ever since j*ngkook lol

“just show me,” yoongi sits up fully from his position on the couch, rubbing the remaining sleep off his eyes

normally, you would be pissed instantly because him not guessing just spoils your whole excitement

but tHIS time you don’t look bothered at the slightest, proceeding to take his faux disinterest in stride

the door clicks open and seokjin strides in like he owns the place, trying to immerse himself in the situation he’s walked on as fast as possible

you squeal in regard, eyes now switching between him and yoongi before you whip out something from behind your back

“i got a lunchbox!!!!”

you thrust the lunchbox (you recreated it in the way you receiver it) to yoongi’s face and he flinches momentarily, eyes focusing on the lunchbox first before his mind processes your words

“that is a really shiny scarf it’s — wait what??”

you,,, gOT A LUNCHBOX????

..... and it’s not from him??

yoongi looks at seokjin and the way he looks perplex but definitely sure confirms that it isn’t him either

“so someone — you received a lunchbox. huh.”

WOOOOOOW

you nod earnestly, admiring the shiny scarf and the handiwork of an embroidery that’s your name on it

“yup! i was with taehyung when i noticed it on the corner of the room.”

oh god

seokjin scratches the back of his head and it’s a dead giveaway that yoongi notices, something sketchy definitely up in the air that shouldn’t be there

“yoongi! come here for a sec. i have a uh, question about weed :-)”

jin is nOT good when it comes to segues

he takes the liberty to pull aside a yoongi who has question marks knitted on his eyebrows, his gaze immediately trained on him once they’re far enough away from you

“long story but!!!!! that jungkook kid gave y/n the lunchbox. taehyung just happened to be there.”

you see

yoongi could only digest multiple things from a single sentence at once

but the problem is, he’s digesting EVERYTHING from jin’s sentence and he didn’t want to

he’s just gonna omit the parts he hates the most :D

“y/n. taehyung gave you that lunchbox. say thank you to him tomorrow morning.”

NO??????

jin sputters because that is clearly not the truth he’s just said

and apparently, you seem to think so to because you just laughed at his cutthroat statement

“no he didn’t,” you heartily laugh, putting down the lunchbox before crossing your arms across his chest

no way

both jin and yoongs freeze this time because does that mean you already know who gave the lunchbox to you??

and if you know who, and if you’re laughing right now,,,, does that mean you’ve already forgiven jungkook????

pls say no

“i already thanked taehyung, yoongs,” you smile at the fresh memory, “but two seconds later, he told me that he WASN’T the one who made it for me. he said he’s good at baking, but horrendous at cooking!!!!”

...

.....

“....... so you really don’t know who it is?”

“nope! not a clue :D”

whew

yoongi thinks you should never get to know who it is

jin thinks you shouldn’t know who it is tHIS early

yoongi dodges the topic easily to refrain from dwelling on it any longer, about to send an angry text full of queries to jin later on

“mmm. what was the lunch?”

“my favorite!!!” you beam and even whip out your phone to show them the picture of the food you ravaged hours ago

you turn your eyes to jin, giddy in excitement while yoongi’s holding your phone-holding hand to zoom into the picture

“and it’s just like your recipe!!!”

.. hehe

..... that’s because it his

goddamn jungkook managed to recreate it like his recipe???? hmm commendable

alright yoongi’s angrily looking at him rn

maybe he’ll send an angry paragraph text this time >:(

“weren’t you concerned like... since you don’t know the person? what if they poisoned your lunch?”

yoongi suggests in an attempt to make you think rationally, away from his insistence that you should nEVER know that jungkook made you your favorite

“then i got a good meal out of it.”

:O

that’s not,,,, that’s not a good answer

b-bestie ??????

both yoongi and jin are speechless and the former takes the lead once more, clearing his throat because the conflict of this lunchbox thing is presenting makes his head ache

“anyways, there’s another party tonight.”

you raise your hand quick in the prospect of unwinding for free

“i’m in!!”

“you should be. hoseok’s the host.”

that makes it even better!!!

it apparently doesn’t for mr. student affairs because jin groans in annoyance, not really digging his school official position because he’d need to sit this one out forcibly :///

“goddamn it. jung’s throwing it? his parties are sO good that it even reached our radar when i was still a senior!”

it it reaches senior-level status of approval then that’s like,,,, the only seal of approval you’d ever need

“no way,” you’re awed at the newfound fact, not expecting that hoseok was already an A+ party-thrower even before he became a senior this year

“even namjoon liked his parties.”

namjoon THEE student registrar??? the same namjoon as in your friend by extension because he’s sort of a friend to seokjin???? :O

“really? even namjoon found his parties great??? BUT HE’S LIKE-“ yoongi finds the right substitute words to a stick up his ass in the most respectful way possible because he’s sort of friends with the guy too, “he’s like namjoon,, he’s the antithesis to hoseok.”

jin shrugs because everyone knows the saying at this point

there’s something for everyone at jung’s

“wear a face mask?” yoongi suggests to jin so he wouldn’t be recognized, knowing he’s a lil upset that he can’t come to this party because the face he boasts about is known by everybody

“no. i’m gonna look like a fucking narc, yoongi.”

alright that makes sense

he bounces back from that, waving his hand to shoo you and yoongi off

“sucks. yeah whatever. i’ll hold the fort down, just don’t do anything stupid enough for me to pick you up.”

:)

you’re not gonna do anything stupid!! :)

jungkook’s too down to even focus at the moment

he’s at his desk and he’s supposed to study for a test tomorrow, and all the material needed for it is engraved in his mind already, but well

yeah his mind’s only fixed on you right now and not chemistry

“she thought it was someone else who gave her the lunchbox.”

jin flinches as his door bursts open, his lunch break sign posted rIGHT outside the door to avoid things like these happening

oh it’s jungkook

oh. it’s jungkook ://

“i keep telling you that counseling’s right next door, kid.”

jin himself digs the running joke but jungkook apparently doesn’t, a sorrowed look to his face that can’t be fixed by some teasing

jin ignored that obviously because it’s not like he’s on jeon’s side!! he’s just here to be as neutral and realistic as much as possible

“and besides, it’s not like you put your name on it, right?? wasn’t that your whole purpose? do it to her like she did to you?

”m-my name...,. i’ll put my name...?”

WAIT HOLD ON

jungkook jolts from his desk, an epiphany forming in his mind

he may not have understood the interaction he had with mr. kim hours ago, but after replaying it in his head for hours now (along with that part of you mistaking taehyung to be the giver), he fINALLY gets an idea

he rushes out of his room and right to the couch where jimin’s sprawled out and watching a movie

“hi jimin!!! is there a party tonight?”

jimin almost falls out of his seat from the surprise of seeing jungkook altogether, gripping his chest

“f-fuck! — yeah. yeah dude, there’s a party tonight...?”

wait why is he asking

“o-okay!! take me with you.”

WHAT

jimin’s surprised that jungkook wants to come with, let alone even ask in the first place

buuuut jimin’s a good friend and he’ll say his assurances first before he gets to asking the why aspect to this

“alright. by the way about last time, kook — i swear i won’t leave you alone this time!! i’m gonna hold my alcohol in and-“

“no, no!” jungkook interrupts and shakes his head strongly, spooking jimin for a second with how determined he looks

“you can leave me alone at the party!! i-i’ll be there on my own.”

this is his idea

he’s a man with a plan!!! he’s also a man who has your eyedrops and the various containers he made with it inside his gigantic hoodie pocket

he’s more comfortable now than he was the first time he came around at a party

he knows you’re here somewhere along the crowd and that alone brings him comfort :-)

“i’m gonna go outside. these vape juices are annoying.”

you huff the moment you get a whiff of sriracha-flavored vape juice one more time, the whole area where you happen to sit in being the most annoyingly-scented room in the whole house

who does that!!!!! who gets condiments as their fucking vape juice!!!!!

yoongi waves you off as he’s also nearing his limit too, his peeve being mint chocolate juice and he’s gonna dip as sOON as this dude at the corner tries blowing it into laughable smoke rings again

yeah that’s what fresh air smells like alright

.... and rain??

it’s raining???

wow you haven’t even noticed and practically no one else did

hoseok’s sound system must be too good for none of you to notice that it’s raining outside!! a light shower that looks like it’s gonna turn into buckets within a matter of minutes

“Y/N!!!”

a voice yells into the street and your eyes widen with how loud it is, squinting your eyes hard to try and see the source

is that-

“TAEHYUNG?!?!”

is he running towards you??

wait why is he running towards you

(tae actually found out about this party through yoongi and he heard that there were non-alcoholic jello shots and mini cake hors d’oeuvres which are his favorites so he’s sprinting)

the way that he’s running towards you and the water that puddles when he steps gives you anxiety, a worried lilt to your yell

“TAE?? BE CAREFUL IT’S-“

taehyung can’t register what you just yelled out because before he knows it, he slips

he slips suddenly in the rain and there’s a harsh twist to his ankle in doing so that makes him choke out

“WHAT DID YOU — FUCK!!^]%{^]”

oh my god

you grab the nearest umbrella in the rack from your right, speed-walking to where taehyung’s fallen on the ground

he’s visibly startled, blubbering when you get to him

“i-i’m not crying. it’s the rain.”

of course :-)

you lift taehyung without much help from him since it’s hard for him to shift his body weight into one foot, putting yourself underneath his arm

“yeah, i believe you,” you smile as to comfort him and he returns it in relief, knocking the side of his head to the top of yours because his adrenaline’s through the roof

“i’ll walk you home. or to the emergency room. your call.”

“ER please??? god, m-my roommate’s into crystals and i don’t think amethyst can help me with this.”

yeah lmao that’s your cue to start walking

you text seokjin to meet you at the hospital instead of here, having to consider the fact that an official from student affairs is picking you up and is indeed your best friend being enough of a shock for poor taehyung at the moment

jungkook’s been looking for you for the past minute ever since you stood up from the couch, following you out the door but uh,,, you’re not here??

who is here?

oh wait!!! that’s vernon at the bench by the front foor!!! he’s from his stem class :D

“was that y/n? a-and taehyung?”

jungkook doesn’t beat around the bush because he’s sort of friends with the guy too, the same guy who’s a lil giggly with the daiquiris at the moment

“hey jimin!! what’s up dude? yeah, that was y/n and taehyung.”

uhm what

jimin’s BLONDE!! how could he get mistaken for jimin?

jungkook ignores the mistaken identity, eyes anxiously pointing towards the road again

“she’s walking him home?”

“totally. she’s always done that with him.”

what

..... what

he’s trying to trust it on good faith that vernon absolutely doesn’t know what he’s talking about

jungkook’s hurt but god does that pain shoot through him instantly, getting out of the porch wistlessly

wAIT

that’s you!!! that’s still you!!!!

and you’re-

????

you’re holding up taehyung and he’s limping

your ears pick up on the sudden running behind you and that pANICS you and in turn panics tae

but that doesn’t matter

it shouldn’t.

the cabs are atleast three more blocks away and neither of you brought a car because the dorms are walking-distance

everyone that’s left at the party has got to be too intoxicated to even put a key in the ignition

the weight on your shoulder eases and it makes you stop in your tracks to see if tae’s suddenly regrouped

is that —

jungkook lifts taehyung by his other arm, the light shower of rain making his hair damp without an umbrella like yours

“taehyung’s hurt.”

it only registers now that you’re seeing jungkook and he’s right here, surprising you as a whole

jungkook’s as startled as you are, swallowing the nervousness upon seeing you to get his words out

“a-and i wanna talk to you.”

#wHAT SHOULD HAPPEN AT THE NEXT UPDATE OMG #stem koo #jungkook imagine #jungkook imagines #jungkook oneshot #jungkook oneshots #jungkook drabble #jungkook au #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #jungkook angst #jungkook fluff

[fluffallamaful]

Sass-nap’s Demise

🦙🦙🦙…

Based on Anon’s prompt

Summary: Sapnap is being a little too arrogant for his own good, considering how ticklish he is. Dream puts him in his place. Simple as that. TREMENDOUSLY PLATONIC.

Warnings: tickling, swearing (sappy nap)

Word Count: 1930

THANK YOU FOR BEING PATIENT!!!!!! This was submitted right after MCC lmao I am so sorry 😩 But I had fun writing it so I hope you enjoy 🥳

🦙🦙🦙…

“Should’ve gone right.”

“Dream.” Sapnap warned, resisting the urge to slam at his desk again. He readjusted himself in his chair, leaning forwards towards his monitor, and quickly clicking past the death screen with a grunt. It was the 5th one he had seen in the past 5 minutes.

“You’re getting owed!” Dream remarked, ignoring the brownette’s grumbling, and leaning over the back of his chair. “I literally told you to go right and you refused!”

He watched as the counter flashed on the screen, the glass panes disappearing to start the round of battle box. Sapnap was versing Punz, and while Punz was a decent playing in Dream’s eyes, he should not be kicking his roommate’s arse this hard.

“Sapnap! You’re going left again!!” He exclaimed, an exasperated finger flying towards the screen before he even had time to catch it.

“DREAM FUCK OFF YOU’RE IN THE WA- AGHHHHH!!” Sapnap screamed, craning his neck over Dream’s wretched arm, only to be met with the ‘you died’ screen once again. “DREAM!! You green idiot you made me LOSE!!”

“You went left!! You were going to die anyway!!” Dream argued, sheepishly retracted his runaway hand, and draping it over Sapnap’s shoulder.

“STOP TELLING ME TO GO RIGHT!! I was literally winning every single round until your dumb arse wandered it’s way in here!!”

“I’m only trying to give you advice!” The blonde defended, watching as Sapnap’s character darted into the portal to start another round.

“I don’t need your advice anymore, I’m literally the same rank as you!”

“Well…” Dream scoffed, eyes rolling at the brownette’s arrogance. He had placed better than him individually in MCC one time, and now suddenly he thinks he can pull that card on him.

“What do you mean ‘well..’ ?? You only win when you’re on a team with me and you know it.” Sapnap snapped, stubbornly shoving Dream’s hand away from his shoulder. The blonde immediately replaced it.

“That’s just not true!! If anything, it’s the other way round!!” He pointed out, giving a few half hearted flicks to Sapnap’s ear.

“FUCK OFF!! I carried your arse in survival games and hole in the wall!!” Sapnap spat, bouncing at the glass panes as the timer ticked down once again. He attempted to duck away from Dream’s onslaught, his hand abandoning his keyboard briefly to batt away at the pesky fingers. “STOP!!”

“What about sands of time?” Dream continued, a smirk pulling at his lips as Sapnap’s shoulders hunched up, him scrunching up in his chair. His attempted defence became rather useless once the round began however, his attention being sapped away by his gameplay.

“Oh and you’re one to talk about dying in sands of tihihime- DREHEAM FUCK. OFF!!” He yelled as one of Dream’s flicks accidentally caught his neck in the playful attack.

“Was that a giggle?” Dream queried, a teasy tilt to his voice. He wiggled a finger over the patch of skin again, smiling when Sapnap shrieked and scrunched up his neck. “Naww, is Sappy Nappy, the big ‘S-Tier player’, a little ticklish~?” He crooned, blowing gently over the younger’s ears, and switching his wiggling to pinching around his neck and shoulders.

“STAHAP dude!! I’m gonna lohose agahahain!!” Sapnap whined, light cackles interjecting his words, and a soft blush creeping onto his cheeks. He tried to squirm away from the older’s hands, but they followed his every movement precisely. They even managed to dodge his grappling hand, his other hand working extra hard to keep the round of battle box afloat. However, that too proved to be rather useless. “I thohohought you were helping mehehe!!”

“Well I thought you didn’t need my help?!” Dream reminded stubbornly, watching as the minecraft avatar bounced helplessly in circles. The younger whined, but he gasped when Dream migrated his pinches and pokes down to his chest, a few squeaks escaping him.

“Oh~?” Dream smirked, pausing his attack briefly to relish in his roommate’s panicked reactions.

“Wahahahihihit Dreheheam Dreheheam ACTUALLY STAHAP!!” Sapnap pleaded, him suddenly realising the stifling situation he was in. He flinched harshly when Dream poked at his chest again, before falling into breathy laughter when the spot apparently was deemed intriguing enough to continue.

Sapnap’s arms immediately clamped down to his sides, valiantly sacrificing the game in hopes of ceasing Dream’s tickly attack. If he had been in any other situation, Sapnap would have immediately fought back. However Dream had managed to render nearly all escape routes defective. He couldn’t push his chair back from under his desk to stand up as the blonde was keeping it still, which also prevented him from spinning. There was also no way that he was going to stick his arms up and attack Dream blindly. Mainly because, well, his armpits were pretty bad. Well at least they used to be. He seemed to remember that his armpits in the past had made him produce the most embarrassing squeals… And he was not quite prepared to unleash the noise around Dream quite yet.

“What are you doing!? You can’t let go of the keyboard you’re gonna lose!!” Dream jeered, easily dodging around Sapnap’s fortified defence. He chuckled when the younger let out a giggly whine, slumping down in his seat and shaking his head as his laughter became more desperate.

“Stahahap!!! This ihis embaharrahassingg…”

“Embarrassing! Well that’s no good.. If only there were someone here who was good enough to help you hmm?” The blonde hinted, a huge smile plastered on his face. Who knew that Sapnap’s sass could be taken down with just a little tickling. He allowed his hands to wander down to the younger’s ribs, marvelling as his body practically spasmed to the touch.

“DREHEAM!!” Sapnap screeched, desperately trying to shake the blonde off. He attempted to sink down to the floor, but gasped sharply when he felt an arm hook under his own, yanking him back into his seat. “Nahahaha STAHAP let me gohoho!!”

“Admit that I’m better and I might.” Dream smiled, using his right arm to keep Sapnap in place, while spidering his left hand up and down his now exposed ribs. He looked up at the monitor, smirking once he saw Punz’s confused messages in chat. “Oh look Punz is asking where you are?! Should I tell him??”

“STAHAHAP you idihiot nohoho!!!”

