#you heard it here first. skinny jeans are of the devil

[zeebtrolls]

Are there any fashion looks or trends that read to u as total no his Tiffey? Like smthn u wld never wear no matter how popular

“You will never catch me in a pair of skinny jeans! Something about them is like… totally the creation of like, a demon or something. Oh, that and like. those big red clown shoes. Absolutely not.”

(ik this is one million years late, im so sorry 😭🙏)

#tiffey #fantroll #homestuck oc #tiffey asks #you heard it here first. skinny jeans are of the devil

[born-to-lose]

Devil's Bells snippet #2

Liz & Jack meeting Phil for the first time

"Do you remember where the venue was when we drove by?" Liz asked Jack, laughing awkwardly as they climbed out of the van after finally finding a parking lot that wasn't packed already. Well, it was Paris, what did they expect?

"We gotta walk past this metro station right there of which I can't pronounce the name and then uh…" he tried to explain, but his confidence faded quickly. "I'm sure we'll find it. Eventually."

She raised an eyebrow but decided to follow the way he had just described and see where they were going. They arrived in the city early enough to have time to figure out where they needed to go before the show would start.

Walking past the metro station, they heard a young man's voice calling after them, accompanied by the sound of metal rings on the handrail of the stairs. "Salut ! J'adore vos tenues !" ("Hey! I love your outfits!")

The two stopped walking and warily turned around, spotting a tall and lanky guy with long wavy strawberry blonde hair, an earring, a half unbuttoned shirt, a black studded leather jacket, skinny jeans and sneakers scurrying upstairs. They had already seen some shady people in this city and didn't know what he wanted - at least Jack.

He wanted to open his mouth to say something along the lines of 'We don't speak French', but then Liz scraped together what she had studied at school and replied with a slight accent, "Merci ! Tu vas au concert de H.E.A.T aussi ?" ("Thanks! Are you also going to the H.E.A.T concert?")

"Oui, oui ! Vous n'êtes pas d'ici ?" ("Yeah, yeah! You're not from here?")

"Non, nous sommes… euh, je suis allemande, il est anglais. Mon français n'est pas super," she chuckled. ("No, we're… uh, I'm German, he's English. My French isn't great.")

Actually, her French was pretty good, but she was too lazy to make use of that more often than necessary if the alternative was simply switching to English, especially considering how fast French people spoke when they knew you understood their language but were a foreigner.

Jack watched in confusion as they talked without him understanding anything. He was relieved when they finally spoke English and the other guy came closer to them. "By the way, I'm Liz and this is Jack. What's your name?"

"Blaze. Phil Blaze," he answered in a low voice, taking a drag of his cigarette, before adding in a lighthearted manner, "Actually it's Philippe, but call me Phil, makes me sound less French."

"Your accent still gives it away," Jack joked and Phil shoved him in response, laughing "Buddy, that's about the best you get here."

The three of them hit it off right away. How often do you meet someone you can immediately joke around with like this? And in a foreign country at that.

As Liz and Jack didn't move and frankly looked kind of lost, he said, "I'm assuming you haven't been here before? I know the way to the venue, let's go!"

Making their way there together, they chatted enthusiastically about bands they listened to, bands who had influenced them, and concerts they had attended.

"What was the first album you bought?" Phil asked. "Mine was Van Halen's 1984, Hot for Teacher made me pick up the drums. Needless to say, it took me a while until I could play that song well enough."

Taking a pause to think, Jack replied, "Bella Donna by Stevie Nicks. I grew up on Fleetwood Mac's music and she was one of my first childhood crushes. Though I didn't actually buy it, I found it in a box with things to give away on someone's doorstep."

"Oh yes, she and Joan Jett were my bi awakening," Liz agreed before immediately adding with a contrived hair flip, "For me, Lizzy Borden's Visual Lies! I'm built differently I guess. Just kidding, I usually asked for CDs for my birthdays and Christmas so I owned a lot more before I started buying them myself."

"Can I ask you something?" After receiving a nod from her, Phil continued. "Is Liz your real name or did you take it from Lizzy Borden?"

She laughed, "You got me there! I'm not gonna give you guys my legal name though, it's not nearly as cool as my stage name, quite German."

Not too much later, they spotted a horde of glam rockers waiting outside what they were pretty certain was the venue. The doors were still closed so they had to wait a little longer, but even the way here hadn't seemed lengthy with their new friend and the last couple of minutes until they got in weren't going to be filled with silence either.

"Is this your first time seeing H.E.A.T?"

"Yeah, I love them and I've wanted to see them for a while, but bands always leave out all the other cities than Paris on their 'European tours', so now that I moved closer to Paris I finally get the chance," Phil told them excitedly before taking on a more frustrated tone. "Also to find some new musician friends because my old band just broke up three weeks ago and practicing drums isn't the same when you're just doing it for yourself. I've been playing almost non-stop in bands for about… five, six years now. Are you musicians?"

"Yeah! I mean, Jack plays bass, I sing and am a mediocre guitar player," Liz answered, mildly embarrassed, because despite all their desperate attempts, neither she nor Jack had been in a band before and Phil seemed like a professional.

"Hold up, do you guys have a band?" he asked full of hope.

"Well…" Jack started, glancing at Liz. "We would have one with you, and with a proper guitarist, so if you don't have any other plans…?"

"Fucking count me in!"

Just as they enthusiastically welcomed their new bandmate with a handshake and a pat on the back, loudly talking about how happy they were to get one step closer to forming a real band and discussing where they might find a lead guitarist, the other guests started squashing themselves through the entrance.

The group followed the crowd into the packed club where they were greeted by purple and pink lights and the further they walked into the main room, the louder the sound of glam metal blasting from the speakers and people chatting became. The walls of the corridor were covered in memorabilia like posters and signed instruments from the bands who had played here before. Many iconic ones of those Jack and Liz recognized and got annoyed they hadn't gotten the chance to see them here.

One thing was clear before the support act even started playing: wherever they would end up on their mission to find the last band member, they were absolutely coming back for concerts in the future.

#first of all i'm begging on my knees for forgiveness that it took so long and the fact that you forgot about it makes it even worse #meeting antonio snippet coming soon! #devil's bells #mel writes #yes i kinda described the local rock bar in the last paragraph what about it i don't know shit about paris venues but let me make things up

[tieico]

Hello Sunshine,

Well, I had a new experience the other day. And I’m not sure exactly who to tell this about, so I figured I’d just post it here as this is technically a personal blogging site… Anyways!

I was at my local Publix, it’s maybe 2 miles away. 8-10 minutes away by car, depending on how bad Atlanta traffic feels like being. I had been shopping for a second, but then as my wife and I were walking to the check out, I sent her ahead with my card because I had to pee.

I should note for the sake of this story, I am a trans masculine non-binary person who was presenting masculine. (Full and properly fitting binder, mens styled T-shirt and over shirt with the sleeves rolled up, mens fitted skinny jeans, boxers and packer, and the obligatory shoes that are half a size too big because I get feet dysphoria.)

I walk maybe a line down from the one my wife was using, it was a more direct route to the bathroom, and then the weirdness started.

As I was about to reach out and grab the mens door handle when I could feel a look behind me, sure enough, it’s the cashier at my wife’s line. She isn’t checking her out, but has instead decided that the best course of action is to stare at me with a look of utter disgust. Now, I’m not unused to that. I get it a lot. People look and try to figure out what I am. People stare. People are dicks.

So I quickly change my hand over to the women’s restroom, we go to this Publix for most of our groceries and I didn’t want anyone throwing a hissy fit. So I just stuffed it down and prayed no one was in there.

Bzz bzz I was wrong.

Someone was in there, and I did not notice that someone was. But naturally I duck into the first stall I can and try and forget that I live in the south. However the lady in the stall across from mine, had noticed me. And had apparently taken great care to watch me. There was just enough of a gap in the stall that she could just make out what I looked like, and by the time I sat down she couldn’t see me. But I could see her.

I had put my headphones on and attempted to ignore everything and hope no one walked in. I was maybe halfway through a song when I heard her toilet flush, and I started to panic. I thought I had been alone, after all.

I see her wait around in her stall for a second before coming out, the reason I could see her? Because she was standing in her stall, redressed, and just staring out of her stall crack into mine. After a second, she opened the door and I heard the water run and the door open and shut.

I finished up, flushed, reassembled myself, and walked out of my stall. Only to find this very angry looking, and rather tall woman blocking the exit door, arms crossed, toes tapping.

I looked up at her, she was about a head and neck taller than my 5’6” self, and when I say I had the most dead inside look on my face, I mean it. In the split second it took me to realize that she was still in there, I had given up all hope. Either she was going to bitch at me for being amab and being in the women’s room, or she was going to bitch at me because I’m trans masc and trans people are the devil. (Big cross necklace on, and what looked like a legit fucking bible tucked under her arm, I swear.)

She took one look at me, glanced me up and down, apologized to me, being very sure to add “ma’am” at the end, and left.

And honestly, I think I’m more offended that she left? Like. You were so dead set that I was a threat, and that you could take me on in a fight or altercation. However the moment you could clock me as afab, you decide that I’m no longer a threat and that I’m probably just some fucking “confused lesbian” or even just some “confused” kid? No! I could have easily taken her in a fight, easy. Let her swing first, scream as loud as fucking possible, and take everything from her. Easy! But the moment I’m not amab, I’m no longer a threat?! Bitch!

You were the fucking threat to me in this situation, and frankly, I hope someone does the same shit to you someday because you’re tall. Like, thank you for not starting a fight, but was it really a *good* idea to corner someone who you thought was a threat in a Publix bathroom?

Then it gets better! After I washed my hands and walked out, I saw the same cashier, once again, staring me down. “I hope you and your husband have a lovely day, ma’am.” I looked this woman dead in the eyes, looked away and kept walking as I said, “The woman you checked out was my wife, and I would appreciate it if you didn’t assume her gender based on her medical condition. And if you really feel the need to be so openly transphobic at work, I’d recommend going into politics under the same political party that has made you work in your old age. Have a nice day, ma’am”

By the time I had finished my little tirade, the entire customer service staff was silent, or snorting back laughter. Same goes for the woman who this cashier had been checking out. I just looked forwards and kept walking…

Anyways! I didn’t know who to tell this too, so I decided to tell all of you.

Have a wonderful [insert time of day here]

Take your meds if you have any that need to be taken.

Remember to stretch frequently if you are binding and to inly bind for 8 hours a day.

And if you could take a sip of water or your preferred hydration method, maybe get a little snack depending on when and if you have meal plans next, that would be amazing.

You’re doing great out there sunshine, be safe and don’t get caught. <3

-Quincy, August 5th, 2022, at 3:50am

[drvrslcense]

devils roll the dice (angels roll their eyes)

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pairing: leo valdez x daughter of athena! reader

summary: you and leo are dared to skinny dip, what happens if your friends run away with your clothes?

warnings: skinny dipping (a bit of nudity), a few curses, mentions of sex (but not really?) - let me know if you see other ones!

notes: request; this takes place years after the events of hoo (toa never happened)

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Leo Valdez is seriously annoying.

The way he smiles as if everything’s okay and his anger is not something you’re feeling like waves hitting you over and over - it’s just annoying. Why can’t he just get it over with and explode in front of you, use his fire powers and all?

With a scoff, you shook your head, averting your gaze from the curly-haired boy to the campfire in front of you.

Truthfully, this event was supposed to be just the seven - Percy, Annabeth, Jason, Piper, Frank, Hazel, and Leo. Percy invited you to enjoy this night with his friends. He found you earlier by this beach, kicking sand, and muttering how much Leo Valdez just pissed you off. And he just had the audacity to invite you to an event, saying Leo won’t be here. But here he is - grinning as he was roasting a marshmallow over the fire.

“So, Leo,” Percy turned to Leo. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” he grinned.

You saw Percy look at you, smiling, like a monkey who finally grabbed the banana from the tree. "Go skinny dipping with Y/N."

"What!?" I'm sorry, but were you just dragged into something that doesn't even include you? "No. I'm not skinny dipping, especially not with him."

"Wow," Leo said, standing up. "Way to hurt my feelings, Y/N."

"Like you have one," you rolled your eyes.

"So, are you doing this or not?" Leo questioned you, already raising an arm to remove his shirt.

"No, I'm not," you crossed your arms over your chest.

"Your loss," Leo shrugged, shirtless. Your eyes scanned over his body. Realizing what you were doing, you averted your gaze from him into the campfire. "Like what you were seeing?"

You can just feel him smirking across from you. "It's not even my dare, how do I lose?"

"It's a dare and you're involved so get on with it," Percy waved his hand dismissively, smiling mischievously as he took a sip of his blue coke.

"Do they really have to be naked?" Thank the Gods for your sister, Annabeth.

"Yeah," Jason echoed. "We're all going to be scarred forever when Leo goes buck naked."

"Fine," Percy sighed in defeat. "You can keep your underwear."

They all looked at Leo expectantly, who raised his hands up. "Oh no, I'm not doing it if Y/N won't."

"It's your dare, Valdez."

"Yeah, and?"

"It's not mine."

"But Percy said I have to do it with you."

"Ugh," you huffed, standing up to remove your clothing. "I hate you."

"Well, I don't exactly like you either," Leo quipped, unbuckling his pants.

You turned around, raising your arms over your head as you removed your shirt, revealing your balconette bikini top in Victorian blue. The matching bikini was a gift from Piper on your birthday last September. This is only the first time you wore this, but under a white cropped top and denim jeans, thinking you won't have to swim as it is mid-winter in New York.

Unfortunately, Percy is a pain in the ass and dared Leo to go skinny dipping with you.

Annabeth handed you a beach towel you wrapped yourself in. Despite the camp's borders protecting you from extreme weather, the air was still chilly, and it sent a shiver down your spine as it hit you.

You turned around and saw that Leo had the matching blue and floral printed towel wrapped around his waist. "Let's just get this over with."

You walked over towards the edge where the waves meet the sun, leaving Leo to catch up to you. "So, how are we doing this?"

"You just don't think," is what you answered as you threw your towel somewhere behind you, diving into the open beach and swimming as far as you can.

As soon as the cold catches up to you, you stand up; the water reaching your chin. You saw Leo standing still at the edge, looking stunned. "What are you waiting for, you elf?"

Leo only shook his head and followed you. You waited a few moments, looking around the vast ocean, with chattering teeth and ragged breaths. In mid-December, the water current felt like icicles hitting your body over and over in different places. You couldn’t wait to get back out on the shore and sit by the fire for warmth.

You feel something tug at your ankle, pulling you deeper. As you struggled to stay afloat, you kicked whatever it was, deciding ultimately more on your own survival than the welfare of some random sea creature. But it wasn't a random sea creature. Instead, it was Leo, holding a bloody nose as he surfaced beside.

"Fuck you, Y/N," he held his nose, ducking his head a few times to stop the bleeding.

"That's what you get," you shrugged, waving your arms to keep yourself afloat.

"Ugh," Leo groaned. "CAN WE GO BACK NOW?"

"Geez," you covered your ears. "You didn't have to yell that loud."

"YES," you heard Percy yell back, his voice like waves echoing throughout the ocean.

You looked at the campfire, only that it was like a dot of orange in the distance. Your friends were like moving shadows in the distance, dimly lit by the moonlight.

"Come on," Leo started swimming back towards the shore once his nose had slowed down its bleeding. You followed him, careful not to swim too fast and make your head squeeze tighter than it already was. As you surfaced on the edge, you saw Leo yell and tried to run after Percy, who was holding your clothes. “Hey! Get back here.”

Instead of answering, Percy just laughed and ran away towards the parking lot. Leo chased after him.

You stood up, shivering as the chilly air hit you, grabbing your towel and wrapping yourself with it. Instead of running after Leo, you took a seat in front of the fire, with your arm reached out and dangerously close to the flames. Who could blame you for wanting to feel some warmth?

“You could get burned,” Leo commented, making you look at him in surprise. You thought he was with Percy grabbing his clothes, but there he stood, wearing a towel wrapped around his waist. Your eyes dangerously drift down towards his collarbone, but you shook your head, focusing your gaze on the dancing flames in front of you.

“At least I could be warm,” is what you told him as your fingers still dance dangerously close to the flames.

“Here,” Leo offered you a hand, and you stared as if it was the most disgusting thing you ever saw. To be honest, it wasn’t disgusting. You noticed his fingers were long and slender and smooth - no calluses in sight. It must be a benefit from producing flames.

“What do I do with it?”

“Hold it.”

“No.”

“Your loss,” he shrugged, taking a seat across from you.

“So, where’s Percy?” You asked him.

“Gone,” he sighed, running his fingers through his curls. “They said we should work everything out and they’ll come to fetch us in the morning.”

Unbelievable. Still, what they had done didn't surprise you. It was like them to do something like this, you should have seen it coming. Instead, the temptation for a good time blinded you.

“Go on,” you told him. “Yell at me.”

“What?” Leo said in disbelief. “What do you want me to yell at you?”

“I don’t know,” you told him, shrugging. “What were you saying about me after we met?”

“I wasn’t saying anything about you,” Leo answered defensively.

“You so were,” you rolled your eyes.

“Really?” Leo scoffed, crossing his arms. “What was I saying then?”

“That I was rude,” you answered him, sitting up straight.

“That’s true,” Leo agreed. “You were rude. And you are being rude now.”

“Well, excuse me if I was being rude,” You laughed humorlessly. “I was busy and stressed that day. I was being chased by monsters all day until Grover and Percy found me, and I was tired."

“But that doesn’t excuse you from being such a jerk at camp,” Leo argued.

“Sorry I wasn’t feeling bright and cheery as you,” you retorted. “Gosh, you were annoying.”

“You think I was annoying?” Leo asked, offended.

“You were!” You stood up, clenching the towel that was wrapped around you. “You came in all Mr. Smiley Pants, greeting me with a cheer, and then you introduced yourself and told me your life story when I’m exhausted. Gods, Leo, I just wanted to rest that day.”

“But you didn’t have to be so rude about it,” Leo stood up too, walking to stand in front of you. If he thought he was towering over you, he was not. He was only a few inches above you, not even intimidating you with his height.

“What’s rude about ‘stop, I want to rest’ when you were all there smiling and I was a bleeding mess with monster cuts on my arms?” You fumed. “Not to mention, you were telling me that time you and your beloved Festus had to stop at a gas station.”

“And what’s wrong about that?” Leo raised his arms in frustration. “Festus was hungry, and I was out of Tabasco, so we had to take a quick stop at the nearest gas station for some motor oil.”

