#yall are just supposed to come into my house and talk about this stupid painting i made in the living room and leave

[astro-inthestars]

Good morning manhole enjoyers, 3k notes!! Ya'll really do find flop posts enjoyable, don'tcha?

Oh wow hello new followers wh.why are you all here

#rennikorambles #i expected the reblogs and likes but FOLLOWERS??? #guys what . are you doing here #yall are just supposed to come into my house and talk about this stupid painting i made in the living room and leave #why are some of you staying hello #hope you enjoy your stay?

[pies-writes-and-more]

things they do when they love you

Characters: Kageyama Tobio, Tsukishima Kei, Tanaka Ryūnosuke, Yamaguchi Tadashi, Kozume Kenma, Tendō Satori, & Ushijima Wakatoshi, all with a Fem!Reader

Warnings: literally nothing - pure fluff <3

A/N: sorry for the lack of content lately! I’ve been super busy with work and school and I feel myself starting to get selfconscious of my work again so I’m hoping I can break through the writers block it comes with! Hope you enjoy! Also thank you to @thisnoodlewritesao3​ and @satan-ruler-of-hells​ for listening to me talk about this fic probably a million times lol

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Kageyama is awkward with telling you how he feels so he just tries to give you things to show you. like you mentioned once you liked the protein bar that Coach gave you guys and now he bought every single one of them from the store and is bringing it to your house. Oh did you say you liked milk too? Well I guess he’ll just have to bring you the whole fucking vending machine. Just wants to show he will provide you with all the things you love, pls love him back. I feel like he’d also be bugging his older sister all the time - asking her all sorts of questions about girls. She’s the reason your first date wasn’t at a volleyball game (and also the reason why he no longer thinks your first date was the first time you attended his games. “Tobio, a date is supposed to be where the two of you are hanging out together.” “But.... we are together. She’s watching me play.” “.... somewhere where your whole team and the whole of the Miyagi prefecture isn’t!”)

Tsukishima will let you pamper him lol. He likes the attention so when you’re doing face masks, he’ll like look through them and ask you questions about them. Sometimes it comes off as he’s judging you for spending money on this stuff but he’s really just waiting for you to ask if he wants to try one. You bought a dino face mask specifically for him but you thought he’d laugh at you if you asked. So you just kept it with the rest of your sheet masks. You’re putting one on one day and he’s like …. is that a dinosaur. And you’re like…. no? And immediately he’s like well now I have to have it please show me how to put this one. Lol cut to: it does nOT look like a dinosaur (have yall seen those ones that’s supposed to like look like a penguin or lion or something and just looks psychotic??? yeah that). He still likes it and even lets you take a picture of his first face mask cause you just look so happy that you’re doing it with him. It becomes a ritual and any time you’re doing face masks, he’ll do it with you and you just spill all the tea to him about shit you’ve heard at work or school and he just listens and aggressively calls everyone stupid  lol

Tanaka aggressively praises you non stop but like in a good way haha. Did you just post a photo on instagram? He’s liked it first, commented a thousand different things about how he loves your outfit and your expression and how you’re the light of his life, and then he sHARES the photo to his story and is like look at how pretty my girlfriend is yall wish this was you. Oh did you just get a good grade at school??? Non stop bragging to his teammates about how he’s dating a genius (“I mean anyone’s a genius compared to you” “Tsukishima that is NO WAY TO TALK TO YOUR UPPERCLASSMAN YOU ASSHOLE”). If you’re feeling upset about something, he’ll comfort you and all but also tell you that you’re such a badass you could handle anything. And it’s not like empty compliments either - he genuinely believes that you are the most amazing human being to ever walk the planet

Yamaguchi (okay I got this idea partially from @/paige.ipairs on tiktok but it’s so cute that i had to put it here) likes doing anything with you so he likes it when you’re out shopping and you help him pick a new outfit or you style something for him. But his favourite thing is when you’re painting your nails and he’s like … that’s a nice colour… and you’re like Yamaguchi would you like… your nails painted? And at first it’s just the one finger and it’s a matching colour with you. Like on his ring finger to symbolize he’s with you but then soon he’s with you at the mall looking at different colours and picks out one’s he would like for you to paint for him and he just carries them over to you like .. o.o pls

Kenma will actively look for 2 player games that he can play with you. He’ll pretend like it’s nothing and that he just wants to try the game for the 1 player story but he’ll leave a controller out and just kind waits for you to ask to play or pick up the controller. He really likes it when you play, even if you wander around a lot and aren’t super focused on the story line. Minecraft with the two of you is always fun. He thinks it’s really funny how aggressive you get trying to save your animals from the zombies even though they won’t get hurt. You teared up once cause the pen you made for your chickens got blown up by a Creeper and he actually felt so bad even though you told him it was definitely not his fault. Cut to: you screaming aggressively when it comes to any Creeper as revenge for the chickens who were lost in the battle.

Tendō starts reading your favourite mangas and watches all of your favourite series/movies before you two really started dating because he wanted to know what to talk to you about. But now that you guys are together, he’ll plan dates where you can binge-watch all of your favourite movies/shows or just lie around and trade mangas (you had this man actually crying at some of them, he wasn’t ready for the hURT). If you’re not the biggest fan of horror films, he’ll insist that you guys don’t need to watch them but he loves when you stick it out with him cause it means extra cuddles and more snacks as comfort! If you do love horror films, he’ll always buy tickets to the new movies so the two of you can watch it together right away.

Ushijima will hold you no matter where you guys are. Big beefy boy doesn’t really understand why he wouldn’t hold you, even if you guys were in public. When you guys first started dating, you’d avoid reaching out for his hand because you figured big stoic guy like Ushijima, he wouldn’t really be a PDA kind of guy would he? Wrong. Well right, but also wrong. Boy probably doesn’t even realize what PDA is but he’ll reach for your hand and hold it anytime. And if you guys are waiting in line somewhere, he’ll just hold you in his arms in front of him. He has no sense of when not to do this. It’s like you’re his comfort person (which you are). In front of his Coach? Suddenly has you in front of him, hugging you to him. Being interviewed by some reporters? Oh look, you’re here too. Reminding Oikawa that he should’ve come to Shiratorizawa? You’re right in front sticking your tongue out at the Aoba Josai boi like the child you are lol. Honestly, he doesn’t think it’s weird but he knows deep down that he’s just really scared you’ll leave. He likes knowing you’re around because it reminds him you’re always there. 

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Never Go Home Again, Pt. XI || JJ Maybank x Reader

Words: 2910

Series Warnings: violence / talking about abuse / toxic relationships / talking about nudes sex and sex tapes / drugs / underage drinking

Pt. Warnings: Abuse / toxic relationships / talking about nudes, sex and sex tapes

Series Summary: A new girl, a shoebox of old memories, a past she’s trying to forget coincide with a hotheaded, but selfless, boy.  teenagers getting in way over their heads

Pt. Summary: JJ and Y/N reconcile upon her return

A/N: and yall are finally gonna learn the readers story lmao. im going to bed like, asap

Chapters linked in my masterlist.

“masterlist”

You’d known JJ for over a month, and you’d never been nervous to see him. You always felt comfortable, and sure, you felt fluttery when he kissed your cheek, flirted with you, put his arm over your shoulders, but you’d never felt like this. You fiddled with the friendship bracelet Kie had made you a week ago, and chewed on your lip as you sat on the porch of the Chateau. You could hear someone in the garden, but made no move to see who it was, stuck in stasis as you stressed. Your vision was cloudy. Everything he had said, it hurt. It hurt because it was true. You hadn’t been honest with him, with any of them, and they had welcomed you and helped you for weeks now. You needed to come clean. They deserved to know - JJ deserved to know - and it was unfair of you to keep it from them any longer.

It was all still fresh. It had been three months since the divorce was finalised. Two months since everything went down with Tyler. One month since you met JJ. You closed your eyes, psyching yourself up. Was John B home? Kie or Pope over? Was JJ even there, or was he home? You wondered, Please don’t let him have been home.

You heard an engine, and looked up. Pope’s car rolled up, and you stood, Kie popping the door open and pulling you into a close hug. She pulled away, eyes shining, “We didn’t know where you were - you weren’t answering calls and your dad only said you’d gone away.” she blinked slowly, opening her eyes again with a determined light.

“We thought you were dead.” you looked away from Kie, seeing Pope. You pulled him into a hug. “JJ’s been a mess. He stole 30 Gs off  a drug dealer.”

You smiled slightly, “I’m sorry for leaving like that. And I’m sorry for hiding everything. JJ was right, I haven’t been honest, and that’s not fair, you guys mean the world to me.”

Pope nodded, “You needed time, that’s okay. You’ll tell us when you’re ready.”

You thanked him. “Did JJ go home?”

“I think so.” Kie murmured, and you swore.

“I haven’t even been home yet.” 

There was a whirring behind you, and you all turned, the trees igniting in gold as a stupid amount of fairy lights lit up you small scene. You raised your eyebrows.

“What the hell?” asked Pope, the three of you in matching surprised expressions.

“Who the hell is that?” Kie questioned, leading you and Pope through the trees.

Lights illuminated the clearing outside the Chateau, gold and red shining brightly on the scene before you. A jacuzzi, lit with floating flamingo drink-holders, surrounded JJ, shirtless with a pair of stolen glasses. He held a champagne flute in one hand, and you heard the pop of a bottle opening. The three of you stood across from him.

You could see, plain as anything, he was at breaking point. The combination of the hunt, his dad, and you had unravelled him. I did this, a voice commanded, this was me.

“What did you do, JJ?” Pope asked, taking in the brilliantly lit display.

“I got a jet going straight in my butt right now.” he crooked the glasses, down, looking over the three of you with unfocussed eyes. “Y’all should get in immediately, you hear me?” he sloppily poured a drink “Salud!”

Your heart broke for him. His eyes fell on you, “Y/N?” he slurred, “Y/N! I thought you were-” hiccup, “-dead! You just, uh, you just disappeared.”

“I’m sorry.” you sighed.

“No - no!” he shook his head, voice too gleeful for his words, “I’m sorry!” he tipped his head back as he downed the champagne straight from the bottle.

“How much did this cost?” Pope interrupted.

“Uh… well, with the generator, the petrol, and oh, hey, express delivery…” he chuckled, “pretty much all of it, yeah.”

You kept your eyes on him, knowing that one too many questions would release a dam full of emotions he’d been hiding for years.

“All of it?” Pope stepped forwards.

“Yeah, all of it.” JJ repeated.

“You spent all the money in one day?”

“Pope,” you muttered, knowing JJ wouldn’t last.

“Yeah, burned a hole right through my pocket.” JJ confirmed, gesturing sloppily. “But, I mean, like, come on - guys - like, look at this! Finest in jet-based massage therapy, that’s what they told me!” Kie looked thoroughly unimpressed. “Kie, what? Can’t a man have a little luxury in life?” his voice was hoarse, and you felt worry building in your stomach and pounding at your head. He whipped his glasses off, “Come on, all this scrimpin’ and scrapin’...” his voice went soft, “I mean like - guys, we - you only live once, right? Enough of this emotional shit, get in the Cat’s Ass. Come on!”

“In the what?” you frowned.