“Ohh, I’m an idiot am I~?” Dream challenged, vibrating five fingers over Sapnap’s ribs, relishing in the squeaking cackles that erupted from the younger, his voice cracking and changing pitch every now and then.

“STAHAHAP DREHEAM IHIHIM SohOHoRRihHihyy!!” Sapnap pleaded, his whole right side jolting at the touch. He commanded his arms to push at Dream’s confining one, however they were all but sapped from strength.

“What are you sorry about?” Dream prompted, his low voice echoing from right next to Sapnap’s ear. Sapnap gasped, ducking his head away from the older.

“FUHUHUCK OFF!!”

“Sapnap!! That’s no way to talk to your mentor!!” Dream mock-gasped, although he couldn’t help but chuckle as his friend let out a terrified yelp, his struggling increasing at the unmistakable threat of more tickles. “Have anything to say for yourself?”

“Dre- Dreheheam! Dream wahahihiht, WAIT!!” The brownette babbled, sucking in deep gulps of air as Dream slowed his attack to scratching at each of divot and rib available to him.

“I’m waiting~” He hummed, watching fondly as his long-term friend wiggled in his chair, bubbly laughter pouring out of him. “Your laugh is so cute.”

“S-stahahap doHohOn’T sAhaHAy thahahat…” Sapnap complained, his gentle blush from before deepening to a deep red. Dream’s eyes widened with curiosity, a playful grin forming on his lips.

“You’re blushing~”

“STAHAP IM NOT!!”

“Ok fine! New deal. You admit that I’m better than you, AND call yourself a cutie. And I won’t tell Punz what’s going on, AND I’ll stop immediately.” Dream announced, kneading a few fingers into the wiggling brownette’s ribs to prove his point.

“WHAHAT!! No. No! Dreheam cohohome ohon nohow- HEHEY!! Sapnap’s attempt at negotiation was blantantly ignored, Dream’s kneading fingers picking up their pace and honing in on a particularly sensitive upper rib.

Sapnap screeched, kicking his legs in his seat as his squeaking cackles returned. His face was ablaze with the prospect of Dream’s ‘deal’. Admitting that the blonde was ‘better than him’ was no problem, but calling himself a cutie?? God no. But then also if he doesn’t? Did he really want Punz to know about this??

“Alright you’ve got 10 seconds before I tell Punz.” Dream demanded, switching sides and attacking Sapnap’s left armpit with his confining right hand, as his left reached over towards the younger’s keyboard. Only as he leant over, his eardrums were nearly blown out by a shrill squeal produced by the brownette.

“NAHAHAHAHAHAH- DREHEAM NOT THEHERE GEHEET OHOUHUHUT!!!!”

“Hoholy crahap!!” Dream laughed, shaking out the ringing in his ear. “Well I’ve found a bad spot. This should make the decision a lot easier Sappy~!” He teased, reaching out to Sapnap’s keyboard once again.

“WAHAHIHIHIT DRE- DREHEHAM!! YOU- YOHOHU’Re bEheHettER YOu’Re BEHEhettEr JUHUST STAHAHP!!” Sapnap screeched, his throat burning as laughter tore through it. Well he was right, his armpits were still as bad as he had remembered…

Much to his relief, Dream’s fingers ceased their wiggling, allowing Sapnap to gasp in some much needed air. He leant back in his chair, eyes squeezed shut as residual giggles still tumbled out of his mouth.

“Thanks bud. Got anything else to say?”

Sapnap rolled his eyes and the blonde’s smug tone, although his eyes shot open when he heard a few keys on his keyboard click.

“W-wahait..” He stuttered, eyes falling to the message that Dream had typed out in chat, his finger hovering teasingly over the enter key, the second half of the deal promptly whittling it’s way back into Sapnap’s brain.

Sorry Punz, Dream just tickled the sh*t out of me, I’m back now.

“Dream! You can’t send that!?” He gasped, his eyes widening as a wave of embarrassment washed over him.

“Got anything else to say~?” Dream repeated cheekily, giggling as his finger wiggled over the enter key.

“Wait STOP ok ok..” Sapnap submitted, filling his cheeks with air in preparation to just casually call himself a cutie because Dream told him to. What an absolute weirdo… But it was either this, or sending that message to the whole MCC server…

“You’re going red.” Dream stated from above, causing his already warm face to heat up further.

“Stahap dude!!”

“Just say it!”

“I’m trying!!! You say it!”

“Sapnap. I am one button from embarrassing you in front of the whole server… Make this easy for yourself.”

“Ok ok.. I’m- ugh. I’m a cutie..” Sapnap mumbled, his eyes absolutely falling straight to the ground as a devious smirk appeared on his friend’s stupid face.

“Yeah you are.” Dream chuckled, playfully ruffling his hair in a head lock.

“FUCK OFF!!”

Dream let him be.

The rest of the afternoon remained uneventful, Sapnap continuing his MCC practice with little to no interruptions from Dream. Him even managing to divert Punz’s attention away (barely) from his sudden MIA business.

Dream had eventually sauntered back off to his own room, continuing the video he had been editing. However his moment to himself only lasted a couple of minutes before Sapnap burst down his door, an extremely mischievous smirk covering half of his face.

Apparently, it had taken the younger this long to discover that he could indeed get revenge on Dream. Let’s hope for Dream’s sake, that he hadn’t felt that the blonde had been too mean…

🦙🦙🦙…

We love sapnap with ticklish boobies in chair 👍🏼

#ler!dream #lee!sapnap #mcyt tickle #dsmp tickle #more lee sapnap #yay #fluffallamaful fics

[tojitiddies]

✰ [GHOST] BUSTING MAKES ME FEEL GOOD

pairing ⋆ connie springer x fem!reader

synopsis ⋆ you don’t know who’s crazier. your ghost hunting boyfriend or you for even dating him.

warnings ⋆ paranormal encounters, slight ghost coercion, oral sex, vaginal sex, creampie

ꔵ there was no doubt about it, your boyfriend connie was an oddball. like tin hat wearing, crazy conspiracist, dark reddit forum odd. his friends often asked him how he’d bagged a chick like you in the first place and honestly you were curious too. you’d met him at a halloween party your best friend mikasa had thrown. one wild night and two awkward dates later you both became that sickeningly sweet couple that everyone hated to love.

at this point in your relationship you had grown used to connie’s random 3AM messages about some spooky forum he’d found or him sending random true crime articles he wanted you to read. he and his roomates jean and sasha all ran a somewhat popular youtube channel — they called themselves “the phantom philosophers” — where they covered different cryptid and ghost stories sent to them by viewers. they also went on numerous ghost hunts to try and speak or communicate with ghosts. you were always curious about your boyfriend’s odd way of life and even appeared on one of his streams once — his subscribers couldn’t believe he had a girlfriend. so, when connie asked you if you wanted to come along with him, jean, and sasha for a ghost hunt you jumped at the opportunity.

that’s exactly how you found yourself in front of an abandoned church while your boyfriend and his friends began setting up their equipment. tonight they were looking for the ghost of a pastor who secretly ran his own brothel beneath the church. one of the women had turned on him and murdered him while they were having sex. the story seemed completely made up, but connie assured you it was legit.

you watched as connie started setting up his body camera and clipping it to his jacket. “so...anything i can help with?” you asked, rocking back on the heels of your sneakers. connie looked up at you as if he’d forgotten you were there. “huh? oh, no babe you’re fine. just stand there looking pretty.” he replied sweetly. you forced a smile towards him, letting it falter when he went back to messing with his equipment. you had only agreed to this because you wanted to spend time with him, but this entire trip he’d been so distracted. you were so used to having his attention all the time, it was starting to take you out of the mood.

you decided to go find out what sasha was doing. she had a boyfriend too, niccolo. he was really nice and an amazing cook. earlier you’d asked her why he didn’t come with you all, to which she told you that niccolo was secretly a huge fraidy cat. when you approached her she was sitting in the trunk of jean’s pick up. she seemed to be really focused on...some sort of device? “what’s that?” you queried, sitting next to her. sasha beamed and shoved it into your lap. “this, my friend, is a modernized proton pack like the ghostbusters use! i’ve been engineering this baby for a couple months now and this is gonna be its first field run!” she squeals as she begins to point out all the functions and uses of the device. it looked sort of like a portable cd player.

while sasha babbled on about her “precious baby” jean and connie approached you both, equipment and cameras ready. “here you are ____.” jean presented you with a headlamp and a frequency tuner. “now first rule of ghost hunting, do not be on your own. you’re always gonna want a buddy. i’m assuming connie will fill that role?” he asked, looking between the two of you. you were still annoyed with him but you nodded anyway. you’d bring it up when the two of you were alone. “alright then. sasha you’re with me. and don’t even think about trying to spook me this time, i took self defense lessons and i’ll definitely clock you this time.” he scolded, to which sasha responded by rolling her eyes. “oh please, it was just a joke pony boy.” she taunted. jean shot her a glare. “keep it up.” he warned before turning back to you.

“second rule, do not under any circumstances curse a ghost. not only will that anger the ghost and make it mad at you, it will also get mad at everyone else and we don’t want any part of your beef. so keep it to yourself.” it was your turn to roll your eyes. “jean you don’t need to mansplain ghost hunting to me, i’m not stupid. plus i watch you guys’ channel all the time.” you say, sliding off the truck and situating the headlamp on. “i’m ready to get to some ghostbustin!” sasha hops up and high fives you. connie laughs and wraps his arm around your waist. “ah don’t worry jean, i’ll be with her the whole time.” jean stares blankly between the three of you before shaking his head.

“whatever. connie go ahead and start your body cam. it’s time to head in.” connie chuckles at jean’s annoyance and switches on the camera, a small red light peeps out to signal it’s recording. jean has one on as well, tapping his slightly to test it out. “alright gang, buckle up. i’m trying to meet a horny ghost.” he said with a grin, beginning his march into the church, the three of you following close behind.

ꔵ inside the church it was dusty and reeked of mildew. you pinched your nose as you and the others switched on your headlights. “jesus christ, it fucking stinks.” connie remarks. sasha elbows him in the rib. “dude we’re in a haunted church, you can’t take the lord’s name in vain.” she scolds him before crossing her shoulders in silent prayer. you giggle as connie rolls his eyes at sasha’s ridiculous antics. a strong gust of wind blows through the church, causing the front entrance to slam shut. you shriek, grabbing ahold of connie’s arm while sasha laughs at your frightened behavior. “don’t worry ____, ‘s just the wind.” connie reassures you, rubbing your shoulder.

“alright guys enough fucking around. it’s time to split up and cover more ground.” jean says, taking charge. “sasha, you and i are gonna explore the chapel and the pastor’s office. connie and ____, you both are going down to the abandoned brothel in the basement.” he instructs. connie groans and folds his arms. “seriously? that’s probably where his ghost is hiding.” connie complains. you tense up at that. it was only your first ghost hunt and they were sending you right into the fire. “that’s the point dumbass? sasha and i will be up here gathering frequencies and seeing if we can find any phantom residue. if you two can get in contact with the pastor, we can probably record his frequencies from up here to listen back later.” he explains.

sasha pulls some weird tool from her fanny pack, holding it up. “this is mission is perfect for using my tuning fork! i’ve been wanting to try this for ages.” she squeals, her voice echoing through the church. “damn sasha, lower your voice.” jean mutters, to which she responds with another giggle mumbling out a quiet “sorry”. jean looks back to the two of you. “well we have our assignments, lets get this show on the road my fellow philosophers.” jean salutes you both and opens the doors to the chapel, sasha waves and follows after him before shutting the door behind them. “jerk.” connie mutters under his breath. you squeeze his hand and smile up at him.

“c’mon connie, i wanna see my boyfriend bust some ghosts.” you say, hoping to cheer him up a little. connie nodded, barely acknowledging your attempt before starting to head off towards the doors leading to the basement. “alright babe, stick close. i have no idea what’s down here.” he instructed. you hummed in disinterest and began to follow him in his descent. amazing! astonishing even! you were practically throwing yourself at him, yet your boyfriend was still more interested in some stinky old pastor ghost. as you traveled deeper downstairs, the air around you began to get warmer like a stuffy room. by the time you’d gotten down to the basement there was a humid temperature surrounding you.

“is it to supposed to feel so warm down here?” you asked, taking connie’s hand to be as close as possible to him. connie whipped his head around the basement floor shining his headlamp on all the different doors. “you would think it’d be cold with all this concrete, it’s weird.” he finally answered, switching on his frequency tuner. you followed his movements and did the same. “good weird or bad weird?” you asked again, growing a bit concerned. connie shrugged before making his way towards one of the doors, his frequency tuner picking up. you glared at him, having had enough of his nonchalant attitude.

seduce him.

you blinked as the thought came from seemingly nowhere. you shook your head, deciding to ignore it. you watched connie peak into the room that was making his frequency tuner go off the wire, letting out a gasp. “____! you’ve gotta come see this!” he exclaims, grinning back at you before making his way inside. you follow after him, curious to see what surprised him so much that he actually acknowledged your existence. when you stepped inside you were surprised to find the room...spotless? there wasn’t a speck of dust anywhere. the decorative rugs and tapestries that hung on the walls created an erotic atmosphere. the large bed looked clean and comfortable as well, an oil lamp sitting on the bedside. “i thought this church was abandoned, who’s doing the upkeep?” you observed, still taken aback by the surprisingly clean and crisp room. connie pressed his hand down on the bed, feeling it out. “no idea. even the mattress and blankets feel fresh.” he marveled.

seduce him and gain his favors!

this time the thought echoed louder through your head, making you feel a bit lightheaded. your knees buckled causing you to drop down to the floor. connie whipped his head around in shock, instantly rushing to see if you were alright. “you okay baby?” he asked, concern lacing his words. you nodded and took his hand to help you stand back up. almost as instantly as you were back on your feet you felt the pressure in your head drop to your chest and then to your arousal. you let out a small whimper at the sudden wave of pleasure that came out of nowhere. connie pressed the back of his hand to your forehead, his touch felt like lightning.

“are you sure you’re okay? maybe we should — “ the door to the bedroom slammed shut behind you, but you didn’t really care. all you could think about was satisfying the sudden hunger that had come over you. connie jiggled the doorknob trying to get the door back open, curses spilling out of his lips. you sauntered up behind him, snaking your arms around his waist, swirling them up to lay your hands on his pecs. “wha — ____?” he turned his head to his shoulder, trying to get a view of you. you giggled and kissed his shoulder. “awh baby, we can stay in here and get comfy.” you whine, pressing yourself against him. connie tensed up in your embrace, caught off guard by your sudden switch in attitude. the oil lamp beside the bed flickered on, casting the room in a warm dim orange glow. connie grabbed your hands and snatched them off his chest. he spun around to face you, cupping your face in his hands.

“____, hey get ahold of yourself!” he tried snapping you out of it, his fingers popping between your eyes. you leaned up and kissed him under his chin. “i want you to get ahold of me.” you murmured, grabbing his wrists to place his hands on your waist. you batted your eyelashes at him with those puppy dog eyes you knew he couldn’t resist. connie gulped, his hand hands instinctively squeezing around your waist. “y-you’re not yourself, this isn’t right.” he muttered under his breath, more so talking to himself.

you snaked your arms up and around his shoulders walking back into the bed, flipping around to push him into the bed. “you made me very upset, ignoring me all night for your dumb ghost hunt.” you said, planting yourself in his lap, running your thumb along his lips. “how are you going to make it up to me?” connie frowns furrowing his brows. you don’t even wait for him to answer before letting your head fall to the side, kissing over the expanse of his neck.

connie shivered, falling prey to your advances. you snatched off both your headlamps in a playful demeanor while your other hand trailed down to the seat of his pants, letting your fingers splay out across his crotch. “____…w-wait a moment.” he breathed, letting out a slight moan when you squeezed your hand around his clothed length. you giggled softly, slithering from his thigh to between his legs. you nudged his crotch with your nose, looking back at up at him. his face was flushed and his eyes were glazed over with lust. that was all the indication you needed to begin to undoing his jeans.

your mind was clouded with thoughts of your boyfriend fucking your mouth and praising you with all the attention you’d yearned for. you pulled down his pants and boxers, licking your lips at his erect cock, leaking with precum. taking your thumb to his tip, you gently began to spread around the sticky substance. your tongue darted out to kitten lick the little mess you made, leaving connie hissing and squirming. “you’re such a tease.” he grunted. you grinned up at him knowingly before tilting your head to kiss along the length of his shaft.

connie desperately bucked his hips slightly as your kisses became wet and suctioning. done teasing him, you eagerly wrapped your lips around him sucking his tip before bobbing your head further. your tongue swirled around his shaft expertly, causing him to groan and buck his hips. you moan as his cock travels further down your throat, the vibrations of your voice stimulating him further.