“Okay, you were out of Tabasco sauce,” You raised your free hand in surrender. “But is that necessary for a girl to hear when she’s bleeding out?”

“Oh, would you want me to tell you the story of how my parents conceived me?” Leo retorted. “Because I’ll gladly tell you! My mommy and my daddy-.”

“I want you to stop!” You yelled at him, getting so dangerously close to his face. Leo seriously frustrated you to no end. He can’t just keep his mouth shut. “I want you to stop talking for a long time. Maybe then, I could work everything out by myself and leave you here.”

“And what?” Leo taunted. “Face the woods alone? Ooh, too bad, Y/N, you could get killed.”

“I’ll gladly take that chance,” you said through gritted teeth. “Than be here with you.”

“Wow,” Leo feigned hurt, putting a hand above his heart. “Another girl who’d rather be killed than be with me. Only this time, I didn’t ask her out.”

“What, do you want me to ask you out?” The words that rolled out of your mouth surprised you more than they did to Leo, who looked at you with wide eyes. You felt your heart pounding in your chest, unable to think of anything to follow up on your previous statement.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think that you actually like me,” Leo said slowly, a lopsided grin forming on his face as he crossed his arms.

“Please,” you shivered as a strong chilly wind came, knocking you off of your stern demeanor. Leo grinned at this, knowing he had the upper hand in the situation as he didn’t once shiver from the cold. “You don’t know any better than a coked-up 2-year-old.”

“Oh, really?” Leo’s eyebrow shot up as if what you said was a challenge to him. “I know you’re cold right now.”

“Of course, it’s mid-December,” You threw your free hand in the air, turning back around to sit in front of the fire again. All this arguing with Leo has put you away from the campfire and near to the ocean, as you could feel the cold rushing winds more than the warmth of the fire. “It should be cold.”

“Way to point that out, you genius,” Leo followed you as you sat, taking a seat beside you. It was far enough so that your hands wouldn’t reach him in case you wanted to strangle him, but near enough in case you burned your hand and he had to help you.

You were still shivering even as you sat in silence in front of the fire. Leo was probably not helping the case as he kept getting awed by his own breath forming smoke in front of him.

“Could you please stop?” You said through shaky breaths.

“Here, take my hand,” Leo once again offered his hand. “Come on, I won’t bite. Can’t you feel the warmth radiating off of me?”

Out of options for warmth, you hesitantly reached out, your hand hovering above his, trying to feel any sort of warmth. Then you felt it. That rush of slight heat entered your skin and buried itself there. It felt much like holding a warm cup on a chilly day,

You took his hand, gripping it just to feel any warmth. It must have been a pretty uncomfortable position as both of your hands were stretched out, but you didn’t care as you could feel something other than the cold air around you.

You closed your eyes for a moment, trying so hard not to think about the fact that you were mad at him earlier and now you were holding his hand for warmth. You felt him scoot a little closer to you, as he pulled your hand a bit and felt him shift. You opened your eyes and narrowed it at him. “Sorry, my hand’s getting sore.” You sighed and just let him sit closer than the two of you intended.

You didn’t know how, but you didn’t fight the feeling of wanting to feel more warmth as you scooted closer to him - dangerously close, almost shoulder to shoulder. You let out a sigh as the warmth coming from him intensified a bit, as you laid your head above his shoulder. You didn't know why, but he didn’t make a move to push you away, not even a bit as he relaxed and laid his head on top of yours.

“Pipes, quick, grab a camera,” you heard Percy loudly whisper. It must have been morning as you hear birds chirping instead of crickets. The harsh sunlight met your hazel eyes as you opened them, making you immediately squint.

You heard a flash go off, and Piper’s voice rang out. “Oops. Sorry, my bad.”

“Whoever’s there should just get away,” you grumbled, snuggling against what’s beside you. Despite the harsh sunlight, your eyes flung open and quickly stood up, making your head spin, as you realized what - or who, for the matter - you’re snuggling. You stumbled as you clutched your head in dizziness.

“Careful there,” Jason gripped your arm, steadying you.

“What,” Leo groggily said, just waking up. “What happened?”

“We fell asleep, you idiot,” You threw a flip-flop at him. “It’s morning.”

“Oh,” Leo rubbed the spot where you hit him. “Oh, hey, guys.”

“Hey,” Percy greeted him with a smile. “Looks like you had quite a night, huh?”

“More like it,” Leo lazily smiled at you through squinting eyes.

Despite everything in you screaming to deny everything, you smiled at him. “Yeah. It was nice.”

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[deppsessed]

Good Luck Charm

Hollywood Vampire Series part I

Pairing: Johnny Depp x Reader

Summary: Your lifelong dream to meet your favourite actor, Johnny Depp has finally come true. What happens when you finally come face to face with and manage to impress him?

Feedback is much appreciated

Johnny Depp. Even thinking about his name makes my heart skip a little beat. I’ve been a fan of his for years, seen just about every single one of his movies (and know just about every word in them too). When the Hollywood Vampires had announced their latest world tour a few months back, there was no doubt about me trying to get VIP tickets, but I’d somehow managed to end up with something better. My best friend, Alex, works at the concert venue, and for my birthday, had given me an ‘access all areas’ pass for the show. Not only would I be seeing the concert, but I had full access to backstage. But the thing I was still trying to wrap my head around was the fact that I’d be meeting Johnny Depp.

I’d been thinking about it for months. What was I going to wear? What was I going to say to him? Or would I find a way to make a complete idiot of myself?

Today was going to be the day that I’d finally find out. After days of planning out my outfit, I’d decided on something a little grungy, a pair of ripped skinny jeans, a Jim Morrison t-shirt (to maybe grab Johnny’s attention), leather jacket, and a pair of Dr Martens boots. With it being a Hollywood Vampires concert, it only felt appropriate to dress up a little vampy.

“Y/N! Hey! Hi!”

It’s Alex, and she has her arms open ready to hug me.

“How do I look?” I ask once I pull back and give a little twirl to show off my outfit.

“Like you’re about to catch Johnny Depp off guard and take his breath away.” 

I snorted. “Very funny.” 

“Don’t act as if that wasn’t the answer that you were wanting!”

I have to hand it to her, she knows me well, but she has been my best friend since we were kids.

“I hardly slept last night thinking about it…”

Alex laughs and shakes her head. I know she’ll find it amusing and pretty typical of me.

“But now you’re here, I can give you the whole backstage tour. Come right this way.” 

She ushers me towards a door with the lettering “Artists and personnel only”. After a couple of minutes of walking down one corridor, it opens up to a giant concrete looking area. I’m shown places like the wardrobe room, where all of the band's clothes are already hanging up, ready for the show later. The band's green room, where there are bottles of alcohol ready to be opened. The highlight had been seeing the rack of Johnny’s guitars and better yet, the marked out dressing rooms for the band members. The pre-show buzz was starting to take hold with people running about the place in all sorts of different directions.

By the time that we’re done, it’s time to go to meet and greet. Alex escorts me back down the long concrete corridor, to the meet and greet hall. 

“Good luck! And promise you’ll tell me everything later.” 

The room is already teaming with a couple of hundred fans, all waiting for Johnny, Alice and Joe to come on through. I’m not feeling nervous, but instead, excited. The room erupts into a fit of screams as the band enters the room. My eyes instantly look onto Johnny. He’s wearing one of his usual edgy Hollywood Vampires outfits with layers of jewellery. He’s even more handsome in person. It doesn’t even bother me that I’m at the back of the line, it means more time to be able to look at, and soak up the feeling of being in the same room as him. It’s endearing watching him interact with his fans because he takes his time and indulges every single one of them. I know that when he eventually gets to me, it’s going to be worth it.

Needless to say, when I’m next (and decidedly last) in line, he’s looking a little worse for wear, as if he’s between needing a good drink, a cigarette and a nap… or maybe all three at once, somehow. I hadn’t figured out what my first words to him were going to be, but I wanted to be memorable. Not just for being the last fan. But for not fitting into all the other conversations that I’ve been overhearing him having. I’m not going to be starstruck, he’s only another person.

“You know, if you want to take a moment for yourself to smoke a cigarette or have a drink, you can. I’m not going to go screaming from the rooftops about it.” 

Right away, he’s raising an eyebrow at me, as if he’s uncertain by the invitation. 

“Honestly, it’s fine. I’ve got all day.” 

I can see the little bit of reluctance disappear from his face, and while he doesn’t take up the offer of a drink right away, he does reach into his pocket for his rolling tobacco -- despite all of the no-smoking signs around the room, nobody is going to be telling him off. 

“Do you smoke too?” He asks, offering me the packet. I shake my head and shrug my shoulders. 

“I wouldn’t put that stuff into my lungs willingly.” I can see his eyebrow-raising again, he obviously isn’t going to retaliate with anything. I let him light up his cigarette and move for the next subject change. I’ve overheard people telling him how much they love the album, and the fact that they do a mixture of original stuff and covers.

 “I love the album, you know, Heroes is my favourite cover because you get to sing…” What I haven’t heard once is the suggestion of other songs. “School’s Out is good, but Poison would sound amazing with you and Joe on guitar. I keep thinking how something by the Rolling Stones would sound cool too, like, ‘Paint it Black’ or ‘Sympathy for the Devil’, kind of feels like it would be Alice’s kind of aesthetic.” 

I’m not sure where the apparent confidence is coming from, but I’m happy to run with it, especially when Johnny seems to be visibly impressed by it. His lips pull into a grin, clearly amused by the last part of my statement and what I’m trying to get at.

“I wouldn’t be too fooled by the gothic exterior, he’s a softie, deep down.” He pauses to take a drag on his cigarette. “I’ve always wanted to do something by The Doors… A vamped up version of Light my Fire or something.” Ah, so he has spotted the t-shirt.  

“Good choice.” I’m hardly going to tell him that there are plenty other songs out there that I think they could do better, but then again, maybe he’s secretly testing me and wants me to. “Break on Through to the other side would sound even better.” 

He’s impressed, the way that his eyes light up really shows it. I can see his mouth open, ready for a response for me, when one of the band's security interjects and places a hand on his shoulder.

“Johnny, I’m sorry, but we’re already running ahead of schedule here-”

He scowls, evidently irritated at the fact he’s being told to move things along. 

“I’m sorry,” He pauses and pushes his hand through his hair. “But what are your plans after the show? I’d love to see you at the party and maybe buy you a drink...”

Is this a dream? I’ve got to be dreaming. This isn’t happening.

“I’d love that.” I’m trying to keep my composure and not show my excitement, or the fact I’m freaking out on the inside. 

“Great -- what’s your name?”

“Y/N.” 

He holds his hand out to me to shake. “I’m Johnny.” 

--- 

The music is loud, or maybe my ears are still ringing a little bit from the concert. The band had been simply incredible! I swore that Johnny had been looking right at me at a few points, and even going as far as to wink. Tonight was shaping up to be something.

Johnny had stuck to his promise and put my name on the guestlist for the show after-party. I was still trying to get my head around what was happening. I was at a Hollywood Vampires after-party, and it was everything that I had imagined it to be. The place was decked out in black and red decor, and fittingly playing old classic rock from the speakers. I feel like I’m standing out a little bit. Everyone seems to know each other one way or another and are engrossed in some kind of conversation. 

“You made it,” The voice nearly makes me jump out of my skin. Johnny Depp is standing right behind me. “I didn’t have any other invites,” As if I would have been anywhere else. “The show was amazing, by the way, you were great.” He’s probably had people coming up to tell him all night, but it still feels appropriate.  

“How do you feel about meeting the band and then I’ll buy you that drink?” My widened eyed expression is enough for him to laugh. “I’ll introduce you, come on.” 

The Hollywood Vampires are standing at the other side of the room, laughing together like a bunch of teenage boys. “Guys!” He holds his hand up to try and get their attention. “This is y/n, the girl I was telling you about from meet and greet.” 

He’d been talking about me. 

“And the reason that Johnny was almost late!” The band start to laugh in unison and Johnny shakes his head and lets out a defeated sigh. 

“This is Tommy, Joe and I don’t think that Alice really needs an introduction...” I shake hands with them all in term, but when it comes to Alice, he’s glaring at Johnny. “Hey!” He objects and again, the band are just about on the floor laughing. Making fun of each other in turn is a thing, it seems. 

“I feel like I should be offering to buy you all a drink, what an amazing show you pulled off.” 

“Thank you, darlin’, really glad that you enjoyed it.” Alice replied, “But we’re buying you the drink.” We stand and talk for a little while, mainly about music, before Johnny buts into the conversation. 

“Now if you guys wouldn’t mind excusing us, I do believe I promised the lady a drink.”  

I can feel a blush rise into my cheeks at the realisation that he’s talking about me. “It was nice meeting you guys, good luck for the rest of the tour.” We say our pleasantries and goodbyes. The group disperses, leaving just me and Johnny standing.

“Another admittance on my part, I don’t enjoy these after-parties, they’re too loud for my taste.” He scratches the back of his neck, as if he’s a little nervous . “I know I’m being bold, but would you like to come back to the hotel with me for that drink?”

Pinch me.

Johnny Depp’s hotel suite is bigger than my entire studio apartment. It shouldn’t be a surprise to me that it’s that extravagant, but it’s straight-up like something out of Pretty Woman. It’s a little hard not to stare with your mouth open around the place. Plus the fact, I’m in his hotel room. 

“Pick your poison,” He gestures towards the rooms mini-bar, “Or if none of this is suitable, I can call for room service.”

I shake my head, “A bottle of beer is fine, you don’t need to order a bottle of champagne on ice on my account.” Johnny laughs and grabs a bottle of pass over to me, which I twist the lid from and bring it up to my lips for a taste. 

“You’re an easy girl to impress.”

 I scoff, there are plenty out there that I’m sure would say otherwise. “Somewhat.” 

He, too, grabs a bottle of beer and sits down on the bed. We start to talk, he wants to know about my life, my job, my friends... And while I’m more than certain of the fact that I’m boring the pants off of him, he’s listening as if he’s absorbing and holding onto every word.

When I tell him about my love for poetry, his eyes light up in curiosity. “Who would you say is your favourite poet?” 

I want to set out and impress him, tell him the name of somebody he hasn’t heard before, but I go with my heart. “Oscar Wilde -- I know, it’s a typical answer but there’s just something about his writing which resonates with the soul.” 

“I’d agree, actually-” He pauses to bring his beer bottle up to his lips. “There are only two tragedies in life: one is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it’ is one that’s always stuck with me.” 

“I can resist everything but temptation.” I grin at him and shrugged my shoulders, always a quote that I’ve related to.

I look back at him, to notice where his gaze is, right at my lips. Before I have a second to comprehend what’s going on, he leans forward, his lips brushing against mine. It takes me by surprise. Johnny Depp is trying to kiss me.

“I’m sorry, shit, I’m sorry. It’s just-” He starts to hastily explain. “I’ve been thinking about it, and I thought-” 

He doesn’t get his last word out because I bring my lips back onto his to return the kiss. It’s soft, slow, and tender. I feel his tongue trace along my bottom lip, as if asking to deepen the kiss.

I’m kissing Johnny Depp. Johnny Depp is kissing me. 

I don’t know how to comprehend it.

Or how I’m even going to begin to tell Alex when she texts me tomorrow.

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Devil’s sister- Introductions - Rick Grimes x Reader

Finally I’ve posted the first chapter! I’ve been working really hard on this for awhile with brain storming and trying to make my writing as great as the idea, so please remember feedback is key 💕 and the tag list is open :)

“So you know what you’re gonna do now, right?” Negan asked you not giving you any attention at all as he cleaned Lucille “Yea, Negan, I understand. Now can I please go now? You’ve told me like a thousand times!” You groaned loudly stomping your foot a bit, your older brother took advantage of you being about thirty years younger than him. Negan’s mother had him fresh out of high school, and your mother had you around the time she was in her late thirties, early forties. Your mother ended up marrying his dad for his money which resulted in you two having the same father but different mothers and Negan being in his early fifties and you being in your early to mid twenties. “Yea. Yea. And Y/N?..don’t fall in love with the prick” He grumbled, You walked out and out of the sanctuary towards the tree-line. Croutching down lown you grabbed your knife, you could hear the loud groans coming from the undead up on the street, your target being way ahead of them, Rick Grimes, the man you had to force to fall in love with you. You dove deeper into the woods taking down a stray walker, Gulping and holding back a gag you cut open the walking corpse smearing the blood on you bit along with some mud, anything to make it look like you had been out here for months.

It had be at least three or four days of walking and killing walkers, and if Negan would’ve explained that this was part of you mission you never would’ve done it. You stunk, your hair was a complete mess, the mud had dried on your face giving it a disgusting feeling. Walking closer to a noise you heard you saw a giant field, and in the center was a beaten down red car, with a boy sitting on top of it, using a knife to peel the bark off of a stick. As you walked closer you recognized the face, you had seen him once at the Sanctuary, but he wasn’t wearing a hat or a bandage over his eye at the Sanctuary. “Hello?” You asked walking into the field “please don’t shoot I’m..I’m not bit” you yelled a bit louder as the boy jumped down walking towards you “who are you?” The boy asked standing in front of you glaring a bit, obviously not happy that you disturbed his peace “I’m lost..I’m looking for somebody named..Daryl?” You asked looking at Carl, putting a confused and dumbfounded look on your face “how do you know him?” He asked sitting on the hood of the car “I met him once..he told me if I was ever in trouble to go west...and I’ll find a town...w-why do you know him?” You asked quickly. “Yea. Go...that way about a mile or two and you’ll be there” The boy said pointing the left calmly grabbing his knife again “I’m Y/n...thank you...for helping” You smiled nervously reaching out your hand to shake his. “Carl” he nodded towards you not turning away from his stick. “I’ll be on my way..thank you” you smiled walking forward on your trip to Alexandria.

You crept through the dead leaves, trying to walk through the large patch of mud that was blocking your path. Hearing a metallic clank your heart dropped, and about the same time your heart dropped sharp metal teeth clamped onto your leg, a fucking bear trap. Falling to your knees you bit your arm, if you screamed now it’d attract however many walkers, and then bam. You’re dead. “Fuck” you growled reaching down to your leg prying the bear trap open and off of you. You crawled back out of the mud patch starting to rip your pant leg in half, wrapping the ripped cloth around your now blood covered leg you forced yourself up. You walked forward, using a large stick to help you as you limped.