“In the Cat’s Ass.” he shrugged, a small, drunk smirk playing at his lips, “That’s what I named her. Oh! Hey, yo, I almost forgot!” he switched a button, and the water lit up, a light flashing as the already bright display got weirder. He was about to break. “Yeah, that’s right, I now. Disco mode! That’s right, baby!”

“Are you kidding me?” Pope cut in, and you squeezed your eyes shut for a second, knowing that he and Kie were pulling at a tether that was seconds from coming loose. “You could have paid for restitution!”

“Or literally given it to any charity!” Kie added.

“Or better yet, you could have helped us buy supplies to get the rest of the gold out of the well!”

“Okay well you know what? I didn’t do that!” JJ burst forwards, showing a selection of purple bruises littering his torso. “I got a hot tub!” you kicked off your shoes, tears building at the thought that the person supposed to love him the most would hurt him like that, “For my friends. I got a hot tub for my friends. You know what? No, you know what? Screw friends. I got a hot tub for my family! I got this for you! Look, guys, look what I did for you! Alright? Look at this! Look at this! No, you stop being emotional. It’s fine, okay?” You stepped forwards as he continued, stepping over the walls of the tub and pulling him in, letting him cling to you. You let him sob on you. “I just couldn’t do it.” He was convulsing with sobs while you tried your best not to, knowing you had to be strong for him. You had to. “I couldn’t take him anymore! I was gonna kill him.” You felt Pope and Kie’s arms wrap around the pair of you, the lot of you wet with tears and hot tub water. “I just wanna do the right thing.”

“I know.” you murmured, stroking his hair and closing your eyes as you tried to keep your breathing steady.

Kie and Pope got out first, leaving after you told them you’d deal with him. You sat him down in the tub again, turning the jets off. You wiped away the last of his tears, gently prying the champagne away from him. You stroked his hair, letting him lean on your shoulder until his breathing returned to normal. You stood up then, helping him out of the tub and guiding him to the bathroom, where you sat him down on the closed toilet seat as you ran a hot bath. You distracted him by reminding him of your best memories since you met him, until the bath was full. You helped him in, washing the chlorine out of his hair, and letting him relax.

You sat on the edge of the tub as he blinked up at you, sobering up quickly. He lifted a hand from the water, touching your waist tentatively.

“Where did you go?” he whispered, the silence pressing down thickly.

“To see an old friend.” you hadn’t thought about your leaving for hours, and now you did, you wondered how broken he’d be when he found out you’d slept with two people while you were gone.

“You went to LA.” he muttered.

“Yeah.” you nodded slowly, touching his cheek, lightly. “I’m sorry.”

He blinked at you, confusion painted in his features. “Why?”

“I left.” you helped him stand up, guiding him out of the bath. You handed him the towel you’d found, leaving him to get him a change of clothes. You picked out a top and joggers, brushing away a stray tear before rejoining him. You turned around while he changed, then lay him down in the spare bed. You draped the blanket over him, changing quickly into the only other joggers you could find, and one of his tops. You lay down in front of him, taking in his bright, cobalt eyes and soft pink lips. 

“Why did you go?” he sounded broken. So broken.

“I felt trapped, like you would all hate me. So I went to see the people who I knew would be there for me, no matter what. Then I realised that, more than anyone, more than my friends in Cali, that was you guys.” he gazed at you, a strange look in his eyes as he processed your words.

“I shouldn’t have yelled.” he closed his eyes, and when he reopened them, there was a teary sheen to them.

“No.” you rejected his claim. “I needed it. I’ve been avoiding it, thinking that would make it all go away. It was stupid. If you hadn’t have yelled, I wouldn’t have gone. And if I hadn’t have gone, I’d have avoided it for the rest of my life.”

He let a tear slip. “I fucked up.” he murmured. “I fucked us up.”

“No. No, I did it. I wasn’t honest. I was so desperate not to repeat what had happened that I pushed you away.”

“What did happen?”

“Where do I start?”

“At the beginning.”

--

Your parents loved each other. They lit up when the other entered the room, and looked at each other like the world revolved around them. They met young, in highschool. Your mom was pregnant with your brother by senior year, and they got married when school was over. Three years later, once they had a house and two steady jobs, they had you. Highschool sweethearts, it always seemed perfect.

You were convinced they were perfect, until you were ten. They had a huge argument, so big, so loud, that the neighbours called the cops, and you and Lewis had to spend the night at friends’ houses. They never argued like that again.

You knew they loved each other, even after that. Over three years later, on the brink of your fourteenth birthday, you noticed they hardly spoke anymore. Family meals stopped, and they avoided each other at all costs. After a few weeks, you came home to a floor covered in glass and crockery, and your parents sitting across from each other crying. Things were perfect for two more years.

Then, she started getting angry. She threw things, hit things, broke things. She took out all of her frustrations on the family, never caring to explain herself.

Your mom lost her job, but was still out all day, everyday. You saw her with another man three months after. When you saw her, you understood something. 

Your mom hated her life. She hated not being able to afford things, not being able to go on holiday, not being able to treat herself. She wanted to live a life more glamorous than what your father could give her. You hated her for it.

You asked her about it the next day.

Your brother and dad got home to see her things packed, and you sitting at the kitchen table, bruises around your neck and a cut over your right eyebrow. The divorce papers arrived within a week. 

She didn’t fight for custody. She didn’t call. She didn’t try to see you.

--

JJ nodded slowly, wiping your tears away with the pad of his thumb. “She’s been calling you.” he murmured.

“She feels bad.” you shrugged, “I had a go at her, she hasn’t called since.”

“Did you see her while you were in LA?” 

“No, she lives in Brentwood, I didn’t want to waste my time there.”

“Fuck her.”

“Yeah.” you smiled, “Fuck her.”

“Y/N?” he whispered, “Thanks for telling me that.”

“Your welcome.” You shrugged.

“Who’s Tyler?”

“My ex.” 

“What did he do to you?”

You searched his eyes, knowing you had to tell him. You took a deep breath.

--

You met Tyler in middle school. He was the tallest in the class by an inch and a half, and the best looking. You were best friends with Cassie, and Cassie’s parents knew his parents, so you were friends by association. You cruised through middle school, skating with him and his friends when you weren’t at school or hanging out with Cassie.

At some point in Freshman year of high school, his friends stopped joining your skating days, and you and Tyler got close. He asked you out near the end of the year, and you said yes. You spent your summer drinking and smoking with Cassie or skating with Tyler, losing your virginity to him just before the start of your sophomore year. You went steadily for a year, letting your relationship become more and more toxic, until he would throw fits if you so much as spoke to another guy. You lost your friends as he tightened his grip around you, keeping you close with threats and bribes. 

He was the only one who was there for you when your mom started cheating, because he was the only one you talked to. You let yourself be vulnerable, and he took advantage of it. You went out with Cassie just before that night with your mom, telling her about your failing relationship and breaking family. She was the one who told you to break up with him. 

You waited three days. 

He took it well. Nodded, didn’t cry, left quickly.

The next day, your life was hell. You got pulled from English by the police, and taken to the principal's office, and sat down. He told you that a load of photos and two videos had been leaked from an anonymous account. Nudes, two sex tapes. You didn’t even know the videos existed. It was all over Instagram, and even a couple of porn sites. 

You didn’t even know. Not until that moment. No one mentioned it, they just gave you funny looks. It all made sense. Your dad came in, they explained it all to him. They traced it to Tyler’s phone, and your dad chose to press charges.

You saw Tyler a couple of times, in huge, explosive fights outside his house. The case was days away from success, days from him being sued, an agreement saying he’d never be able to share them. Then, your mom came back. It had been almost a month, but she came back, taking almost every penny your dad owned.

Unable to afford the lawyer as well as the moving fees, the case fell through. You only found out about the move the next day, talks of it having been circulating for a few weeks. You had three days, and in those days, all of your friends fell out with you, deciding you had chosen to hide it, not believing that you hadn’t known. Your only ally was Cassie. 

You moved, and then, you met JJ.

--

JJ’s eyes were glittering, shining, with fury. He was hurt at the idea that someone would hurt you like that. He wanted to hit something, but given your vulnerable state, tried to remain calm. You nestled into him, breathing sporadic as you processed the fact that you had said it out loud. He ran his hand over the bare skin under your borrowed top, an act of comfort that spoke the thousands of words he didn’t know how to say. The air felt thick with tragedy, hanging over the pair of you like a suffocating blanket. 

The night was raw, painful. Wounds that were hardly healed were torn open, twice as big, exposed, hurtful. Both of you, teenagers who’d been through more than any teenager should have, hurting. You didn’t move for a long time, the comfortable silence consuming you. His breathing was slow, resting. He slipped into a well-deserved slumber, as you listened to his heartbeat. You realised that you felt something for him. You’d never felt it before, not even with Tyler. You felt your heart swell when you thought about him, and contract painfully when you thought about his hurt. You decided you would protect the boy until the day you died, because God knows he needed it. 

Always the protector, helper, giver. He deserved to be protected. He deserved more than what he had, more than you could offer, but it didn’t matter, because as long as you were able to, you’d try and be what he needed, deserved, wanted. It came out as a whisper, breaking the long, peaceful silence. Rough and straightforward, plain and forward, but full of meaning. Full of the emotions you’d hidden from him, the thoughts that plagued you at night, the words you’d tried to push down for weeks now.

“I love you.”

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[danishmiilk]

if your moots were fanfics, what would they be? :p

ANON! i’ve been wanting to do this for the lONgest time (two days) so i’m soooo happy to have received this LMAO even though,,, this may NOT be accurate but im just gonig to do this randomly to the best of my ability

it’s very long, so more under the cut

@lebrookestore || taeyong + bookshop!au. so basically taeyong works at this bookshop and shes always going in to flip through books and such because she can’t afford to buy them and taeyong’s supposed to chase her away but just doesn’t have the heart to and one day she really just goes up and thanks him and hes like no problem and its usually quite empty so the next times she goes to said bookshop taeyong will go and sit with her to read the books and they talk and like wow they like the same shit! so then they Fall In Love wow

@hannie-dul-set || jaemin + definitely fluff. so basically her best friend (me! IM SORRY ALLEX BYE) and her best friend’s boyfriend (SICHENG! IM NOT SORRY ALLEX BYE) decided that their best friends weren’t getting like enough DATES so then they dragged them out on a double date (only for her and jaemin it was a bLIND date). it was at the dog cafe and the moment me and sicheng got there we just left them and ran away and theyd already bought like food so they decided to just stay and it was awkward for a bit but then like, jaemin was so good with dogs and hot damn. then yall exchange numbers and by the time yall get out of the cafe you see me and sicheng across the street using binoculars to spy on yall.