“fuck baby…keep sucking me in just like that.” he huffs out, trying to keep his moans from pitching. his hands nestle in your hair, bringing your head down further. you relaxed your jaw as he continued to fuck your mouth, saliva collecting and dripping down your chin. connie bucked his hips into your mouth with fervor, you could tell he was close. “your throat feels so fucking good around me, keep swallowing me down just like that.” he praised, letting his head fall back against his shoulders.

he takes another deep thrust before you feel him spill his thick warm release down your throat. his cock twitches on your tongue as you slowly drag his length from your mouth. connie sits breathless on the bed, panting from the climax he’d just had, but you weren’t finished. you rose back up to your feet and stripped off your jeans and panties before crawling on top of him. with your hands slowly lifting your shirt over your head, you ground your wet cunt against the underside of his length.

connie stared up at you, his daze apparent on his face. “my turn.” you whisper, kissing the side of his mouth. you raised your hips slightly positioning his cock at your entrance before sinking down. you whimpered as you felt him filling you up all at once. connie took ahold of your hips, hissing as you clenched around him. “shit…your pussy loves sucking me in.” he groaned, bucking his hips again.

you whine, rocking your hips back against him. “it’s because i wanna feel you, right here.” you move your hand to your lower stomach, where you wanted to feel connie push against. connie smirked, lifting his knees up on and raising you up to hover over him slightly. “i can do that for you baby.” he growled into your ear before rapidly thrusting his cock into you. you grabbed ahold of his shoulders as he bucked into you, trying to keep your balance.

connie kept his word, fucking you balls deep with no mercy. you were so overwhelmed by pleasure you didn’t realize how loud you’d become. the oil lamp flickered as connie swiftly switched positions so you were on your back. he pushed your thighs back exposing your wet cunt that gaped for connie’s cock. he smirked and spit against you clit rising a whine from your throat. he chuckled cruelly before burying his cock back inside of you, his thrusts causing you to lurch up against the bed.

you clawed your hands over his his shoulder blades as he fucked you deep. “you feel so good, don’t stop!” you moan, arching you back as he hits your sweet spot. connie groaned from the way. you squeezed around him before leaning down to kiss you, his tongue swirling around yours. the sinful noises that came from between you both, echoing through the room. connie moved his lips across your jaw, praising you as he kissed and sucked your skin. you dazedly let your head fall to the side.

then you saw him.

a young man dressed in preachers robes, watching you both intently. you cried out clinging to connie — connie assumed it was a moan and continued to fuck into you. the preacher grinned at you and faded from your eyesight. just then connie let out a grunt. “shit baby, i’m gonna cum.” you were too dumbfounded to respond but it didn’t matter. connie had already grabbed your waist, pulling you down on his cock faster. the movement shocked you out of your mindstate, making you forget about the whole “pervy preacher ghost in the corner of the room” thing.

“fuck connie keep going!” you whine, your hand coming to grab your tits to keep them from bouncing out of your bra. connie fucked you like that until your legs became jelly and you creamed all over his cock. just as you were catching your breath connie came inside you, spilling his thick seed all over your walls. connie collapsed into your chest taking deep breaths.

“shit.” he breathed out, his hand squeezing your waist. “you okay baby?” he asked, tilting his head back to look at you. you smiled and nodded, massaging his short silvery hair. connie seemed to have a thought of realization and frowned. “i’m sorry ____. i should’ve done more to make you feel like i wanted you here. i must’ve looked like such an asshole. i was so focused on busting ghosts, i forgot the most important thing i wanted out of this was to introduce my girl to my uh…hobbies.” the sincerity in his eyes had you swooning. you cupped his cheek and leaned down to kiss the top of his head. “you’re forgiven.”. you say, before sitting up.

not a good idea.

your head was spinning. you moaned and grabbed your head, massaging it. “____? baby, what’s wrong?” connie asked worriedly, sitting up as well. then just as quick as the dizziness came, it went. you blinked. “i have no idea. maybe you just fucked me too hard, hm?” you teased, poking his shoulder. connie pressed the back of his hand against your forehead. you couldn’t read his expression, tho it looked like a mix between a shock, confusion, and disappointment. in short, nothing good. “what?” you ask.

connie shook his head. “this is gonna sound crazy, but do you think you were possessed?” he blurted out. you bit your lip, remembering the preacher and the strange echoing voice in your head. “ah…maybe? but i wanted that, it was me no one was controlling me. it just felt more like someone was egging me on.” you explained. even coming from your own mouth it sounded delusional. “oh my god connie, did i get possessed?!” you squealed, snapping your legs shut.

connie laughed and leaned forward, pulling you into his embrace. “no it wasn’t possession baby. just a bit of paranormal influence, like in the poltergeist.” this did not reassure you whatsoever, but connie was already sliding off the bed. “c’mon let’s go back upstairs and see what jean and sasha found. don’t tell them what happened okay? jean’ll kill the shit out of me.” he chuckled, kissing the top of your forehead. you did once over of the room again to make sure there was no ghost priest hiding in here before starting to get dressed again.

ꔵ “finally you two are here! you’ve gotta come see this!” sasha exclaimed as she saw the both of you approaching. sasha and jean had hooked up some sort of computer and were huddled around it. “what is it you?” connie questioned, taking your hand and hurrying you towards them. you smiled, relieved that he had meant what he said and was starting to finally include you. “it seems like whatever you guys did down there worked! we recorded these weird frequencies and we think we might have caught the pastors attention.” jean said, clicking around the screen.

you and connie exchanged wide eyed glances. “uh…what did you hear?” you asked, instinctively squeezing connie’s hand. jean and sasha shrugged. “nothing, we couldn’t hear it until it finished recording.” jean grinned up at the two of you. “but you arrived at perfect timing, now we can play it back together.” jean pulled up the sound byte. “jean i don’t think — “ connie started to protest, but jean had already pressed the space bar.

the empty church echoed with the sounds of your lewd moans and connie’s sensual praises. the heat rushed into your cheeks as you looked down in shame. you didn’t wanna see anyone else’s facial expressions. after what seemed like forever sasha’s hand darted out to pause it. safe to assume you were never invited to go ghost hunting with you boyfriend and his friends again. however you and connie did some extensive research afterwards.

connie’s body cam had mysteriously became static when he walked into the bedroom, so there was no footage of the ghost — you were honestly just relieved the two of you didn’t film a sex tape. however, apparently the ghost of the priest wandered the church, waiting to lure couples into the brothel rooms so that he could gain pleasure from seeing his brothel still be put to use. seven other couples who had visited the church also reported a strange occurrence where they ended up having sex in the brothel as well. you wondered how jean had missed that key part of research about the ghost.

“we may not have busted that ghost, but he sure made us bust.” connie cackled, nudging you. you gave him a pointed look. “you make awful jokes.” you told him, nudging him back. though the experience was a bit of a mindfucker, it truly brought you and connie closer together.

author’s note: hello again! this took me a really long time to write and yet it still feels really rushed :( i tried to do what i could in the edits but this probably isn’t my favorite. i would appreciate feedback if anyone has any though and if you did actually like it, thank you! i promise i can do way better though lmao </3

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[canyousevmyheavydirtysoul]

Bodyguard IV: Vegas Lights (Chapter Six) (B. Urie x Reader)

"DAMN BOYS," Ambrose wolf-whistled, letting his gaze wonder up and down as he approached you and Brendon at the bar with Reigns and Rollins in tow, "Have you ever seen anyone so attractive? So undeniably sexy?" He bit his lip and nodded appreciatively, then looked at you and gave a big smile. "Oh hey, (Y/N). You look good, too."

Unimpressed and unamused by his colleague's teasing, Brendon delivered a death stare in the Hound's direction before softly clicking his tongue and downing the remainder of his drink.

"Back so soon; I guess that means that the mission was successful?" you queried, arching a brow as you addressed the towering agents.

"Well it was definitely... eventful," Rollins answered. Your bodyguard's jaw tensed at the choice of words.

As Rollins and Reigns stepped around to properly greet you, Brendon took the opportunity to grip Ambrose's jacket and yank him closer. He growled lowly into his ear.

"The fuck are you guys doing back? And be warned that there's only one acceptable answer to that question."

The agents were so close to one another that Dean could smell the bourbon on Brendon's breath, and feel the vibrations of his voice on his skin. The blond gently shoved him back and smoothed the creases Brendon's fist had created in his jacket.

"Ease up on the suit, dude – it's a rental," the Hound complained, maintaining a perfectly jovial expression despite the furious one adorned on his counterpart's face, "And to answer your question... we're back because we got a lead."

Brendon frowned. "What kind of a lead?"

"The kind that-"

"Ambrose!" Your voice pierced through the air and halted their conversation, prompting them to both look to you expectantly. "Your friends are wusses. Wanna do tequila shots with me?"

Behind you, Reigns and Rollins stood vigourously shaking their heads and mouthing the word 'NO' over and over. As always, the third Hound totally disregarded his friends' instructions and proceeded to do his own thing.

"Fuck yeah!" He strutted over and picked up the salt shaker from the bar top. "When in Vegas..."

Cheering, you picked up a second shaker and the two of you went through the motions of taking a tequila shot. You were busy downing the alcohol when Rollins sidled up next to a seething Brendon.

"You wanna explain to me what the hell is going on?"

Puffing out his cheeks and exhaling, Rollins turned to face Brendon and began speaking in a hushed tone.

"Alright so, two things... one, we got a lead for this 'runaway-couple' mission and that's why we're back."

Now properly irritated, Brendon had to physically grip the edge of the bar to keep from lashing out. He'd given them explicit instructions to not return until they'd done what they were supposed to, and yet, return is what they did.

"You couldn't have called?" the brooding agent grumbled. "(Y/N) and I could've handled it. You had more important things to take care of."

Pushing himself away from the bar stool he'd been leaning against, Rollins straightened himself up and pointed at the other agent.

"Which brings me to thing number two – we didn't find Mason. BUT," the Architect made sure to elaborate as quickly as possible, "we're pretty sure that he's dead."

Red.

Red was all that Brendon saw.

However, for the sake of not drawing attention and blowing their cover, he suppressed his rage.

"Prettysure?" he echoed, voice eeriely calm, "You're prettysure? Do you have any idea what I will-"

"Before you bring the place down..." Rollins held his hands out in an attempt to combat the hostility radiating off of Brendon. "We have it on good authority that he's dead."

Taking a step forward, Brendon leaned in and narrowed his eyes. His tongue darted across his bottom lip. "And whose authority would that be, exactly?"

"A friend."

The Hound's face was earnest; he was clearly wholly convinced that the information he'd received was correct, and upon realising this, Brendon relaxed ever so slightly. He trusted the man in front of him, and would take his word as truth.

"Okay." Standing down, Brendon nodded slowly. "Okay. Good."

The sound of what was your and Ambrose's fourth tequila shot glass clinking against the top of the bar reverberated through the area, immediately drawing the attention of the two agents. Reigns was trying to prevent you from going in for another, but was failing miserably.

With frustrated sighs, Brendon and Seth made their way over and wrestled the shot glasses away from both of you.

"Will you quit it?" Rollins scolded his friend, knocking the plate of lemon slices away with a scowl. "We can't follow through with the plan if you're wasted."

"And the plan is what, exactly?" Brendon queried, furrowing his brow as he wiped the grains of salt off of your hand.

The three Hounds shared an unreadable look, then all stared at Brendon uneasily.

"We think it's a solid one," Reigns explained, stuffing his hands in his pant pockets and cocking one brow, "But you're not gonna like it..."

✧✧✧

Twenty minutes later. The music lounge.

"Just tell me what the plan is," you groaned, tugging on Brendon's arm while you had a hand wrapped around it.

The Hounds had explained what the lead was – according to their source, there was a concealed area of the casino that the kidnappers operated out of and wherein the abducted couples were held until transport. This 'lair' was reportedly accessible through the back area of the music lounge.

As far as leads went, this one wasn't particularly plausible, but it was the only one any of you had conjured up so far, and all of you were firm believers that any and all leads should be followed up on.

Your bodyguard and the other three agents had rudely excluded you from the earlier discussion of what exactly the plan involved, so as you shuffled along the carpeted lounge floor, you were entirely in the dark about what was about to go down.

"Nope."

"Why the hell not?"

"Because you're drunk." He looked at you disapprovingly. "And we can't take any chances. So you'll just sit right here," he led you to one of the couches and gently guided you into the seat, "and let us handle it."

Rolling your eyes, you scoffed. "Typical men. Always thinking you're better because you got the muscles and the charm and the-" you made a disgusted face "-testosterone. I could totally pull off this plan, you know!"

"Of course you could, babe." Glancing over his shoulder, he motioned something to one of the passing waiters before refocusing on you. Sticking his hands in his pockets, he tilted his head to the side and raised his brows. "But not like this."

You clicked your tongue and waved one hand dismissively. "I'm fine."

"You most definitely are not. And I must say, I'm crazy disappointed in how low your tolerance is."

"Whatever," you mumbled, slouching back into the soft couch and gazing out across the lounge.

Moments later, Brendon placed a ginger ale on the table in front of you. "Drink up. It'd be nice if you were at least slightly sober for this."

You obliged, and with the straw dancing across your lips, you frowned up at him. "For what?"

"This."

The alcohol coursing through your veins had slowed down your brain's processing abilities greatly, and it was only once Brendon was standing on stage with a microphone in his hand that you fully comprehended what was going on.

"Oh... my... god."

The opening notes of a song you didn't recognise blared through the speakers scattered around the lounge, garnering the attention of every person in the room and drawing their eyes toward the stage. The stage on which your bodyguard stood, face as emotionless as ever, but hands gripping the micstand with familiarity.

You stared, wholly captivated, watching as his hands slowly danced along the shaft of the mic, his fingers tapping along to the music that sounded through the air. As the gentle beat in the opening picked up, it was joined by a guitar riff, and when the drums jumped in soon after, your eyes practically bulged out of their sockets as you saw how Brendon reacted to it.

His usually perfectly quiffed hair bounded out of place as he banged his head back and forth, rocking out to the track with such vigour that you were completely convinced that the man that stood up there was not your stone-hearted, icy bodyguard.

But then he started singing.

And you knew that it most definitely was.

"Cross my heart and hope to die, burn my lungs and curse my eyes," he started, silencing everyone and everything in the room.

"I've lost control and I don't want it back; I'm going numb, I've been hijacked," he sang, slightly bumping up and down to the melody, "It's a fucking drag..."

He locked eyes with you, peering deep into your soul, and proceeded to sing his heart out.

"I taste you on my lips and I can't get rid of you,

So I say damn your kiss and the awful things you do,

Yeah, you're worse than nicotine,

Nicotine,

Yeah, you're worse than nicotine,

Nicotine,

Yeah..."

Stepping down from the stage, he ran a hand through his hair to push it back and swaggered over in your direction. Heart hammering in your chest, all you could do was sit there and watch; you couldn't speak, you couldn't move, you couldn't even think.

You were entirely puzzled as to why he was doing this, especially since he'd so often reminded you that he "doesn't sing." But you didn't dare question it. It was far too magical.

His voice was so powerful yet so angelic and each time he started singing again, you were drawn back in. You watched, entranced, as he commanded the room in such an effortless manner it was unreal.

Diverting his path, he turned to the right of you and began singing to the lady in red sitting alone at a table.

"It's better to burn than to fade away, it's better to leave than to be replaced,"

She blushed, clearly flattered, and you scoffed under your breath. Before the jealously could really set in though, he pulled away and strutted over to another table. This one had a group of girls around it – all of whom were shamelessly gawking at the gorgegous man performing in front of them.

"I'm losing to you,

Baby, I'm no match,

I'm going numb, I've been hijacked,

It's a fucking drag," he serenaded each one of them in turn, and they were practically drooling over him.

The intial shock and elatedness at hearing him sing had worn off now – mostly due to his show of obnoxious flirting – and you sat back in the couch, unimpressed.

Thankfully, he moved away from the girls before any of them could grab onto him. Now, he sashayed across the dance floor and towards the bar with each and every pair of eyes in the room focused on his every move, all of which were incredibly graceful and showman-like.

Reaching out to grab the edge of the bar top, he used it to spin himself around as he delivered the pre-chorus for the second time.

"I taste you on my lips and I can't get rid of you,

So I say damn your kiss and the awful things you do,"

In a movement so fluid and quick, he darted his eyes over to the far end of the lounge. It was so subtle and undercover that you were the only one able to catch it; and that was merely because of your heightened senses and agent training.

Knitting your brows together, you looked over to where he had and noticed something you hadn't before – a door, secluded and hidden in the dark but nevertheless surrounded by two bouncers.

At face value, they could've passed as regular patrons of the casino, but their burly nature and stiff body language told you that they were more than that. Although, judging by the tapping of their feet and slight bobbing of their heads, they were enjoying Brendon's performance just as much as everyone else.

And then it dawned on you.

Straightening up in your seat, you turned back around and watched wide-eyed as Brendon climbed atop the bar in one swift movement.

This was a distraction.  

"Yeah, you're worse than nicotine,

Nicotine,

Yeah, you're worse than nicotine,

Nicotine,

Yeah,"

The agent leapt off the bar, pressing his feet to the backrest of one of the stools and using it to slide down to the floor. Your eyebrows raised and you couldn't help but smile at his smooth moves.

Yet again, he approached a woman. This one, however, was with a partner and as a show of respect, Brendon didn't spend toomuch time serenading her.

"Just one more hit and then we're through,

'Cause you could never love me back,"

He turned his attention fully on you, as he started taking slow steps to your table. The two of you locked eyes again, and your lips parted slightly as he got closer.

"Cut every tie I have to you,

'Cause your love's a fucking drag,

 But I need it so bad," he closed his eyes and shook his head lightly, now practically right in front of you.

"Your love's a fucking dra-a-a-ag,

But I need it so bad."

He ran his fingers along your cheek and you leaned into his touch. Preparing to belt out the final chorus, he took one step back and ran his hand through his hair.

"Yeah, you're worse than nicotine,

Nicotine,

Yeah you're worse than nicotine,

Nicotine,

Yeahhhhh."

Pulling you up and out of your seat, Brendon gripped you flush against his body and  as the audience in the lounge gave him a standing ovation, hegave youthe most passionate kiss of your life.

So passionate, in fact, that you nearly passed out.

"Hey," he whispered, steadying you as your knees buckled, "You alright?"

You nodded. "Yeah," you were breathless, both from the kiss and from his performance.

"Good." He looked over his shoulder, noting that the two bouncers were now gone. "Let's get out of here."

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Surprise

Story under cut. Usual warnings.

"C'mon, get these," Liam orders as he tosses a bundle of white taper candles and holders at Josh, who fumbles as he catches them. "These will have to do. I ain't driving down to Bangor now. And these are the only ones they got."

They were in the candles and fragrance section of Rite-Aid. Standing beside them is Josh's younger sister Christie, decked out in a dark green crop top, denim jacket and skirt, chewing loudly on Skittles candies she boldly ripped open in front of a store employee sweeping the floor. The gangly young man had simply shrugged and kept moving along the aisle, pushing the wrinkled scraps of wrappers and dirt crumbs along the stained and scratched cream tiles.

It was Halloween night, and everyone else was out trick or treating or partying, so the store was almost empty.

"Shouldn't we use black candles? That's what they usually use, right?" Christie pipes up, tucking a tendril of wavy blonde behind her ear.