Stumbling up to Alexandria you collasped, the wound on your calf was the cause of your collapse which you didn't plan. A walker slowly walking up falling forward, you gagged at it's foul breath, reaching into your holster you forced the knife into the walker's head, the body going limp "You bit!?" A southern accent yelled from the open gate, his long hair basically covering his face "no! I-I stepped in a bear trap!" You yelled your voice cracking lightly, truth was you were in alot of pain, your calf was throbbing and the ripped shirt you used to stop the bleeding was now soaked with blood. The Southern man rushed out helping you up and helping you inside "M Daryl" He grunted leading you towards one of the houses, you looked around, gulping whenever you saw Rick, he was alot more attractive up and close, and way more attractive than Negan described. By the time your leg was stitched and patched up Rick stood in front of you, his hands holding onto his belt in an almost cocky way, you could see every muscle flex under the shirt he was wearing. "I'm Rick Grimes. Nice to meet you"

“I-I’m Y/n” You said calmly, you could hear your heartbeat in your ears, if you couldn’t get into Alexandria now then you never would, you had to play it calm and cool. “How many walkers you kill?” He asked sitting down on the bed directly across from you “A few Dozon?..” you questioned fixing her shirt to look more presentable “and how many people have you killed?..” he asked looking at you a little more stern, you had to make it believable..and what’s more believable then the somewhat truth? “One.” You gulped looking at him trying to keep eye contact, but your big brother was right, his stink eye is intimidating. “Why?” He asked resting a hand on the handle of his knife now ready to attack you if you tried anything “got to handsy.” You said messing with your jeans “Let’s go and get you some new clothes. Those are all ripped them you can get cleaned up” Rick said wrapping your arm around his shoulder and helping you up, letting out a small whimper you limped forward going to wherever Rick took you. “Carl, she’s gonna wash up upstairs okay?” He asked looking towards the boy you had seen in the woods before “it’s you! I brought you that food that one time” Carl smiled softly waving a bit at you, a small baby cooing and smiling at you from in front of the teenager. “What’re you talkin about, Carl?” Rick asked holding your wrist to keep you from falling onto the ground in pain. “I went on a run...with Enid...and I scared off her deer so I gave her a can or two of food” Carl explaining smiling softly towards you “make yourself at home..I think you’ll fit in my clothes better” he pointed out before Rick lead you upstairs and into the bathroom “there’s a towel, here’s clothes..there is hot water along with soap and conditioner...when you’re done...go to Carl and we’ll talk” he explained to you slowly, you nodded softly holding the clothes and towel like it was your lifeline. Would Negan be mad if you stayed? Because right now running hot water everyday would be amazing.

The hot water hitting your back felt great, although it burnt your stitches a bit, you ignored it, just happy to be hit with hot water instead of ice cold water. You let out a deep breath, so far you were in, the long talks with Negan refreshing in your mind.

“Listen to me Y/n! Stop fucking around! Once you get Rick to trust you and love you you’ll report back to me. You’ll let us in through the back while everybody is asleep and we’ll attack and I’ll finally get to fucking kill Rick Grimes. It’ll take a long time..but I trust you.”

Whenever you opened the door Carl was right outside of it about to knock “S-sorry! You were taking awhile after the water shut off and I just wanted to che-“ you cut Carl off by laughing a bit “It’s okay, seriously little man, I just need your help finding your dad” You smiled looking at him, wearing a pair of skinny jeans that were held on by a belt and folded at the ends to fit your legs, obviously Rick’s jeans. You also wore a Marvel comics shirt which you had a feeling was Carl’s “O-oh! Of course” Carl rushed out grabbing your arm leading you down the stairs, making sure to help the best he could.

Carl lead you into a large building, like a library of some sort that was transformed into a meeting hall “dad?..” Carl called standing in the doorway next to you. “Yea?” Rick asked turning around smiling softly at you and the teenager “oh hey Y/n, let’s get you sat down and I’ll go through the rules and things with ya for you to stay here” he explained sitting at a small desk “so..you’re already ready to stay here..but I just have to get a few things outta the way” Rick explained to you resting his hands on the desk “Every week we split what we find with somebody called the saviors” he said looking at you closely “ya know of em?” You gulped, was this Rick telling you he already saw through your lies, what was next? Was he gonna kill you? “Yea..i used to know em...Leader is a fucking dick” You said looking at Rick, taking a deep breath to stay calm.

“How do you know them?” He asked crossing his arms “they cornered me one day in the place I was staying..forced me with them..I-I only just escaped now” you explained, you weren’t exactly lying to Grimes, it’s just whenever you were cornered and forced to leave your home it wasn’t ‘The Saviors’ it was only Negan, back before he changed into the jealous, cocky, asshole he is today. “Can you prove your story?..” he asked, slowly you turned around showing your back, a large scar presenting itself down next to your spine. “Negan’s right hand man Simon..” she whispered sitting back down “he caught me trying to run...tackled me and tried to kill me” you lied looking at him sadly.

“Alright...we ain’t got any open houses so you’ll either have to pair with Daryl or pair with Eugene” Rick said looking at you in almost an awe “there’s two jobs open..Either go on runs with Daryl and I or stay here with the garden” What he said shocked you into a still, you could either get to know Rick more and try to further your plan that way or you could take a different approach and get his kids to like you first. “I’ve always been better with gardening...I don’t wanna slow you boys down” you explained smiling a bit, your stomach turning with how you said it, You knew you could probably be a better fighter than both of them combined but what if Rick didn’t want that? And he wanted someone to stay home with the kids. “Okay...we may pull you a few times to train to fight just Incase the savior’s try anything or walkers get behind the walls somehow” Rick mumbled under his breath writing things down.

“Alright, so..Daryl or Eugene?..” Rick asked looking at you “Eugene...I’ve met him before and feel safe there” you explained, fiddling with your thumbs “great! I’ll take ya over” Rick smiled standing up helping you up and off the chair “you won’t have to work until yer leg is healed..unless ya can work with kids” he asked looking at you as he walked down the street, helping you stay upright while walking. “Yea- yea I’m good with kids, I-I used to be a pre-school assistant before..all of this” You whispered looking at Rick, both of you standing on Eugene’s porch. “Alright that’s great, I’ll come show you were the daycare is tomorrow morning, rest up though” Rick whispered as the front door opened and Eugene grabbed your arm slowly but tightly.

Once the door shut Eugene jerked you into the living room “What in the world are you doing here? Did Negan put you up to this?” He growled holding your arm tightly “N-no. I-I ran from Negan..” You whimpered tearing up giving Eugene the most upsetting face you could muster. “O-okay...I do suppose that makes sense...you did despise your brother quite a lot” he explained leading you upstairs “this will be your living quarters” He explained before leaving you alone in the half empty room.

Laying down on your mattress you sighed, this was your new life, trying to calm your mind down was a job within itself and was tiring all together. Taking a few deep breaths you closed your eyes and started counting down from one hundred, figuring that counting down would help calm your mind down enough for you to fall asleep.

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Secrets: Chapter 1

I watched as Dina switched seats with Bradley, subconsciously cursing her for leaving me and Syd alone with Bradley Lewis.

I watched as Bradley smugly took one of Dina's fries. Dina has got be kidding with this guy. 

I reached for the straw of the milkshake me, Syd, and Dina had been sharing, only it was the same time as Syd reached for it. My head immediately turned to look at them, just to see they were already looking at me-- Oh yeah I forgot to mention I have little crush on one of my best friends...

Okay, so maybe it's not little, but can you blame me they are like really attractive. The only problem is they probably don't like me back.

Right now we are at a diner that Syd's mom works at, because Dina had some news, she said it was good news. But, dating Bradley Lewis is never good news.

"So--" Bradley said, watching as me and Syd's heads snapped in his direction.

"Dina's just great isn't she." Bradley said, smiling sweetly at us.

"Yup." I said, giving Bradley my fakest smile turning to Syd for help but they had their head down and were mixing the milkshake with the straw. I bit my lip, looking around the diner. Only Dina would leave us with a douchebag and take her sweet time to get the ketchup as she spoke to one of waiters.

Bradley chuckled realizing Syd still hadn't said anything. "Jesus. Do you ever smile?" he said, still scarfing down Dina's fries. I turned to Syd not really expecting a reply, they glared up at Brad continuing to play with the straw, not even gonna lie it was kind of hot.

Only a couple seconds later Dina came back sliding into the booth next to Brad, I was relieved for about 30 seconds, until they started talking to each other.

"So what have we decided?" She said, happily. Putting the ketchup - that she was taking 1 decade to get - on the fries. Brad smiled, chewing before replying.

"Whatever you want babe."

I think I just threw up in my mouth.

I looked at Syd from the corner of my eye to see them staring at Brad with irritation and anger. I knew it was best not to bother them when they got like this, so I took a sip of the milkshake trying to ignore the couple flirting in front of me.

"Oh shit!" Brad exclaimed, making me look up from the milkshake to see Dina and Brad trying to quickly stop the bleeding coming from his nose. I don't understand why they were acting so dramatic it was just a nose bleed and they were acting like he just got shot.

I didn't miss Syd's scared reaction though.

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Once Bradley and Dina got the bleeding to stop, I turned to Syd giving them a soft look they stared at me with an 'I'm sorry' expression for a little bit, before getting up arubtly mumbling "I have to go" before rushing out of the diner.

I watched them go, with a sad expression that Dina must have caught because she gave me an apologetic expression, I gave her a small smile, before standing up and grabbing my backpack.

I turned to Bradley. "Brad." I said, bitterly. Before turning to Dina with a smile "See you tomorrow Dina." Before walking around the table and whispering in her ear.

"If he hurts you, I'll kick his ass." Causing her to giggle, as I walked out of the diner.

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I walked home with music blasting in my ears. I loved music there is never really a time where I'm not listening to music-- well except when I'm with Syd and Dina. Syd and Dina were my only friends in this shitty town, that I've lived in since I was 3.  

Not only do I live in a shitty town but I also live with shitty parents, they both work at a company that pays them A LOT of money, they work in the company with Bradley Lewis' parents. Which sucks, because that means we have to have dinners with them and listening to Brad explain why he is the most popular guy at school isn't exactly the best way to end your night.

I sighed as I finally reached my house, it was 2 stories tall and I live here with my mom, dad, little sister, and older brother.

I walked into my house, hanging my backpack up on the coat hook, being caught by surprise when my little sister runs out of her room and hugs my legs.

"Y/n, you're back!" Lea said, with big smile on her face. I smile down at her, "I am." I chuckled, before bending down to pick her up.

Lea was 4, but she was very smart and mature for her age. She was the first person I came out to as genderfluid, and even though she didn't quite understand it, she tried her best to respect it unlike my parents--

"Y/n?" Speak of the devil.

"Yup!" I said, looking up to see my mom standing in front of me with her arms crossed, as she looked over my outfit. I rolled my eyes at her, before turning back to my sister.

"Go find Leo and see if he wants to play with you." I smiled at Lea, as she ran down the hall to go find my older brother Leo. After I knew that Lea was gone, my smile was immediately gone.

I avoided my mom's glare as I walked past her and into my room, I could hear her footsteps following me but I ignored them as I walked over to my book shelf and picking up a book to read, before turning around looking at my mom with an annoyed expression. "What?" I said.

She narrowed her eyes at me, "Why are you dressing like that?"

I looked at my mom with confusion before looking down at my outfit.  

(You can choose one of these two outfits if you'd like)

I looked back up at her, "Like what?"

She sighed in frustration. "Like-- like one of those goth people!"

I stared at her for a moment, before putting the book down and making my way downstairs I really didn't want to listen to her lecture right now. I opened the fridge grabbing a bottle of water, getting ready for yet another fight with my mom.

"Y/n, you do not walk away from me! Especially, when I'm talking to you!" My mom exclaimed pointing her finger at me as I drank my water looking at her with a bored expression.

"I know why you're doing this to me." She said, matter of factly. I glared at her. Oh, does she?

"You know you will always be a girl right? Nothing you do or say is gonna change that. You have the body parts of a girl, the mind set of a girl. You even look like one. You are a girl and you are gonna start acting like one. I don't care about all this internet stuff about the-- nonbinary people. You. Are. A. Girl." She finished. I looked back up with tears in my eyes, not daring to let one slip.

"Fuck. You." I said, getting up and speed walking to the front door, and running out of it. I walked and walked and walked, until I finally stopped and ended up at my favorite spot it was in the forest, it had a big rock right in the middle, that I liked to sit on and think away, from everyone and everything. I finally let the tears slip, knowing I was alone and I could finally let go inviting the darkness of the forest in. I had never really been scared of the dark as I always found comfort in it.

I got up and start wandering the forest touching the trees, I know it sounds weird and impossible but it felt like I had this weird connection with nature, I sometimes come across animals while in the forest, I don't walk up to them - I know better - instead I just admire them from afar.

I spotted a wolf-- Wait. A wolf? They don't even live in Pennsylvania. I stared at the wolf in confusion, and only a few seconds later it turned it's head to look at me. I stared into it's brown eyes, it looked like it was trying to tell me something.

"Y/n?" I heard someone say my name causing me to jump in surprise and look around in confusion. "Over here dumbass." The same voice said again, I slowly turned. No way. It can't be the wolf. There is no fucking way.

"Yes there is a way." The voice- wolf said.

"How the fuck are you talking right now." I said, in disbelieve.

"Okay, I know this probably freaking you out, so I should just take my human form."  The wolf-- voice said. Human form?! What the fuck was this thing?! A fucking shapeshifter? I felt a tap on my shoulder that pulled me out of my thoughts. I looked up to see a person a little bit taller then me, they were wearing a loose oversized plaid lapel jacket, with skinny jeans, and turtle neck underneath, and combat boots on it's feet. They looked pretty warm to be honest.

"What. The. Fuck."  I said, backing away from the so called person.

"Hi." It said in a cheery voice. Why the fuck are they so happy? I'm freaking out.

"You are y/n y/l/n right?" They asked. How the hell did it know my name?!

"...yeah. Who wants to know?" I said, in a nervous voice. Dammit! Come on y/n you have to be tough.

"No you don't. I'm not gonna hurt you, I'm Jamie." They said, in a softer voice, holding out it's hand for me to shake. I slowly shook it's hand looking at them suspiciously. They pulled their hand away happily, sighing in content.

"So!--" It said, causing me to jump. I watched as they looked around the forest. I stared at it with a blank expression. "Well, you gonna show me where I will be staying?" They asked, stating it as if they expected me to.

"Huh-- what, I don't even know you." I exclaimed, furrowing my eyebrows together.  Jamie gave me a confused expression.

"...I just told you my name like 2 minutes ago-- Man, do you even listen?" It chuckled, getting distracted by a bird, leaving me confused in my thoughts.

What. The. Fuck. Is going on?

Okay so that was the first chapter I hope it wasn't too bad. I feel like I'm going to like writing this fic a lot. Since I actually took the time to think and write these characters correctly. By the way Jamie is agender and they use they/it pronouns. Just in case you didn't catch that. Syd’s POV will most likely be in the next chapter. I will write y/n povs first and then Syd’s POV of what happened if that makes any sense. - Dove <3

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Ricky Horror | 1,939 Words

Smut

Ricky was a loner. No doubt about it. It was pretty plain to see. So it came as no surprise he didn’t have very many friends... He hoped that by junior year he would’ve had more friends than this. But he guessed that the four he had would be just fine. The four guys he’d hang around were quite the bunch, sometimes they jammed out together since they all seemed to play some instrument for a rock band, sometimes they’d sit around and listen to music, or Ricky’s least favorite option... Prank Chris’s older sister.

Chris was your younger brother and god was he a nuisance. Him and his little gang of friends would come over almost every night since your dad was a trucker, meaning he was out for a lot of the time. He really only came home to check on you both on weekends, the only time he could really have off. Your mom decided not to stick around very long when you were young so she wasn’t an issue for the boys either. They just loved to torment you.

Chris was the asshole of the group, Vinny was the wild idiot, Ryan was the crafty stoner, Justin was the devil respawned, and Ricky... Poor little Ricky. Sometimes you wondered how the kid got dragged into their group. He seemed nothing like them in everything but style. He was sweet. Always gave you shy glances, quickly looking away when he realized you’d caught him. He was the quiet one of the friends. But you knew he was damn smart. 

But overall, they were all just perverted teens. 

And the one thing you despised about all of them was their love to play tricks on you. That’s why you stayed in your room for the majority of the time they were at your house. You remembered when you came home from going and getting some snacks at the gas station since you had none at home, only to go up to your room and see Vinny looking through your underwear drawer. That’s when you started not leaving your room.

Another time Ryan decided to take a few pictures while you were bending over to look in the freezer for something to make for dinner. You honestly didn’t think your skirt was that short. Just goes to show boys will lay flat on their stomach for a look up there. You only knew it when everyone was filing out to leave and go home, Ricky came up to you and told you. 

Chris was just along for the ride. He thought it was funny. Sometimes he’d snap your bra straps or tell you that you looked funny. Brotherly love as people liked to call it. But he never took part in the perverted antics, only laughed to you about them after. Salt in the wound.

Ricky never tried anything on you, and for that you were thankful. But this was until the guys put him up to it.

The one time you decided to come out of your room that night when you thought you were finally alone. You get a bucket of water dumped on you in the kitchen by the one and only Ricky. You stood there in shock, soaked to the bone in your white crop top and black shorts. You heard a chorus of wolf whistles from the guys who were littered around the kitchen. Vinny sitting on the table staring you down, Chris had shouted moments before that he was going to get pizza so he wasn’t around for the scene, Justin standing by the door with a smirk, Ryan behind you clapping, and poor Ricky right in front of you with the most fearful expression on.

You knew that the fact that you weren’t wearing a bra was obvious through the soaked white shirt and you were totally embarrassed. Wrapping your arms around your chest, you try to make your way to the stairs, only to be blocked by Justin.

“Y/N, our friend Ricky here needs some help and we thought you’d be the best to help him. Since you probably want to get your clothes off anyway.” You can practically hear the smirk in Ryan’s voice without having to turn around. You hear the sound of him moving closer and you stand there with your back to him as you feel his breath on your neck. “You should help Rick out. He has been talking about you all night you know...” 

Why would he be talking about you? You didn’t think you were anything special... Just your brother’s sister. He couldn’t think you were attractive! Could he...?

You turn around and look at Ricky who’s still holding the bucket that’s now empty and his cheeks are a bright red and you almost find it amusing. You were only a year older than him and it seems to you that you’d gotten more action than he has. You could tell he was pretty clueless about the whole subject but you almost wanted the challenge. 