@seeing-dreams || chenle + def fluff, highschool!au. i feel like it’d be the secret admirer letter thing, which i think you already know what i mean? like chenle’s your crush bc (tbh he’e everyone’s) hes so hot and hes part of the basketball team and he also sits with you in bio and also at the same time you’ve been getting notes taped to the underside of your table in bio, and its like 10 or so letters before you get the last one asking you on a date (and leaving their number!! so if you want to date then call!!) and so youve alr fallen for this guy’s diction and you call the number and chenle’s phone rings. he winKS at you and youre like oH MY GOD

@floweringtheflowers || mark + YO IM SORRY BUT ISN’T YOUR WRITING ACC LIKE NEOSCULPTURES A SMUT BLOG I VAGUELY REMEMBER YOU SAYING THAT OR SUMN SO + pwp LMAO IM SORRY- and like obviously i don’t read those but like yeah take it take it away you just give me very strong pwp vibes bye

@moonlightjeno || jeno + arranged marriage!au, royalty!au, one sided etl!au. MHM SO BASICALLY YOURE A PRINCESS AND JENO IS A PRINCE AND THE KING AND QUEEN OF JENO’S COUNTRY (cough doyoung and his wife) dECIDE THAT OK TREATY so then you and jeno have to get married and like bc were such nice people we decide that okay, yall get married for oNE YEAR if really cannot then like fine,, yall can divorce. so yall just like try to tide it out for a year right but you need to fake in the eyes of the public and you hate jeno but hes just trying to make this more bearable for the two of you and one day yall have an argument and jeno goes like “I JUST REALLY wANT TO KISS YOU, OKAY?” *squeal* and youre like whatthefuck and then, like, you know what? you jsut pretend that didn’t happen but you eventually agree to just be cordial and friendly and become friends, and you know jeno’s in love with you but you try to not make it awkward and somewhere along the way you fall in love *clasps hands together with a huge sigh* deserve.

@sehunniepot || (i want to write this alr) yuta + hogwarts!au, etl!au, HOUSE RIVALRY!AU BC THOSE ARE SUPERIOR. yuta’s definitely a gryffindor so you can be a slytherin since you never tOLD me. so so anyway youve hated each other from day one because of some stupid misunderstanding of him purposely tripping you in the train and then youre sorted into slytherin and him in gryffindor and the next four years are pranks and sneers and insults and glares. then the yule ball comes up, and because the hogwarts teachers are so JUMPY you have a dancing lesson with randomly assigned partners and you get yuta and AAAA “boys, put your hand on the girl’s waist.” and youre glaring daggers but yuta does it anyway with that cocky grin and you hold hands and your hand’s on his shoulder and are his ears red, or is that just your imagination?? then yall just tease each other the entire dancing lesson and when you get back to your dorm best friend!doyoung’s all like “why was nakamoto blushing-” and you’re like “nothing.” then then YOU REALISE YOU CANT STOP THINKING OF HIS HAND ON YOUR WAIST AND DURING THE NEXT DANCE LESSON YOU NATURALLY GRAVITATE TOWARD EACH OTHER AND DOYOUNG’S LIKE ?? OKAY THEN ILL JUST GO DANCE QITH SOMEONE ELSE?? then the teachers (who know of your stupid rivalry) are like: okay then miss l/n and mr nakamoto if you’ve already paired up. OH THEN A FEW WEEKS LATER HE ASKS YOU TO THE BALL UNDER THE GUISE THAT “YOU ACTUALYL DANCE WELL” AND YOURE LIKE “YOURE NOT TOO BAD YOURSELF” but its all, ofc, a pretense and then at the ball you all (having alr realised you like each other), confess, and promptly kiss under the shining ice stalactites magically hung from the trees in the grounds of hogwarts. (OH MY GOD FUCK IM WRITING THIS)

@doyounged || doyoung + fluff, def + i think high school sweethearts!au so this is the really fluffy oneshots where like youre super shy!! like its pretyt obvious you have crushes on each other but like first relationship or wtv and you jsut brush fingers and BLUSH and put your arm around each other and BLUSH and cheek kiss and BLUSH and you get my point? yeah yeah that’s the whole au

@moonbeamsung || jisung + fluff af + best freinds to lovers!au the only thing i can think of is like cute sleepovers and the sleeptalking thing, i’ve written something like that for you i thiNK?? 

@orange-nimon-cross || cai xukun + angst. just pure angst. im not even kidding the angst is so bad oh my god- probably hurt-comfort. like xukun’s your emotional rock and hes jsut so,,, ROCK AND HES ALW THERE FOR YOU AND KAJOFSDF A HUG SOLVES ALL and something like that you get my point, yes??

@rouiyan || hyuck + uhm, ice hockey player hyuck. like i think you did one with jeno or something but like idk why does the concept suit your vibe so muCH?? this one bc hyuck is playful it’d be like you’re dragged to the matches bc jeno’s your best friend but you couldnt give a flying fuck about ice hockey and his annoying teammate (hyuck.) keeps flirting with you and like one day you ask him straight up why are you flirting with me and hyuck’s immediately apologetic like shit did it make you uncomfy ill stop and youre like hes,,, a nice guy and then yall bond over like post-match meals which jeno starts dragging yall all to and then yeah sicheng and ten (same hockey team) help hyuck plan a confession and he confesses at the pizza shop.

@radiorenjun || renjun + angst, but with a happy ending if i feel like it- oh hold on maybe not angst ill save you the heartbreak. def artist!renjun, not even going to think about it, and kind of supernatural/soulmate? like he has dreams of a mystery girl every night and that’s the inspo for all his paintings, and he tries selling them to an art gallery and youre the curator of said art gallery adn youre liek “thats so beautiful, but why is it always the back view of the girl?” and renjun looks up from his paintings to explain and he sees you and literally screams because he’s never seen the mystery girl’s face but HE KNOWS its you. it HAS to be. so the two of you try figuring out the stupid phenomenon and who knows, maybe it’s just fate’s way of letting the two of you come together! yall become a thing YAY

--- once again, thank you anon for this ask! i really enjoyed doing this and like you know what?? i may write some of these aus someday. definitely the yuta one. someday.

#moots! #anon #asks #mention games

[akvtsuki-ari]

Saccharine

Warnings: smut! fingering, crying, penetration/creampie, unprotected sex

Length: 4k 

Authors note: i truly do not have words or explanation for this fic lol its loosely based off of real life events and this tweet. also the 90′s RnB song is So Into You by Tamia. either way hope yall enjoy! 

Summary: Luke think you’re the cutest person in the world and it makes him wanna fuck the shit out of you. 

Luke Alvez is an asshole. 

Don’t let his charming smile and puppy-dog existence fool you. He’s an asshole, a complete dick and his entire persona demands to be fought.

Why? 

It’s a bit of a hefty explanation but for the last maybe week or so, Luke Alvez has managed to figure out the fact that you’re actually kinda easy to embarrass. He wouldn’t really peg you for the type since you work together and in the field - well, you’re someone who always stands your ground. No matter the unsub, the stakes, the risks - you stood tall against everything and it was hard to shake your existence. 

It was actually rather admirable to Luke. It was what attracted him to you in the first place, because despite all that you were always watching over everyone, always showing him genuine thought and care when a case was hard on him and giving him solid advice. Luke liked you for a lot of reasons, but your unwavering sense of reliability was a huge, towering factor and he can’t say that part of you had changed that much. You were so dependable and steady - when the two of you started dating, and he saw such a different side of you - he could feel his heart collapse. 

It was so goddamn cute. It borderline frustrated him how cute you were being and you had no idea. Luke’s a gentleman by nature, he figures. It was how he was raised, always wanting to respect women and be chivalrous, but it was clear early on that that wasn’t something you were all that used to. When he asked you about it, you clarified. 

 “I mean, I’ve been in relationships before and it’s nice when guys do it for me, but you’re different,’ you explain carefully, blushing painted on your cheeks. 

“Different?,” his voice laced with genuine, bright-eyed curiousity. 

“It makes me feel really happy when you do it, if that makes sense. Like I’m special, and you’re not doing it just because that's just what guys are supposed to do. I like that you’re just nice,” you sat slowly. Luke couldn’t help the grin on his face and you flush, covering your face with your hands. 

“That sounds stupid, I’m sorry,” you say, groaning at your own existence. Luke watches the way your hair falls over your hands and can’t help the way his heart soars through his chest. He wraps his arms around your waist and hugs you tight, picking you up and spinning you around. You let out a fit of giggles and Luke struggles not to do anything more. 

He couldn’t get over how fucking adorable it was. You’d been dating for nearly a year and it never changed about you - your genuine suprise at his romance and affection for you made his heart absolutely scream. If someone mentioned you, he’d smile till his face hurt and every time you did anything unintentionally adorable it left Lukes mind racing. It was different things that got him every time. When you first started dating and you cooked him a bunch of healthy meals to make sure he ate well while you were visiting home. You falling asleep with Roxy in his bed, or leaving a bunch of sweet-smelling shower products over at his house. Nothing was ever a big deal to you, you just did what you did because you were you and Luke was so wholly in love with it. 

One time, in particular, stands out to him. It was 2am and Luke was coming home from some paperwork - you ended up leaving early cause you’re a lot better on that stuff than he is. When he comes he finds his dim lights turned on, you dancing to 90’s RnB in the kitchen while making breakfast. You were wearing his tshirts, Roxy playfully running around your feet as you did. You were completely in the moment, too concerned with the music to notice him so close by. 

“I really like what you’ve done to me, I can’t really explain it, I am so into you ~ ,” your voice is soft and sweet as you sing the melody, flipping pancakes and being in your element. Luke was in love, so damn deep in it. He came up behind you to give you a tight hug and you yelp a little before you relax. 

But that was then, and this was now. Closing in on a year, and Luke just couldn’t really help himself but to tease you and elicit that adorable reaction at absolutely any chance he had. Every time he saw you, he just needed to get that teeny adorable reaction out of you. 

But - it was masochistic because Luke knew that he wanted something more, wanted to frustrate you more out of something a lot less wholesome than careful affection. He knew that the teasing had much greater stakes in his favor that would result in a shower and 15 minutes with his hands wrapped around his dick trying to get the image of you falling apart for him out of his mind. 

It wasn’t like the two of you hadn’t had sex before - you did and it was fantastic. You were attentive, and good in bed. He didn’t have any problems with your sex life for the most part but - 

It’s genuinely hard to explain. He just wants to touch you and be the only person to make you feel how he can make you feel. Maybe it was kinda selfish but it was growing on him day to day and teasing you relentlessly was his only outlet. 

You were easily embarrassed just as you were easily frustrated. Luke's teasing was only growing and while you know it was never meant to be mean, it was starting to make you frustrated. You weren’t genuinely angry or anything, but it was goddamn frustrating to be easily embarrassed especially randomly during the work-day and you were going to put your foot down damn it. 

It was the end of a case, and everyone was packing up to get back onto the jet. Luke saw you struggling to reach something on a top shelf close - it looked like your coffee mug. You assume Spencer had put it up while cleaning and now you were here, feeling your shirt ride up as you stretched yourself up trying to get that damned mug. 

Luke saw you and laughed, and with great purpose takes his hand around your waist and pulls you down. You huff, then blush and look away as you feel his chest pressed against your back - picking the mug up with ease. 

“Damn it, Luke,” you sigh frustrated. He looks at you as you turn to him and smiles charmingly, 

“What's with you lately? Huh? You’re so mean to me,” you pout, not angry but frustrated. Luke sense your genuine upset and pouts back. 