"They don't have them here, and I don't think we need them." Josh replies as a spiked-haired young man with a septum piercing and cartoonish-looking tattoos emerges from the snacks aisle with three bags of pretzels piled high in his arms.

"Someone's gettin' high tonight." Liam mutters, wiping his nose with the sleeve of his leather jacket as they watch the young man pay the cashier and exit.

"Hey where's Lucas?" Josh queries. "Thought he was coming?"

"Stuck at his girlfriend's. She goes to church and all that and thinks we're all a bunch of heathens." Liam grins, his neck-length greasy hair tumbling over his dark sunken eyes as he continues to scan the shelf, before blowing a sigh throw his nostrils.

"Hope he don't make that uptight bitch my sister-in-law. Would hate to see her every fucking holiday," he pauses. "Yeah, we're done here." he announces as he gives a quick flick of his hand, scarred with cigarette burns, motioning for Josh and Christie to follow him.

As a song by New Kids On The Block starts blaring over the store speakers, Liam sends a taunting grin at Christie as he begins a comical flailing of his limbs in the aisle, weaving his lanky frame, trying to mimic the dance moves of the boy banders.

"Hey, I'm Joey McIntyre. Ain't you into them Christie?" he says as he starts to snap his fingers as he does a shuffle up to her. With a disgusted visage, Christie sticks her palm out, blocking him from coming closer.

"God no," she says, her face looking as if she'd just taken a whiff of the worst-smelling garbage imaginable. "Fucking Greta Keene listens to that shit. Not me."

Greta had taken to hanging out front of Derry Middle School, waiting for Christie, and along with Sally Mueller, started chucking rolled up paper balls, juice boxes and empty soda cans at her as she passed by. She'd been a target since she'd walked in on them tormenting a girl named Beverly Marsh and promptly cussed them out. They then began targeting her. It had become a ritual at this point.

Liam halts his dancing, his mien dropping to a more serious one. "C'mon man." he says, sniffling loudly, running his left index along the thin black mustache that aged him at least ten years. He didn't look like a young man of eighteen, but rather a thirty year old you might see working Derry's seedy bar scene. Compared to Josh's more boyish, youthful appearance with his short dirty blonde hair, stonewashed jeans and Derry High School jacket, they made an odd match in terms of friends.

The young cashier looks nervous as the three approach, with Liam digging into the back pocket of his trousers, presenting some wrinkled up dollar bills and loose change.

"Hey, got money tonight man," Liam gives a leering grin to the cashier, whose cheeks are now flushed a light pink. He nods rapidly as he quickly takes the money from Liam, snatching it from his palm as if worried he might contract a disease by touch.

"See ya'," Liam continues his lurid grinning as he makes a finger gun with his hand, pointing it at the timid cashier, clicking his tongue. "Later dude."

After all three pile into Liam's red Pontiac Firebird, Josh tosses the plastic bag of candles into the backseat beside Christie. As they cruise along Kansas Street. Josh snaps on the radio, with Liam loudly belting out the lyrics as Josh cranks up the volume.

"You're motoring, what's your price for flight, in finding mister right, you'll be alright tonight!" he sings in an deep, exaggerated intonation, sending glances back at Christie over his shoulder. She loudly groans as she slinks down against the backseat.

"Why do you always have to be such a dick?" she sighs as she gazes out at the street lights blurring past. She huffs, folding her arms as he continues his taunting crooning, turning in his seat to face her, placing a hand dramatically over his heart.

"Babe, you know, you're growing up so fast, and mama's worrying-"

"No she ain't." Christie sternly cuts in, pushing the plastic bag aside as she shuffles in her seat, kicking the empty beer cans along the tacky floor with the toe of her sneakers. The odor inside the car nauseating her with what she suspected was a combination of weed and vomit.

They pass by a bar with patrons loitering outside. She points.

"Ma is probably in there."

Their mother Melanie certainly wasn't worrying about anything or anyone other than her next lay.

"I hate that fucking song." she adds.

Liam abruptly stops his warbling as they come to a stop in front of their destination; 29 Neibolt Street.

"Ah, fuck yeah!" Liam hits the breaks and leaps out, making his way to the trunk. Throwing it open, he removes a large heavy item, wrapped in a grimey brown cloth, along with a couple of flashlights. Slamming the hood, he approaches Josh and Christie.

"Here it is. It's big enough. We're gonna do this, man. And it's gonna be fuckin' cool!" he exclaims excitedly as he pounces towards the front door of the run-down mansion, long rumored to be a haven for every tweaker in town.

As well as ghosts and the occasional Satanist-a crowd that Liam ran with. It was his idea to come to the most infamous house in Derry to perform a seance. They'd let Christie tag along for the ride.

As Josh duly follows. Christie pauses, holding the plastic bag of candles, staring up at the circular attic window. She remains there, her hazel disks focused on the tenebrous just within the foggy and cracked glass.

She gazes over at the police tape draped along the wrought iron fence that had been torn, a sign that others had trespassed along the property.

"What a shithole." she mumbles beneath her breath.

A pair of large hands violently shove her forward. She nearly falls over, catching herself against the wooden beam of the porch, feeling a pinch against her thumb as a splinter pricks her skin.

"Ow, shit." she gasps as she whirls around, certain that asshole Liam or Josh were pranking her.

But no one.

She quickly runs inside, trying to work the splinter from her flesh, a tear of red blood forms, pushing it out.

"Someone just pushed me," she says as she shuts the rickety old door behind her, trading her gaze between her brother and his friend, trying to decide who was the culprit. She drops the plastic bag to her feet as she snatches up a flashlight, shining it on her finger.

"Maybe it was the ghost!" Liam cackles, his jeering grin a hint that maybe it had been him. Christie glowers at him.

"It's not funny. Someone came up behind me-"

"You just tripped," Josh interjects dismissively. "We were both in here. Liam was with me."

"Yeah," Liam agrees as he switches on his flashlight, aiming it at his face. "I told, you it was the ghost. This place is haunted like a motherfucker. You know by that piano teacher."

"Edna Cotton?" Josh inquires.

"Yep, lived here around 1906," Liam continues, "She was banging Joseph Mueller. He wouldn't leave his wife. So, one day, she invited his wife here for tea- and the wife had no clue about the affair- and then she crept up behind her with an axe and pow!" he swings his arms as if holding an invisible weapon. "Blade went into the back of wifey's skull. They found Edna wondering the streets afterwards, covered in blood. They hanged her a week later. They had to do it quick, since they were afraid the Mueller wife's family and friends would get to her first. "

"Wow." Christie says, her arms scissored around her, feeling a stark chill suddenly pulse through her, goosebumps prickling along her skin. The mention of the Mueller name made her think of Sally.

She glances to the front door.

No, no ghost. Just Liam being a douchebag and tying to scare her. Maybe she did trip. Pushing it out of her mind, she moves to stand by Josh.

"Alright, let's do this," Liam positions himself before the cloaked item, yanking away the material to reveal a large oval-shaped mirror. He traces a callused fingertip along its golden frame. "Mirrors are portals. Gateways."

Josh snatches up the bag of candles and pulls out his lighter, igniting each and lining them up around the mirror. Christie lowers herself to sit on the icy floor.

"Think this will work huh?" Josh queries as he stares at his reflection. Liam nods, keeping his eyes glued to his own.

"Legend has it The Brotherhood of Nineteen used to hold seances here," Liam says. "They also used to do mirror gazing, trying to contact the dead. I read one of them went crazy after he stared at a mirror too long and his reflection morphed into something inhuman, a demonic pigman or something. Now close your eyes."

Liam starts to recite an incantation under his breath, but neither Josh nor Christie can decipher what he's saying. The room is quiet, dark, save for the soft light of the candles.

Christie decides to peek, opening her lids and watching, eyes widening as she sees a pitch black fog that resembles liquid start to spread along the mirror, drowning out their reflections. She inhales sharply at the unexpected sight.

The black fog quickly vanishes as she does so. Liam growls, "Hey what the fuck?"

"I saw something. In the mirror-"

"It was working? Dammit! Don't fuckin' talk! Shit!" Liam hisses as he gives her a murderous glare. Josh places a hand on Christie's shoulder.

"It's okay. Just keep them closed." he offers gently as Liam keeps his intense brown irises on her.

"Again." he states coldly as he turns back to face the mirror, and, once again, recites that indiscernible invocation. Christie keeps her lids squeezed shut. For a moment she heeds Liam's order. But something was telling her to open them again. A tension begins to envelope her tiny frame, her chest tightening, heart thumping against the tightness forming in her throat.

And she looks.

What she sees is not an inky fog cloud this time, but...a clown. Clear as day. His round face outlined by the golden of the candlelight. His pupils two flaming smooth yellow rings. His grin is trimmed in dark red stripes that cut across his white cheeks. The most startling thing of all are his teeth; sharp and pointy, like a demon out of the horror movies.

"Oh my God!" Christie shrieks as she scrambles away on her hands and knees, coming to a stop near the staircase.

"Fucking Hell!" Liam roars as he bolts up. "You can't take her anywhere! Fuck!"

"What is it?" Josh crawls over to his terrified sister, her gaze on the mirror, bottom lip trembling as she leans her weight against her palms. The weird clown face has vanished from the glass.

"There was something in the mirror. A face in the mirror. Like...a clown's face." Christie breathes, her voice dripping with panic, her chest heaving rapidly. Liam gives a disgusted scoff, his hands on his hips as he hangs his head, shaking it.

"Can't bring her anywhere," he grumbles. "A fucking clown? What the fuck even?"

Wham! Wham! Wham!

A pounding starts from beneath the floor. Continuous, growing louder. More ominous. Even Liam looks startled at this. Josh eyes the floorboards, eyebrows knotted as he wraps an arm around Christie.

"Sounds like it's coming from the basement." he offers.

"Gee, ya' think so huh?" Liam states sarcastically as he stares downwards for a fleeting moment before he grabs up a flashlight and storms towards the kitchen in the direction of the basement door. "Probably some fuckin' crackhead. If it is, they're going to get their ass beat. I'm not in the mood for this shit."

Josh follows, with Christie close behind, her finger clasping the hem of Josh's black and orange high school jacket. Liam and Josh both charge down the basement steps, flashlight beams searching along the dusty warped steps. They both pause halfway down to glance at the darkness, a runnel of moonlight is cutting through the cracked and stained basement window.

"Who the fuck is here man?" Liam shouts as he keeps the light pointedly on the well, holding his forearm against the lower half of his face to shield against the odor of rotting wood. There is no answer, only the aged pulley that dangles over the well entrance begins to squeak as it swings, ever so slightly.

"What is-" Josh begins before he's cut off by the basement door slamming. He and and Liam bolt back up the steps.

"Hey Christie, the fuck you doing? Open it," Josh pounds on the door. "Hey! Open!"

Then, in between flesh striking the wood, they hear it. A loud bubbling growl emitting from the dark of the basement corner. Josh halts his pounding as he and Liam both turn their attention on the well.

Rising up from beneath is a creature, humanoid in appearance, save for its face. Its features were only somewhat visible in the dim light of the room. The blue-white moonlight gleamed along the tusks protruding out from its snarled and twisted mouth. It gave another growl, a snarl mixed with a squeal.

Like a pig. Its eyes were like two burning balls above its snout, devoid of any pupils, pointedly on both of them. The odd ruby stripes down its cheeks distort as it continues to snarl.

"Shit, the fuck is that?" Josh manages, grabbing Liam's elbow. The young man remains frozen, seemingly hypnotized by the creature's blazing corneas. Josh violently shoves him aside to resume frantically banging on the door.

"Christie! Open it! There's something fuckin' in here man! Open it!" he shouts, not removing his sight from the pig-like monster. "Fuckin' open you little bitch!"

Suddenly, the beast is behind them, moving with lightning speed at the bottom of the steps. Liam screams as it yanks him down by the ankles, he flails backwards, landing with a loud thud and a groan.

The beast then speedily leaps up and tackles Josh, the front of his skull cracks against the door. He falls to the ground, with the beast's demonic swine features becoming more blurry as he's rendered barely conscious, he feels the bopping of his head along the steps as he is dragged down the stairs.

"Hello, goodbye." the monster growls before it tears into Josh's throat, with Liam still knocked cold beside him.

Outside the door, Christie is staring blankly at it, hearing nothing. Just a stark silence. Her mind is hollow. Numb.

Christie.

A maniacal giggle follows.

Christie.

Another giggle.

She slowly turns around, looking up to the second floor balcony. Without giving much thought to what she was doing, she saunters up the steps, still hearing a soft insidious giggling amid the creaks of her soles along the wood. She comes to a halt in front of an open door to a room filled with clown dolls.

In the corner is a dark-haired woman seated on a rocking chair, facing the stained glass windows. On her lap, one of the clown dolls wearing a yellow and blue outift, with orange pom poms down its front. Its large eyes were turned downwards, and for a fleeting moment, Christie could swear she sees it blink.

"He said he loved me." the woman offers quietly. Christie sucks in a deep breath, her mouth becoming dry, a thump thickens in her throat. Her heart races against her rib cage.

"Who?" Christie squeaks as the woman suddenly turns to look at her. Christie's heart now feels as if it could stop beating completely at the sight she sees.

The woman's face is but a half-skeleton, bits of flesh dangling from her chin, her eyelids non-existent, leaving her bloodshot eyeballs exposed like two small moons. Her irises like black holes. As she rises, the front of her dress comes into view, caked in dark dried blood.

"He said he wanted me!" she screams as she presents an axe, splattered with blood streaks. Christie screams hysterically, falling against the door as the woman comes at her. The giggling starts again, and Christie, to her utter shock and horror watches as the clown doll that was sitting on the woman's lap becomes animated, moving on its own. It painted features now drawn into an evil glare.

All the dolls in the room were moving, waving their hands and giggling. A chorus of laughter chases after Christie as she takes off down the hallway, the insane woman following behind. She can hear the axe cutting through the chilly air as the woman swings it at her, barely missing Christie's back.

She bounds down the stairs, almost stumbling, grasping the shoddy railing, cobwebs catching along her fingers. She runs to the front door, jiggling the handle, finding its stuck-or locked.

There's no time to comprehend which, the crazed woman is coming for her. Only now, she has red stripes down her cheeks along the rotted flesh and bone. Christie dodges the swinging axe, making a play back up the stairwell. Still in shock, she holds in another scream, concentrating on finding refuge, running inside a room with a large leather chair, desk with a single lamp that was aglow, vintage record player and coffee table.

Inside, after she has closed the door and locked it. She stands, tears coursing down her beet red cheeks, a headache throbbing through her skull. Her whole body is trembling uncontrollably as she sinks to the floor, holding her knees, rocking.

If she could get to Josh. Or even asshole Liam would do.

Somebody. Anybody.

She remains in the same position for a few minutes, sniffling, tense, as she keeps her attention on the door, until she hears a crackling sound as the old dusty record player begins to play;

'You're motoring, what's your price for flight, in finding mister right, you'll be alright tonight.'

When the verse plays a second time, the needle begins skipping, the phrase, "What's your price" repeating on a loop. Christie tightly covers her ears, tucking her head down.

"What's your price?" the man in the red truck asks Melanie, whose leaning against the door. They're in the driveway of Melanie's house, and it's just after midnight.

"Whatever you got-" Melanie says in between her loud gum chewing. The man then nods behind her.

"Hey, we got company." he mutters. Melanie turns to see Christie in her pale lavender nightgown, clutching her Raggedy Ann doll.

"Mommy...?"

"Get your ass back in bed!" Melanie roars as she stalks towards her, pushing her up the porch steps.

Christie darts up, screaming as she runs at the record player, knocking it to the ground, stomping the shiny black of the record, smashing and cracking it. She continues to angrily pummel it with her soles, kicking the pieces aside. Her fury does nothing to drown out the forest of giggles she hears as she does so.

"Who is there?" she asks forcefully, feeling a new strength come over her. Her anger, her fear, were now colliding, blending, erupting in a powerful adrenaline rush.

She was done with this crap.

"Who the fuck are you?! Where's my brother, you fuckers?!"

The voices quiet, hushing each other, trying to hold in their mocking cackling. The room is dark save for the tiny lamp, and the only thing she can make out are the feet of her assailants moving stealthily along the shadows of the corners of the room. Charily, they begin to present themselves, each clown doll stepping forward, each one different than the last, tall, short, inching out into the weak light. Their giggling starts up again.

"No," Christie gives a small shake of her head. "No, this isn't real. You're just a dream. You're the pizza and ice cream I gorged on last night. I must have fallen asleep in the car. Because this isn't real."

This instantly silences them. They all glance to each other, their worn and aged features almost looking...scared. Or worried.

"I wouldn't say that. You'll make him mad..." offers the one who was perched on the lap of the crazed woman with the axe.

She wasn't real either. Just a ghost. A junk food-induced hallucination.

Christie, the emotionally intelligent girl that she is, now decided to wield her new power.

"You're not real. You're not fucking real." she points a taunting finger. "You're just imaginary. Just stupid dolls. I'm not scared of fucking dolls!" she finishes, almost laughing as she brings her fingers up to her mouth.

The room then starts to rumble, like an earthquake. The dolls all clamor back to the shadows, seemingly disappearing into the ratted and torn wallpaper. One utters an audible, "Uh-oh," as they vanish from sight. Accompanying the thunderous shaking is a raspy roar, echoing around Christie as she runs to the room's door, flinging it open, instantly being met with the axe woman.

"You're not real!" Christie shouts defiantly, the woman shrinks back, lowering her axe. Christie takes the opportunity to then jump down the stairs, the edge of her sneaker catching on a piece of broken railing that is protruding from a step and tumbles, flying down the stairwell, landing at the bottom and rolling to the center of the living room. She remains there, until she opens her lids, feeling the warmth of the sun upon her color drained features. She gradually raises her head, before she pushes herself up and heads to the door. Stepping out in the brightness of daylight, embracing the warmth, she makes her way home, just a block away.

Standing in the bathroom of her bedroom, she observes her tired features.