You motioned with two fingers for him to come to you. His eyes snap open wide with shock and he drops the plastic bucket onto the tiled floor. You motion one more time and he scurries over to you, standing in front of you and trying to keep his eyes at a respectable level. You tried not to chuckle as you see his eyes wander. He was so nervous he was about to piss himself. You, a hot girl, were about to hopefully have sex with him. But then again, he didn’t even know if that was really the case. You could just bring him upstairs and lock him in a room until the end of the night. He didn’t know. But your boobs were quite distracting right now and his pants seemed to be rather tight. 

You grab his hand and push past Justin, dragging Ricky up the stairs with you. More whistles came from the guys as you two made your way to your room. 

Once you shut the door behind you both, you threw off your tiny black shorts, leaving you in lacy black underwear that Ricky couldn’t tear his eyes away from. You were not going to lay on your bed in wet shorts. Your shirt will come off next but you’ll leave a little work for Ricky. The boy needs to use his pencil arms anyway. Maybe he’ll get a workout in out of this. 

You sit on the edge of your bed and look over at him as he’s standing in the doorway. He has absolutely no clue of what to do and you can totally tell. 

“Ricky... Have you ever seen a girl in her underwear?” You ask.

You didn’t think it was possible but his blush only deepens as he shakes his head and looks at his feet. 

“Come here.” You say calmly. 

He does as you ask and stands in front of you.

“Do you want to do this?”

He shrugs.

“I need a yes or no Ricky.” You sigh.

“Y-yes...”

You smile and carefully lift his shirt over his head. He’s as skinny as you imagined him to be. You grab his hands softly and put them on the hem of your shirt. You could feel them shake as he pulled your shirt over your head. He stares shamelessly at your breasts, taking in the sight. You chuckle and undo his belt, throwing it to the other side of the room and he wastes no time chucking off his skinny jeans. 

You glance down at him and you are pleasantly surprised by what you see. His black boxers are definitely tight and you feel a surge of heat down there. You shouldn’t be as excited as you are but goddamnit you don’t care.

“Have you ever kissed anyone before?” You ask sweetly.

He shakes his head no once again.

“Would you like to try?”

He nods.

You put his shaking hands on your hips as you stand up, resting your arms loosely around his neck. You lean in and kiss his lips softly, pulling away after a few seconds. 

“Wasn’t so hard huh?” You smile.

He smiles in response, you’d never really realized how beautiful his smile was. It was cute, heart shaped.

He leans in for another kiss, this time much more passionate and heated. He was obviously a fast learner. You both end up on your bed, your bra and underwear had quickly disappeared along with his boxers. You guided his hands to your breasts and he gave them a slight squeeze, rolling your nipple between his fingers. He was hesitant about touching any girls breasts but he slowly warmed up to the idea. You let out a shaky breath as he kisses your neck hesitantly. 

He’d seen the guys do something like this at parties. He knew they’d reach down and start touching on the girls they were with so that’s exactly what he did. Slowly he snaked his hand down your torso, rubbing a few circles on your hip bones with his thumb before continuing down, rubbing on the place it really mattered. 

He smirked into the crook of your neck when you moaned quietly. He felt acomplished in a sense, that he could make a girl as beautiful as you have this reaction to a simple touch. He was so fucking hard and honestly he didn’t know what to do. It was almost painful. 

“Rick.” You mumbled breathlessly as you throw a packet at him. “Put this on.” 

He looked down at the packet that was on the bed. A condom. Of course. He tore open the wrapping with his teeth and rolled it on. He had no clue what to do from here. None whatsoever. He didn’t even know where the fuck to put his dick. 

You saw the shyness flood back in his body and you knew exactly why. “Do you want some help?” You smile up at him.

His cheeks turn a bright red as he nods. You help guide him in the right direction until he understands, slowly pushing himself in. He has to bite his lip in order to keep a moan in. Shit you felt so good and he hadn’t even done anything yet!

You nod after a few moments, letting him know that you’ve adjusted. He takes the queue and slowly thrusts in and out. Whoa this was new. Really fucking new and he loved it. He gets to a better pace and he leans down, kissing you lightly. He didn’t know if he was doing a good job, but he was taking the moans you let out as a good sign though. 

It didn’t take him all that long to finish. He felt completely wasted as he continued, trying to get you off as well. You gripped the sheets tightly, squirming every couple seconds with your eyes tightly shut. He smirked as he reached down and rubbed your clit. Your orgasm was coming up fast and shit was Ricky doing a way too good job for his first time. 

You felt your thighs shake as you came, letting out an embarrassingly loud moan that you’re 100% sure they heard downstairs if they weren’t already standing outside your door. You look up at Ricky with half lidded eyes and a smile. He slowly pulls out and falls down onto the bed next to you. 

“That was... Awesome..” He says softly as he looks up at the ceiling. 

“Well come back anytime.” You chuckle and kiss his cheek.

Oh he will surely do that. Don’t you worry.

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[leerongrong]

of peaches and clichés.

Pairing: Na Jaemin x Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Summary: In which you’re Jaemin’s chemistry tutor and he’s your cliché flirty high school bad boy.

Requested: yes // im not creative enough to think of an idea but i crave your writing so im gonna try and request lol. chenle fluff? dkjfid i have no idea on specifics, sorry if this didnt help. or some flirty badboy!jaemin im weak for that

The sun's shinning down, rays breaking through clouds onto the school's rooftop. Winds sweep across your cheeks, eyelashes fluttering along with your textbook pages in the wind. Screeching shoes from the basketball team are heard from below, along with the coach's whistle and shouts. Your earphones block out most of the noise, a melody to help calm down your nerves from the stress of school work.

"Well, look who I ran into." A male's voice breaks you from murmuring the lyrics to the song, even going as far to startling you until the textbook previously lying on your lap is flung away. "I would say it was a coincidence, if I believed in them."

Your eyes trail to black shoes just in front of you, keeping track of the hands that bend down to retrieve the pink, tossed away textbook. Your eyes are trailing up onto the figure, taking in the sight of a slightly worn out leather jacket and an odd tuff of blue hair.

Every high school has a stereotype to them; some with big brain nerds, maybe even buff jocks that push said nerds into lockers. Others have preppy cheerleaders that smile and flirt at every living thing, or a gathering of Goth teens that only hang out with their own clique. You've never had an opinion of them, simply choosing to live your own life alongside your pack of friends who are deemed "smart" and ultimately being labeled as the school's good girl.

The white canvas, the teacher's pet, the school's innocent, the extremely sweet girl capable of making anyone smile, those are the names you've been called throughout high school. Not that you minded them, they're just labels put there by people who never even knew you.

"Do you believe in love at first sight?" The epitome of a high school stereotype would be the one standing just right in front of you; Na Jaemin, the school's bad boy who's never seen wear anything but a leather jacket and skinny jeans, the one that goes around with whispers following him like the plague, the one who breaks heart after heart when he's bored, the one you got assigned to tutor chemistry. "Because if I'm not wrong, you fell head over heels the moment I came through that door."

The need to suppress your smile exceeds the need to take your book back.

"Besides, who wouldn't fall for me?" Jaemin's flirting is something you've only heard of previously, hallway whispers going around about his sweet words that make girls fall for him. You've only got to experience the end of it just two months ago, after your first tutor session had begun, the boy never failed to spew sweet nothings at you, at first driving you crazy with how much time he wastes flirting instead of studying. "But why would you throw away the book I gave you?"

The sight of his exaggerated pout makes you feel butterflies in your stomach, something that's been happening after tutoring Jaemin. Your friends had warned you to stay away from him, to decline the teacher's offer of an added grade if you succeeded in raising his grades. You don’t know what came over you to agree into something like tutoring, at first what you thought was, a lost cause like Jaemin. You remember feeling bad for lying to your friends, telling them that you needed the extra grade when in reality your grades have been stable and you didn't need any extra credits.

The butterflies explode once more when his pout turns into an attractive smirk you've seen him paint on his face multiple times. You're ducking your head in hopes he doesn't see the blossoming blush on your cheeks, not sure whether you want someone to burst into the rooftop to save you from your embarrassment or to spend a few minutes with him.

You're not sure when you started developing feelings for Jaemin. All your life you’ve never been one to believe in love at first sight, always seeing the logical side, explaining to Jaemin that falling in love happens slowly but gradually, declining his objections and telling him repeatedly that love doesn't happen overnight, it happens with unspoken moments and sweet words between two people intertwined with each other.

Maybe it started two weeks after your first tutoring session; the first time you ever saw Jaemin asleep in the library after the two of you decided to study after school, the day you remember seeing dark bags under his eyes after forcing him to study with you over the phone, the day you gathered enough courage to sweep away the, then brown, bangs from his eyes.

”Studying again?” The librarian’s voice pulls your attention away from your phone, snapping your gaze towards her smiling face before you’re smiling yourself, nodding at her question. “With company today, I see.”

“Company? What do you mean?”

You see her nod her head and you’re forced to squint when you see a hooded figure sleeping on the table you normally sit at. “He’s been here for over an hour already, sleeping.”

The library’s silent, with no one but you, the librarian, and the sleeping figure on the desk. The air is warm but windy, perfect weather to study in if it weren’t for the mysterious person sitting in your spot. You’ve got half the mind to start talking to the person and wake him up when you round the table and see that it’s Jaemin. Your heart softens at the sight of his soft brown hair, make shift bed made with chemistry books, more so when you see the bags under his eyes.

Guilt starts eating at you when you remember you’re the one who practically forced him to stay up all night with you, studying for your pre-chemistry test that’s coming next week. You’re gathering the books around him, gently pulling the one under his head and replacing it with your neck pillow instead, the sight of him sleeping in a slightly better position lessening your guilt.

Hours pass just like that, the librarian signaling for you to pack up while you’re stretching your stiff joints. In the few hours, you realize that Jaemin looks nothing like the front he puts up every day when he’s asleep, he doesn’t look as rugged and mischievous, he looks more soft and nice like this. Another thing you notice is how soft his hair looks without any added products, the color reminding you of hot cocoa on a winter day.

Your eyes are darting back and forward on his face, searching for any signs he’s beginning to wake up, heart starting to beat slightly fast at the thought of being able to run your fingers through his hair. The librarian’s still moving around somewhere behind you and you’re cautiously lifting your hand up to his head, fingers slightly brushing against his tresses.

“If you wanted to touch, you could have asked.”

The yelp that pulls out of you has Jaemin smirking, said boy lifting both his hands up above his head to stretch. “And don’t think I didn’t catch you staring,” he smirks, “You can stare for however long you want, I won’t judge.”

Your face flushes red and you’re quick on your feet, dashing away out of the library after collecting your bag and essentials, leaving Jaemin alone with your abandoned neck pillow still in his hands. Jaemin’s smiling, hands playing with the peach shaped pillow while he’s staring at where you were sat.

“Cute.”

It could have started on the third week after your club activities; when you ran into Jaemin for the first time that day, getting the surprise of your life when you saw his freshly dyed pink hair. Getting another surprise when he dragged you into the library for a study session, when he didn't need a tutoring for another 2 days. It was the first day butterflies erupted in your tummy when he told you he dyed his hair pink because pink reminded him of you.

Banter is tossed around while you’re laughing along with your friend. Your club activities just finished and you’re itching to go to the library for a much needed alone time, between your classes and tutoring Jaemin, there isn’t much time left for you to recollect your thoughts.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear.

Your friends around you are all suddenly whispering, some fixing their hairs, others reapplying their lipsticks and you’re left wondering at the sudden change of attitude until Jaemin comes strutting down the hall with his usual leather jacket and not so usual bright pink hair. “Hi, peaches.”

“Peaches?” you choke out, “Who’re you calling peaches?”

“You.” He’s grinning at you, hands tugging at yours to pull you away from your peers and you’re slightly stumbling at his fast paced footsteps. “Or if you don’t like it I can call you Babe? Baby? Sweetheart?”

“Oh, I know!” He clicks his finger, “How about I call you mine?”

You force out a snort at his blatant flirting, thanking the Gods he’s not looking back at your frame, or else the full on blush on your face would’ve been blown. “Where are you taking me? Isn’t this the way to the library? Jaemin I don’t have to tutor you today.”

You’re met with silence as he continues to tug you into the library, waving a quick hello to the librarian when you pass her along the way. You bump into Jaemin’s chest when he suddenly stops in front of you and you’re on your tip toes when you see him pick an object up from your usual desk. “What are you doing?”

“You wanna know why I dyed my hair pink?” You’re sighing when he ignores your question, your patience running thin from your stolen ‘me time.’ He’s turning around and you’re shocked to see your peach neck pillow in his hands along with a chemistry test paper with the numbers 87 at the top left corner.

“My grades went up, thanks peaches.” He’s leaning down to your height, and goosebumps start to arise on your skin when his lips brush against the shell of your ear. “And I dyed my hair pink because pink reminds me of you.”

That day you’re the one left alone in the library, with a hand resting on your cheek, on the spot where Na Jaemin just kissed you.

Maybe it started on the fifth week when nature had decided to rain you in after school, all alone after studying for a physics test in the library, with the only other person there being Jaemin, who had to stay back for a physics make up test. The boy covering you with his beloved leather jacket, running under the rain all the way to your house which had resulted to him being absent the next day, getting a cold. 

“You bring an umbrella, peaches?”

Jaemin’s voice snaps you out of your stare off with the rain, said boy standing next to you with nothing but his leather jacket in hand and his backpack on his back. His previously bright pink hair has now been washed out, leaving only bits of light pink to color his hair and you’re embarrassed to say that it matches exactly with your peach neck pillow.

“No,” you mumble, “I’m guessing you didn’t too?”

”Always the smart one in the relationship.” Jaemin’s taking off his leather jacket and you look to him in confusion when he sets it on top of your shoulder, slightly adjusting the material so that it covers your head. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Why are you giving me your jacket?”

“I thought you were the smart one.” You open your mouth to banter with him, only to be cut of when he intertwines your fingers together. Your jaw falls slack and he’s laughing, pretending to push your jaw back up and fix it. “C’mon, peaches. Don’t tell me you’ve never watched kiss scenes under the rain before.”

Your stomach erupts with butterflies with the flirting that’s coming out of his mouth, and your hands feels warm encased in his much bigger ones. You’re watching as rain continues to fall from above, some drops slightly falling into Jaemin’s hair and there’s an unexplainable feeling that’s resting deep in you and you’re not sure you want to know what that feeling is.

“Let’s run!”

The run to your house is painfully quick, the two of you encased in laughter along the way while Jaemin had a minor heart attack when you almost slipped across a walkway, and now the roof of your house acts as a shield from the rain, both you and Jaemin still doubling over the stairs as you try to recollect your breaths.

You’re mostly dry, Jaemin’s jacket acting as a wonderful rain coat most of the way, while Jaemin’s drenched from head to toe. You’re eyeing the way his clothes stick onto him like second skin, how his backpack is completely drenched and you’re surprised when your fingers twitch when you eye the way his bangs are sticking onto his forehead. “You want to come in?”

“No,” He teases, “I don’t do that until the 4th date.”

You’re gasping at his innuendos and Jaemin lets out a laugh when you smack his chest, the laugh turning into a shriek when he topples over the stairs and onto the busy street. Your hands are reaching forward and grabbing at Jaemin by the front of his shirt, pulling at it with all your might until he crashes onto you, both of your chests glued onto each other.

Both your hands are on his chest while his are on your waist. The air’s warm with a bit of chill in the air, the dripping rain drops and honking car horns act as background music to you and Jaemin’s scene, the later pulling you flush against him and you feel your shirt dampen from the water on his shirt. You’re holding in a breath, head lifting up to meet Jaemin’s gaze, the feeling from earlier coming back to you ten times as strong as before, as if constricting your lungs, making it hard for you to breath.

Jaemin’s eyes flick from yours onto your lips and you’re clutching at his shirt, finding it harder and harder to ground yourself when it feels as if you’re floating in mid air. Jaemin’s head dips down and you debate on closing your eyes, until the soft weight of his lips come on yours and every doubt disappears from your mind. Your eyes are closed and you stand on your tip toes to deepen the kiss.

His lips are slightly chapped, tastes like rain water with a mix of something sweet. His grip on your waist relaxes when the two of you separate for air, Jaemin slightly dipping back in to leave a peck on your lips.  His mouth leaves yours fully when he leans back to look at you, hands coming up to caress your cheeks and slightly swollen lips. Your own hands works to sweep back his hair, letting you to finally get a clear view of his eyes.

Minutes pass while the two of you stare at each other, the moment finally breaking when Jaemin lets out a laugh and smile. “If all I had to do is give you my jacket and run in the rain for you to kiss me, I would’ve done it weeks ago.”

“Is a kiss all you wanted, Na Jaemin?” you tease, “I would’ve given it to you if it meant you leaving me alone.”

He’s pulling you into him again, eyes searching into yours while his lips stretch out into a smile. His hands tug at your cheek while he dips down once more, pressing a kiss onto your lips. “Not a chance. I want you, all of you.”

“Hello?” Jaemin leans down to your level when you don’t answer, breaking you out of your memory daze. “Am I asking too many questions?”

“It always takes me a while to put words together.” You pout at him. “It’s not you.”

He moves closer, his heart-stopping smile returning onto his lips. “Oh? Is it when we’re alone like this I make you speechless?”

“We’re dating, Nana.” You laugh. “You don’t make me speechless, not anymore. Especially after I found out what a dork you truly are.”

“But I can still make you blush.” His hands are suddenly on your hips, lifting you onto the railing and planting a kiss onto your kips, a spectacle anyone can see from all around the school. You let out a squeak when he bites onto your bottom lip, nibbling and dragging it with him as he breaks the kiss. You feel warmth spread all over your body, especially your cheeks, more so when he sends you his sweet-as-candy smile. “See? You’re too cute, peaches.”

The epitome of a high school stereotype would be the one standing just right in front of you; Na Jaemin, but now he’s the boy who got you a pink textbook just so you could match his hair, the boy who lends you his leather jacket when it’s cold, the boy who painted on blues, pinks, gold, reds and every color there is on your once white canvas.

You’re not sure when you started falling for Na Jaemin, all you knew was that falling for him wasn’t falling at all. It was walking into two arms and suddenly knowing you’re home.

“So does that mean you’re going to buy me a blue textbook?”

“Anything for my sweet peaches.”

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[iamyoursinblog]

Hell girl

Pairing: Mark Tuan x Reader

Genre: fluff, smut

Word Count:  5,4 k

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"Mom, why should I do this ?!" he practically yelled into the phone. “Okay, Mom. I understood. I'll call you later." He could hardly contain his anger, not wanting to quarrel with his mother. He hung up and threw the phone on the sofa, kicking it forcefully. From anger it seemed even the air in the hall was not enough.