“Aww what?,” he respond

“What’re you being so mean for huh? It seems like you have something you’re hiding,” you joke. But Luke's expression changes and you falter - watching the way he swallows and looks at you, eyes dark. 

“Hey,” you say, pressing your hand against his cheek. His eyes flutter to you, mind suddenly swimming with something as dangerous as thought and fantasies and he doesn’t seem to be able to breathe. 

“Sorry, we can talk at home,” the words escape him faster than he can stop them and you smile, getting on your tip-toes to give him a kiss and patting his chest adoringly. Luke smiles and watches you head out, following in suit. 

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The plane ride and drive home were normal. Idle chatter and soft touches as usual. Luke ended up falling asleep in your arms on the plane and the team took a rather cute picture of you running your fingers through his hair. 

But now the two of you were alone, in your shared apartment. You were half undressed wearing a dress shirt and no pants, and Luke was changed into a t-shirt and sweats. You pour yourself some white wine and pour Luke some scotch before handing him a glass. You sit next to him on the couch, knees pulled up underneath you as you sit, wine glass in hand. 

“What’d you wanna talk about?,” you ask, taking a sip. Luke does the same and sighs, swishing the alcohol in his glass. 

“Ah, it’s nothing important babe,” he says mildly. You look at him suspiciously, earning him a laugh. You stretch your legs to be on his lap and he puts a hand on your outer thigh, rubbing circles into it. You felt yourself flush and Luke smiles, laughing quietly.

“From the way you looked earlier, it was definitely something. Whatever it is, I won’t judge you - just wanna make sure everything is okay, you know?,” your tone is warm and gentle. Luke can’t help but sigh, ready to succumb to your affection much quicker than he wanted to admit, you smile at him genuinely and it makes his heart twitch. 

“It’s honestly just too embarrassing,” he laughs. You frown at him and readjust. He’s joking but there's some honesty in there too. You sigh. 

“Try me,” 

You’re looking at him intently and it makes Luke nervous. He coughs a little bit, suddenly noticing how cute you look like this and he shakes his head. 

“You wanted to know why I was teasing you so much, right?,” he asks. You nod. 

“Well, honestly - I can’t really help myself. It’s the little things you do, you make me feel like a teenager in high school,” his laugh is bright, yet fond. You scrunch your face up and blush and Luke looks to you. 

“See what I mean? You’re adorable, really,” he makes a point out of your reaction but you just shake your head in embarrassment. He smiles, leaning over to press a kiss on your forehead. 

“You’re annoying with how cute you are, man. It gets a little in my head you know?” he tries to say the thing, without saying the thing. It makes you realize what this could be about but you try and dismiss the thought quickly. 

Curiosity killed the cat though, and you were the cat it seems. 

“You couldn’t mean... that, could you?,” you say slowly. You look at Luke and he gives you a sheepish smile. You hit his shoulder, only to hide your face in it seconds afterward. He can’t say he doesn’t get it, he can see how you might be embarrassed about your adorable antics turning him on.

“That’s embarrassing,” you whine out. Luke laughs heartily, and rubs your back as you cling onto him, shy as ever. He ignores the way his dick twitches when you do. 

“But wait,” you pull back from his side, and look up at him curiously. He was seriously going to die. 

“I mean it’s embarrassing but if you just want to have sex than that’s nothing to be embarrassed about, so it’s something else isn’t it. What is it?,” you repeat the question to him softly as you pull closer to him. You look at him, exploring his features, noticing his lips, and the scruff of his beard, and his eyebrows. You’re not really looking for anything in particular, rather you’re just looking at him because you like to. You stare at his lips for a while because you think they’re pretty, and Luke can’t really hold back when you do.  

He leans when he kisses you, his grip around your thighs just a little bit tighter. The kiss is slow, mouth subtly giving Luke more room. You can feel the way his tongue nips at yours, pulling back from soft pecks that slowly turn to something more than just a kiss. You whine when he kisses you like that, the way he pulls off soft and slow just to look at you. You feel inebriated when he pulls back, unsure of a time he’s kissed you in such a way. Your face must’ve been one of shock, because when you pull back, Luke chuckles. He can’t help himself. 

“Sorry,” he apologizes but he doesn’t mean it. You take the scotch out of his hand and set it next to your wine glass before you throw your legs on the other side of his and straddle him. You look to him, face hot and thighs just itching to tighten against one another but you hold out. 

He takes you in when you sit on his lap like that. His hand aimlessly grazing your waist as you put your hands on top of his, as if to let him know you were attuned to his action. You always did so, even if it was momentarily. Your face was red at the way he touched, looked at you, - adored you really. His eyes were fixated on the spot between your legs, hands dangerously close to your backside. You cover your eyes with your sleeve when he does, and he smiles. He kisses your collarbones, teeth grazing the spot of skin slightly as ever and you whimper. A groan escapes Luke's throat and your eyes shoot open to look at him

You expect to see something that resembles that cheesy, shy smile that he normally has but you don’t. Instead, you’re greeted with eyes glazed over in lust and depravity. Unexpected is the understatement of the year and you fold under the weight of it. The way he’s so still in watching you, taking you in - it gives you a sense of how long this must’ve been taking place in his head. You look into his eyes for a second and you can see the way his teeth grit and that makes you pout. He just closes his eyes when you do. 

“You make me crazy, my love,” he laughs. His voice is dark. The tension between you two is tangible and you, unsure of what to say, smile. 

“Sorry,” you say softly. Your fiddle with your hands in your lap, and Luke is at his limit. He moves your hands behind your back, and leans into you. You’re startled but turned on as he whispers to you. 

“Let me show you what it is, yeah?,” Luke's voice has a grip on you that you can’t get rid of. You nod, chewing the inside of your lip and Luke takes a deep breath, taking you in as he lets go of your hands. 

“Take your shirt off for me, okay?,” he asks, voice hoarse. You nod, unbuttoning the top three buttons and revealing tight lace. It was comfortable and expensive and Luke couldn’t keep his eyes off you. Your shirt falls to the floor and Luke doesn’t have patience at this rate so he unclasps your bra too, pretty as it is, letting you slide it off and watching fall to the floor. 

For a second, Luke just looks at you. He notices the curve of your breasts, and how gorgeous they are - how the sheen of sweat and flushed heat makes appearances all over your body and how your thighs seem to squish you sit down on him. He can feel how wet you are through the layer of his sweats and he really can’t seem to do anything but focus. His expression is enough for you to feel the heartbeat in your clit and you whimper. 

Luke's groans and goes into action - recklessly latching his mouth to your neck as his hands explore every part of your body. You moan again, high and whiny - just trying to make sense of the feeling of Luke. He manages to be everywhere all at once, overwhelming all your senses without having to touch you too much at all. His hands explore your skin, rough and calloused serves contrast to yours, soft and supple. His hands grips at your thighs as his mouth works his way down to your nipples, mouth latching onto one as his settle on your hips. He presses you down lightly, and without much consideration you rock yourself against his erection, pressing up against you. You whine - the friction leaving your existence incessantly sensitive. 

Luke is busied by you, his tongue left to flick against your nipples as he goes between brushing them back and forth and sucking them. His hands are focused on getting you to press yourself against him, and his head is insistent on listening to every little whimper that manages to leave your mouth as he does so. You can feel all the spots on your chest covered in hickies - fingertip bruises just above your thighs. 

“Luke,” the whine leaves you unintentionally, your words too out of focus for you to repeat. You’re too focused on the way you need to be touched or fucked or anything, to say anything sensical. You don’t have to speak though, Luke already knows what you need, his hand is immediately at your panties. 

His fingers were careful, two pressed up against your clit - at first, simply brushing against them, eliciting multiple unwavered sighs and whimpers. He speeds his pace up just a little, and you grip onto his shoulder in anticipation, pressing your forehead to his as you take in the feeling of pleasure. 

“It feels so nice,” your voice is carried out and distant, jaw just slightly slack. Eyes fluttering as they looked forward to see Luke, who was carefully watching his own hands work you 

“You’re so wet, fuck,” his voice is hoarse. You nod, chewing your lip. 

“Cause of you,” your voice is worn out and Luke swears he can see god, she’s right there in front of him bringing his whole being closer to heaven. 

“Say that again, please,” he’d beg on his hands and knees to hear that again. Enticing because he knows what you mean. 

He looks up at you, foreheads still touching as you make eye contact with him - your expression painfully far away. You shut them once he hits that speed you like,

“You’re the only person who can get me this wet,” and that's all it takes. Luke's hands go just a little further down, finding your entrance. He runs his fingers across your slit and is greeted with slickness he can’t help but be pleased by. 

One finger first - it goes in ridiculously easily. You can feel it in you but it’s still not enough, you urge Luke with a tug to his shirt and he doesn’t hesitate to push his ring finger inside of you. Before he does anything else, he angles his palm to push against your clit and his fingers to be just a little bit deeper inside you. He curls his fingers tightly, pushing directly against your g-spot. 

The noise you let out is too beautiful for him to comprehend. It was loud and wanton and desperate. It was high-pitched and whiny, and soft and so fucking cute. He couldn’t describe how it got to him even if he tried and he let out a groan from deep in his chest. 

You pull away from him to look at him and he looks back at you. You can feel his fingers curl inside of you so many times over you lost count, the palm of his hand lazily pressing up against your clit. He looked into you, eyes never leaving yours as his fingers worked otherworldly magic in you. 

It felt so fucking good. Bursts and waves of pleasure hitting you at maximum speed, over and over and over, as if today was your last day on earth. Your skin was so hot it could burn someone to touch, and your stomach was tight as you held yourself over Luke, earth-shattering orgasms hitting you wave after wave like it was nothing. Your voice was coarse, screams of Luke's name ripping through you as you try to steady yourself from the unseemly tidal waves of pleasure you happened to be experiencing. Your thighs and core ached from all the tensity, hair sticking to your forehead, all your weight leaning on Lukes. He was breathing so heavy, egging you on softly with praises about how cute you looked like this. Ruined like this just for him. 

Before you can explain, tears form in the corners of your eyes as you look at Luke. He slows down but you shake your head in protest as hot tears spill down your cheeks. Your makeup, already smudged, is ruined but you smile at him. 

“Please don’t stop, I’m okay, it just,” your voice catches in your throat as Luke speeds up again - clearly inclined by your urgency, your fingers wrapped around his wrist. You look into his eyes searching for how to explain yourself but 

“It feels so fucking good, so please keep going,” your voice is exasperated. You plead with him like he wouldn’t give you exactly what you wanted and then some. He doesn’t know what to say so he just grins, kissing tears off of your face.

He knows he should break you off soon, so in one last act of vigor - he curls his fingers inside of you again and rubs his palm against your clit. His speed isn’t faster as much as it is more consistent, slowly picking the pace up as he draws you in closer one more time. He leans his mouth next to your ear, nipping at your neck and jaw before he guides you through your last orgasm. 

“You have me so in my head, baby. Look at you like this, how fucking wet you are for me - I don’t want anybody fucking else to see how cute you are like this,” his words are aggressive but they meaning they carry is loving. Right now all it does is edge you into your orgasm further and your brain is entirely fried. You just nod, mindless, breathless, speechless - simply unable to exist at all as for one last time Luke Alvez makes you cum until you see stars, like the asshole he is. 