It had been a dream. A very vivid one. But a dream nonetheless.

Josh and Liam had left her there clearly, not that Josh hadn't abandoned her before. He would normally not have done that, but Liam's influence was strong. Maybe when she passed out during that silly little seance Liam wanted to do. Or maybe in the car ride. But, didn't she see something? She could have sworn she did. In the mirror. Or was that part of the dream too?

Oh well. Whatever happened, she was home now. Josh would turn up sooner or later. He was probably off smoking weed with Liam.

Assholes. Both of them.

She switches on the tap, gently splashing her face with cold water. She opens the medicine cabinet to retrieve the aspirin. She shuts it, and in the reflection, standing right behind her are Josh and Liam. She screams as she takes in their bloody and chewed facial features, Liam grinning his mocking leering grin. Just as the aspirin bottle hits the floor, she jolts awake.

Awake. Cold. Head pounding as she lay on the floor of Neibolt at the bottom of the stairs. She groggily lifts her aching body up, moaning in pain, placing her palm to her forehead. She lets out a defeated whimper as she sits, gazing around as the oval mirror that still sat leaning against the wall begins to roll out in front of her. Christie gasps, keeping her eyes on it as it comes to a halt a few feet away from her. Her heavy breathing is audible as she stares at it.

The surface of the mirror begins to ripple, her reflection fading as a massive white gloved hand emerges from the watery silver, wiry fingers wiggling, deep, rasping chuckles drifting out along with it as the ruffled sleeve of the hand appears. Then a bulbous head topped with fiery orange tufts of hair. Christie's mouth is agape, her eyes bulged as she tries to inch away from Pennywise, who has now pulled his entire upper torso out of the mirror, bells jingling. Leaning on his fists, he grins, those familiar stripes distorting as he sneers,

"Time to float," he growls before his features darken. "You are scared now, aren't you?" he loudly sniffs the air. "Yes, you are. Real, delectable fear."

He crawls out a little further, his visage becoming more irate, saliva strings dangling from his lips. "What a shithole." he says, mimicking Christie's voice.

Crippled with fear, Christie begins to scoot away, a tearful grimace forming, her legs kicking along the floor, before Pennywise's hand shoots out, coiling around her ankle.

Christie shrieks as he drags her towards him as he retreats back into the mirror. With a flash of light, the surface is normal again, save for a few small orange electric bolts shivering along the glass.

As the mirror tips back over, the faint sounds of giggling begins, filling the rooms of the house.

#pennywise #fanfiction #fanfiction art #it #neibolt

[frcsca]

Elio

derived from the older generations of elio's that have passed and have breathe the same air, stepped on the same filthy soil, but no elio have done it as you have, no elio have been more elio as you have. I want that very same name to be replace by my own, imprinted on my birth certificate, on my skin, in my brain and in my heart. Every fiber of my body have been screaming nothing but elio. His name, your name, Every. Second.

i don't think i ever told you the meaning behind the words i uttered that midnight, i never did for I wasn't sure what it clearly meant. from your stupendous parents, your small italian town, your friends, your house, your room, your intellect, your life. You are the luckiest kid in the world. The luckiest! And i envy that. I on the other hand wasn't fortunate enough to be the same. To have the same name, same parents, same life. Or at least we could both share your body, it would almost work. I could be like a co-pilot, flying the same airplane.

When i submitted my application I wasn't quite sure if an italian summer job was my to-go at that moment. It was no one's concern that i'll be gone for 6 weeks anyways, my father — as he always does — disagrees and thought i've lost my mind, and for my mother, she didn't care, she never did, not in a i'll-accept-you-for-who-you-chose-to-be kind of way, just the plain carelessness like those who just committed a hit and run.

When I arrived at your house, just looking at the sea, tasting the summer air, the wind from the trees, knowing that i'll have a great time here, i had the urge to not leave and just stay here for as long as i can possibly want, i, like a sky diver who lifts their arms up as the wind blows away their face because for once i felt free. When i saw you i felt like picking up my bag, telling all of you i resigned and fly my ass back to columbia. I'd stay there the rest of my life if i had to.

The minute you picked up my bag i felt like dog commanding a trick, like a simple snap of your fingers and your wish is my command.

I have nothing to left say to his face, and I don't have the words to end our little chit-chat but to lay down and pretend i never knew his existence, i managed to stay like that until the next day, i felt bad for skipping diner that night i really do, i have no other choice but to lay there all day, let them think i am the kind of person who had the worsts jet lags.

i even heard my father —in his own voice— saying: Lay there oliver, don't move a muscle until you figured out what is this that's keeping you from getting up. Stay there for the rest of the weeks if you have to.

...

At breakfast i suddenly developed a deep hatred for eggs, “The fucking eggs” i always thought upon remembering my first day with the perlmans, I felt so embarrassed that I swore i'd never again crack, or peel or eat an egg after i left italy. When I attempt to crack my first soft boiled egg, i completely destroyed it, they all saw, elio saw for sure. Great thing mafalda was there who was kind enough to show me how to properly do it, i just never learned how, and i intend to never learn how. i remember saying about opening a bank account and elio said that he will acquaint me and i just thought great, at that time i don't want to be around him, for every time that i am with him i am confused and I don't know what i'm confusing about, the kid that i wanted to isolate myself from ends up taking me, just the two of us, around italy. This is great, i keep reminding myself, it will be great as long as you keep being good. We traveled around B by bike, showed me the train tracks, i remember asking about the gypsies. and in there i think i uttered my first "later!", at first i thought he didn't mind.

"Later!" because i have no idea what's happening and the more you talk, the more i get confused.

"Later!" because it's my only way, the only way i know to stop this queries that i shouldn't be asking the first place.

"Later!" because doing it now would be too much for me to handle.

"Later!" for i am only protecting myself.

it's cowardice wrapped inside a "cool" dude attitude

"Later!" because doing it now will only hurt me, i know. and I don't want to get hurt i wanted to be good.

Coming out clean is not what i feared, it's about knowing where this will all lead us, i know the consequences, and i'm not —at all— prepared for that and i never was, i never knew how. Later! because i never knew now. Later! for i really hoped that there was a ‘later’, but there’s no later’s for us just ‘now’. not even going back, all we have is now.

Maybe in your place all you know and could do is now, and i don't blame you if you can't understand, in fact i envy you, as i have always been the entire time.

#randomly found this in my notes back in 2018 when i was inspired lol #this is in oliver’s pov #i thought i’d share #call me by your name #cmbyn #oliver #this movie/book is v controversial but this book rlly helped me a lot in terms of bisexuality n shit i agree there are other books and films #for me about this topic but this one is where i come in to terms w myself #it helped me realized wow im not the only one #so yeah i just thought i’d share it cuz i miss writing and now im not writing as usual and i rlly miss that #this is one of my writings where i poured all of my feelings n really #connected with oliver’s character and tell his story through my pov

[honorwillbemine]

ATTEMPT AT ERASURE

Vincent picked up the phone on the fourth ring. “What do you want, man?” Then his voice went down to a whisper, “I’m about to get my dick wet.”

“Nothing, man. Go. I’ll talk to you later.” There was a beep as the phone call disconnected. “Hey Siri, call Greyson.” I was really hoping Vincent had been up for going out. I needed to blow off some serious steam after the night’s events. But, Greyson was probably the better choice, anyway. He was almost just as rowdy as Vincent, but usually kept himself out of trouble. He was like the beta to Vincent’s alpha.

“Ryo, what’s up?” Came the pick up from the other end of the call.

“I need to go raise a little hell. You up for it?” I responded.

“Always. I thought you were working tonight?” He queried.

“Long story. I’ll tell you about it when I get there. Be there in ten.”

“Sounds good.” and he hung up the phone.

The ten minute drive seemed to fly by in a minute. With everything on my mind, I was there in no time. I stepped out of the car, locked it up, and walked up to Greyson’s third floor apartment. It took him a couple minutes to answer the door. When he did, he was dripping wet. “You fall in?” I harassed.

“Very funny.” He replied. “I figured, if we’re going out, I’d ought to smell better than the car I’ve been working on.”

He had been trying to restore this 1975 Chevy Corvette for about two years. The problem was, when he got the car, it was completely totalled and it needed a whole new front end: body, frame, and engine included.

“You know, one of these years you’re going to finish that fucker and let me take it for a ride.” I needled him.

“You ain’t laying a finger on that car!” His refute was quick and I laughed.

“Finish getting ready. I’ll call an Uber.” I waved him back into his room and dialed up a car. There was no way I was driving tonight. I needed to throw back a few. I had just walked out on my job and became a stalker all in one night. Yup, I definitely needed an attitude adjustment.

About a half an hour later, we were walking into the local strip club that Greyson had talked me into going to. When I had told him about driving past Raisa’s house, he had decided that the strip club was the best destination for us. Not to mention there was a chic there that he had been banging recently, so any excuse and all.

We found a booth with a view of the females putting on a show and when the cocktail waitress approached the table, Greyson ordered up a couple of Kamikaze shots for each of us.

“So, that’s how it’s going to be?” I asked him.

“Shit, yeah! Dude, you’ve been stalking some chic you met once in a bar. We need to nip that in the bud. What’s up with that, anyway?” He sat back in the booth and waited for an explanation.

I shook my head, trying to figure out how to explain it to Greyson. Truth was, I wasn’t quite sure. I just had this overpowering need to know she was okay. Of course, I wasn’t going to tell him that. He wouldn’t get it. I opened my mouth around some kind of excuse when his female walked up and slid herself into Greyson’s lap.

“You know I get in trouble every time you show up here?” She said as her finger wound its way down his chest to his waistband. “Why do you want to keep getting me in trouble?”

“Hey, your boss shouldn’t get upset. I spend good money in here,” he looked her up and down, “for things I could get at home for free.” He flashed her a grin and pinched her ass. “Besides, Ryo here,” as he waved a hand in my direction, “needs a female for himself. Who’d you recommend, sweets?”

It was her turn to look me up and down. “Oh, I have the perfect friend for you.” She said and was up and off before I could refuse.

“Dude! Really? That’s not what I’m here for.” I said turning to Greyson.

“And what else would you come to a strip club for? The food?” He shot back.

I grabbed one of the shots on the table and tossed it back. Fuck! Maybe a lapdance was what I needed? Get my mind off the female I couldn’t seem to shake. I mean, Greyson was right. I’d met her once, in a bar. I hadn’t even spoken to her since. At this point, she was just this random female that I had created a whole personality for in my head. I really needed to do something to get her out of my head.

That’s when a tall blonde walked up with Greyson’s female and immediately made her way over to me. She was perfect. She looked nothing like Raisa.

Greyson slid two one hundred dollar bills across the table to me. “My treat, my man.” Then he turned back to his female.

Taking the two bills off the table, I turned toward the blonde and gently deposited them into the string of her thong.

She flashed me a brilliant smile and reached down for my hand. Entwining my fingers with hers, I let her lead me off to a secluded room in the back corner of the club. As she pushed me back on the couch, she stepped away to shimmy herself up the pole. She spent one song dancing against the pole, before switching it up and coming back over to me. Rules were, the patrons weren’t allowed to touch the females, but the females were allowed to touch all they wanted, as long as they didn’t go after the family jewels. This female ignored those rules. She started off following them, running through the routine dance moves, that was until she sat down in my lap. It was then that she reached around, grabbed my hands, placed them right on her bare double d’s, and ground her ass into my cock. It felt so good that my head rolled back and my eyes closed… for about half a second before Raisa’s sweet face appeared in my thoughts. Fuck! My eyes flew open and I was once again looking at this tall, lean, blonde whose ass was rubbing up against my cock. I began to knead her tits with my hands and she ground up against my pants even harder. But, it was no use. Raisa’s features were ingrained on my retinas and I quickly lost interest in the blonde in my lap. My hands slid down to my side and she finished the dance, half-heartedly. We both stood and without any words she went back to work and I went back to the booth where Greyson and his female were still sitting.

“I’m out. Thanks for the night, brother.” I said to him.

He quickly stood, “Hold up. You sure? I can get you another one?”

I shook my head quickly, “No. I’m good. Thanks. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” I gave him a quick pat on the back and walked to the door, grabbing the first cab I saw at the curb.

#AttemptAtErasure #BDBRP #EBRPG

[my-5sos-babes]

TDMAR || Part 6

Summary: Luke is feelin' and reelin'. Ashton is gorgeous, per usual. Mike and Cal fight a bit.

Word Count: 3260

Triggers: swearing, band(?)

Publish Date: 9/21/18

a/n: trying something a bit new this chapter bc i'm not digging the first person anymore. also sorry for changing the tense in the last two updates?? i totally didn't notice that, i'm v sorry. p.s., I listened to some coffeehouse playlist while writing this chapter, so i'm guessing a lot of the tones in my writing came from that lmao, i'll try to make this story less trash. ALSO, if y'all would like, I can change the whole thing to third person, if it makes the story more cohesive. just lemme know. p.p.s., I saw 5sos the other day, pls talk w me about it <3

He sighed heavily, unable to repress it.

“Good, mate?” Calum asked.

Luke glanced up from his phone. “Oh, no, yeah. Just thinking about my anatomy notes for tonight,” he lied. “Lots of bones.”

Cal, unable to catch on, continued the conversation. “Ugh. Why would you take anatomy and physiology? It’s such a terrible class. Notes every night, tests every week? I couldn’t fathom having that much work every day.”

“Yeah, I can’t fathom that you know the word ‘fathom’,” Michael quipped. Quickly the conversation devolved into some squabble after Calum shoved Michael rather aggressively. Luke, while amused by the fight--and having no intentions to stop it--got caught up in his own headspace.

That seemed to be the norm these past few weeks. He wasn’t sure if anyone actually bothered to notice, but he hadn’t been talkative. Luke had been trying to look better, though, and that was something that people noticed.

He decided that he was tired of the emo-grunge look, one day. Almost out of nowhere. Well, not nowhere. He had some inspiration (from the kid who made his heart beat out of rhythm). 

To Luke, Ashton always looks so comfortable in his clothes: button down shirts with loud patterns, suave shoes of varying styles, and an occasional necklace or two. Luke, feeling partially intimidated--and partially turned on--realized that he would have to start putting more effort into his look if he wanted to make an impression. He wasn’t sure how, yet he knew he was going to do it.

With the help of his mother in the purging of his closet, Luke bought nicer clothes, better shoes, and even some accessories. The trip to the store had been interesting enough with the outfits, but when they passed the jewelry section, things got a little awkward.

“Luke? Where’d you go, honey?”

“Over here.”

“In the… accessories aisle?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“... Okay.”

That weekend, he spent time preplanning outfits and coordinating his jewelry so nothing clashed. He felt strangely proud of his work, as he looked at the clothing strewn about his room. He even threw on a few ‘fits and checked himself out in the mirror, admiring the way they fit his body. Luke had never really had such fitting clothing before and was--while apprehensive--unable to keep himself from thinking, Hot damn.

The day he showed up to school in new clothes, though, that pride plummeted. Everyone who knew him stared at him, everyone who didn’t was staring as well.

Oh, Jesus, I’m an idiot. Who the fuck would come to school looking like they just came off a knock-off Gucci mannequin.

Michael and Calum were perplexed at this sudden change in image more than anyone else.

“Woah, dude. What’re you wearing?”

Luke tugged at his sleeve, his confidence falling straight through the floor. “New clothes. Went shopping with my mum on Friday. She insisted.” He added on the last part as an afterthought, as if that would sway his friends shock. It helped a little. He was relieved when they bought his bluff.

   “Finally got tired of your rebellion, huh?” Calum queried good-naturedly.

“Sure. Something like that.”

Michael scoffed, “A true punk wouldn’t have let the rebellion fade.” He smirked afterwards.

Luke chuckled. “Guess I’m not a true punk-rocker anymore.”

At first, he found himself pulling his collar up his neck, like he couldn’t cover up enough skin. It wasn’t until someone complimented him during first period that he felt validated again. Gradually, kids every so often would approach him and say something like, “Nice boots!” and “Lookin’ good, Hemmings”; yet, it wasn’t until he saw Ashton for the first time that day that he felt most insecure.

“Luke?”

“Oh, hey, Ash,” Luke said, trying his best to be nonchalant.

“You’re lookin’... different.”

“Well…” He tried to not let the older boy’s word choice bother him. “I mean, felt like a change. Got some inspiration.” The younger boy nudged the other in the ribs.

   “Ah!” Ashton replied. A furrow appeared in his brow, his gaze lingering over the new threads adorning Luke’s skinny frame.

If Luke didn’t know any better, he’d say Ash was checking him out. Of course, that wasn’t true. Ashton’s the kind of guy that just does stuff like that. He probably thinks it’s weird. I’m weird for liking his style.

Luke mentally chastised himself. If he feels weird about it, he’s covering it up really well. Christ. Just don’t say anything stupid.

The two surprisingly didn’t speak for just a moment. Luke was astonished by this.

Ashton spoke first. “You did a decent job, Hemmings. Not bad at all… Although,” He circles around the other boy, a hand to his chin, “I think I would’ve chosen a wider pant leg. Skinny jeans just feel too tight for the shirt you have on--in my opinion, at least.

“As for your jewelry… I like the watch, it’s classy. I would’ve taken out the lip ring, though.”

Luke unconsciously reached for his face, wondering what the hell to say to that. Ash saw this immediately.

“Wait, oh, God--sorry. I just gave you a fucking review like I’m Miranda Priestley or some shit, didn’t I?” The older boy chuckled. “Wow… Jesus, I’m sorry if I made you self-conscious. You do not have to listen to me, just--just ignore what I said.”

The younger boy quickly shoved aside Ashton’s comments. “No, dude! That was awesome. I’ll take notes next time, seriously. That’ll help me so much. But you like it?”

That totally didn’t sound needy, dipshit.

Ashton nodded vigorously. “Yeah, definitely! You are stylin’!” He glanced at his phone, then. “Oh, shit. Better get to class. See you later!” He hurried down the hall. “Stylin’!” He reiterated, already far enough away to shout.