“This is the first time I've seen you so angry after talking with your parents.” He heard Jaebeom laugh behind him and turned to him.

“Oh, hi, Jaebeom.” He was so confused that he didn't even notice when Jaebeom came in.

"Are you okay?" Jaebeom came closer squeezing his shoulder

“Almost” he sat down on the sofa, throwing his head back

"What happened?" Jaebeom asked anxiously, sitting down next to him.

“There is one, person...” he had to make every effort to restrain himself and choose the most neutral words in the description “she is the daughter of the best friends of my parents. Every time she appeared within a radius of half mile from me, my life turned to hell. She's a devil! And so this ... decided to come to Seoul. And my mother told her friends that I would meet her at the airport and spend her entire vacation with her. For some reason my family decided that I was a personal babysitter for this mad girl !!!” he was just seething with anger.

"Babysitter? She's that so young, how old is she? " Jaebeom laughed while watching him

“She's 5-6 years younger than me,” he shook his head.

“At 5-6? Well, she's not baby anymore, she's around 22. When was the last time you saw her?"

He looked at Jaebeom in disbelief. But really, you was 22. Only now did he realize that the last time he saw you ten years ago. For him you have remained an obnoxious child who spoils his life. He remembered how you beat him, without any physical training, on your first day of martial arts training in his studio, even though he had been in for a year and was older and stronger than you. After that, all his friends laughed at him for several more months. He shook his head, what's the difference how old you were, you hardly changed. “Moreover, if she’s already an adult, then I don’t understand why I should do this at all”

"If it worries you so much, do you want me to go instead of you and meet her, what does she look like?" Jaebeom smiled, clapping his knees

“I have no idea, I only remember her when she was 12. In addition, she will complain to her parents that I personally did not meet her, my mother will kill me after” he moaned, sliding to the floor, quietly and peacefully accepting his inevitable death. He got up off the floor picking up the phone from the couch. “I'll be back soon with this crazy girl, better hide the sharp objects just in case,” he said, heading out the door as Jaebeom bursts into laughter on the sofa.

... ... ...

He was leaning on the railing near the arrival gate. He raised his collar high and lowered the hat almost over his eyes, hoping that no one would recognize him. He looked at the time, your plane has already landed. “How long can she collect her luggage? Did she bring the whole house with her?" He doesn't stop muttering to himself as people keep walking past him. One girl caught his attention, a beauty in skinny jeans and a red jacket over a cropped top. Wow, he seems to fall in love from first sight, he chuckled above himself, unable to take his eyes off her. She walked in his direction, did she really recognize him, he hoped he would be able to persuade this girl not to post a photo in SNS at least until evening. Although he was glad that such a beauty immediately recognized him, despite the fact that dark glasses covered part of the girl's face, her beauty fascinated him and he could not take his eyes off. The girl came up to him and, without saying a word, took a selfie with him, that's stunned him a little, which made him just look at her while she typing something in the phone.

“Sorry, you couldn’t uploading our photo to SNS for at least a few hours later, I’m here not officially, I don’t want a bunch of fans to gather at the entrance.” He asked politely, hoping to negotiate with this girl. “Please, and I'll leave you an autograph and buy you coffee,” he smiled broadly, trying to get her attention. He realized that he secretly hoped that the girl would agree to drink coffee with him, giving him the opportunity to get to know her.

The girl dropped her sunglasses on the tip of her nose and looked down at him before meeting his gaze, "What are you talking about, moron?" the girl answered him in a cold tone, putting on her glasses again and throwing her black leather travel bag at him. The girl picked up the phone, answering the call, heading towards the exit, while he looked in complete shock at the heavy bag in his hands, not understanding what was happening. "Yes mom. Mark met me. Everything okay, so don't worry and stop calling me every five minutes. And I love you" you hung up the phone, turning again in his direction, while he came to himself from the fact that it is YOU! And how that ugly twelve-year-old duckling from his memory turned into this fatal beauty, into which he practically fell in love at first sight?! "Are we going to hang out here until nightfall? Of course I understand the place is cool and all that, but maybe we'll go already?" you said pointing to the exit

“Oh, yes,” he muttered, still unable to come from the shock. He silently trudged towards the car. You got into the car after you greeted his manager, and he continued to stand by the car hugging your bag. The manager walked over to him and took the bag, putting it in the trunk.

"Mark, are you okay?" the manager asked him when he didn't even move

"What? Yes, let's go" he got into the car. You took off your glasses and sat with your eyes closed, why were you so beautiful. He could not think about anything all the way staring at you.

"You're staring!" you said irritably without opening your eyes

He turned sharply forward, turning away from you. What's wrong with you, - he scolded himself mentally. After drove to the agency and taking your bag, he went to the elevator “Let's go. You will have to wait for me. I have a dance practice," he said, clicking on the desired floor.

You entered the practice room where Jaebeom was waiting for the others, who are clearly late. Jaebeom's eyes widened when he saw you. Yep, apparently he had the same reaction, he laugh at himself.

“Hi, you must be ________! I've heard a lot about you, nice to meet you” Jaebeom smiled broadly as he stood up from the couch.

You came closer to Jaebeom shaking his hand and smiling broadly, which made you look even more beautiful. "Hi, me too. Wow, oppa you're so handsome. Can I take a picture with you, I'm a fan of yours” you said sweetly, and his jaw dropped from what he just saw

"Oppa?" he stared at you

“Yes, he's oppa. Isn't that how girls call handsome guys like you?” You didn't take your eyes off Jaebeom, obviously flirting with him while taking a selfie.

Jaebeom laughed, nodding his head, “Well, as you say. I'll leave you, I need to call the others and find out where they are. See you later” Jaebeom smiled at you before heading for the exit.

You waved to him and when Jaebeom left, you called your mom “Hi Mom,” you said when she appeared on the screen. “We just arrived at Mark's dance practice. He's so cute and let me be with them. By the way, he already booked a hotel for me.” You came up to him hugging him “Tell his became so beautiful, it makes to want to take him in arms, no?” you slightly pinched his cheek, smiling broadly

“Hello, good to see you,” he said to your mom, listening to her gratitude for agreeing to take care of you. After you said goodbye, you hung up, shoving the phone back into your pocket.

“I didn't even think that you could be so nice. I thought bitchiness it was your only nature" he said, throwing your bag on the sofa. You turned in his direction returning your cold look, which you gave him before." What hotel? What were you talking about? "

"You didn't think I was going to waste my vacation on you, did you?" You asked raising an eyebrow. “I have my own business here, so let's not interfere with each other. Send me your schedule so that I know where you are if mom suddenly calls. Unfortunately, we will have to have dinner together several times in order to send joint photos to our parents. I will write when I can, when I'll be know my schedule” you continued to say adjusting your makeup while he looked at you in bewilderment “You at least react somehow, otherwise I’m as if talking to a statue” you looked at him in the mirror.

“Great, otherwise I was afraid that I would have to be a babysitter. Tell me your number, I'll send you the schedule. What will you be doing, I need to know in order to answer my parents if they ask" He was not sure he wanted to know for an answer or because he really wanted to know what you would be doing.

"It does not matter. They should think that I am dragging everywhere with you. If I had said that I came here for work, they would not have let me go. "

"Work? Do you know anything other than making life difficult for others?" He chuckled. You took your black stilettos out of your bag and changed your shoes, stuffing your sneakers in your bag. In heels, you looked even sexier. Damn, what is he thinking about?

"Did you come up with a joke yourself or did you find it on the Internet?" you looked at him. "Anyway, let's keep avoiding each other." You said pretendingly smiling “Bye“ you took your bag and went to the exit “Btw...” you stopped near the door, turned and looked at him “Your face is my style” you winked and went out the door, leaving him standing in the middle of the hall with open mouth.

“What a crazy...” he muttered and sat down on the sofa. After receiving the message, he pulled out his phone.

Thank you, sonny. I was afraid that you would send someone else for meet _______. I love you.

He continued to look at your joint photo from the airport, he did not even pay attention to the fact that he was smiling so broadly at that moment. You were smiling too, you seemed so happy and friendly in this photo. He caught himself smiling all this time while looking at your photo. He closed his eyes, leaning on back, as he expected, as soon as you appear next to him, you can say "bye" in his quiet life.

... ... ...

Thanks God, neither his parents nor yours were persistent. Five days passed, and they never called or wrote. As like you ... why all this time he couldn't stop thinking about you. He should have been glad that he didn't need to take care of you, but why then did he not feel it. He was interested in what you were doing, where you were and who you were with. You sent him your schedule, if he could call it that, it was a list of dates marked 'busy' and 'free'. He took out his phone and opened your message, you were free today. For today, his schedule is over and he may invite you to dinner, although it might be too weird. Or not ... you still need to spend time together.

I'm free tonight and not even in a terrible mood, so I can sacrifice my evening and spend it with you.

It seemed to work out naturally, he laughed, rereading his sent message. He got a reply that made him practically growl.

I pass. There are more interesting plans.

An unbearable girl, he muttered, shoving the phone into his pocket.

"Everything okay?" asked Jaebeom, who was sitting next to him.

"Yes, everything is great. By the way, we are already free today and have not hung out together for a long time, besides, tomorrow is a day off. Shall we have a party? " he raised his voice to attract the attention of Jinyoung and Jackson, who were sitting in front.

Everyone made a noise, agreeing to his suggestions, discussing where to go. “How fortunate that we didn't wash off our makeup after the photoshoot. Maybe a club? " Jinyoung smiled broadly and everyone laughed.

"GREAT! A party!" clapped Jackson.

“It’s just worth changing. Unlike our faces, our clothes don't really fit the club.” He said while examining them, and everyone laughed again.

After three hours, they finally drove to the club. Turned out to "change clothe for the club" took longer than he could have imagined. They drove into the indoor club's underground parking lot, which was only allowed by invitation. It was the only place where celebrities could relax and have a good rest without worrying about going out in the morning millions of articles with incriminating photographs. All phones and other gadgets must be lefted at the guard at the entrance. They went inside behind the manager who escorted them to the table. Great, he thought, sitting down at the table. Their table was in a place where they could see everyone, but their no one saw. He looked around the hall sipping his drink while the others discussed everyone around.

“Wow who is this? Haven't seen her before" Jackson said, pointing to the middle of the dance floor. He and Jaebeom turned their heads and he froze wide-eyed when he saw you.

"Is it not a ..?" Jaebeom said with surprise

"Yeah, she is ..." he replied staring at the way you dance. What were you doing here? A thousand questions were spinning in his head.

"Do you know her?" asked Jinyoung, looking at you with interest too.

“Yes, we know” he and Jaebeom simultaneously answered

Some guy came up to you, beginning to dance next to you, obviously trying to meet you. He didn't even notice that his fists were tightening because of it. You smiled at the guy and turned away from him, you were clearly not interested in him. He couldn't deny that he was pleased with it. Unlike this guy who continued to persistently dance next to you and flirt, not wanting to accept your refusal. His jaw tightened and he got up abruptly from the table, heading to the dance floor, when this guy ran down your back and stopped his hand on your ass. He froze when a moment later you turned and twisted the guy's wrist, forcing him to kneel in front of you. He smiled broadly, continuing to walk towards you, apparently martial arts classes were not in vain. He came up to you and grabbed the guy by the collar with force, bringing him back to his feet.

"Are there no more shorter things in your wardrobe?" he asked, giving you a skeptical look.

You tilted your head to the side, looking at him in surprise "Do you really want to discuss the length of my dress now, daddy?!" you asked sarcastically. The way you called him daddy caused a wave of desire in his body. Stop, he was distracted, he kinda angry on you.

I'll be right back and we'll discuss your ‘more interesting plans’!” he said, pointing at you with his finger before dragging the jerk towards the guards. “Throw this garbage out of here, he was touching my friend, although she clearly refused him several times before,” he said when he saw a guard he knew. After the changes, this guy was escorted to the exit, and he returned to the dance floor. “We need to talk,” he said. taking your hand and dragging you towards the back exit, where the quiet zone was.

“Mark, let me go. Where are you dragging me?!" you kept trying to get out all the way. He closed the door behind him so that no one would disturb them when you entered the VIP room.

"What are you doing here and why do you look like this?"

"I look like?" you stared at him

"Like…"

"Like who?" you asked angrily, and you were right, your long-sleeved dress reached almost mid-thigh and was completely covered. But it hugged your beautiful figure, driving him crazy, wanting to run his hands along your curves.

“This dress is too short. What are you doing here? "He said the first thing that crossed his mind.

“You are not my older brother or parents to tell me where to be and how to dress” you shouted at him and you were right. But why was it so angry then that instead of having dinner with him, you chose to go to the club. Why now the only thing he could feel was excitement. "What's wrong with you ?!"

"Everything !!! Everything is wrong with me! Every time you appear in my life everything goes awry! ”

“Excuse me, what? Oh god damn sorry your fucking life is disturbed by my presence, Mr. Perfect Guy! ” you walked up to him poking your finger into his chest with every word.

"Shut up!" he screamed at you, no longer able to control his emotions

"Oh, no really ... let's hear how I destroyed your ..." He grabbed you, pressing you firmly against his body, closing your mouth with a kiss. It seemed that his brain was disabled because he absolutely did not understand what he was doing now. You tried to pull away from him, but he tightened his grip on your hair, deepening that killer kiss. Everything inside him turned upside down, plunging him into an all-destructive fire, not giving the slightest hope of salvation. He enjoyed too much, the sensation of your curves under his fingers, the sweet taste of your kiss, to think about the consequences.

He ran his hands down your back, squeezing your ass and pressing your body against his hard cock. You pushed him hard, causing him to lose his balance falling on the couch behind him. You left the room without even looking in his direction. He fell back on the couch, covering his face with his hands. “Congratulations, moron! You just ruined everything, "he growled, scolding himself. What was that all about. He thought he surprised himself more than you, in the moment he kissed you. How the thought that 'maybe he likes you' turned into a 'destructive passion', from which he could not control himself. But even more frightened him that if you had not pushed him away, he would not have been able to stop himself only with kisses. He pounded his fists hard on the couch before getting to his feet and headed towards exit.

"Have not seen _______?" he asked Jaebeom whom he bumped in the hallway.

“Oh, yes I saw her. She said goodbye, said that she was already leaving because tomorrow is a busy day. Weren't you together? It seems like you left together ... "Jaebeom looked at him in surprise

"Yes together. Well, I told you, she doesn't tell me anything except rudeness "he quickly changed the subject

“I don’t know, with me she’s always cute when we talk.” Jaebeom shrugged.

“That you only saw twice in total less than five minutes, of course she’s cute with you,” he laughed

"Not only when we meet, when we talk on the phone, too sweet"

"By phone?" his eyes widened

"Well yes. We exchanged numbers on the first day while we went down to the parking lot together. She told me to tell her how you are doing, because 'that angry ass, still won't write to her.'

“You seem to know more about her than I do. Maybe then you know what kind of job? " he could not hide that it made him angry

"Yes, she is a model, but her parents are against it, so I had to lie that she was going on vacation."

"I see you are almost the best friends!" he said through clenched teeth, and Jaebeom looked at him questioningly, “I don’t feel myself well, say goodbye to the guys for me. See you" he said as he walked past Jaebeom towards the exit.

He went outside breathing in the cool air. Taking his phone out of his pocket, he dialed your number "Where are you?" he asked when you answered.

"What is it to you?" you snorted into the phone

"Let's talk"

“ 'Let's talk' , or are you going to accuse me of all mortal sins again, and then you’ll kiss me?”

"Where are you?" his tone became calm and soft, least of all now he wanted to quarrel with you

"In a 7eleven a couple of blocks from the club," you answered by hanging up. When he reached the store, a wide smile lit up his face. You sat in a chair and dangled your legs with chopsticks in your mouth, waiting for the ramen to be ready. Now you looked like that the fidget he knew. Going into the store, he bought himself food and a few bottles of beer and after paid for everything, he went to you.

“Models have an interesting diet. Ramen, gimpab, kimchi and beer. Waaaaaa, and this is at one o'clock in the morning ... " he chuckled, putting his food next to yours, sitting down on a nearby chair.

"Who would say," you said took the chopsticks out of your mouth, examining his set. "When I'm angry, I always want spicy ramen," you said smiling broadly, stirring the noodles.

He laughed when you spat the noodles back out because you burned your tongue. "What a ninny" he said laughing. Tearing off your lid from the ramen, he made an envelope and stuck it into your hand. “Even children can eat ramen without burning their tongues. You take some noodles, put them in an envelope, blow on them and then eat them. " he brought chilled noodles to your mouth. “Eat” he said, placing a slice of kimchi on top.

"Yummy" you smiled, chewing on noodles and bouncing in your chair with happy. What a cutie, he thought, watching you.

He opened the beer and put it in front of you, swapping it with your closed “Here, drink”

“I could have opened it by myself,” you furrowed your eyebrows

“Yeah, that's why it's closed. Probably you almost broke all your nails while trying to open the can" he took your hands, turning towards him, examining your manicure.

You turned back and drank a sip of beer returned to the noodles "Did you come to watch on me or eat?" you said pointing to his food.

“Eat more slowly, otherwise your stomach will ache,” he smiled and you laughed

“From trying to fuck me, you went to worrying about my stomach. You never cease to amaze me today "you spoke so calmly about it that everything inside him turned into a tight knot

"I didn't try you ..." he couldn't even finish the sentence

“Okay. As you say" you got up and came to the bin throwing out the trash. "So what did you want to talk about?" You asked when you returned to your place.

“I ... About what happened in the club” he looked at his beer, unable to meet your gaze

“So...” you answered, and he stared at you in bewilderment, “What? It's you wanted to talk,” you raised the can of beer while taking a sip

"Don't you worries about that?" he asked you

“It pissed me off - yes, it worries me - not really. Does it worries you? "

"Yes, it worries me!" he looked at you with wide eyes

"Why?" you looked at him in surprise and leaned forward, getting too close “Mark, I'm not 12 years old. Even if you fucked me, it would have happened not because I could not resist you, but because I did not mind it" you whispered in his ear. “And here is my taxi” you got up from the chair pointing to the black car. “See you” you said and left, leaving him alone.

All he could do, was look at the leaving car. “Great talk,” he muttered, tossing untouched food and beer into the bin.

... ... ...