You’re still crying when you come down from your high. Luke slips his fingers in your mouth and you clean them off for him obediently before he kisses you. Your eyes are filled to the brim with loving tears and your orgasm was so intense you don’t know what to do. You tell Luke to take off his shirt and he does, laughing. You koala wrap yourself around him and settle into him, so happily exhausted. 

“Baby,” he laughs. You lean back to look at him and furrow your brows. 

“Did you cum yet?,”  you say. Luke laughs sheepishly and shakes his head no.

“Uh, no -  I was just gonna take care of it later -,” Luke gets cut off by the feeling of your hands around his waistband, pulling his pants down. He sucks in a breath between his teeth and looks at you. 

“I know you’re tired Y/N, it’s,” he’s cut off again by you, this time you sloppily place your lips on him as you line his dick up with your entrance. You sink down on him easily and the gasp the leaves his throat makes you giggle. You grind on him for a second, before bouncing up and down on him. You knew he wouldn’t last too long at this rate, and you wanted to get him off. 

“You can cum inside, ‘m on the pill after all,” you say softly. Luke is letting out strings of swear words, as he works his hips up to meet your pace, pounding into you. Luke stretched you out nicely. Normally you two still use a condom for the purposes of safety but you really wanted to feel him inside you. 

You work your teeth along Luke's neck leaving some moderate hickies before he holds your hips up and pounds into you one last time - cumming inside you, your name escaping him like a prayer. 

“God fucking damn, Y/N,” he can't help his shock as he pulls out, and you just giggle. You wrap your arms around him carefully and hug him koala style once more. He places kisses all over your shoulders,  holding you to him and listening to your breathing. The two of you lie there in soft warmth, trying to slow down and relax from your high. 

“You pull back to Luke and look at him so fondly he could melt and he smiles at you. 

“Luke, don’t date anyone else ever,” you say straight-faced. He can’t help the loud laugh that slips and looks at you adoringly. He kisses you sweetly. 

“Never princess. You either, okay?,” he says. You nod, placing kisses all over his bearded face loving, hugging him close. 

“Mhm, okay,”

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[sinplisticshawn]

get your kicks - prologue: home

pic cred shawnmendesgallery

A/N: hello hello happy new year friends!!!!! this shitshow of a story is brought to u by my procrastination and @evansweaters​ ’s 2k writing challenge. i haven’t written in a loooooong ass time, but i really wanna get back into it so even if it sucks im kinda okay with that. gotta start somewhere!!!! so yeah here we go. hope i do ya proud sami. 

prompt: road trip au + shawn mendes (ft. college!shawn and best friend!shawn)

warnings: language, some heavy-handed exposition pls forgive me lol

word count: 1.7k

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Amelina had fully expected the house to be empty when she walked in. Four in the afternoon on a Thursday meant her parents were both still at work, and if she remembered correctly, Luis would still be in his last period history class that he raved about every time he called. All of this in mind, she found it completely fair that she screamed bloody murder when all six feet and two inches of white man greeted her with a tackle from behind and a shout of her name.

“Shawn, you absolute ass, what are you doing?” she questioned with a glare when he laughed with his whole body.

“Waiting for you to get home?” he said as if it should be obvious why he was in her house alone when his own home was right next door. “Rosalia said you were coming home today and that I was welcome to wait on you. So I did. I missed you.”

Amelina finally caught her breath and relaxed into his tackle, letting it become a hug. His grip loosened when he dropped his head beside hers and spoke — a little softer that time with his voice muffled in her shoulder.

“Seven months was too long, Lina.”

She squeezed his arm.

“I know.”

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“Oh my god, and did I even tell you Liyah has a boyfriend now too?”

The incredulous look on Shawn’s face and the way he dramatically dropped the butter knife and bun he had been holding made Lina snort before casting her mother a knowing glance. Lina and Shawn had spent some time at the dining table catching up on their semester apart before her mother arrived shortly after her. After properly welcoming her daughter home, Rosalia asked them to make themselves useful and get started on dinner.

“Does she now?” Lina said, doing her best to seem oblivious as she tossed the veggies in the pan.

“Yeah! I’m gone for half a semester and I come back and she’s all curled up with this Rohail kid on our couch!”

“Rohail? That’s one of Luis’s friends. Nice boy,” Rosalia said.

“I don’t care if he’s a nice boy, she’s fifteen. Why does she even—”

“Lina, have you booked your flight yet?”

Shawn’s tantrum was cut short when Lina’s father called out to her from just outside the kitchen. He had arrived a bit after her mother and made a beeline for his bathroom after giving his daughter a hug. Fully refreshed and having changed out of his work suit and into his favorite cargo shorts, he walked in with his head down, phone in hand.

Lina could feel Shawn’s eyes boring into her back.

“Uh no– no, I haven’t.”

“Your flight?”

The two spoke at the same time, her voice suddenly nervous and his almost concerned. She didn’t take her eyes off of the sautéing onions and peppers.

“Yeah. LAX. I have an interview.”

Her voice stayed steady, but she let herself sneak a peek over her shoulder. Confusion was clear on Shawn’s face, but the slight tilt to his lip suggested hurt. 

“Interview?” was all he managed to stutter out.

“My little Lina is in the final round of interviews for a very prestigious internship,” her father announced, pocketing his phone and crossing the kitchen to kiss her head with a massive grin. He really couldn’t be prouder, but in that moment, Lina found herself almost wishing he cared just a little less. Or at least was quieter about it.

“Oh shit,” Shawn said, his voice much softer than it was mere minutes before when he was talking about his sister. “Congrats, Lina. That’s real big.”

“Thanks,” she said quietly.

Sensing the tension, her mother cleared her throat and gestured to the window that faced the street.

“Looks like your parents are back, mijo. Amelina, why don’t you go say hello and invite them over? You dad can finish up here.”

Rosalia took the spatula and pan from her daughter and shoved them towards her confused husband. Lina nodded, thankful for her mother. She kissed her father’s cheek as a quick way of saying don’t worry, you’re only kind of in trouble before she gestured to the door at Shawn.

“So LA, huh?”

He fought to keep his voice even, walking casually with his hands in his pockets and kicking at rocks as they crossed the street to his house.

“Yeah. Yeah, LA.”

“So would you like… leave UC?”

“Nah, it’s just a one-semester co-op kinda thing. I’d be in LA for the spring taking online classes and working full time, then I go back next fall.”

“Oh okay.”

“Lina!”

Before the front door of the Mendes house was full open, Aaliyah barreled towards Lina.

“I missed you. Don’t leave me again for that long, damn.”

“Missed you too, hun,” Lina responded, finally letting go of Shawn’s little sister. “How is my favorite girl doing? How’d your one-month go?”

“It was so cute, Lina, oh my god. We went to the drive-in and—”

“You what?!” Shawn broke his silence, quickly moving from where he had been watching from the door. The smile he wore watching the reunion fell immediately and was replaced with a scowl. “And you!” he whipped his head towards his best friend. “You knew!”

Lina shrugged. Shawn huffed.

“No respect in this damn house.”

He brushed past his mom, quickly kissing her head before stalking off to the bathroom. Karen threw Aaliyah an inquisitive look as she entered the living room before rolling her eyes at her son’s dramatics. Finally, she made it to Amelina and enveloped her in a hug.

“Welcome home, love.”

______

Evening found the Mendes clan spread out through the Moreno’s living room in a post-dinner laze. Lina’s parents were in deep conversation with Manny while Karen, Lina, and Shawn grilled Aaliyah about her new relationship, but Lina’s attention was admittedly elsewhere. From where she was sitting, her entire left side pressed against Shawn’s right, she could feel his other leg shaking and his fingers picking at a thread in her jeans – an old habit of his that she had grown used to when they were younger but which felt oddly foreign after months apart. Like hers, his attention seemed split as he was only barely participating in the conversation he was so passionate about just hours earlier. While Aaliyah gave a dramatic retelling of her adorably disastrous first date, Lina turned to Shawn.

“You okay?”

As if the string suddenly stung, his movements froze, and he jerked his hand away. He mashed his lips the way he did when he was deciding whether or not to tell the truth.

“Can we— can we go outside for a bit?”

Lina nodded with some concerned hesitation, following as he stood and pulled her with him. No one seemed to notice or care as they made their way out onto the patio swing where he pulled them both down with a huff. They sat quietly, pushing off against the fire pit in front of them to make the seat swing. Amidst the silence, it was like the words had been punched out of him when Shawn finally spoke.

“Why didn’t you tell me about LA?”

“It’s not a sure thing yet,” Lina mumbled. “I didn’t want to cause a fuss.”

“That’s the shit we’re supposed to talk about though! The not-sure-yet things. The ‘maybe’s and the ‘hopefully’s and the ‘I don’t know’s. I mean, fuck, since when do you avoid causing a fuss with me? Since when am I the last to find out?”

Shawn had sprung out of his seat and was pacing in front of her. Everything he hadn’t said since they were in the kitchen together that afternoon came pouring out between short huffing breaths, and Lina didn’t know what to do except sit still and quiet and listen as her best friend told her everything she already knew.

“I had to find out about Andy through my mom. I had no idea you broke up with her until two weeks later, and by then, I felt like an idiot even asking about it.”

“Shawn, I’m sorry.”

“And we said we’d never go longer than three months. We just doubled that and—”

“I know, and I’m really sorry that I couldn’t—”

“I don’t want you to apologize, Lina, goddammit. I get it. Life happens. I just…” His voice caught in his throat. With a sigh, he fell back into the seat beside her with his eyes closed. His voice was softer when he spoke again.

“I feel like I’m losing my best friend.”

As much as she wanted to reassure him, to flick him on the forehead and ask are you stupid?! she knew he was right. She had felt it too, and she didn’t have the will to lie to him and say that she didn’t.

“It’s not…” she paused, gathering her thoughts. “You aren’t losing me. We’ve just drifted, I guess.”

“That’s almost worse. That’s what adults say.”

“I guess that makes us adults now.”

“I don’t wanna drift, though, Lina,” Shawn admitted in a small voice as her reached for her hand. She let him have it on instinct, and he relaxed just a bit.

A moment of thought spent tracing her thumb over his swallow tattoo bred an idea, and the grin that overtook her face had Shawn confused and a little scared.

“Then we won’t.”

______

“Are you sure you wouldn’t rather just fly, mija?”

“I’m sure. This will be so much better,” Lina told her dad, beaming as she pulled on the straps of her backpack.

“Ready?” Shawn called out to her as he approached from across the street with his own backpack slung over one shoulder.

Between them was the large white van that would be their home for the next several days. Packed with luggage and pillows and blankets to last them until California and painted with phrases like “ROUTE 66 BABY!” and “SUMMER BREAK 2K19” courtesy of Aaliyah and Luis, it was truly an eyesore. And Lina absolutely loved the sight of it.

“Ready!”

______

A/N: i don’t have an update schedule for this, but i hope to stay somewhat regular. feel free to yell at me if i don’t. i also don’t have a taglist yet but if yall would be interested in that just shoot me an ask! hope you liked it and happy new year!