Luke called after Ash. “Aces!”

Luke. Who the fuck says ‘aces’?

Band rehearsal nearly every night meant that Luke couldn’t wear his new (lowkey restrictive) clothes in the afternoon. As soon as he got home, he changed out of whatever button down and jeans he wore that day and swapped them out for shorts, t-shirts and sandshoes. He couldn’t complain, however. He’d rather be comfortable at rehearsal anyways, with how demanding the show was this season.

Tonight was quite a rough run-through. The band director hadn’t been satisfied with the formations or the sound quality; to Luke, Watkins was downright scary.

Everyone else in the band could tell that rehearsal wasn’t going well. Something was just putting them off, but no one knew what.

Calum, who was up on the podium, grew more irritated by the second. Of course, Luke wasn’t able to pay much attention to that since he was busy running across a turf field with a six foot pole in his hands, which was adorned with several square feet of silk, all while dodging disgruntled clarinetists and trombonists. Whether he was fortunate or not, he only caught glimpses of Cal’s stiff arm movements and stern face.

The band dragged on miserably for the next hour. Luckily, when it finally came to a close, Watkins didn’t even bother with a speech; their band director sighed disappointedly and let the kids go. Luke, quite ashamed of himself, began wrapping up his silk while walking off the field. He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t see Ashton pop up at his side.

“Yikes. Tonight was bad,” Ashton put plainly.

Luke snorted. “Tell me about it.”

They walked together for minute, stewing in their misery. Then, “Think I need to take my mind off it. Blow off some steam or something.”

“Me too,” the younger boy exhaled.

They continued a little longer, both simmering with dissatisfaction and something indescribable that always comes after a bad rehearsal.

“Would you wanna--” Ashton adjusted his harness, fingers twisting at the screws,“--would you wanna go get some pizza? Just veg out and stuff?”

Luke considered it, not expecting a request such as that. “Uh… yeah! Sure.” He smiled wide, looking at Ash. Suddenly he stopped both of them in their tracks. “Wait, is it cool if I invite Calum and Michael?”

Ashton remained quiet for a moment. Luke, of course, took this the wrong way. Before he could let a word out, though, the older boy spoke.

“Of course, mate! Yeah, no sorry--bit of a mental lapse. Yeah, no, that’s cool.”

“Sick, be right back!”

   Luke ran towards his friends, both way back on the practice field, doing drum major duties of some kind. By the time he made reasonable distance, he changed his pace back to walking. Luke, pathetically, was winded by that short run, and he strained to control his breathing. When he could hear more than the rush of blood in his ears, he heard Michael and Calum’s voices. They were arguing rather intently.

   “... just, Mikey, c’mon, we’ve been over this. It’s not very likely that it’ll happen.”

   Michael, ever the dramatist, fired right on back. “Okay, Cal. Whatever you say. I still think it’d be a good idea! I don’t get why you’re so closed-minded about it.”

Luke hung back, not sure if he should be hearing this.

To that, Calum only sighed and shook his head. “The answer is ‘no’, Michael. It will always be ‘no’.”

Luke could feel the fire fueling between his friends. Unconsciously, he knew that there needed to be a metaphorical fire extinguisher, and quickly. So, he happily threw himself into the fray.

“Hey, guys!”

He got a few disgruntled sounds from Michael (unsurprisingly), but Calum gave a more mature response.

“Hey, Luke… Have you been there long?”

   Luke shook his head vehemently. “No! Just, uh, just rolled on up. Wanted to talk, you know?”

   Calum eyed him suspiciously, but soon enough, let his suspicions go. “... M’kay. What did you wanna talk about?”

   “Oh, uh.” Luke had to remember why he came over here in the first place. “Well, uh, Ashton wanted to hang out and get some pizza… Care to join?... Both of you?”

   Calum and Michael, with very tense movements, glanced at each other and abruptly looked away.

   Michael spoke flatly. “Not tonight, mate. Got some games I planned on beating and shit.” With that, the crazy-haired boy left, slapping Luke on the shoulder as he went.

Calum, a frown dancing on his lips, attempted a friendly smile. It was half-hearted at best. “Thanks, bud, but me neither. Homework... I appreciate the offer.” He walked past Luke with his mace and some stray band equipment bundled up in his arms. “Have fun tonight.”

Jarred by his best friends’ transgression, Luke slouched his way to the band room, trying to wrap his head around what just happened. As he expected, the band had already cleared out, the drum majors lingering in Watkins’ closed office for some official business. What he didn’t expect was Ashton Irwin, sitting in the corner of the room, waiting. He couldn’t help the words as the tumbled out of his mouth.

“Ash, you’re still here?”

The older boy abruptly looked towards the Luke. “I was waiting for you, dude. Pizza? Remember?”

“... Right, I just didn’t think you’d wait.”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

Pause.

“So what’s the verdict?”

“On…?”

“Calum and Michael. They coming?”

“Oh!” Luke shook his head. “No, they, uh. I think they have stuff going on.” He checked back over at Watkins’ office, where Calum had emerged. “Or something like that.”

“Alright, cool. Let’s get going.” Ashton twirled his keys around his fingers. “I’ll drive.”

“You sure? We can go separately if that’s easier for you--”

“Nonsense! I don’t mind.”

Luke, unaccustomed to being the one taking rides from others, suppressed all his objections after that and followed Ashton. With the setting sun, it would’ve been hard to make out any shapes in the dark. The parking lot lights were on, and Ashton happened to park directly under one, which made maneuvering easier.

It was quite old, the car. A bit rusty here and there, and it groaned like a dinosaur when the engine turned over. However, the inside seemed homey. The seats were worn soft from time, and it smelled musky. Like… teakwood? Something manly, Luke thought to himself. The radio had been on some rock station, but the volume was turned low, so it was only a soft murmur in the background.

Luke found himself sighing.

Ashton, pulling out of the parking lot, glanced over, eyebrows knitted together. “Good, mate?”

He sighed again, relaxing into the seat. “Yeah, Ash. I’m good.” 

The pizza was everything they needed it to be. It was cheesy and gooey and just greasy enough. The two boys heartily chowed down on the large platter in front of them, barely bothering with plates.

The diner Ashton had brought them to was unfamiliar to Luke. In fact, he had rarely been to this side of the city. That didn’t hinder him any from the joy of the incredible, wonderful goodness that was this diner’s pizza.

   In the neon lighting, everything was cast in some ethereal glow. Some odd greens, blues and reds scattered throughout the tiny, empty room, and formed interesting shadows on the floor. The ‘50s theme--with squeaky leather-like cushions and cool silver metal framings--was a design Luke hadn’t seen often in the area. There were approximately two employees and two customers in attendance.

   Luke paused in between bites, studying Ashton’s features. Ashton pushed on, unaware of the boy’s stare. In the lighting, Ash’s face aged significantly. Not in a bad way, of course. He just seemed to look more wan, more tired--but also prettier. Luke couldn’t put his finger on it. Maybe Ashton always looked this pretty, but he’s just now seeing it. He wondered if he looked the same.

   Don’t be stupid, dude. Ashton isn’t into that.

   Luke felt a harsh tug in his gut anytime he even thought about the boy sitting in front of him. The mention of his name, the sight of him, a scrap of his homework, anything. Anything sent his head spinning.

   Luke knew that this meant he was something he didn’t want to be. Something that he never expected to be. When Ashton wasn’t there merely two months before, Luke ignored any doubts he may have had about his sexuality, and with ease. He simply brushed off his attraction to men as jealousy… but since the minute Ashton appeared, his walls came crashing down.

Probably around three in the morning a few days ago, Luke whispered, admitted, under his breath:

   I like guys. I like Ashton.

   Seeing him now, in the late-night glow of this decrepit hole-in-the-wall, Luke really knew this to be true. He couldn’t not like someone as beautiful, someone as genuine, as Ashton Fletcher Irwin.

   He bit into another slice of pizza, pondering. A question slipped past his lips into the space between them.

   “How’d you find this place?”

His voice almost disappeared into the abyss, it seemed. Everything was so quiet. So gentle.

   Ashton smiled, swallowing his last bite. He smiled like he had a secret, an old memory. “Few months ago… I was just driving around and saw it. Was kinda hungry, so I stopped in. Now, it’s uh…” he fiddled with some leftover crust, “it’s my favorite place.” The corners of the older boy’s mouth turned down slightly, yet Luke didn’t notice. “You know, I’ve never actually brought anyone else here before.”

   It was supposed to be question, but came out as a statement.

   Luke’s eyebrows shot up into his hairline. “Really?”

   Ash nodded. “And, honestly, I don’t care for pepperoni. I’m typically a just-cheese kinda guy.”

   Luke glanced at the scraps of pepperoni pizza and back to Ash, unsure of how to process this information. “Um. I feel honored?”

Was that the right question?

   Ashton physically shook himself from a pensive thought and replied. “Yes. Yes, you should definitely feel honored.”

   Luke smiled shyly. “Then, I do.”

   A second passed between them with no words spoken, just little grins and twinkling eyes. There was a spark in Luke’s chest. A hopeful, teensy flicker of a flame. Maybe Ashton felt it too.

Their waitress sauntered in, breaking the charged air.

“Hey, boys! How you doing? Need anything?”

“We’re doing great, Shirley. Thank you,” Ashton put kindly.

The pretty waitress--as if from nowhere--then procured a glass she had been hiding somewhere; Luke didn’t want to imagine how she was able to keep it hidden.

“Aw, Shirley, I can’t--” Ashton started.

“Of course you can. It’s on the house! For my favorite customer.” With a wink, the dark-haired girl went behind the vintage-style double doors, leaving the room an empty void again.

Ashton, shaking his head with good humor, picked two straws out of the nearby dispenser and held one out to Luke. “Like some? It’s strawberry…” He let out a small giggle.

Luke couldn’t resist his smile as it crept onto his face. “Love some.”

He grabbed the straw from Ashton’s grip, unwound the wrapping and plopped it into the glass. The older boy motioned to the cherry on top, but Luke shook his head. Ashton,  plucked the fruit from the whipped cream and tantalizingly dangled it in the air. Luke watched as Ash’s jawline protruded sharply under the taut skin. Ash chewed slowly, and, whether he was aware of it or not, and smirked sinfully. Luke swallowed thickly.

God damn.

The younger boy pushed aside the images in his head and focused solely on the strawberry milkshake. He focused on the closeness of their foreheads as the sipped from the glass at the same time. He focused on how when they both reached for their drink, their hands brushed for just milliseconds. His heartbeat thrummed in his throat.

He assumed he was imagining the blush on Ashton’s cheeks. Probably just a trick with the neon. Yeah, it’s just the lights.

He chuckled to himself, knowing he should know better. And he chuckled at the mantra that repeated in his head again, like clockwork. Nonetheless, Luke brushed off all of his unwanted thoughts and focused on the moment and the beautiful boy before him.

Not much later, Ashton dropped Luke off at school, where they had left Luke’s car hours earlier. Ash carefully parked right next to the old machine and shut off his engine. Together, the two sat in the still air, neither wanting to break this peaceful lull they were experiencing. It was something precious, fragile, new. They knew, though, that it was inevitable.

“Do you even know what time it is?” Luke asked from the passenger seat.

Ashton squinted at his watch in the dark. “Almost midnight, I’d say.”

The boys looked at each other and immediately burst into a fit of giggles.

“My mum’s gonna kill me,” Luke managed between splutters.

“Me too,” Ashton chimed, breathing heavily.

They tried to sit a while a longer. Luke, however, knew he had to go before his mother actually murdered him.

“Hey, Ash?”

“Hmm?”

“Um. Thanks, for tonight. I had a lot of fun.”

Ashton smiled through the darkness. “Of course, Luke. Thank you. I don’t think I’ve laughed like this in ages. It felt nice.”

Luke said nothing in response, only gave a soft smile; reluctantly, he opened the door and heaved his lanky frame out of the seat. In his own car, he pulled on the seatbelt and turned the engine over. At that, Ashton did the same, and once he was certain Luke was ready, set off himself.

The younger boy sat just a few minutes longer, relishing the new memories. He smiled once more to himself, shifted the car into gear, and took his time on the ride home.

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[jornami]

When Matchmakers Get Matched

A/N: This is such a cute request!! Hope you enjoy! This was supposed to be u two days ago for my 300 followers celebration, but hey, I’m Jordan and I can never do anything on time.

Request: Hey, it's the Anthony Ramos cupid anon. Sorry I was vague, I meant that you and Anthony are like BFFs and you just target potential couples and try to bring them together. And then one day the entire cast works together to bring you and Anthony together. It's slightly cheesy, but I love me some cheese. Thanks! 😊

Prompt: or in which, the two times you and Anthony were matchmakers and the one time you two were matched.

Pairing: Anthony x reader

Warnings: cursing, fluff, it gets a little suggestive during the end. What can I say? I couldn't help myself.

Tags: @fangirl-072 @always-blame-jefferson @linmanuclmiranda @hxmiltonmusicxl @sunriseovertheroomwhereithappens @femilton @ahhhhamilton @angerybisexual

Masterlist | Request!

Seven. Seven was the number of couples you and your friend Anthony had gotten together. You two were the “Matchmakers of Richard Rodgers Theatre” as the cast and crew liked to call you. Your next project was getting your friend Yasmine together with Oak.

You and Ant had it strategically planned out. Anthony would drop subtle hints by saying things like, “there's this super cute girl named Yasmine that works with

Y/N. I think her and Y/N are going to see that Hulk movie tomorrow.”

And, of course, that would pique Oak’s interest. They don't call him “Oak Smash” for nothing.

“She likes Hulk movies?” Oak asked.

“Yeah, man,” Anthony replied.

“I don't know, man,” Oak said skeptically. “I wasn't really looking for a relationship right now.”

“You don't know what you're missing out on,” Ant said, hoping it would make Oak rethink his decision.

Anthony took out his phone and texted you, “alright, plan B.”

Plan B was your and Anthony's backup plan. The plan was very well thought out. Oak and Anthony would go to the movies and “coincidentally” run into you and Yasmine. You all would go into the same movie theater and sit next to each other, so that you and Anthony were on the outside and Yasmine and Oak were next to each other. Once the movie started, you and Anthony would make up some excuse and leave, leaving Oak and Yasmine by themselves. In order for the plan to commence, Anthony had to do one simple thing.

You shot Anthony a text that read, “you know what you need to do.”

“Well, if you don't want to go see it with her, maybe you and me could go.” Anthony said to Oak after he read your text.

“Sounds good!” Oak smiled.

“Okay, I'll text you later,” Anthony said and began to walk out of the dressing room.

“Wait,” Oak called after him, “this isn't one of you and Y/N’s famous matchmaking tricks, is it?”

“Nah, man, sometimes I just wanna take a break after a busy week,” Anthony lied.

“Alright, see you tomorrow,” Oak sighed and Anthony smiled, knowing your plan worked.

So at 2:25 on Saturday, there you and Yasmine were. You were stalling at the claw machine while you waited for Anthony and Oak.

“Y/N, the movie starts in five minutes!” Yasmine whined.

“Yasmine, there's always fifty million previews,” you countered. “we won't miss anything.”

You took out your phone and texted Anthony, “Come on, Ramos. Yasmine’s getting impatient.”

Your phone buzzed, signaling that he had texted you back, “We're walking in.”

You looked over at the doubled doors of the theater and saw Oak and Anthony walk in.

“Y/N, Yasmine! Surprise seeing you here!” Anthony said coyly.

“Anthony, really?” Oak groaned.

“Nice to see you too, Oak,” you said sarcastically.

“Seriously, Y/N, you said you'd stop doing this!” Yasmine huffed.

“Well, this was a waste,” Oak announced and turned around to leave the movie theater. “I'm out!”

“Oak, wait!” Anthony called after him. “I didn't just blow fifteen bucks on movie tickets to not see a movie.”

Oak sighed in defeat; he knew it was wrong to ditch Anthony.

“Fine, but you and Y/N are paying for concessions,” Oak decided.

“Of course!” you and Anthony said in unison.

All of you got drinks and one large popcorn then headed into the theater. You sat on the outside of Yasmine and Anthony sat on the outside of Oak so they were close to each other.

“Hook.” Anthony texted you before he turned his phone off.

Halfway through the movie, you told Yasmine you had to go to the bathroom and Anthony told Oak he was going to get a refill on popcorn. Both Yasmine and Oak were too engrossed in the film to even care.

You and Anthony walked down the steps in the theater and waited in the entrance to see what Yasmine and Oak were going to do.

“Line,” Anthony whispered as he saw Oak put his arm around Yasmine.

“Sinker,” you whispered back as Yasmine cuddled into Oak.

“Another couple matched,” Anthony said and high-fived you as you walked out the theater.

The next two people you and Anthony planned on matchmaking were Daveed and Emmy. They had been talking for awhile, but neither of them made a move because they were too shy. It was getting under your and Anthony’s skin to say the least. You always stopped by the Richard Rodgers on your lunch break.

“So what's the plan, Ramos?” you asked as you plopped down in one of the seats in the small theater.

“Yeah, I haven’t figured that out yet,” Anthony admitted, sucking air through his teeth.

“Ramos, I only have 15 minutes left on this break and it's a ten minute walk back to the office!” you scolded.

“I know, I know,” he sighed, “I was hoping you could help me come up with a plan.”

You contemplated for a moment and then it hit you.

“Okay, so bear with me, this plan is intricate,” you warned him.

“Please, don't hold back,” he encouraged.

“So, I'll get one of those big cupcakes from the bakery on 224th, you know, the ones that takes multiple people to eat?” you asked and he nodded. “I'll tell Emmy that I'm too full to eat it and she should take it and share it with someone.”

“And I'll give a thermos of hot chocolate to Daveed and make up some lie about how I don't really want it,” Anthony suggested excitedly.

“You catch on fast, cutie,” you smiled, causing him to blush.

You and Anthony always used platonically affectionate nicknames for each other; it was your thing.

“Then we'll get Daveed and Emmy in a room alone together, and bam!” you finished.