These few days he was more like a robot that does everything that is told to him. He stared out the window at the lights as his manager drove him home. The head was empty, or vice versa, there were so many thoughts in it that the brain stopped responding to them, simply mute it. Saying goodbye to the manager, he went into the house. You had the weekend ahead, maybe he should call you, he thought as he took the elevator to his floor. In all the case, you have to meet. He was staring at his door when he heard soft music playing from his apartment. Some of the guys came to visit without warning him, he thought, entering the code. His stomach rumbled with the smell of delicious food as he came in. "Whoever you are, I won't kill you just because of the delicious food," he said loudly, walking into the living room. He stopped when he saw you sitting on the couch. "What are you doing here?" he was completely taken aback by your presence, you were the last person he expected to see in his house.

“Is this your favorite question? Why do you keep asking it every time you see me? " you asked getting up from the couch. “I didn't know what you like, so I chose meat and wine” you went into the kitchen and turned off the oven, took out baked meat with vegetables and put it on the table.

"_______, what are you doing here?" he asked again because you ignored his question

"Preventing a zombie apocalypse?" you smiled while handing him a glass of wine

"What?" he frowned at the fact that he could not understand if he heard you correctly, "You just said zombie apocalypse?"

"Yes. Jaebeom said I turned you into a zombie. Since you are patient zero, you can still be saved. Probably. Judging by the symptoms and incoherent speech, you are doomed.” You went up to him, raised his hand and gave him a glass of wine, which he had not taken before.

"Really? Are we talking about zombies now? " he stares at you “I think I’m going crazy,” he muttered, drinking all the wine in one gulp. "Why are you here?" he stepped closer, placing the empty one on the table.

“Make a selfie for parents” you raised your phone and opened the camera. He pushed your hand away, causing your phone to fall to the floor.

“If you needed a photo, you would meet on somewhere alse, and not cook dinner with wine at my place!”

“You’re right,” you said with a malicious smile, brushing a lock of hair from his forehead. This angered him even more and he grabbed your hand with force, stopping you.

"Why are you here?" he screamed at you. He did not even understand how a moment later he found himself lying on his back with his hands pressed to the floor.

“Finish what you started” you said, digging into his lips.

His body reacted faster than his brain and he pressed your body against his, deepening the kiss. Rolling over, he was on top of you. He moaned as your legs wrapped around his waist, forcing him to rub his cock against your crotch. Pulling back for a moment, he tore his shirt violently, getting rid of it, not wanting to waste time for unbuttoning. Unbuttoning his jeans, he pulled them down to his hips. He lifted your skirt around your waist, ripping off your panties, pushing inside your pussy. He dug into your lips again, covering your mouth with a kiss as you screamed. He gripped your body tightly as you tried to pull away from him. He pushed hard at you all its length, causing your body to arched under him. He growled as you squeezed his dick hard. His head was spinning with pleasure, blurring the line between reality and ecstasy. He came out of you and pushed into you again with force. Your body relaxed with each deep thrust, making him want more and more pleasure. He pulled your blouse with force, getting rid of it, giving him access to your bare skin. He ran his tongue over your collarbone before biting it with his teeth. You hissed, digging your nails into his bare back. He abruptly left you and got to his feet, dragging you by the hand. He lifted you into his arms, pressing you against the wall again making a hard push into you. You hugged his shoulders tightly as he dug into your lips. This kiss was dizzying, revealing to you everything he felt now. Tenderness changed with passion and vice versa. It was crazy, he lost track of time.

It seemed to him that all eternity had passed, or maybe only five minutes. His moans mingled with yours as everything inside him raged, bringing him closer to orgasm. A wave of heat passed down his back, dropping down as you squeezed his dick hard, cumming hard. He wanted to hear as long as possible how you moan his name dissolving into your orgasm. His thrusts into you hardened, it seemed that something inside him snapped, releasing a wild beast that he was trying to hold back all this time. His fingers and teeth dug into your skin, leaving red marks on it. The more he fucked you, the more he wanted. His orgasm was like the horizon, which receded with each step towards it. Your body trembled violently in his hands with every thrust. He buried himself in your neck, hiding his smile. He growled loudly as he cum, filling you with sperm. The pleasure was almost painful, tearing everything inside him into small pieces. He continued to make shallow thrusts inside you, prolonging his pleasure, until he came to himself with intense pleasure. He put you on your feet, resting his hands on the wall and left a gentle kiss on your lips. He ran his hand over your body and laughed softly as you groaned while closing your eyes.

"Aren't you hungry?" you asked looking at the table with untouched food

“I'm terribly hungry. Let's continue?" he sank down and hugged your legs tightly, throwing you over his shoulder and heading for the bedroom.

"Oh my god ..." you moaned

"Sorry, babygirl, but he can hardly save you tonight" he slapped your ass and you giggled as he walked into the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

... ... ...

“You know that you look like a maniac when you smile like that?” Jackson said as he sat down opposite him. “At first you walk like a zombie for several days, now you giggle almost every second. Tell me honestly, have you lost your mind?"

He laughed at Jackson's words, it must have looked like that from the side. “No, I'm completely fine. I was treated to a delicious dinner.” He smiled broadly recalling that night. Dinner was really delicious, even though you ate it in the morning. He threw his head back on the sofa and closed his eyes, remembering how you yelled at him, saying that now you have to take a bath of bb cream, because your whole body was in red marks from his fingers and teeth. I miss you, he thought to himself. He has not seen you for several days, and why in the last days you have had more work than him. He opened his eyes when sounded a phone notification. He took his phone out of his pocket and laughed as he read the message from you. Oh yes, this is what he wanted to hear now:

I'm not hungry. Let's have dinner?

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Halloween Party (Terushima x Reader) [HTF]

So, I didn’t proof read this. My apologies. 

Also, it’s not the best because I’m not the best at writing and i’m very tired and sad because my halloween went to crap but y’know. whatever. 

Ily guys!! Here you go! 🥰

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: Cheating but not really. Language. Talk about sex. Talk about drugs. Alcohol and other college party stuff. 

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(Y/n), Terushima, Futakuchi, Atsumu and Taichi walked into Kuroo and Bokuto’s house later than expected, but there was a round of cheers for them as soon as they were noticed. Kuroo bounced over excitedly, his drink spilling over the edge of his red solo-cup as he pulled (Y/n) away to lead her toward Matsukawa and Hanamaki who were waiting for her in the backyard with Oikawa and Iwaizumi. 

She giggled upon seeing them in their costumes. Hanamaki had darkened his hair somehow so it was red but Matsukawa had left his, instead styling it slightly. 

“Oh my god, you two-” She fell into a fit of laughter as they strutted around and showed off their legs that were covered in thin white tights. She pulled them into a tight hug, thanking them for doing the group costume with her. “I love you guys, thank you so much!” 

Hanamaki and Matsukawa both laughed and shrugged it off. 

“Anything for you, (Y/n). You’re our girl.” Matsukawa said, slinging his arm around her shoulder. Makki wrapped his around her waist and Oikawa flailed his arms around excitedly. 

“Let me get pictures!” He shouted, his halo nearly falling off as he jumped excitedly and rushed towards them. Iwaizumi rolled his eyes but smiled at his friends. 

(Y/n) giggled at his annoyed look, curious on how Oikawa managed to convince him to do a couple costumes with him. They were an angel and a devil. Iwaizumi looked like he didn’t really care though, only wearing a red tight fitting t-shirt and black skinny jeans with a little devil tail clipped to his belt loop and a devil horn headband on his head. 

Oikawa on the other hand, was wearing a pure white robe that had gold accents. His cheeks were dusted with gold and he had a halo headband on. Gold bracelets went up his arms and he had big angel wings on. 

“He looks ridiculous, huh?” Iwaizumi asked as he caught (Y/n) eyeing his boyfriend's costume. She smiled and shrugged. 

“It’s cute. Yours though, mister. Holy shit. Who gave you the right to be that hot.” She asked, making him blush. Oikawa snapped a couple of pictures of the trio in their costume and then turned to admire Iwaizumi with (Y/n). 

“Iwa-chan is hot, isn’t he? But stop ogling my boyfriend! Go ogle your own!” Oikawa said, shoving his cell phone into Iwaizumi’s pocket. 

“Hey-” 

“Oh shush. You’re my pockets for the night, deal with it.” Oikawa demanded. (Y/n) smiled at them and then saw Terushima, Taichi, and Atsumu walk into the backyard. Terushima smiled at her lovingly before approaching. 

His costume, Boomer from the Rowdyruff boys, looked good. They went for more of an e-boy route so he was wearing a black and white striped long sleeve shirt under a blue t-shirt that had the iconic black stripe across the chest. He was also wearing black fishnets under his ripped skinny jeans. He stuck his tongue out and winked at her as he approached. 

“Hey baby girl,” He said, pulling her away from Hanamaki and Matsukawa who raised their eyebrows at him. 

“Look at this tool,” Matsukawa said as Terushima wrapped his arms around (Y/n)’s waist and rested his chin on her shoulder. He cocked his head to the side and winked at them. 

Taichi and Atsumu approached on either side of them. Taichi looked bored, but Atsumu was grinning. 

“Wow, lookin’ hot Matsukawa.” He teased. He’d gone with Butch from the Rowdyruff boys but instead of wearing a long sleeve striped shirt, he was wearing a black hoodie under his green t-shirt. And he had dyed his hair back to black just for the night.

(Y/n) had tried suggesting to just use some wash out spray to do his hair but she was a few minutes too late. 

Flashback to the night before

(Y/n) walked into her apartment after a busy day at work, Taichi trailing after her tiredly. They had been on the closing shift for the night. 

“Teru! Atsumu! Ken? You guys here?” She called into the apartment. She heard a loud crash in the bathroom and hurried towards it, dropping her bag on the floor in her rush. “Holy shit, what happened? Are you oka….y?” 

In the bathroom, Atsumu was sitting on the toilet with a towel wrapped around his neck and shoulders. Terushima was holding a bottle of hair dye and Futakuchi was laying in the bathtub, watching. 

“Why the hell didn’t you just use the halloween hair dye spray that washes out?” She asked as Taichi peeked in over her shoulder. He groaned and turned and walked away. 

“...I didn’t think of that.” 

END of flashback

“Fuck, I know.” Matsukawa said back, a grin rising to his face. They fist bumped. 

Hanamaki grinned at Taichi who shook his head. 

“Don’t.” Taichi said. He was Brick and he absolutely hated it, even though he didn’t wear anything out of ordinary. He was in a red jumper with singular black stripes on the upper arms. He had a lock and chain necklace on and a single dangly cross earring on.  He also was wearing a black beanie and he looked cute in (Y/n)’s opinion. 

“But Taichi, bro! You look good. We’d make a picture perfect couple, don’t you think?” Hanamaki asked, batting his eyelashes at him. 

“I’m going to find Semi.” Taichi disappeared after that. Hanamaki pouted but turned and grinned at (Y/n) again a second later. 

“I’m gonna go harass him,” Hanamaki said, making everyone laugh as he sprinted off. Atsumu and Matsukawa followed after him, leaving Iwaizumi, Oikawa, (Y/n) and Terushima alone. Oikawa smiled at Terushima but it was a bit forced. 

“You two look good. Don’t they, Iwa-chan?” Iwaizumi stared at the couple then he shrugged. 

“(Y/n) looks good. I dunno about Terushima though,” Terushima gasped and pulled away from (Y/n), glaring at the two older men. 

“You two are fucking rude.” He said making (Y/n) snort. “I’m going to grab a drink, alright babe? I’ll be back in a few, yeah?” (Y/n) nodded. He kissed her cheek goodbye and then walked towards the glass sliding door that was wide open. (Y/n) smiled after him and then turned back to her friends who were watching her with fond looks. 

“What?” She asked defensively. They shrugged. 

“You just look really happy is all,” Iwaizumi said, crossing his arms. Oikawa nodded in agreement. 

“You do seem happy. I’m glad. You deserve it, (Y/n)-chan!” She smiled at them and pulled them into a hug. 

“Aw, you guys…” She said as they both hugged her back. Iwaizumi was the first to squirm away, claiming he also needed a drink. Oikawa and (Y/n) let him go with little pouts but when they curled up on chairs next to the fire pit and chatted to themselves.

“So (Y/n)-chan. You and Teru have been together for a few weeks now, yeah?” 

“Yup!” 

“And he treats you right?” Oikawa asked, eyes narrowing. She nodded. 

“Of course he does. He gets a simp of the year award.” She said with a smile. Oikawa nodded and fist bumped her. 

“Iwa-chan does too. He’s very sweet behind closed door,” Oikawa winked and she snorted. “Speaking of behind closed doors. Have you two-” 

“No.” She replied quickly making Oikawa freeze with wide eyes. Then he smirked. 

“My my, (Y/n)-chan. That was a hard no, wasn’t it?” He asked and she rolled her eyes, pulling her legs to her chest as she stared at the flickering flames of the fire. “Why’s that? You’ve had sex before haven’t you?” She shrugged. 

“I- I guess I’m scared?” (Y/n) said, not looking up. 

“Why?” Oikawa frowned. 

“Because Yuuji has this image, right? He’s popular. Nice. Funny… I’m scared that once he gets all of me then he’ll leave because he’s had better and-”

“Sorry, I’m gonna stop you there.” Oikawa grabbed (Y/n)’s hand and squeezed it gently. “I don’t know Terushima too well, but from what you tell me, he seems like a great guy. One who respects you and cares about you a lot. I don’t think you need to rush to have sex or anything but I don’t think you should be scared to have sex either.” 

She nodded and smiled back at him. 

“Yeah… You’re right. I just-” (Y/n) was cut off by the back glass door getting slammed open. Iwaizumi was fuming and his hair was dripping with water as he walked towards them. “Oh shit, what happened Iwa?” 

“I swear to god I’m going to kill your boyfriend (Y/n).” 

“What? Why?” Her heart was racing.

“He fucking- that bastard just almost drowned me in that stupid apple bobbing bullshit!” (Y/n) and Oikawa laughed as Iwaizumi ran his hands through his hair. He flicked droplets of water at them and then sat in the small gap of the chair next to Oikawa before pulling his boyfriend onto his lap. 

Oikawa whispered something into Iwaizumi’s ear and the ex ace began to turn red. (Y/n) smiled and looked away from them as they started having their own little private conversation. She didn’t want to intrude so she stood up, saying she was going to grab a drink. 

“Hey hey hey! What’s up, (Y/n)!” Bokuto asked as (Y/n) entered the house. She smiled at him and patted his arm as he pulled her into a side hug. 

“Hey Bokuto! I like your costume!” He looked down at her confused. “I LIKE YOUR COSTUME!” She shouted over the music. He laughed and nodded. He was a sexy firefighter, wearing only the pants of the costume with suspenders and the helmet. 

“I like yours too!” (Y/n) smiled at him and then eyed Akaashi who was standing next to him, wearing a lifeguard costume (aka just a shite t-shirt with a red cross on it and red swim shorts). He had sunscreen smeared on his nose and a cheap flimsy whistle around his neck. He smiled at her as she got done looking him up and down and then also pulled her into a small hug. 

“Hello, (Y/n)-san.” 

“Hi Akaa-chii! He smiled at the nickname and patted her head before he was dragged away towards a beer pong table by Bokuto who was screaming at Kuroo and Daichi for a re-match. 

She chuckled fondly and kept maneuvering her way through the crowd of unfamiliar faces and costumes. She dodged angel and devil wings and even a long dragon tail. She also had to avoid the ass end of a donkey costume that was dancing wildly on the dance floor. 

She sighed as she got to the kitchen, reaching into a random cooler to grab a drink. She popped the cap off the bottle and took a long swig, her face contorting in disgust at the taste of whatever she grabbed. 

“Hey, (Y/n).” Futakuchi said as he entered the kitchen. She smiled at him. 

“Hi Ken,” She smiled at him. “Where are the others?” 

“Ah, Terushima is dancing in the living room I think and Taichi and Atsumu are doing keg stands in the game room.” She nodded and thanked him, heading towards the livingroom to try and track down her boyfriend. 

Upon entering the living room, she immediately spotted him. There in all his glory he was dancing with their newfound friends. Suga and a bunch of people she’d never seen before were hyping him up, dancing and jumping around with him. He was in his element. 

“Do it! Do it! Do it!” A chant started and Terushima laughed along, rolling his eyes. There was a girl with blonde hair standing next to him that grabbed him by the back of the neck, yanking him down and into a kiss. 

At first (Y/n) didn’t realize what was going on. And then it clicked. 

Terushima had just kissed someone. 

Her boyfriend just kissed someone that wasn’t her. 

Her boyfriend willingly just kissed someone that wasn’t her, in front of her. 

“What the fuck.” (Y/n) said, her hand that was holding her beverage falling limp against her side. Everything felt like it was in slow motion. 

Everything aside from Terushima was blurred as he laughed and joked with the girl he’d just kissed. Like he didn’t do anything wrong. 

(Y/n) realized that the only reason everything was blurry was because of the tears gathering in her eyes. But if Terushima was going to act like nothing was wrong, then so was she. So she left. She set her bottle down on the counter as she walked towards the door. Kuroo and Semi both tried calling out to her but she ignored them, exiting the house quietly. She wrapped her arms around her bare arms as she walked down the sidewalk and towards the unfamiliar city of Tokyo. 

She didn’t know where she was going, but she knew Kait was somewhere within the giant city. She just hoped that Kait had her phone on her.

(Y/n) walked a little further to a little empty park, sitting down on the empty swings. By now all the trick or treaters were gone and the streets were empty aside from a few small groups of teens who were laughing and teasing each other. 

“What the fuck,” (Y/n) repeated to herself as the image of her boyfriend kissing another girl replayed in her head. She didn’t want to believe that it was true, but she’d seen it with her own eyes as Terushima pressed his lips to some blonde girls. 

She didn’t realize that the tears were falling until they dripped down onto her lap and through her thin dress. She was shaking from the cold but she didn’t care. She only had to wait 15 minutes and then she’d be with Kait and they could figure things out together from there. 

Would she break up with Terushima? 

Did he not love her? 

Was he just using her? Did he get bored that fast? Maybe if she’d done more he wouldn’t feel the need to go off and kiss someone else. 

She tried to be enough, she really did. 

School and work filled a lot of her schedule but she always tried to make as much time for him as she possibly could. 

Why was this happening? 

“(Y/n)?” A voice called out. Was that Kait? Had it been 15 minutes already?

 (Y/n) looked up as she heard Kait’s voice call out to her.

“Kait?” 

“Oh (Y/n),” Kait rushed forward, followed by three other figures. (Y/n)’s lip quivered as she stood up from the swing. As she met Kait halfway the tears she’d been holding back broke free and she let out a choked sob as Kait enveloped her in a hug. “Oh, honey, no…” 

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Terushima laughed as he tossed back another shot of something clear. He knew it definitely wasn’t water as it made the back of his throat burn but he was okay with that. 