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[blackrosesfanfic]

Chapter 212

Two days later

Alex

I gasped sitting up in the bed. Aye shit. I totally forgot to fucking talk to Cammie's ass days ago. Damn. I'm slipping on my game. As I'm getting out of bed I feel resistance. I turn around looking behind me. The cover was wrapped around my waist because I took my feet out first. Jamaal's stupid ass was holding the cover around my waist preventing me from getting all the way out of bed.

"You wake up in the middle of the night and grab your phone? You going to make a phone call? Or you suddenly have to urge to shit?"

"Oh my gosh." I slap his hand off of the cover and get up. "You got fucking problems."

He doesn't change his demeanor. "You think I'm playing?"

"Boy, chill the fuck out." I say sitting on the bed. "I can't believe you fucking serious."

"Hello?"

I slap Jamaal's hand away from me. "Hey, Boo. I forgot to fucking talk to you days ago."

"You better be glad my baby don't know we changed time zones."

"Good you were woke. So the other day I heard some shit. I meant to let you know."

She sighs. "I'm going through some shit right now. I don't want to hear no shit about Trey. Warning."

I chuckle. "Well good then bae, cause this shit about you."

"Say what?"

"Yeah, this blog page was started about you and August Alsina. It's pretty petty but anyway. It's like a if you see these two together let us know type shit. They got people talking about how they used to see yall partying together and now there's this song."

She sucks her teeth. "That's why that bitch took it upon himself to fucking tell me about a fucking song? Oh my gosh. I'm..."

The baby starts crying really loud. I couldn't hear shit she was saying anymore. It sounded like she was still talking. I wait for the baby to stop crying. When he does it gets completely quiet. She must not have been talking to me.

"I'm about to call this motherfucker right now."

"Who?"

She sucks her teeth. "Can you get Caden?"

I think it's April. "You know I've been waiting."

"August."

"Why you calling August?"

"Cause he needs to fix this shit. No wonder Trey acting all salty and shit."

I suck my teeth. "You can't leave a nosey ass bitch in the dark. I wanna hear this conversation."

She doesn't say anything for a few seconds.

"Damn, Bae, do you know what time it is?" August grunts.

"Oh shit." I whisper turning to Jamaal. I put the phone on speaker.

Cammie was livid. "Why the fuck do I care? Where are you?"

"Umm... in my fucking house. Do I supposed to be somewhere else? Why you calling me all mad and shit?"

"Cause your bullshit got people thinking I'm having a fucking affair with your ass."

He exhales. "Yeah, I know."

"Fuck you August." She spats.

"I ain't did the shit on purpose, Love. I told you the other day I'm better than that. I'm not gonna ruin your shit cause you don't want to be with me."

"Well fucking prove it then."

He clears his throat. "How? How can I make you happy?"

I look at Jamaal. Oh shit. This nigga acting like he in love with her ass. What the hell? Maybe they did once have something but clearly they don't have shit now. Cammie wasn't having it. I nod my head. That's it cousin. Work your fucking magic.

"Trey is in Miami."

"You want me to fucking go to Miami? He not even in Miami. He is in LA."

"What?"

August sighs. "I'll go talk to him."

"He is in LA?"

"He was flying to LA... hold on." We wait very impatiently for a few seconds. "Oh my bad. He in Atlanta. Aight."

Cammie doesn't say nothing. "Whatever. I stopped caring where he was a few seconds ago. You know where the fuck he at."

"Aight, Cammie."

"Hang up." She snaps.

The line goes silent. "Thanks for calling me."

"Bae, you already know I will. I hate I didn't call earlier. So Trey bouncing around the country and y'all not talking?"

"I can't fucking believe it's over some simple shit like this. A fucking song about me turning him down. There's no fucking way."

I frown. "You turning him down? Not the one about the girl having a side dude?"

She laughs. "Come on. If I fucking cheat on Trey it would not be with someone who couldn't keep their mouth to themselves. That's the problem now. Niggas like that would make me their fucking trophy. I hit it too. Hell no. If this fucking marriage don't work I'm dating far out of the celebrity circle. Fuck that. Cheat on him with a damn social worker or brick Mason."

"You so stupid."

"Here get your baby." April snaps.

Cammie laughs. "He not even crying."

"Cause I said fine here go Mommy. Smart little ass stopped crying and turned his head around the room."

"Awh, little guy."

"I'm going to go." I say.

She sighs. "Alright. I'll let your nosey ass know what happens."

"Thank you, Boo."

"Ain't that some bullshit?" Jamaal retorts. "About to ruin a marriage for what?"

"Ego." I say pushing him away from me.

 A few hours later

Trey

I peek out into the hall. It's fucking August. That's the last fucking person I want to fucking talk to right now. He holds up a bag to the peephole. I chuckle. Winning me over with food? He must have took my fucking order from the delivery guy. I open the door.

"I knew you would open it for your fucking food." He says walking in.

"Trey!" Fabuolous says walking in with him.

Smart man brought fucking backup. I dap Fab up.

"Fuck yall doing here?"

"Ran into my man, Aug. He said he was coming to holla at you. Figured I would intrude as well. Heard you punched oh boy." Fab says making himself comfortable on the couch.

August puts the food down then looks from me to Fab. "Who?"

"Brown." Fab says looking in the bag.

"Bruh." I snap snatching the bag.

August sits down. "Shit, I need to start talking to niggas more. What the fuck for?"

Fab chuckles. "Cause he pissy ass petty Trey."

"Fuck you." I say.

"Well, aye, I wanted to clear these fucking rumors and shit. Figured it was time to put an end to the bullshit."

Fab turns to him. "Rumors?"

Fucking rumors. Nigga who the fuck sent you here? Ain't no fucking way you gonna come to my fucking hotel room to talk about shit that has been going on for weeks. You could have fucking came to me days ago bitch. Fuck him. I'm back to acting like this shit don't fucking faze me. I shrug one shoulder.

"I'm in a shitty mood. Entertain me." I say.

"Yeah, some superfan want to paint a picture that me and Cammie had a relationship. Still got one. I don't see how a song about getting rejected means we fucking."

Fab looks at me then August. "Trey Cammie?"

"Yeah."

"Fuck out of here bruh." Fab shrugs. "Ain't even no point bringing shit like that up. Nigga ain't bout to believe in no fucking rumors like that."

"Exactly." I say.

August shrugs. "I just wanted to make sure ain't no shit between us. I wouldn't break your family up like that bruh. Not over no damn rumor either."

I guess we all just shrugging it off. I shrug again. "Yeah. So how the fuck you knew where I was?"

"Forrest."

"Aye, where my nigga at? He here?"

I shake my head. "I don't fucking know."

Fab stares at me. Nigga probably reading right through my bullshit. "So what got you on the wrong side of the bed?"

"Shit really."

"Aye, since you depressed let me get that food." August says reaching.

I pull the bag back. "For real though. My son losing weight and they don't know why. I'm not there. Don't really want to go deal with it. You know just don't want to hear bad news."

Fab nods. "Damn, Caden?"

"Hell yeah."

"Well you don't need my shit." August says standing up. "I'm out. I got to head to fucking Cali."

"LA?" Fab asks.

August shakes his head. "Naw, fucking Sacramento."

Fab nods. "I got to fucking be in Vegas tomorrow. I'm fucking stalling."

"Vegas sounds fun." I say.

"Aye, let's go then bruh." Fab says reaching across the table. "Old times sake."

"Fuck yeah." I say dapping him up.

 Chris

I look at the phone before answering. Didn't fucking want to answer the shit for Trey. It's Cammie though. I answer it. Haven't talked to her in a few days.

"You." I say.

"Why did you and Trey fight?" She asks.

I roll my eyes. "If I knew you called to talk about that bitch I wouldn't have answered."

"Y'all are on some other shit."

"Aye, that's your man."

She sucks her teeth. "It's you too. I'm just worried about him Chris. You aren't? It seems like he is falling out with everyone one by one. April, Forrest, fucking Buggzi."

"What he do to Buggzi?"

"Doesn't want him around. Spazzed out on him."

"So what do you want me to do? I feel like you want me to do some shit."

She exhales. "Christopher, I want someone else to fucking worrying about my fucking husband's mental wellbeing right now. He pushed me and everybody else away. He not calling to check on his kids. You know that's not him Chris. I would go pop up in whatever city he in but I'm trying to figure out why my child is losing weight."

I sigh. Damn. "Yeah, I heard about that."

"Chris, I need you to care for me. Would you do that?"

I tilt my head to the side. This fucking shit fucking gets to me man. Once again I have to go to this nigga and pet his ass up. I hate this bullshit. This bitch fucking hit me for talking shit that I always talk. But I have to think about his kids.

"I can try."

"I think that he is going to Vegas with Fab."

I look at the time. "And how you know this?"

"I'm a woman. My fucking detective skills. He posted a picture... Fab posted a picture. He was in the bathroom of the hotel that Trey likes to stay in when he's in Chicago alone. Predictable. Don’t know why they in Chicago. Anyway then Fab was tagged in a party flyer that Trey liked. Club in Vegas tomorrow night."

"Damn, woman."

She chuckles. "Anyway, Chris. Thank you."

I inhale. "Yeah. How you know I don't got shit to do?"

"My mistress already let me know." She chuckles. "Thank you, bye."

"Yeah."

I go to Fab's Instagram. Sure enough everything she said was there. I look at the flyer. It said that it was a two day event. I'll go on the fucking second day. I don't feel like dealing with Trey's shit right now.

[mikkock]

HELLO I ADORE YOUR OCS SO MUCH WILL YOU TELL ME ABOUT KAI HE LOOKS LIKE A TOTAL "YOUR DAUGHTER CALLS ME DADDY TOO" DOUCHEBAG AND I FUCKING LOVE HIM AND WANNA KNOW MORE ABOUT HIM

LBLMVBGK THANK U OMG love it when ppl like my kids, im a proud dad rn

ALSO wrow congrats on ur on point analysis, cause, that’s the Essence Of His Being (fun fact since i got two characters who go by the name of kai -cause fuck that basic writing tip that says ‘dont have two characters named the same thing- i usually refer to him as The Bad Kai cuz he a bad bitch)

so lets unwrap that dude shall we uwu 

SO this dude was created when i realised my story didnt have antagonists so i made a bunch of Bad People and then they all became good people after i started giving them more personnality somehow eXCEPt him for some reason, the only survivor of the “everyone will be baby” plague, the only rude bitch in this house, the only guy who’s still on the dark grey side of morally grey...but tbh im in love with him cause he’s an asshole and im an idiot so like.

His base concept was basically something along the lines of “fuckboy but make it Couture”, like douchebag indeed But Gotta Be Fancy at being one, gotta add a pinch of Sneaky Bitch in the pot. His aesthetic is Chillin, gettin in ur pants, then moving on for some more chillin and more pants. So if you’re into some funky sexy time with no pressure and no ties, ya gon get along, your goals meet, time to have fun.