“This might be our best plan yet,” Anthony said.

“It just might be,” you agreed and hopped off the stage. “same time tomorrow?”

“Yep, and the plan will commence,” he said.

“Later, Ramos,”

“Later, Y/L/N,”

The next day, you rushed over to the bakery as soon as your lunch break started. Then, you trudged all the way to the Richard Rodgers in the pouring rain.

“I got it for you,” you winked at Anthony as you walked in.

“XO cool,” he smirked.

You guys quoted 21 Chump Street anytime you could; another one of your quirks.

“Take off them damn rain boots, I can hear you from a mile away,” Anthony told you.

You slipped off your rain boots and walked onto the stage.

“Where's Emmy?” you asked.

“In her dressing room,” he replied.

“You remember the plan?” you asked.

“How could I forget?” he smirked.

“Split on three,”

“1,”

“2,”

“3,” and off both of you went.

You walked backstage and down the hallway the Emmy’s dressing room was. You knocked on her door and she opened it, flashing you a warm smile when she saw you.

“Y/N!” she said cheerily.

“Emmy!” you said, equally as cheerful.

“What're you doing here?” she asked and continued to fix her hair.

“Oh, just visiting Anthony,” you said nonchalantly.

“What's that?” she queried and pointed to the box in your hand.

Hook.

“A cupcake from that really good bakery on 224th street!” you told her.

“I love that place!” she exclaimed.

“You want it?” you offered smugly. “There's no way I could eat this whole thing by myself.”

“Really? Thanks!” she smiled.

“Maybe you could share it with someone,” you suggested.

“Maybe,” she mumbled.

You did your part, now Anthony had to do his.

Meanwhile, Anthony was trying to find Daveed.

“Daveed? Are you in here?” Anthony asked as he knocked on the door of the dressing room.

“Yeah, man, come on in,” Daveed said.

Anthony opened the door and walked in.

“Do you want this?” Anthony asked bluntly.

“What is it?” Daveed inspected the thermos suspiciously.

“Hot chocolate,” Anthony answered.

“That's a huge thermos of hot chocolate, dude,” Daveed shrugged, “I can't drink that all by myself.”

“Maybe you can share it with someone,” Anthony suggested. “Emmy, perhaps?”

Daveed contemplated what Anthony said for a moment but then he realized.

“This is one of you and Y/N’s famous matchmaking tactics, isn't it?” Daveed asked, rolling his eyes.

“Y/N isn't even here and it takes the two of us to play matchmaker,” Anthony lied like a pro. “Emmy was just a suggestion, man‍. You could share it with Lin for all I care.”

Daveed finally gave in and picked up the thermos, “Thanks, I guess.”

“Can you come help me with something?” Anthony asked.

“Sure,”

“Follow me, oh, and bring the thermos!”

“You're fucking weird, man,”

Anthony shot you a text that said he and Daveed were on their way. You smirked and slid your phone in your back pocket. This was going perfectly.

Anthony was dragging Daveed behind him and the minute Daveed saw you he was trying to get out of Anthony’s grasp.

“You told me this wasn't one of your tricks!” Daveed groaned.

“Well, I lied,” Anthony said truthfully. “now come on!”

Daveed looked like a little child being dragged through a department store with his mother. You opened the door and Anthony pushed Daveed in. You shut the door and locked it. One prop of the Richard Rodgers was some of the doors locked from the outside. Emmy started banging on the door.

“Let us out!” she shouted.

“Yeah, you guys,” Daveed chimed in, “I have lunch meeting with Clippng today!”

“I'll let them know you have to reschedule!” you chuckled cruelly.

“I hate you two!” Emmy whined.

“You and me both,” Daveed sighed.

“Well, now you can bond over how much you hate us!” Anthony said.

He was such a smart ass; you loved it.  

There was a huge crack of lightning and a loud clap of thunder. It made you nearly jump out your skin. All the lights flickered then turned off completely.

“POWER’S OUT!” someone shouted through the theater.

“Let us out, you guys, it's pitch black in here!” Emmy demanded.

“That flashlight on your phone would be real helpful right now!” you sang.

Suddenly, you heard a sigh and the pounding on the door stopped. You and Anthony looked at each other weirdly. Then you heard Daveed and Emmy laughing and talking, and a smile stretched across your faces.

“Line,” Anthony smirked.

Another couple; matched.

You and Anthony waited outside the door a little longer until you heard moaning.

“Fuck, Daveed!” Emmy gasped.

“Uhhhhh,” you whispered.

“It's time for us to go,” Anthony said and dragged you behind him.

“Use protection, kids!” you shouted behind you.

“So…sinker?” Anthony countered.

“Sinker,” you agreed. “I really gotta get back.”

“Can you stay, please?” Anthony pleaded.

“My boss will kill me,” you told him.

“Yeah, I know,” he frowned.

You kissed his freckle covered cheek, “Love you.”

“Love you too,” he smiled and off you went.

The “I love you’s” were always platonic, but you couldn't help but hope that one day they would be romantic.

What happened next was something neither you or Anthony saw coming.

Lin and Pippa were getting tired of you and Anthony’s matchmaking ways. You and Anthony were so perfect for each other, but you two always got so caught up with matchmaking couples that you guys neglected the chemistry you had. Pippa and Lin decided enough was enough; they were going to take matters into their own hands and set you guys up.

“Pippa?” you questioned when she waltzed into your workplace.

“Y/N!” she exclaimed.

“What're you doing here?” you asked.

“I wanted to know if you wanted to go for drinks tonight?” she asked.

“I'd love to!” you smiled at her. “Let me just submit this.”

She waited patiently as you reread your article and pressed the submit button. You turned out your computer off and got up from your desk.

“I'm ready,” you told her as you picked up your purse and sweater.

You two walked out to her car and got in. Surprisingly, she started driving in the opposite direction of the bar.

“Where are you taking me?” you asked.

“I'm about to change your life,” Pippa wanted to say.

Instead, she said, “I forgot my wallet at the theater.”

You nodded and played on your phone for awhile until you could feel Pippa’s intent gaze on you.

“Good, you're already wearing a dress,” Pippa said softly, almost like she was talking to herself.

“In fact, I am!” you giggled at her. “Why is that such a big deal?”

“So you can look cute when pick up all the cute guys at the barrrrr!” she sang.

“You're a dork,” you giggled.

Meanwhile, Lin was trying to stall Anthony.

“Lin, I really need to leave,” Anthony told Lin for the fifth time.

“Wait!” Lin said, body blocking him. “I need you to listen to this idea!”

“Lin, I've help you run lines for Mary Poppins and listened to the songs for Moana,” Anthony reminded him. “I really need to go home.”

“Please?”

“Fine,”

Lin smiled like a child when he finally got Anthony to stick around with him a little longer.

“Okay so I wanna write a musical where,” Lin paused for dramatic effect (read: he didn't know what to say next). “The Ham characters get in a time machine and end up in Washington Heights with the ‘In The Heights’ gang!”

“Sweet Jesus, Lin,” Anthony sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

Before Lin could get anything else out, his phone vibrated in his pocket. It was a text from Pippa that said, “we're here, bring him out.”

Lin smiled, everything was falling into place.

“Pippa?” you asked as she tied a blindfold around your eyes. “Why are you blindfolding me?”

“You ask too many questions!” she playfully scolded you. “Now, follow my lead.”

Pippa grabbed your hand and lead you into the theater. The cold air and the vanilla aroma in the air welcomed you like an old friend. She led you onto the stage, but stop suddenly.

“Watch your step,” Pippa warned you. “sit down.”

Pippa held your hand as you carefully sat down. Surprisingly, your rear end wasn't met with the hard, cold wooden floor. Instead, you felt the soft material of a blanket.

“Pippa,” you pouted, “can you take this off of me now?”

“Not yet,” Pippa said.

You could feel her smiling. What was she up to?

Anthony and Lin made their way to the wings. That's when Anthony saw you. You looked so confused; it was adorable.

“What're you staring for?” Lin asked, snapping Anthony out of his trance. “Go get her!”

Lin pushed Anthony on the stage, causing Anthony to fumble slightly. He gathered himself and walked over to sit down next to you on the picnic blanket. Pippa winked at Anthony and took of your blindfold. The minute she had it off, she ran off the stage. Your eyes were met with a dim theater that was lit with candle lights. Spread out on the picnic blanket was all of your and Anthony’s favorite foods. And to top it all off, a bottle of champagne and two glasses.

“Did you do all this?” You gasped.

“I wish I could take credit for it, but it was all Lin and Pippa,” he replied.

“They played us,” you chuckled in realization.

“They sure did,” he sighed.

“Well, it would be a shame to let this food go to waste,” you smirked.

When dinner was over, you and Anthony realized you spent so much time talking and laughing that you forgot to pop open the bottle of champagne.

“C’mon let's open this!” you reached across Anthony to get the bottle of champagne.

You popped open the bottle and poured some in a glass for him and then poured some for yourself.

“To two matchmakers getting matched,” you smiled and lifted your glass.

“To two matchmakers getting matched,” he repeated after you.

You two clinked the glasses and took a sip. You say your glass down and reapplied your lip gloss hoping Anthony would take a hint and kiss you. He didn't. Instead, he kept drinking his champagne and looking around the theater in silence. You couldn't take it any longer. You grabbed his face and kissed him passionately. Pippa and Lin were cheering and clapping from backstage.

Out of nowhere, that cheesy sexy music that's in every movie started playing and the stage started rotating. You pulled away from Anthony and look out into the empty house. You saw Lacamoire give you guys a thumbs up.

“Way to ruin a moment, you guys!” Anthony said playfully.

“I could get used to those lips, Ramos,” you smirked.

“Right back at you, Y/L/N,” he smiled and leaned into kiss you again.

It was finally time for dessert. Of course, Lin and Pippa got chocolate covered strawberries, the most romantic food there is.

“You know, chocolate covered strawberries are an aphrodisiac, right?” you asked as you examined one of the strawberries.

“A what?” Anthony asked.

“Nothing,” you sighed and caressed his cheek.

“Let me feed you, baby girl,” Anthony suggested, pressing a chocolate covered strawberry against your lips.

You bit into it and your teeth cracked the chocolate shell. A bit of strawberry juice dripped down your chin, but Anthony was quick to swipe it up. You held his hand and sucked on his finger. You looking him in the eyes when you did it, making it even more painful for him.

“Fuck baby girl,” he breathed. “you're gonna ruin me.”

“Go home!” you heard Lin shout from backstage. “This is a family theater!”

You and Anthony laughed. This was the start of something beautiful.

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[spicynbachili1]

Halloween, and how to do it correctly

That is each a trick and a deal with

[On this, essentially the most holiest of holidays, I believe all of us want a great reminder you can by no means actually eat an excessive amount of sweet. Or take your costume too far. How many individuals should proceed to undergo till we study our lesson? The Precise Charlton Heston is devoted to creating certain we take Halloween significantly. Pleased Halloween, motherfuckers. – Wes]

“He was taller than a constructing,” insists the primary man.

“He was taller than a mountain,” the second interjects.

I take a second to contemplate their testimonies. I believe they’re each filled with shit; I take a chew out of a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup. Whereas persevering with to disregard them, I end off the bag of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups that I purchased from the native 24-hour pharmacy. It is Halloween season. Folks get loopy. They declare to see all kinds of unnatural issues: Mothmen, Methmen, Mothmen who promote meth. Solely factor I care about throughout this season? The ridiculous costs for Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups in bulk. Hell of a steal.

Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups; if you are going to purchase Peanut Butter Cups, these are those you should purchase, most likely

I flash my badge on the first man: He will not shut his rattling entice, and I would like to say my authority. “Look man,” he says, “that badge appears to be like such as you purchased it at a Greenback Retailer.” He is mocking me, the cur. “Additionally, why are our necks tied up?”

query. One which I’ve forgotten the reply to; so I tear open one other bag of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups, and stare him useless within the eyes as I eat your entire bag. A bead of sweat programs from his forehead, to his cheek. I am attending to them. I am about to interrupt the case.

I could not be extra unsuitable.

They are surely superb; they’re the one factor I hold in my pantry, apart from my insulin photographs

The bag is empty. I open one other. I can really feel part of my mind die. I ignore it. “You mom fuckers,” I begin, “had been on the scene when–”

Okay, so, now I am having a little bit of a diabetic seizure; not less than that is what my physician calls them. I favor to name it, “the time when the beautiful lights dance in my head.” It’s going to be advantageous. In any case, the suspects are correctly restrained, so there is not any method they may break away.

The suspects have damaged free, however there is not any motive why you should not take pleasure in a scrumptious, wholesome bag of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups

It seems, you can’t correctly restrain two grown males with Twizzlers, even should you tie them with a hangman’s knot. As soon as your victims — suspects, reasonably — scent that scrumptious, sugary noose, there could also be no stopping them. Additionally, be sure that to restrain their fingers: Fingers can do all kinds of issues, together with placing a Twizzlers noose into the mouth, in order that the mouth can then chew into it to substantiate that the Twizzlers rope is just not, the truth is, precise rope.

Whereas scrumptious, these don’t make for efficient restraints

Additionally, fingers can throw a stool at you, and concussions are unhealthy in your well being.

If solely the stool had been made out of soppy, peanut-buttery Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups; I’d have caught it with my enamel, as a substitute of my brow

Okay, I can admit when issues have gotten out of hand. I am an emotionally mature grownup, and I can embrace my failings with grace and dignity. As my imaginative and prescient begins to clear, I can see one of many males quickly closing the gap between he and I. I am assuming he’s the one who threw the stool. I will should be diplomatic about this, lest issues develop into unstable.

So I unholster my handgun and empty your entire journal into the ceiling. Each males cower in terror, till they understand I’m nonetheless attempting to fireplace an empty handgun into the ceiling. Each males see their probability, and rush at me. This might be unhealthy: They’ve homicide of their eyes. Or panic. I am truthfully unsure which, however I am not about to take any probabilities right here: I unholster two extra handguns and empty them into the ceiling. You may by no means have too many handguns, and I’ve a number of extra hidden on my individual, simply in case.

“Okay,” I say, wheezing, and choking on chunks of drywall and thru a cloud of drywall mud, “let’s be diplomatic, right here.”

I rise to my ft whereas coughing up both peanut butter or drywall. I hope that it is peanut butter. With each handguns — freshly loaded — I movement for the suspects to return to their stools. Apart from the asshole who threw his stool at my face: I unload a wholesome quantity of ammunition on his stool. His stool turns into splinters. That man will get to squat.

“Look fellas,” I start, as I holster one of many pistols and flash them my badge once more. “We have been dwelling collectively for three years now. I do not need this to get ugly. All I need to know is, who ate one among my baggage of savory Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups?”

“Dude,” suspect primary — the chattier one — begins to plead his case. “You are taking your Halloween costume method too significantly. You are not a detective, I do know for a reality that you simply purchased that badge at a Greenback Retailer, as a result of I used to be there once you did it. And for the final time, neither of us touched your rattling sweet. Additionally, I believe you may have an issue.”

I unload a spherical into his kneecap.

“Jesus fucking Christ, you shot me, you asshole, what the fuck, my knee, oh my God, fuck, shit, that fucking hurts, shit fuck!“

I unload a bag of Skittles into my mouth. Then I unload a spherical into his different knee. I’ll have justice earlier than this night time is over. I’ll honor the badge and all that it stands for. However I am additionally beginning to lose my sugar excessive; I solely have one bag left on me, and I actually need to put this entire sordid affair to relaxation. Each are clearly responsible, they’re simply stalling for time. I additionally actually need to go get extra sweet.

You actually can style the rainbow in them, and it is one of many few issues getting me off the bed within the morning

I take away the journal from one among my handguns. I test to verify a bullet is chambered, after which I place it at my ft. “Contemplate this a kindness, you two-timing dames,” I inform them each. “I will blow this joint, see. You cats get to determine who deserves that bullet extra.”

“Jesus Christ, please, cease this, you are not a detective from the ’50s. It’s a fancy dress, man, and we did not contact your sweet!“

I don my trenchcoat and pop its collar, tilt my fedora simply proper, and place a lit cigarette in my mouth. “Inform it to God and Jesus once you meet ’em,” I say to them as I again out of the room, my badge in a single hand, and a gun within the different. As I go away, I flick the cigarette into the room: I do not smoke, however I hold them readily available for precisely this kind of state of affairs. Additionally I drenched many of the constructing with gasoline. Their screams are in unison, till I hear a single gunshot from inside. Now just one man is screaming. I open up one other bag of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups. There, between the screams of anguish and my sugar rush, I discover my bliss. “Pleased Halloween, mom fuckers,” I whisper.

Pleased Halloween, mom fuckers

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Attempt at Erasure, written by @HonorWillBeMine

Vincent picked up the phone on the fourth ring. “What do you want, man?” Then his voice went down to a whisper, “I’m about to get my dick wet.”

“Nothing, man. Go. I’ll talk to you later.” There was a beep as the phone call disconnected. “Hey Siri, call Greyson.” I was really hoping Vincent had been up for going out. I needed to blow off some serious steam after the night’s events. But, Greyson was probably the better choice, anyway. He was almost just as rowdy as Vincent, but usually kept himself out of trouble. He was like the beta to Vincent’s alpha.

“Ryo, what’s up?” Came the pick up from the other end of the call.

“I need to go raise a little hell. You up for it?” I responded.

“Always. I thought you were working tonight?” He queried.

“Long story. I’ll tell you about it when I get there. Be there in ten.”

“Sounds good.” and he hung up the phone.

The ten minute drive seemed to fly by in a minute. With everything on my mind, I was there in no time. I stepped out of the car, locked it up, and walked up to Greyson’s third floor apartment. It took him a couple minutes to answer the door. When he did, he was dripping wet. “You fall in?” I harassed.

“Very funny.” He replied. “I figured, if we’re going out, I’d ought to smell better than the car I’ve been working on.”

He had been trying to restore this 1975 Chevy Corvette for about two years. The problem was, when he got the car, it was completely totalled and it needed a whole new front end: body, frame, and engine included.