It was halloween night and he was at a party, the point of this entire night was to get drunk and have fun and that’s exactly what he was doing. 

“Yo, Suga! You were holding out of us with this guy! You knew he existed and didn’t tell us?” Tanaka laughed as he danced next to Terushima. Noya was jumping around excitedly next to them, screaming the lyrics to whatever song was playing on the speaker. 

Tanaka was wearing a blonde wig, an entirely pink outfit, imitating Regina George from Mean Girls. His girlfriend, Kiyoko was Aaron Samuels, wearing a simple blue mens polo shirt and some baggy jeans with her hair pulled back into a low ponytail. Noya was Gretchen Weiners but his brunette wig had ended up falling off when he did a keg stand earlier and he was just too lazy to put it back on. They had convinced their friend Kinnoshita to be Karen Smith but he was currently puking his guts out in the bathroom upstairs accompanied by Ennoshita and Narita who were Cady Heron and Janis Ian. 

“Yo I could kiss this man right now,” Terushima said as Tanaka poured him another shot. Noya smirked. 

“Do it!” Suga rolled his eyes but nodded in agreement. 

“Do it! Do it!” 

And soon enough the entire room was cheering for the two to kiss. Tanaka rolled his eyes but reached and grabbed Terushima by the back of his neck, pulling him down into a quick kiss. When they separated, they laughed and fist bumped, taking another shot. 

After a few more minutes of dancing, Terushima made his way towards the kitchen where Semi and Kuroo looked concerned. 

“What’s going on guys?” He asked as he pulled a beer can from a cooler. He popped the tab and took a sip as they exchanged looks of concern. “Hey, either of you two seen (Y/n)? I left her in the back with Oikawa and Iwaizumi but I haven’t been back there and-”

“Terushima, (Y/n) left.” Semi said, making Terushima freeze. 

“What?” 

“We both just saw (Y/n) take off out the door a few minutes ago. She looked like she was about to cry,” Kuroo said, making Terushima enter panic mode. 

“And neither of you tried to stop her?” 

“I- we called out to her. We thought she was just getting some fresh air or something, calm down. I’m sure she’s fine.” Semi said, making Terushima shake his head. 

“No, I gotta go find her. She doesn’t know her way around Tokyo. None of us do, what if she gets kidnapped?” 

“What’s going on in here?” Matsukawa asked as Terushima slammed his beer can on the counter. He pulled out his phone and started texting (Y/n). 

“Did you see (Y/n) leave?” 

“(Y/n) left?” Oikawa asked as he and Iwaizumi entered the kitchen. Terushima shook his head as he got no response. 

“She’s not answering me. Oikawa, text her.” 

“What? What the fuck is going on?” Iwaizumi asked as Oikawa pulled out his phone and began texting their friend. 

“(Y/n) took off a few minutes ago and now she’s not answering her phone.” 

“Okay so check all the rooms and stuff. And check outside. Try and find her around the house before we go out looking, yeah?” Kuroo said, making everyone in the kitchen nod and split up. Terushima and Semi went out the front door, calling (Y/n), hoping to either get her to answer or to hear her ringtone but there was nothing. 

“Fuck!” Terushima shouted. “I lost my fucking girlfriend and she’s probably scared and upset and-” 

“Do you think someone drugged her?” Terushima’s head turned at lightning speed and he glared at Semi. 

“Why would you even say that?” 

“I- what! It happens!” 

Well. That happened. 

Another post tomorrow <3 

Love you guys! I hope you had a Happy Halloween! Goodnight! 

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[haughtshotgun]

Hi! I’m enjoying these prompt fills!

Could you try prompt 63 please?

Thanks, Anon!

63. “You didn’t tell me you’re friends was cute! Now what am I going to do?”

Waverly sat at the bar with her sister, the older Earp was already a whiskey into the night. The smaller of the brunettes looked around the bar, apparently Wynonna’s friend was meeting them, but the woman was almost 20 minutes late.

“Are you sure she’s coming, Wy?” Waverly asked slightly annoyed and took a sip of her Chardonnay.

Wynonna waved her sister off and said, “Nicole is a lot of things, baby girl. She is bossy, can be uptight, and cares for rules too much for my liking, but late without reason is not part of her makeup. I bet her cat got out or something.” Waverly eyed her sister quizzically and sighed. She toyed absentmindedly with a coast, running her fingers along the edges when a slap to her arm startled her.

Waverly rubbed the spot her sister had just hit and whined, “Ow.”

Wynonna rolled her eyes and pointed at the doors, “Nicole’s here.” Waverly noted the genuine excitement on Wynonna’s face and it made her smile, knowing that the loner had a friend. The petite brunette looked up and felt the bar around her fade, all but Nicole. Her mouth dried like a desert and she found herself reaching for in wine in a desperate attempt to easy her thirst. The woman was tall, easily four or five inches taller than herself, with a lean yet sturdy build. She was wearing dark wash skinny jeans, a blue and white flannel, and navy beanie over her long, auburn mane.

“You didn’t tell me your friend was cute, Wynonna!” Waverly scream-whispered in her sister’s ear as Nicole spotted them at the bar. The ginger’s honey eyes lingered on Waverly for what felt like an eternity before her booted feet walked down the stairs and towards them. Next to her, Wynonna stiffened and turned, eyes wide and mouth agape. “Now what am I going to do?” Waverly asked, only half teasing.

Wynonna scolded, “You will do nothing, She will do nothing. You both will do fucking nothing. You hear me?” The older Earp scowled and took a sip of her whiskey but Waverly had no intentions of following Wynonna’s rules. Her eyes tracked Nicole as she ordered a whiskey before walking over to them. Next to her, Wynonna was muttering under her breath but Waverly was far too preoccupied, her gaze never leaving the ginger.

“Hey, Wynonna!” Nicole greeted her sister cheerfully before settling on the only empty barstool next to Waverly. The smaller brunette became hyper aware of how close Nicole’s leg was to her own and she took a sip of her wine to distract from the heat she felt. “Sorry I’m late… Calamity Jane, that minx, snuck out when I was trying to leave. Chased her around the damn neighborhood like a fool until I could corale her back in,” the ginger explained with a sigh then took a sip of whiskey. Waverly watched how plump, pink lips pressed against the glass and she wondered how they would feel pressed against her own.

Wynonna got into Waverly’s face and laughed, “Ha! Told you her damn cat escaped. My baby sister here was ready to write you off as a no-show.” Waverly felt her cheeks flush and turned to face Nicole, ready to explain herself to the stranger.

Nicole gasped dramatically and put her hand over her heart. “Well, Miss Earp, I hope we didn’t get started on the wrong foot now.” The ginger held out her hand and smirked at Waverly, like she knew what she was doing to her with that grin, and introduced herself, “Nicole, Nicole Haught.”

Waverly raised an eyebrow and took the ivory hand into her own. When their skin brushed together there was instant heat and Waverly noted the way Nicole’s mouth opened slightly at the touch. “Waverly Earp,” Waverly smiled and slowly pulled her hand back, wishing for an excuse to keep them attached. Something about her sister’s friend drew her in, like there was a magnet deep in her gut pulling her closer and closer to Nicole.

Wynonna looked between the two of them, her eyes jumping back and forth wildly, and she downed her second whiskey. “I am too fucking sober for this,” she hissed and stood up from her spot. They watched as she walked over to the other side of the bartop, right in front of the bartender, and sat down facing the man. “Keep ‘em coming. Pretty sure my sister and best friend are gonna fuck later, so WyWy needs her whiskey,” the older brunette announced loud enough for Waverly and Nicole to hear, as well as many patrons sitting at the bar.

An instant heat licked at her cheeks and Waverly looked down for a moment. When she looked up Wynonna’s piercing, icy eyes were locked on Nicole, mouthing what she imagined were threats. With a deep sigh she took Nicole’s hand and gave it a soft squeeze. “Hey, she invited us here to meet each other right? So… why should we let her ruin our night?” Waverly asked with a small, coy smile and Nicole turned her attention away from Wynonna and to her. Her eyes were a dark, golden brown like wildflower honey and she gave Waverly’s hand a squeeze back.

“You’re right, she did. Do you want to move to a booth for privacy? If she decides to join then good… if not,” Nicole trailed and bit her lip, “then great.” A Cheshire Cat grin crawled along Nicole’s lips and Waverly wanted to grab her by the cheeks and kiss it off.

She took a deep breath in and nodded. Waverly turned to look at Wynonna, to see if she was still steaming, but instead of finding an angry older sister, she was met with the sight of Mercedes sitting on the taller brunette’s lap. “Yeah, I don’t think she’ll be following us,” Waverly chuckled and tilted her head in the direction of the older Earp. Nicole followed the movement and Waverly laughed when her eyebrows shot up in surprise. Waverly shrugged and said, “Lead the way,” signaling to Nicole that she was ready for a little distraction.

“Right!” Nicole said and smiled, standing up with their hands still interlocked.

Once they made it to an empty booth, conversation began to flow easily between them. Waverly watched in wonder as Nicole talked about all of the places she had traveled to and explored. Nicole held her hand as she explained how hard it was when Wynonna went away. They shared laughs, more drinks, and by the third one, their hands toyed with each other on the table top and their feet occasionally knocked each other underneath. Waverly felt like she knew Nicole in her bones. Her laugh was a melody she knew the tune of. Her smile was a work of art she’d study before. Her touch was a comfort she felt at home with. There was something powerful and unexplainable about Nicole. All Waverly knew was her desire to learn more, explore more, and feel more of the ginger.

Nicole cleared her throat and ran her hand up Waverly’s forearm, goosebumps blooming in her wake. “So is Wynonna right?” Nicole asked and Waverly tilted her head to the side in confusion. She searched her brain for what Nicole could be referencing but found it empty as ivory fingers skated along the length of her arm. It was embarrassing how quickly the sexy and confident woman in front of her turned her useless. “Are her little sister and best friend going to fuck tonight? Because I would sure love to introduce you to my pussy,” Nicole deadpanned and smirked like a devil when Waverly choked down her sip of wine. The ginger leaned in, her honey eyes dark with want, and chuckled, “Cat that is. I’d love to introduce you to my pussy cat.”

Waverly put down her wine and looked at Nicole. The rest of the bar faded around them as only one thing echoed in her mind, Nicole. Waverly leaned the whole top half of her body over the top of the table and grabbed the ginger by the collar of her flannel. She pulled Nicole in for a kiss, firm and stagnant at first, both women afraid to make another move. But Waverly felt a flickering of a fire, like a match was lit inside of her. In an instant, she moved her mouth against Nicole’s with need. The ginger followed suit and soon they were in an ebb and flow, forgetting completely that they were making out in a crowded bar. When they pulled away their breathing was uneven and Waverly dropped her hands to Nicole’s shoulders. She massaged the built muscle there and chuckled, smiling like a fool. Soon, Nicole was laughing too and Waverly pulled her in for a quick peck before pushing her away playfully.

“Go pay the tab,” Waverly ordered, feeling a sense of accomplishment when Nicole’s eyes lit up in gleeful understanding. The ginger sweetly pecked her cheek before slipping out of the booth. Waverly hummed at the touch and stared at Nicole's well-defined ass as she sauntered over to the bar. Wynonna accosted the ginger as she tried to pay her tab, Mercedes played with the older Earp’s hair and whispered in her ear in an attempt to calm her down. Waverly scooted out of the booth and waited for Nicole at the front door. She waved at Wynonna when she looked her way but the older brunette only gave her a halfhearted gesture, her eyes distracted by her phone.

Nicole all but sprinited up the stairs, making Waverly giggle, and said, “Ready, Waves?” The brunette broke out in a big grin, it being the first time Nicole used the nickname, and held out her hand.

“Ready,” she confirmed with a nod and laced their fingers together. Nicole set the pace for their walk, both of them enjoying the easy silence until Waverly felt her phone vibrate and heard Nicole’s go off. While they walked they checked their phones, both of them stopping in their place as they read the message.

Wynonna Earp created a new group chat: Break Her Heart and I’ll Break Your Face 🥊

Wynonna: Did the two of you really think I didn’t see this coming? I’m stupid but I’m smart. You dummies just got set up! Haught, read the group name, read it again. This is your first warning. Tomorrow we have the full shovel talk. Baby girl, go easy on her okay. She just had a rock climbing accident like eight months ago. Anyway, have fun, use a condom, bye!

The women turned and looked at each other, mouths agape in shock. Wynonna set them up. She wanted them to like each other. Nicole broke first, howling in laughter as she doubled over. Waverly followed, shaking her head at the ridiculousness of it all. Once they collected themselves, they continued their walk to Nicole’s apartment. She rested her head on the ginger’s shoulder and felt at ease. They took in each other’s energy, enjoying the night, until Nicole’s curiosity bested her.

“So, what should our safe word be?”

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[chilling-seavey]

There Goes My Life - Chapter Five

A/N This is quite hostile behaviour between the girls...

Sunday, October 31, 2038

The last place Penelope wanted to be on a Sunday night was a frat house. Clementine had somehow convinced her to tag along to the Halloween party that her boyfriend was throwing with his friends. Penelope was never really good at saying ‘no’ to people, especially her older sister, so she found herself standing outside the two-storey house that was already packed with sweaty young adults in their so-called costumes. Clementine led her two girl friends and her sister up the front porch steps in her tiny red cheerleader outfit that Penelope was sure would give their father a freaking heart attack if he saw. Penelope honestly felt like it was gonna give her a heart attack too, avoiding looking anywhere near her sister’s short skirt as they walked up the steps into the house.

Penelope hated being there from the second she stepped foot over the threshold, the trashy rap music quite literally shaking the house and the mass of people dancing and talking and kissing made Penelope’s mind reel. Her first party and she already wanted to leave barely two minutes in. This was definitely not her scene.

Girls were wearing skimpy outfits that somehow were supposed to pass as costumes and even some of the guys were showing a bit too much skin. Penelope kept her stare on the ground with wide eyes, afraid to look at anyone for too long and end up with some sort of confrontation. She had somehow let Clementine put her in a tight red crop top with her black skinny jeans and slipped plastic devil horns over her dark hair and even though she was pretty much the most dressed one there, she still felt self-conscious and hugged her arms over her chest.

Stumbling through the smell of alcohol and sweaty and horny teenagers, Penelope managed to find a clear spot by the kitchen counter as Clementine and her friends poured some drinks into red solo cups. Penelope was breathing heavily.

“Well, look who showed up.”

Penelope looked up to see none other than the host of the party sitting on the marble counter like a king. Clementine situated herself between his legs and draped her arms over his shoulders before leaning in for an open-mouthed kiss as his hands dropped to her bum.

Penelope took a shaking breath and leaned back against the counter to scan the crowded party.

“Here. Loosen up a little.” Clementine’s friend shoved a cup into Penelope’s hand.

“I’m not nineteen yet.” Penelope tried to pass it back to only be met with laughter from the friend group.

“Relax, sis.” Clementine said. “Drink up.”

Penelope eyed the boy’s lips on her sister’s neck before looking into the cup in her hand, swirling the clear liquid around before smelling it and brought it up to her lips for a little sip. It was only then that she noticed how much she was shaking. She really just wanted to go back to her dorm room and sleep.

They ended up sitting around the living room, Penelope squished between Clementine on her boyfriend’s lap on her left and a couple on her right who were thirty seconds away from taking their clothes off…or so it felt like. The music still pounded on as Clementine and her friends talked loudly and Penelope could feel it thudding in her head painfully.

She was a full drink down by that point and it seemed to only add to her anxieties, feeling more than oversensitive to everything around her; the music overlapping the loud chatter and shouting, the cool fall air coming in through the open doors mixing uncomfortably with the sweaty bodies around her.

“Clem,” Penelope started, turning shakily to her sister.

“You’re fine.” Clementine sang, pushing her cup up to her lips and Penelope took another forced drink. “Just relax, okay? I won’t let anything happen to you. I promise.”

A group of boys came in loudly, shouting over each other and pushing through the crowd to get to their group and they all greeted each other with high fives or handshakes. Penelope wanted to melt right into the ratted leather sofa.

One of the guys flopped down onto the couch between the other couple and Penelope, nearly falling right onto her lap and Penelope shrieked shyly.

“Shit, sorry, little girl.” he chuckled, eyeing her up.

Penelope tugged up her shirt to cover herself more.

“Never seen you around here before.” he smirked, draping his arm around the back of the couch.

“She’s my sister, Duke. Leave her the fuck alone. Stop being a creep.” Clementine reached over to smack him.

“You don’t look like sisters.” Duke snorted, looking between them. “One of you adopted?”

“You’re an idiot.” Clementine rolled her eyes, taking something from him that he held out to her.

The exchange went on right in front of Penelope’s eyes – literally – and she gaped at the rolled joint that her sister took followed by the lighter flicking on.

“Clem, I wanna go back to the dorms.” Penelope whispered.

No one heard her over the noise.

Penelope finished her drink and leaned forward to set the empty glass on the table.

“Oh, don’t put that down.” Clementine held the joint between her two fingers and her boyfriend took a drag right from her hand as she grabbed the cup again and pushed it into her hands, “Some of the boys here are a little fucky.”

“I wanna leave.” Penelope tried again, pushing the cup back towards her sister.

“We, like, just got here, Nell.” Clementine frowned, bringing the joint up to her mouth.

Penelope watched the smoke tumble from her sister’s lips and she felt tears welling in her eyes between her uncomfortable fear and her over-sensitive state making her brain start to short circuit.

“Clem, I need to leave.” Penelope grabbed her sister’s arm but she was pushed off.

“So leave then. I’m staying.” Clementine scoffed, leaning back into her boyfriend.

“I don’t feel safe walking across campus at night, I would like you to walk me back.”

“God, Penelope! You’re an adult! Fucking walk yourself! Jesus!” Clementine snapped, making a few of her friends stop talking to stare at them.

“You’re a fucking bitch.” Penelope spat, throwing her empty cup at her sister before pushing her way through the crowd to the front door. She could barely hear her older sister calling angrily after her before she emerged onto the front porch, throwing herself against the railing with heavy gasps, trying to catch her breath and nearly choking over the weed she was basically forced to inhale. Her whole body was trembling and she tried to take a few breaths as she stumbled down the front steps and onto the sidewalk. A few stragglers on the lawn looked over at her but no one offered any help to the clearly distraught girl.