All that is supported by his charisma, cause unless ya got some nasty history, he’ll just look like that charming bad-boy “oho hot dude with a dangerous but not agressive” vibed person, and he’s quite a sweet-talker. He’s probs not only the ‘your daughter calls me daddy’ kind but also ‘and so will YOU, i’m scoring with the whole family and you wont stop me (and you wont WANT to stop me)’ 

He got that handsome ppl priviledge ya feel

but also, he wouldnt be a rude guy if he was just the ‘i enjoy chill frick-fracking and im just so sexy that no one can say no to that booty’ guy

Dude got quiiite some spite-fueled ego and Does Not Take losing well, and will not, in fact, let himself lose on any objective he has, and when that objective is A Person, he gets ugly. Being good at sweet talking also means being good at small stuff like “not saying exactly the truth always when it would be more beneficial not to”, “deliberately using euphemistic, ambiguous or obscure language so to mask wrong doings and technically saying the truth but in such a way that it becomes completely masked by a thick fog of bullshit”, and “use words and behaviour in general to influence others unscrupulously so to get something in return”. Even a little “playing with their perception in order to make them doubt in their thoughts and selves”. In short dude got no qualms about using all the tools of manipulation available if it means that he comes on top (or on bottom if the goal was getting an assful eeeeeey we’re masters of comedy here) It tends to be all for short term results tho, so not much your ‘boyfriend who convinces you you’re nothing without him” and more of a “you thought you were dating but only you were thinking that as he always kept it just vague enough to have you not official yet convinced of his and now you���re blaming yourself for believing you were together”

master of getting ass, also master of Ugly Ass Breakups, and master of suddenly dissapearing from your life so hard that you wonder if it was just your imagination all along (he got ugly past with a bunch of other ocs especially he’s ex boyfriend with two that are now together cause i dig that sort of drama the sAME dUDe gave u the trust issues that held u from going full lovey dovey ? i fucking lIVE off that kinda shit wait until he pops back like ‘oho hello fancy seeing YOU TWO here my two fave exes together incredible what a small world”)

Though I have to rework on all that cause that backstory is oLD AS SHIT (like prolly i built it in what, 2016? ew ugly) I had that stem from some sort of neglect-fueled inferiority complex. I had given him a kinda cold family with a bunch of siblings who got Way More Nurtured due to their respective talents and achievements, having him left behind and feeling like he got nothing. SO that’s basically the explanation as of today but i dont like iiiiit anymooooore so I’ll have to work on it to make it something i dig, cause idk, bitch feels flat so far.

BUT i do intend on keeping the whole concept of ~Loneliness~, and of him working alone and quite hard for anything he gets. And the general need of proving himself that had come from the WIP backstory. I don’t exactly see him as an overachiever at all, but definitly as an obstinate and persevering hardworking guy, because “Look YALL I WAS aBLE TO DO THIS YALL THOUGHT I COULDNT HUH YALL LOOK DOWN ON ME well fuck u cause idc im better than u now also ur mum’s into bondage i kno from experience bye”. So tbh pair up with him for group projects, you’ll be sure his share of the work will be done (but also if you dont do yours then he’s probably going to be a bITCh about it, no remorse in leaving blank slides in the middle of the powerpoint and then loudly proclaiming ‘OH RIGHT This was supposed to be Kevin’s part but I suppose he never sent it to me, despite the numerous reminders i sent him, no big deal, no hard feelings, its ok sweetie we all sometimes feel too lazy i forgive u :)” )

Also he’d be Chill to hang out with for like, parties, nights out at the bar, that kinda shit. He definetly has some beans to spill about quite some people, he gathers the goss as he gathers lovers (i was gonna end that in “as he spreads legs” but it sounded too PG-18 for this good Well Behaved family friendly blog) and Will Not stay tight lipped, and Will be a bitch when trashtalking people, and It Will Be Entertaining as it always is when you’re hearing about crazy exes and you’ve had some beers. 

Now trivia that idk where else to write cause idk i stupid or more like disorganised :

- he digs red ale beer like if ya wanna win him over with the appropriate alcohol offer there u go

- he’s a fake blonde (cause my hobby is painting regrowth roots on hair)

- his design is a mixture of those 3dgy denim boys u see on pinterest and the specific brand of fuckboys that are french-L-section-chic-grunge-hipster-fuckboys (L section is like a branch of highschool)(that word combo is a so specific kinda guy)(its kinda like a softboi but more arrogant but in a lowkey way)(also they rich)(but he’s not rich so guess that should make him Less Arrogant)

-im constantly dead afraid of giving him more characteristics and story or whatveer cause he’s the only meanie i got left and i do Not want him to stop being an asshole but everytime i develop a character they end up nice or redeemed or whatever and i wanna keep him a bitch so i neglect him (just like his parents in his 2016 version wow)

he smokes (prolly started quite early to Be Kool and now relies on it for stress relief)

he’s outspoken and extraverted and prolly the guy who had a lot to say when you were doing debates in class (there’s always that person who has a Lot to argument about)(its him) but outside of a Set and Defined debate structure he probably doesnt give his mind voraciously 

he’s a law student and despite saying he’s the one bad guy left he probably wont be a corrupt lawyer or judge or whatever like come on he will do his job properly he worked hARD FOR THIS justice may be served

he’s not the kind to openly hate or even dislike anyone cause what’s the point of wasting your energy on that? its much funnier to him to be obnoxiously Neutral with someone and basically ignore them but still strike them with some Spikes of passive-agressive comments, let them be Mad at your calmness

he’s 177cm tall (that’s like 5.8 according to google)

honestly if you’re bros with him he’s fun to be with the being a jerk is completly coincidental 

he probably ranks high in the list of “those criminals who steal big lighters from their friends” 

i think at a point his design had tattoos but i forgot the designs of those so now he doesnt anymore

a dog person

i think ive run out of facts (or my brain dead) so im leavin with a shirtless pic cause my hobby is drawing tits

in short, charming asshole who can get ugly, secretly feels lonely and small, works hard for himself, better have him as a friend than as a foe though probably not the most frontally agressive enemy, and also, your booty, hand it over.

#people probably excuse his naughty behaviour bc of his looks and that's the fact

[istheresomebodywhocanimagine]

The Call (PT. 3)

When you catch your boyfriend, Roger Taylor, cheating, you turn to the first person you can think of for solace - Brian May, your best friend of several years. However, you aren’t the only person with the same idea, and soon everything you were hoping to avoid comes knocking at the door.

Read PT. 1 here

Read PT. 2 here

(a/n: this is IT yall ok i loved this little series but writing this made me BIG SAD hope u like it ahhhh)

This wasn’t supposed to be how your night had turned out. You were supposed to watch a movie with Brian, possibly snog a bit, generally forget about Roger for a while. Maybe you’d even sleep over, and then spend the next day together too. Or, he’d take you back to yours after the movies were over, and then you’d invite him in and let him sleep over there.

The opportunities were countless, but instead, here you were, standing between your ex and his best friend, whose boxers you were currently wearing.

“What in the fuck?” Roger sputtered out, unable to comprehend the situation as he stood in the doorway, barely moving. Your heart began to race and you felt your chest tightening, which made you panic and caused your breathing to go all sorts of wonky. This is why you hadn’t wanted to see Roger earlier this morning. You knew that the moment he’d show his face, you would crumble.

God, and he looked so hurt. The betrayal lining his features almost made tears come to your eyes as you stared at him in shock. It was almost enough to make you forget why you’d been here in the first place. Almost.

“Y/N, you alright?” Brian asked, worry lacing his voice as he moved his hands to your shoulders when you turned to face him. The terrified look on your face must have said it all, and he nodded once before ushering you back to the living room, leaving the door open for Roger to do whatever he wanted. Although you wished he would have slammed it in his face, you had more things to worry about at the moment, like not hyperventilating until you passed out. “It’s okay, love, calm down, deep breaths,” Brian coached gently as he sat you down on the couch, his knee pressed against yours.

You nodded, although the room was still spinning, and you squeezed your eyes shut as you grabbed for his hand, or really anything you could get a hold on. Taking your hand and carefully lacing your fingers into his, he kept talking you through your panicked state, and only paused when your heart rate began to slow down. Looking up, he saw Roger standing in the doorway to his living room, looking completely out of his element.

Eyes narrowing, Brian gave him a scathing look before looking back to you. You slowly opened your eyes to see him watching you closely, Roger behind you and out of your line of sight. Still, you could tell by the twitch under Brian’s eye that he was irritated, and you could feel Roger’s heavy presence in the room imposing on you.

“Mind explaining why you’ve got his briefs on?” Roger finally demanded, your vision flashing red as your panic quickly turned to sheer, unmitigated anger at the sound of his voice.

“How fucking dare you!” you screamed, standing up and whirling around to face him. He jumped at the sudden lashing out, on the defensive as you stormed towards him and pushed him back towards the hallway with a fervor he’d never seen out of you before, not once. “How fucking dare you ask me to explain what the fuck I’m doing, Roger! What the fuck are you doing? Why are you here? I don’t want to see your stupid face right now, or ever!”

“That’s rich,” Roger sneered, still somewhat on the defensive as you shook slightly with the anger coursing through your veins. “You’re fucking standing there in my mate’s boxers, and you think I’m the one who has to explain. I ought to fucking tell everyone about the both of you.”

“He lent me his clothes, Roger, is that okay with you?” you asked sarcastically, your voice spiking far above inside levels. “Didn’t know I needed to check with my ex before I stayed over at my friend’s and borrowed his clothes because I’m fucking heartbroken and needed some company.”

“Ex?” Roger nearly choked, pretending to be surprised. “Funny, I don’t remember ever having this conversation where I suddenly became your ex. I just remember showing up to my flat to see my shit outside the door. Oh, and then showing up to my friend’s house to talk to him only to find my fucking girlfriend prancing around in his britches like a little fucking princess.”

“Ex!” you corrected, your stare unwavering as you nearly spit venom with each word. “Ex, Roger, EX! We are not together anymore, you’ve lost your chance, you fucking prick! Get that through your thick skull!”

“Y/N, he’s not worth this,” Brian started, raising to his feet and coming over to gently tug on your arm. You shrugged his hand off though, far beyond consolation at this point.

“Oh, fuck right off, Bri, I’ve already heard more than enough out of you,” Roger hissed, pointing a finger accusingly, but you pushed his hand right back down and instead pressed a finger into his chest. He looked down at your finger, shocked at how aggressive you were getting at the moment. You’d never even laid a hand on him in that way, not even jokingly, and now you were shoving him and blocking his movements. His fiery temper was only stoked by these fierce gestures, so he couldn’t help but get testy. “What the fuck has gotten into you, Y/N? What’s your problem?”

“You, Roger, you are my fucking problem!” you yelled, your voice cracking a bit as you prodded your finger into his chest, pointing at him repeatedly. “You stroll in here all high and mighty and act like you didn’t just go shag half of England these past few months! I’m so sick and fucking tired of acting like everything is okay, Roger! It’s not, it hasn’t been for a long time, and you fucking know it! Three months of hell for me, and you have the audacity to come in here and act like I’m the issue!”

Roger didn’t know why he kept going, but his mouth was faster than his brain, so he immediately fired back. “That’s real fucking ballsy of you, Y/N, accusing me of cheating without any proof. I love you, why in the fuck would I do that?”

“Any proof? You love me?” you spit back, curling up your finger as you stared at him incredulously. “Roger, I’m not fucking blind, I saw the tabloids today. How was Maggie, yeah?”