“You know, one of these years you’re going to finish that fucker and let me take it for a ride.” I needled him.

“You ain’t laying a finger on that car!” His refute was quick and I laughed. “Finish getting ready. I’ll call an Uber.” I waved him back into his room and dialed up a car. There was no way I was driving tonight. I needed to throw back a few. I had just walked out on my job and became a stalker all in one night. Yup, I definitely needed an attitude adjustment.About a half an hour later, we were walking into the local strip club that Greyson had talked me into going to. When I had told him about driving past Raisa’s house, he had decided that the strip club was the best destination for us. Not to mention there was a chic there that he had been banging recently, so any excuse and all.

We found a booth with a view of the females putting on a show and when the cocktail waitress approached the table, Greyson ordered up a couple of Kamikaze shots for each of us.

“So, that’s how it’s going to be?” I asked him.

“Shit, yeah! Dude, you’ve been stalking some chick you met once in a bar. We need to nip that in the bud. What’s up with that, anyway?” He sat back in the booth and waited for an explanation.

I shook my head, trying to figure out how to explain it to Greyson. Truth was, I wasn’t quite sure. I just had this overpowering need to know she was okay. Of course, I wasn’t going to tell him that. He wouldn’t get it. I opened my mouth around some kind of excuse when his female walked up and slid herself into Greyson’s lap.

“You know I get in trouble every time you show up here?” She said as her finger wound its way down his chest to his waistband. “Why do you want to keep getting me in trouble?”

“Hey, your boss shouldn’t get upset. I spend good money in here,” he looked her up and down, “for things I could get at home for free.” He flashed her a grin and pinched her ass. “Besides, Ryo here,” as he waved a hand in my direction, “needs a female for himself. Who’d you recommend, sweets?”

It was her turn to look me up and down. “Oh, I have the perfect friend for you.” 

She said and was up and off before I could refuse.

“Dude! Really? That’s not what I’m here for.” I said turning to Greyson.

“And what else would you come to a strip club for? The food?” He shot back. I grabbed one of the shots on the table and tossed it back. Fuck! Maybe a lapdance was what I needed? Get my mind off the female I couldn’t seem to shake. I mean, Greyson was right. I’d met her once, in a bar. I hadn’t even spoken to her since. At this point, she was just this random female that I had created a whole personality for in my head. I really needed to do something to get her out of my head.

That’s when a tall blonde walked up with Greyson’s female and immediately made her way over to me. She was perfect. She looked nothing like Raisa. Greyson slid two one hundred dollar bills across the table to me. “My treat, my man.” Then he turned back to his female.

Taking the two bills off the table, I turned toward the blonde and gently deposited them into the string of her thong.

She flashed me a brilliant smile and reached down for my hand. Entwining my fingers with hers, I let her lead me off to a secluded room in the back corner of the club. As she pushed me back on the couch, she stepped away to shimmy herself up the pole. She spent one song dancing against the pole, before switching it up and coming back over to me. Rules were, the patrons weren’t allowed to touch the females, but the females were allowed to touch all they wanted, as long as they didn’t go after the family jewels. This female ignored those rules. She started off following them, running through the routine dance moves, that was until she sat down in my lap. It was then that she reached around, grabbed my hands, placed them right on her bare double d’s, and ground her ass into my cock. It felt so good that my head rolled back and my eyes closed… for about half a second before Raisa’s sweet face appeared in my thoughts. Fuck! My eyes flew open and I was once again looking at this tall, lean, blonde whose ass was rubbing up against my cock. I began to knead her tits with my hands and she ground up against my pants even harder. But, it was no use. Raisa’s features were ingrained on my retinas and I quickly lost interest in the blonde in my lap. My hands slid down to my side and she finished the dance, half-heartedly. We both stood and without any words she went back to work and I went back to the booth where Greyson and his female were still sitting.

“I’m out. Thanks for the night, brother.” I said to him.

He quickly stood, “Hold up. You sure? I can get you another one?”

I shook my head quickly, “No. I’m good. Thanks. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” I gave him a quick pat on the back and walked to the door, grabbing the first cab I saw at the curb.

[0506ft]

small lil kisses - yukhei

“We have gathered here today, to witness two people becoming one,” Donghyuck sighs, holding onto his two best friends’ hands tightly.

“Hyuck-“

“Shut up. I’m not done.” Donghyuck continues, “Anyway, when two people love each other this much, they have to and by have to I mean must embrace their love for one another. They free their breasts, not their actual physical breasts but their breasts of love. But for you, Lucas, an absolute fucking pussy, you have freed nothing. Possibly air but that’s just it.”

“Hyuck-“

“Damn it, Yuta, I’m not fucking done!”

“Well, I’m done listening to you talk about Lucas’ relationship like you’re in some kind of spiritual shitty Quentin Tarinto movie. Just shut up and eat your damn fries before Sicheng gobbles it up in that tiny mouth of his.”

“I’ll be taking that as a compliment.” Sicheng glares at Yuta.

“I have three possibly hurtful things to say about your God forsake chin but I’m not going to say because I’ve promised God that I would be a better man and if that means less chin jokes I’ll sacrifice all the jokes in my head for it.” Donghyuck replies, turning his attention back to his half-eaten fries.

“Wow, a chin remark? That would be a low blow even for you, Hyuck.”

“I wouldn’t know, I don’t have a fucking satellite for a fucking chin.”

“Okay, enough. I think the main reason why we all assembled here after about a month and a half of just solely shit talking about who would look best as a sexy stormtrooper on iMessage is that we’ve all concluded that Lucas, although a great friend and possibly the best Fortnite player among us and just speaking about this said subject might lead us to losing our best player, he is unfortunately a pussy.” Doyoung spoke.

Lucas rolls his eyes and flips Doyoung off. Doyoung shrugs and turns back to his phone.

“The biggest.” Sicheng adds.

Lucas frowns, “Okay, but how is being gentlemanly, being a pussy? I’m just waiting for the right time!”

“Lucas, she’s been giving you signals since Abraham Lincoln colonized America.” Yuta tried.

“Signals? Like what?” Lucas rolls his eyes, demanding evidence from his friends.

“Oh, like that one time, she came over to our place, in a really nice satin camisole tank top and some really cool black bell bottoms, not to forget those really cool earrings that-” Donghyuck mumbles.

“Get to the point, Rupaul.” Yuta hurries.

Donghyuck scowls at Yuta for cutting him off but continues, “She leaned in, like full on leaned in, I’m pretty sure you could’ve seen a little bit of her cleavage.”

“Did you though?” Sicheng questions, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Oi, that’s my girlfriend you’re asking about.” Lucas glowers.

“I was just asking!” Sicheng weakly defends himself.

-

There you were in a pink satin laced camisole top, hovering over Lucas’ thigh to get his smoothie placed just across the table. If you moved just a bit, Lucas was sure he could see the insides of your shirt and he wasn’t ready to pay the consequences for that although he could feel a little bit of consequence starting to rise in his jeans.

“Uh, uh…” He called your name.

“Hmm?” You hummed, trying to wiggle yourself further in front to reach out to the large cup.

“I’ll get it for you.” Lucas gently pushed you back and leaned forward to grab the cup and pass it to you.

“Thanks!” You grinned. You took a few sips of his smoothie before placing it back on the table. You laid across his lap and stared at the television, not really paying any attention to your panicked boyfriend.

The keyword was panicked.

His eyes widened, afraid you’d feel his little friend. Of course, to his unjust luck, Donghyuck was behind his room door and witnessed almost everything.

-

“What exactly did you think that was?” Donghyuck exclaimed.

“What do you mean what did I think it was? She was just trying to get the smoothie on the table!” Lucas justified.

“She was basically STRADDLING you!” Donghyuck yelled. “You had your chance and you BLEW it!”

“Whatever. Any other signals I missed or are you guys just gonna stop at one? Not to mention, one very REDUNDANT evidence.” Lucas rolls his eyes.

“You’re hilarious. You think we’d call an intervention after only having ONE proof? You’re cute, Lucas, almost too cute.” Doyoung chuckles before squinting his eyes dramatically. “June 13th, movie night, after we were all piss tired from that shitty movie Hyuck forced us all to watch.”

“Spring Breakers is a classic.” Donghyuck yells.

“Only you think that.”

-

“So, I was thinking after all this hectic internship bullshit, we’d go on a grad trip.” You mentioned.

“Sure, I think the guys would love going somewhere. Maybe we should go somewhere tropical. Maybe Thailand!” Lucas suggested.

Your expression fell, “Right the guys.”

“Yeah, it’ll be fun, all the 6 of us. You can invite your friends too. I’m pretty sure Taeil and Doyoung wouldn’t mind!”

-

“Okay, what was wrong with that?” Lucas folds his arms, annoyed at the accusations pouring out from his friends.

“She clearly wanted to go on a trip alone with you. Dude, what’s wrong with you? Do you have rocks for brains? Or do you just have an ass for a brain?” Donghyuck sighs. “Because honestly, I think having an ass for a brain would be a vast improvement for you.”

Lucas rolls his eyes, “Just lay one more signal on me.”

“Fine.” Doyoung mutters. “May 27th.”

“God, I forgot how tiny your car was.” Doyoung complained, as he felt himself wiggle around in his seat in between Lucas and Yuta.

“Shut up. You’re lucky you even got a seat to yourself.” Donghyuck mumbled. Unfortunately, losing out on a game of rock, paper, scissors had landed himself a seat in the trunk of the car.

“Did I hear something? Was that a ghost?” Yuta murmured. “I’m scared.”

“You’re an asshole!” Donghyuck yelled.

Yuta laughed, “It’s called karma for saying I look like a furby.”

Late night drives with the boys were always hectic to say the least. Taeil and his girlfriend would be separate and quiet, having meaningful conversations alone at the front while Yuta and Donghyuck would proceed to have a screaming match. Doyoung would be on his phone texting the girl he was trying to court while you and Lucas just enjoyed the silence. It was funny though, before Lucas and you became an item, Lucas was one of the ones that contributed to the absolute chaos. The boys often teased him, saying that he dropped his balls the minute he started dating you. He was much more mature than he was, he thought processes what his wants to say before actually saying it and he started noticing the surroundings before doing something completely stupid and frankly, you appreciated every little change, but you loved him just the way he was.

“You okay?” Lucas mumbled in your ear. His hot breath tickling your neck, you turned and nodded. Your eyes flutter down to his thick plump lips before turning away.

Lucas gathered all the courage he had in his little noggin’ and pressed his hands against your cheeks, pulling your gaze back onto him. Your eyes widened, you blinked a couple of times, a little confused. Lucas gaped at you, his eyes moved all over, first your eyes, then your nose, then your lips.

“Why are you staring at me?” You chuckled.

“I’m just…savouring the moment.” Lucas mutters. “You’re absolutely stunning.”

You snorted, “I’m in a t-shirt and jeans. My make up’s smudged but thank God my lipstick’s still on.”

Lucas smiles softly before repeating, “You’re absolutely stunning.”

None of you had been this close to each other, the furthest the both of you have gone were just brief hugs and peppered kisses over the cheeks.

In all honesty, Lucas was trying very hard not to kiss you. In fact, you were sitting on his lap due to the constraint space in Taeil’s car. You were just right there. Your lips were right in front of him, just a few centimetres away and if the car jerked, Lucas might have just kissed you. He was trying to supress the feeling of “accidentally” kissing you and blaming it on the speed bumps but decided against it because if he wanted to kiss you, he wanted to do it right.

You had wiggled in his lap a couple of times, most of the times because of how uncomfortable it was but other times just to see Lucas’ reaction. You had to admit you thought flustered Lucas was absolutely adorable.

“Am I making you uncomfortable?” You whispered.

“No.” Lucas blushed. “I just…it’s fine.”

You were thankful though that his friends were loud and noisy. They barely noticed your soft conversations with Lucas.

Or so you thought.

“It feels pretty nice though.” You commented.

“What does?” Lucas queries.

“Being this close to you. It makes my heart flutter.” You admitted.

Your cheeks were warm, and your eyes fluttered back and forth before settling on Lucas’ eyes. You remembered clearly that his eyes reflected a tint of orange from the outside lights. It was around 11 at night and all of you were exhausted from karaoke and honestly you just wanted to lay your head on Lucas’ shoulder and just sleep. But you were still in your early stages of your relationship and you were kind of shy. You didn’t even realise you had enough courage to admit how much he was making your heart flutter.

“It was romantic. You had the chance to sweep her off her feet and just kiss her when she said that but alas, you didn’t!” Doyung complained.

“We were in a car with 3 sweaty boys and Taeil’s girlfriend, I wasn’t going to lose my first kiss with her in that stupid cramped up car!”

“First of all, it was 4 boys.” Donghyuck reminded.

“Oh, right you were in the trunk.” Yuta stifles his laughter.

“Second of all, you should’ve kissed her. She was waiting for it!”

“I stand with my first statement. You know what, I don’t need this from you guys, I’m going home.”

Lucas left, feeling confused. Were his friends right? Was he supposed to do something? Did she want him to do something?

“Babe, I’m home.”

You looked up from your copious amount of work.

“Oh, Lucas, just the right guy I was looking for!” You called.

“What’s up?”

“Well, I’m almost done with my report and I just wanted you to give me hug because I’m super tired.” You sigh.

Lucas chortles, “Here you go, to the most beautiful girl in the world, here is the best hug in the world.” He envelopes you tightly and peppered kisses on your forehead.

“So, I was thinking we’d spend the night watching shitty romance movies and commenting on how shit it is. What do you think?” You wiggle your eyebrows.

“Uh, sure. I just need to take a quick shower and I’ll be right by you.”

“I’ll go get the popcorn ready but don’t take too long. I don’t want cold popcorn.”

“Got it!”

Lucas races to the bathroom, his pyjamas in his hand. He stares at himself in the mirror and sighs loudly.

“You,” He points to himself in the mirror. “Are going to kiss her. Today. Now. Tomorrow. The next day. Every single day, you are going to kiss her and shower her with so much love, she’ll feel it even in her next life.”

Lucas’ eyes drop to the floor, “What am I doing? Am I really going to let a bunch of no life losers talk me into something that we might not be ready for?”

He ruffles his hair in frustration. His small dilemma was cut short when you yell for him to hurry up. He sighs and hurriedly showers anyway.

Soon, he was by your side, chomping on a handful of popcorn at a time, keeping himself busy, more specifically, keeping his mouth busy. You stare at him with wide eyes, a little bit confused by his passion towards the popcorn.

What made matters worse was what you were wearing?

He curses the day he encouraged you to shop at Victoria’s Secret because here you were in lace pyjamas and he couldn’t even touch you.

“Easy there, Luke. You’re gonna choke on popcorn then I’m gonna have a dead boyfriend and your tomb stone will read, ‘He died eating popcorn.’”

Lucas laughs, “I’m sorry I was just…hungry?”

“You should’ve told me I would’ve gotten you something on the way home. But weren’t you at the café with the boys? Surely you would’ve gotten something to eat.”

“I did. I had a hamburger, I just got hungry again.” He replies, almost awkwardly.

Lucas was starting to get extremely annoyed at this point. He was affected by what his friends had said and he was starting to overthink.

It wasn’t helping that you were right beside him. Your thighs were touching at this point and he felt like he needed to take a breather.

He moves away slightly. You scooted closer to him out of habit, he flinches and moves away. You sigh and repeated the steps and scooted closer to him. He scratches his head before moving away once again.

You turn to him, placing a hand on his lap, “Stay.”

Lucas looks up at you and breathes, nodding slowly, turning his focus back onto the TV.

“Lucas.” You call out to him.

“Yeah?” He answers, eyes glued to the TV.

“Lucas, look at me.” You grumble.

Lucas clenches his fist, trying his best not to look at you and feel the urge to kiss you. He turns to you and keeps his eyes on yours, trying not to stare at your lips.

“I was thinking…” You murmur, getting closer to him. You tangle your legs with his and move closer, your thighs touching as you place both your hands on his lap.

“W…what were..uh…wh-what are you thinking about, babe?” He manages to stutter out.

“You know we’ve been living together for 2 weeks now and I just thought you know maybe we could move things a little…faster?” You mumble nervously.

“Faster?” He gulps, his eyes finally flutter down to your lips then…in your tank top before jumping out of his seat and moving away from the sofa.

“Lucas!?” You yell. “What the hell?”

‘I’m sorry. I just saw a, uh, bug!” Lucas lies.

“I know you didn’t see a bug, you’re just avoiding me!” You cry.

“I’m not! I swear to God, baby, I’m not!” He defends, pacing forward to hug you.

You shrug him off, “Why won’t you kiss me?” Your voice breaks midway.

“Because…” Lucas sighs. “Because we’ve been going so fast.”

“And?” You roll your eyes. “We’ve moved in together and we haven’t even kissed. How are we moving too fast?”

“That’s just it! We’ve only been dating for 2 months, we haven’t even kissed yet but now we’re living together!” He yells. “Look, I love you. I love you so much, it scares me because we’ve been together for such a short period of time but I’m not afraid to say that I love you. I want this to work out so badly. Do you know how hard it is for me not to go up to you every single day when I come home to kiss you or to just touch you? God, I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long but I just wanted you to know how serious I am about this relationship, I don’t want you to think that I’m just trying to get in your pants or anything, so please understand what I’m trying to say.”

“Lucas…” You murmur. “I love you. So much. And I get what you’re trying to say, and I’ve never felt like you were trying to get in my pants. So please, for the love of God, and that horrible forsaken bet the boys put on us, kiss the life out of me.”

Lucas smiles, walking towards you. He bends down, his lips against yours, brushing it softly and ever so lightly.

“If you want me to stop-“ Lucas mumbles.

“Just kiss me.”

His lips were on yours. You reach up to grab a fistful of hair and pull him closer. Lucas pushes you against the sofa and climbs on top of you. Both of you pull away for a second and stare each other, breathing heavily, with flushed cheeks and a small smile before he swiftly presses his lips against your forehead, then your nose, then your lips.

“You’re absolutely stunning.”