“You knew her?” he asked, a venomous bite to his voice. “You fucking set me up, you’re mental, Y/N, truly!”

“See, Brian, this is exactly what I was talking about!” you cried out, exasperated as you dropped your finger from his chest and instead crossed your arms. “I knew he’d find a way to turn it on me, like I’m the crazy slag who waited up every night for him to come home smelling like another girl, for his clothes to go missing, to sit by and pretend not to notice all the secret phone calls! I’m fucking mental for standing by his side and supporting him as he went and stuck his tiny little dick in anything that was moving in a 50 foot radius, I’m mental for telling him I loved him despite all the times he blew me off with a poor excuse, while he got his fucking rocks off. Yeah, fuck me, I guess, for setting him up to see if he’d really cheat on me with my old roommate! I’m the crazy bitch!” With your last sentence, your voice cracked again and you finally began crying hot tears of anger, but you didn’t look away from Roger, wanting him to see what he’d done to you. This was his doing, not yours. All his.

He was finally silent, your tears practically putting a muzzle on him as he stood there with a stony expression, not willing to show so much emotion. Especially in front of Brian, who was standing dutifully behind you.

It was like a horrible fever dream to Roger, the love of his life in front of him, but no longer his. It was so confusing. You were just out of his grasp, beyond his reach. Now you were in Brian’s reach, and Brian looked upon Roger with a sort of disdain he’d seen several times before from Brian, but never something so horribly disparaging. His own best friend, now at your side instead of him. And it took him a moment to realize, but every single time he’d seen Brian look down his nose upon him like that was when he’d caught Roger wavering in his loyalty. Every time he’d seen him entertain a groupie, every time he’d seen him steal a flirty glance at a girl across the bar, that same chilly look. But now it was different. Now Brian really had reason to give him that lofty stare, the one that said ‘You’re throwing it all away.’ And it wasn’t a stare of hatred or dislike, it was a stare of frustration. He wanted his friend to be better. This wasn’t a situation he prayed for.

“Don’t look at me like that, Brian,” Roger warned, his voice not matching his words as it shook and trembled. “You’re supposed to be my best friend, best friends don’t stare at you like you’re the scum of the Earth.”

Brian shook his head, stepping between you and Roger as he nodded towards the door. “We’ll talk about this some other time. I think you should go.”

You sat down on the couch again and began to weep quietly, your shoulders shaking as Roger watched you. It was like watching a flower wilt and die, and it made his head spin as he realized that he’d really done it. This was his fault, and he’d lost you completely. It was over.

“Fuck,” Roger whispered, and his lip trembled as he tried to hold back his tears as he backed up towards the door, Brian standing with his arms crossed as he supervised. Roger barely felt the doorknob under his hand as he opened the door, exiting like he was in a trance. As soon as the door clicked shut, Brian calmly walked to it and locked it, even though Roger still stood directly outside, just staring at the faded numbers painted on the door. It hurt, but he couldn’t look away. It was just like watching a train wreck.

It was like watching a love blossom, a new love. 

Sure, it was born out of poor soil, but it blossomed nonetheless, and Roger was forced to the position of observer as you became Brian’s one and only. Brian never wavered, never let his eyes roam. You were his rock, and he was yours. Trust, fidelity, balance, affection. It was all there. All of it. Everything Roger had failed to give you.

The relationship between Roger and Brian remained agreeable. But there was always a clear sense of power there after that day, Brian’s upper hand always looming over Roger’s head and casting a shadow on the rest of his life. And it wasn’t Brian forcing this upon him. The rut that Roger dug himself into, he never seemed to be able to climb out of. He kept himself wallowing in his pain, so he’d be reminded every day why your eyes always averted when he came into view, why your greeting was always a quick wave, and your goodbye also a wave.

He wasn’t there for your wedding. In fact, you didn’t actually have a wedding. You went and got married in private, and you didn’t have a reception. Freddie said it was because you didn’t have enough time to plan with Brian on tour all the time.

Roger knew it was because of him. Because Brian couldn’t have his friend stand up there beside him at the altar, when that friend was the same man who’d practically destroyed his now-wife. He couldn’t just invite the others, either, because that would destroy the amicable relationship they’d worked so hard to maintain for the music.

But it was supposed to be Roger’s kids that you had eventually, not his. Roger was supposed to be Dad, and Brian was supposed to be Uncle Brian. It was so mixed up to him, so wrong, when you finally had your first kid with Brian. This was not how Roger had planned things. He was supposed to be the one on the altar with you. He was supposed to be the father of your kids. He was supposed to be the one by your side for the rest of your life, not him.

Freddie was named the godfather of your child, and Roger was there for the baptism. He watched in complete silence as you and Brian celebrated the new life of your child. You pretended like you were okay with him being there, but it was clear you weren’t.

Even years later, Roger was still the rain on your parade. But rain helps flowers grow, and that was alright with him, he supposed.

PT. 1 PT. 2

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[dailysarina]

The Sarina Project

Guess what’s back....... back again........... this fanfic’s back......... tell your friends....... no rlly plz do I want people to read this lololol. Ok I’m literally soooooo excited for y’all to see this chapter I literally cried and died like a bajillion million times while writing it it’s just...so.... AAAAAAAAAAAAAA 😭😭😭😭 I’m crying as I write this author’s note I just really hope you enjoy this as much as I did asdfgoudsifojoijckdoprojcdockxpc THE SARINA PROJECT Chapter 46:

“Where is she???” I whine like the child I am as I check my pink Hello Kitty watch I got from McDonald’s and see the time. 2:45. TWO. FORTY. FIVE. Sarah was supposed to be at my house to work on this project at 2:00 PRECISELY and now she is not here. She’s literally the most un-dependable person I know (A/N: I couldn’t find a good word so I made one up xD I’m such a creative genius). “We’re literally gonna fail this project!” I whine, popping the p, as the time changes to 2:46. Right then the doorbell immediately rang so suddenly I nearly fell of my bed. OMG. Is she actually here? Nononononono this is bad we can’t work on this project together! Ugh now I have to go answer the doorbell because I’m a nice person, and nice people do those kinds of things. I wiped the tears from my eyes and stomped to the front door, but my feet didn’t make that much of an angry sound because I was wearing my pink and purple bunny slippers. I bought them at Justice because I thought they were cute. I do NOT think they’re cute right now. “Hey,” Sarah said, popping the p. As I opened the door, I saw her tattooed arm leaning against the doorframe. Ew did she actually pose herself to look cool for when I came? How self centered can you be? “Come in,” I said, pouting so she’d definitely know how upset I was at how late she was. I am sooooo excited to experience hours of her telling me how gross my aesthetic is. NOT. That was sarcasms, obviously. Her aesthetic is much grossed than mind. “So what’s this project even about,” she says, and I roll my shit-colored eyes way to the back of my skull to show her my exasperation. (A/N: I felt like this phrase really captured Karina’s inner self loathing because who would actually say their eyes look like poop, and I say poop because I don’t swear hehe) “We have to create a satirical image,” I spit at her. “If you paid attention in class you would KNOW that.” Ooh that last burn was good. “Maybe I don’t pay attention to the teacher in class because I’m paying attention to you.” Wot. WAT. “Uhhhhh,” I don’t really know what to say because no one has ever said anything like that to me before! The girl with the pink streak in her hair suddenly starts walking toward me, and I can’t help but peer deeply into her orbs that seems to resemble the love child of the sky and the ocean. “I need to say something,” she whispers into my ear, “but I’m punk and having emotions is not cool when you’re punk so I’m gonna say it through emo songs.” I nod, completely understanding what she said. Sometimes songs are the ONLY thing that captures how I’m TRULY feeling 😭. “Karina, you’re outfits are disgusting. I hate the color pink. But....... before I met you..... I was “Boulevard of Broken Dreams” by Green Day. And now that I know you....... I feel........ like........ “The Only Exception”............by..................................Paramore,” she confessed, popping the p in a sultry manner. I gasped and immediately started crying. This is NOT how I expected this day to go! “Can’t we just *sniffle* work on the *sniffle*........*sniffle* p-project?!”” I say through sniffles. “NO” Sarah screams, slamming her fists on my table and knocking a scented candle off of it. I scream in response, but then something about her “Sonic the Hedgehog”-esque balls of sight make me stop. Suddenly with the speed of light and a cheetah and all the other fast animals put together I realize why I’ve been so scared to talk to her all this time I’ve known her.,...... which has been only one (1) weak. It’s NOT because she pushed me to the ground the first day of school. It is N O T because the color black scares me and she’s always wearing it. And it is DEFINITELY N.      O.      T.   Because she has tattoos and she’snoteven18whichmeansshedidsomeillegalactivityatonepointandwhoknowswhatelseshemighthavedonethatwasagainstthelawIcan’thavethatkindofinfluenceonmeeee! It. Is. Because....... “I.... love you,” I say, and Sarah turns around from her brooding so fast I thought she would snap her neck and drop dead on the floor right there. WHOA WHERE DID THAT COME FROM I DID NOT MEAN TO SAY THAT THAT SHOULD HAVE BEEN IN MY HEAD. Oh noooooo she’s gonna think I’m weird nowwwwwww. But instead of throwing some weird punk insult at me... she launched herself across the room and violently squeezed my face, drawing my lips to hers. Suddenly the black lipstick and all the other makeup that was also shades of black on her face brought me no fear. I can’t believe this is actually happening to me! This is NOT the kind of thing o usually do on Saturday afternoons. I usually prefer painting my nails pink and watching old Disney movies or reenacting The Wizard of Oz alone in my room. I grab one of the million chains on her leather belt, which I hate because I am vegan, and pull her really really really close to me before she pushes me away by my shoulders and starts stomping into my room. OH MY GOD NO MY ROOM IS SO EMBARRASSINGGGG! I become the Flash as I zip through my house to stop her from seeing how EMBARRASSING my room is. But it’s too LATE. She’s just sitting calmly on my pink and white flowery duvet, examining on of the 76 Dan and Phil plushies I have. “Don’t we, like, have a project to do?” She pops the stupid p again as the asks me this. I violently nod because my grades really matter to me. “Well................ Let’s get to work.......” ... WERK! Hehehe I love Hamilton. But DO YALL SEE WHAT I MEAN BY HOW I WAS L I T E R A L L Y CRYING WHEN I WROTE THIS??? It’s just... ugh... so beautiful *sniff sniff* Anyway, I was also crying while writing this because I was getting a lot of hate about this fanfic which I specifically asked y’all NOT to do when I first started all this. Y’all know I’m a first time writer and don’t really know what I’m doing but I keep getting comments saying “this is not what Sarah and Karina are like at all” or “this is really creepy why are you writing about two grown women in such a sexual way” “seriously pls stop using the phrase ‘popping the p’” and it’s just SO ANNOYING. I feel the need to respond to this by saying that this is MY story and I can do what I want with it! I’m not the only person doing things like this, and anyway our internet mothers have told us they don’t kind the shipping, and you know what that means ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°). I just want to thank any of the LOYAL followers to keep giving me compliments and know what I’m doing is not trespassing anyone’s privacy ^-^. Dailysarina would never hurt the Internet Mothers™️. Peace! ✌️