Penelope sobbed loudly as she rushed down the sidewalk, arms tucked over her chest in the small top she wore, shivering with cold and anxiety and nearly tripping over her own feet with each messy step. When she was far enough down the street that the music was only a muffle in the distance, she leaned against a streetlamp pole and pressed her hands over her ears to try and calm down.

She didn’t even remember pulling out her phone and dialling but the soft steady ring against her ear had her taking a shuttering breath as her eyes closed.

“Hey, baby.” Daniel said through the line.

Penelope bit hard on her bottom lip, already calming down from only his voice and she leaned her head back against the pole.

“Penny? You okay?”

“Yeah. I’m fine.” Penelope whispered. “Just…had a bit of a freak out but I’m okay.”

“Okay…just wanna talk it through?”

“Yes please. Can you stay on the line with me?”

“Of course…as long as you want me to.”

Penelope nodded, even if he couldn’t see her, and she started walking back towards campus on the dark suburban city streets.

“What were you up to tonight?” Daniel asked.

“Just hanging out with some of Clementine’s friends.” Penelope mumbled, wiping her nose with the back of her hand, supressing a shiver as a gust of wind blew by.

“Are you outside?” Daniel asked.

“Uh, yeah.” Penelope sighed. “I’m walking back to the dorms.”

“By yourself?”

“Yeah. But it’s no big deal.” Penelope said to really assure both of them as she looked both ways and crossed a street. “It’s not a far walk. Figured I’d stay on the phone with you.”

“Okay.” Daniel spoke softly, trying to hide his nervousness at the idea of his eighteen-year-old daughter walking the streets of a strange city alone at nearly 10:30 at night. “I’m sure Clem would have walked with you.”

Penelope couldn’t hold back her scoff, “I know.”

“What was the scoff for?”

“Nothing. We just had a bit of an argument. Sister things.”

“Oh.”

“Don’t worry about it. It was stupid. We’ll come around like we always do.”

“I know you will.”

“What did you do tonight?” Penelope asked quietly as she made it onto campus, letting her father’s voice calm her down as she walked through the night.

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[intruality-overlord]

Too Soft

2081 Words

Summary: A one night stand goes off the rails. (No smut, just feels.)

AO3 link:

Patton surveyed the room while he nursed his beer. While alcohol was great and all, the drink was more for something to occupy his hands than anything else. Patton wasn’t here for the drinks.

Patton found exactly what he was looking for in the form of walking sin in ripped skinny jeans and a crop top. Perfect. He spotted the green devil across the room mingling in a swarm of sweaty bodies doing whatever he thought passed as dancing. It was the best worm impression Patton had ever witnessed. Mostly random wiggling. With that permanent devilish grin and booming cackle louder than the blasting music, Patton was sure he knew exactly how ridiculous he was.

He seemed to attract as many people as he scared away. Probably with horrendous flirting.

Suddenly, the girl they were currently chatting up threw her drink in his face. Patton snorted. Apparently loud enough for the green devil to hear and— Oh fuck they were making eye contact. Those green eyes were electric. Bright with mischief.

Goodness, and that mustache groomed to goofy perfection.

Welp, Patton was just trying to work up the courage to approach him but it looked like the green devil was doing it for him now. All he had to do was remember however the fuck to flirt.

…and figure out how to remember something he never knew in the first place.

Patton traced his eyes over him in what he hoped was an appealing way. They seemed to not so much walk, but more move his lanky body by swinging his legs in the general direction he wanted to go in.

Soon enough, he was saddled up beside Patton at the bar (and if Patton had any doubts if he was queer, he knew he must be by the way he mocked of concept of chairs). Up close, Patton could see he had several tattoos. He also had many piercings in each ear, not necessarily matching in jewellery or placement, as well as a septum piercing with a cute emerald gemstone (that was glistening with the alcohol he hadn’t bothered to do anything about yet).

“Enjoying the view?” The stranger flirted.

“I was enjoying the spectacle,” Patton tried teasing. That earned him a warm, toothy smile.

“You were staring longer than that, cheeky,” he smirked, finally deciding to dry his face off on his sleeve.

“What did you do to deserve a soak in the first place?” Patton asked.

“Some like the direct approach, others not so much,” he shrugged. Patton giggled. Then giggled more when the stranger's jaw dropped. “My name’s Remus by the way,” he rushed out somewhat breathlessly.

“I’m Patton. Pleasure to meet you Remus-by-the-way.”

Remus snorted.

Damnit, Remus was charming and adorable in his own way and fuck Patton wasn’t supposed to be thinking like that! He’s sexy damnit! Think sexy! (Patton excused his nausea as butterflies.)

“Could you give me an example?” Patton plowed onwards.

“Hmmmm,” Remus pretended to think, twirling that ridiculous but majestic mustache. Propping his chin on his hand like a pillow, he watched Patton with a slow smirk as if he could already imagine waking up to him tomorrow. “I'm always on top of things. Would you like to be one of them?”

Shocked laughter punched Patton’s lungs. That shouldn’t have made Patton blush hard enough to nearly pop a blood vessel.

“So… your opinion?” Remus giggled too.

“I think…”

As he thought, his eyes wandered again. Patton was still taking in the view. There was just so much to admire with this fascinating man. Inked flowers embellished his deathly pale skin. Roses. Though the design was more focused on the thorns appearing to draw bright scarlet blood rather than the monochrome blooms. It started from behind his ear, slithering down his neck and disappeared into his shirt. There was another glimpse of the ink at his exposed midriff, and it teasingly peaked through the ripped jeans too.

Patton really wanted to see the rest of that damn tattoo.

“I think I like you,” he answered truthfully, with a smile way too soft for the situation.

“I think I like you, too,” Remus parroted. The words and his smile, with his own bastardly twist.

If anyone could fix Patton, it would be this green devil.

“Wanna ditch this place?” Remus quirked a brow at him.

“Please,” Patton said before he could reconsider.

“Sweet,” he said, his grin somehow relaxing while his eyes just grew brighter. “My place or yours?”

“Yours.”

~•~

As soon as the door softly clicked shut behind them, Remus turned around and…

Took the time to bother locking the door. Huh. So far, Remus was the most responsible person he’d ever been with. While Remus fiddled with his keys (for what was only a second or two), Patton twiddled his thumbs. This night really was a strange one.

Giggles boiled over Remus at the sight. “Cutie,” he purred, and took Patton’s hand. Calloused fingertips smoothly slipped into his hand, cradling not clamping onto him. Patton was instantly fascinated by the touch. Squeezing their palms flush together, Remus’s palm was glowing hot like a live light bulb.

Patton stumbled as Remus abruptly tugged him up a short flight of stairs.

Wait— were the skipping the making out at the door bit? But that was the best part! Well, Patton wasn’t a huge fan a body sandwiching him to a hard, unforgiving wall, but did this mean they were just skipping straight to—

Patton’s blood ran cold like abandoned soup.

Before Patton registered that they were already at the bedroom, those burning glass hands were hoisting him up by his thighs. He scrambled for his shoulders— damn there was more muscle on his bones than Remus’s thin frame flaunted— with a squeak. Oh, maybe they were just using the bedroom door or walls instead—

Nope. Remus gently lay Patton down on his bed, looming over him. Fuck, the mattress was practically hotel quality. And Remus… His hands were still snuggly glued to his thighs, using pure core strength to hover above him. Breath skated across his skin. Electric green eyes warmed his cheeks with their reverent gaze, and Patton wondered if they were actually a green angel this whole time. Patton found he’d never felt so comfortable in a position with his legs hooked around a stranger’s waist. It took him off guard.

Yet what surprised Patton far more was—

“Can I kiss you?” Remus asked as he smiled down at him. And it sounded like a genuine question.

“O-oh, yeah, of course,” Patton stuttered. They normally didn’t ask that— so they were gonna do the making out part? Wasn’t it just implied that he could kiss him? That was the whole reason he was at his house? It wasn’t that Patton didn’t expect Remus in particular to… have bad manners, Patton just expected Remus to be like everybody else.

“Are you okay?” Remus said, his eyebrows crinkled gently in a way that made Patton’s stomach feel like it was stuffed with wriggling pom-poms— in a good way. Wait, is that what butterflies are supposed to feel like? “I-I’m sorry I’m just a-a bit nervous,” Patton mumbled breathlessly.

Shoulders relaxing into smooth broad slopes, Remus smiled with a tiny sigh. “You’re so cute,” Patton swore he heard embedded in that sigh of honey. “That’s okay,” Remus reassured, “I’ll go as slow as you want.” Slipping a hand behind his neck, tucked beneath his ear, thumb settled on his jaw, Remus whispered, “or as fast.” And that cheeky grin was back. A smile hesitantly lifted his cheeks even as Patton gulped like he was swallowing a rock.

More teeth than lips met his when Remus kissed him, but Patton didn’t mind when he could feel him smiling. That smile was just as bewitching to feel against his skin as it was to ogle at.

Then Remus's weight steadily settled on top of him. Doing the kissing part on cushioning blankets instead of wood digging into his spine was luxury. His mustache tickled, and that septum piercing did too as Remus pressed closer. One hand teasingly trailed up and down Patton’s neck in broad soothing strokes while the hand on Patton’s thigh was a comforting constant. Teeth clashing morphed into a sweet but firm press of lips, only to revert back with the addition of tongue.

Somehow, Remus even made that sweet and gentle.

Teasingly, the tip of his tongue traced the seam of Patton’s lips, followed by slightly sloppier, mostly closed mouthed kisses. Patton properly sunk into the mattress. Then Remus seemed to remember himself and parted specifically to ask, “Is this okay?” As if it was just as vital to ask that as it was to pause for breath. It was even more confusing the second time, honestly. They were already kissing, why was he asking again? Nonetheless, Patton hummed a blissed out, “Yes,” preemptively parting his lips.

Until it suddenly wasn’t.

The gentle caress of velvet touch was swapped for an unyielding, slimy slide against his own tongue. Remus’s breath was becoming heavier and his heart thudded through his chest and against Patton’s. He nibbled Patton’s lips and his hand wondered further and further south.

Right. This. God, Patton was feeling so many feelings and none of them were horny like he’s supposed to be!

Leaning back only as much as necessary, Remus pulled back to yank his shirt off. Remus’s one hand settled back on his thigh like it belonged there, stopping the heat escaping. He tugged at the hem of Patton’s shirt next and asked, “Is this okay?”

No! No, go back to just kissing me like you loved me at first sight! Please, go back to kissing me like you want to know me tomorrow!

“Yeah,” Patton said, despite his throat tightening.

Using much more care than he did with himself, Remus hauled Patton’s polo off. Patton felt way too naked.

Remus eventually sat back on his hunches, Patton’s legs falling away either side of his hips, and Patton could finally get a good view of him. Following a tasteful patch of chest hair, there was a trail of hair that led all the way down to his waistband. Though the thought of what it led to crossed Patton’s mind, he couldn’t help but think it just made Remus’s tummy look incredibly cuddly—

Focus Patton!

Just like he predicted, Remus’s tattoo wandered all around his torso. There were some other tattoos as well, including some old stick’n’pokes, practically indecipherable. Patton’s eyes raked over them before he remembered he should touch them too.

Settling his hand on Remus’s torso, he forced himself not to freeze. He followed his contour, along the roses, across his stomach— that really was soft, yet solid— he flinched when he grazed Remus’s waistband. Wavering, his hand fluttered back up to rest on Remus’s neck, right below his ear where his thumb bumped into a dangling earring.

A hooligan with tattoos and piercings and everything his parents would hate.

Remus’s smile was dampened with that tender look tinged with worry. Patton’s shivered. Patiently, Remus attempted to comfort him by pressing his own hand over his so Patton could feel his thrumming pulse.

He was way too damn soft than he had any right to be— why was Remus making this so difficult?

“…Are you okay, Patton?”

His vision wobbled.

Patton dragged the green devil back into a kiss. Soft, closed mouth lips just against lips. Then Remus kissed back, threatening to add in teeth again with his smile making a comeback.

But the kiss didn’t break apart because Remus couldn’t tame his grin. No, Patton couldn’t hold back his rush of tears anymore.

Patton sobbed against the lips of the stranger he thought could fix him, and broke him instead.

Despite Patton desperately clinging to his neck to keep him close, Remus ripped himself away and scrambled to the foot of the bed.

“I’m sorry!” Patton curled into a ball, covering his shamefully tear streaked face, “I don’t kn-know what the he-hell is wrong with me!”

“It’s okay,” Remus whispered, “there’s nothing wrong with you, Patton.”

…

…

“We could always watch a movie instead,” Remus offered gently. “I have microwave popcorn,” he added.

Patton peaked out from behind his knees. “...Popcorn?” He sniffled.

“Popcorn.”

Remus hesitantly reached out a comforting hand. Patton snatched it up. The green angel smiled.

Maybe Remus broke him, but maybe Remus was the key to rebuilding himself, too.

#lallyphant’s writing #sander sides #thomas sanders #ts sander sides #patton sanders #ts patton #remus sanders #ts remus #intruality #moduke #sanders sides #ts sanders sides #sanders sides fic

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Be My Baby/Devil Like You

This fic is based on Bea Miller’s Be My Baby, and Gareth Dunlop’s Devil Like You. Yeah I know, that’s a bit of a whiplash between two songs.

Fic Synopsis: Roman knows how to dance, Patton knows how to pray, Remus knows how to use his mouth and Logan knows how to shut it. Meanwhile, Virgil and Janus think they’re all idiots and are begging for some healthy communication. (University!AU)

Warnings: alcohol, creepy dudes being creepy.

Ships for the whole fic: Intrulogical, Royality, Anxceit, Logan/Remy/Remus/Emile.

Word Count: 3967

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Read on AO3

The trip had, surprisingly not been Remus’ idea, but Virgil had banged at all their doors after two weeks of everyone soaking up their own misery and declared, loudly, that they were all going to be going out tonight. “You don’t have to drink alcohol,” he’d declared emphatically to the people poking their head around the door to see what the commotion is about “But you do have to have fun!” 

Roman and Remus had, obviously, no qualms with this plan; Remus is, after all, twenty different shades of self-destructive, and Roman loves an excuse to dance. It’d been a while since any of them had been out of the house for anything but work and class. Patton had shuffled awkwardly from one foot to another and Virgil had sighed. “Yes, you too Pat, you need to experience some life, and if you don’t like it then you don’t like it! But at least you got to try it, right?” The blond had sighed, nodded and smiled tightly. 

Around 8 in the evening Remus and Roman had knocked on Logan and Patton’s door respectively. Logan told the other to come in, whilst he stares in contempt at his wardrobe, analysing if any of his clothes would be suitable for wherever it is they’re going. When his friend, or partner, or whatever they had yet to decide they were, wanders into the room and quirks an eyebrow at him with amusement written all over his face, he sighs and admits defeat. “I have no idea what to wear.” 

“Come on,” Remus grabs his hand and drags him to his own room. 

That is, by the way, how Logan ended up wearing leather pants and shuffling shyly from one foot to another as he looked up at the dark-haired man. He definitely blushed. Remus stared at him in a way that is no short of hungry. “Do you think we have time to…”

“Not even remotely,” Logan had muttered back, pulling at the fabric of the blue shirt he was wearing, it was such a floaty material and he almost didn’t feel like himself at all. “Your libido can wait,” still, he leaned up to kiss Remus gently because he didn’t want the other to feel rejected by any means. 

Across the hallway, Patton had been in a similar predicament; what do people wear to get drunk? Is there any point in dressing up for the occasion? Then the knock at his door had him warily giving the person on the other side permission to enter. Roman wandered into his room wearing ripped skinny jeans and a deep red shirt; his face shining with makeup and glitter and Patton felt his heart stop as he stared at the other man with awe and wonder. He has so much creative talent, and he looked amazing. 

“Struggling to pick an outfit?” Roman smiles sympathetically, wandering over to Patton’s wardrobe, most of his clothes are very baggy and clothes that he’d owned for years, giving Roman the impression that he’d been gradually losing weight over the past few years. A lot of these clothes would not have been picked for someone who could fit into them twice over. 

“A little bit,” 

Roman shuffles through the wardrobe with a hum and pulls a nice blue shirt out off a hanger, “I have some pants that would go nice with this, they don’t fit me anymore so if you want them you can keep them.” Patton slid off the bed as the other man gestured for him to follow, he gets handed a pair of white ripped jeans and ushered into Roman’s bathroom, where he changes. The jeans are a little baggy on himself, so he asks if the other man has a belt. 

“Uh...well,” Roman had stammered, before grinning “Sort of, I don’t have any normal belts but…” He grabs about five out of his wardrobe and dumps them on the bed, all of them customized but the blue-eyed man can’t tell if it was by Roman or not, they look so well done. And yet he feels like he could never pull off any of them. Patton sighs a little and looks up at the redhead for some guidance, he catches a sparkle of glee in the other man’s eyes, almost excited to be coordinating his outfit. “Here,” Roman picks up a belt that has little metal heart studs on either side of the buckle, it’s not too extravagant “...pull your pants up over your hips a little,” Patton does as his told, holding breath as the other slides the belt through the little loops on his jeans. His fingertips brush against Patton’s stomach as he fastens it, and the other man has to briefly question whether these pants are too tight after all.

Still, he breathes and collects his thoughts, trying to calm the way his heart is racing. If Roman notices he doesn’t say anything. “Want any makeup? I don’t think we have much time but a little bit of glitter…” “Yes,” Patton mutters, but he’s not sure if he’s saying yes because he likes glitter or Roman in close proximity of himself. Either way, the taller beams at him and grabs a little jar of makeup glitter. He wets the small eyeshadow brush with a little bit of water, and tells Patton to close his eyes, in two sweeping motions he had a little wing of gold glitter over his eyelids. The blond can feel so much awe in his chest as, with another brush, Roman dusts glitter over his cheekbones with a look of fierce concentration on his face. 

He thinks about Roman, what he’s heard of his childhood and the things he must have endured to even remotely be proud of these simple little acts of rebellion; makeup, skinny jeans, women’s shirts. And Patton is utterly in awe of him.

The overwhelming urge to kiss someone is not one Patton had experienced often in his life, but Roman is so close to his face, his expression nothing short of adorable. Still, he resists, not particularly because he wants too, but because he doesn’t know how to get rid of the blockade that screams ‘wrong, no, bad,’ in a tone that sounds very much like his own father. “Alright, and you’re ready to go!” 

They both make it out of the room about the same time as Logan and Remus, Patton stares at Logan’s legs for longer than necessary. Roman, however, coos “Awh, you’re wearing his clothes! You’re matching, that’s gay,” Logan had offered a mildly unimpressed expression whilst Remus grinned a little maniacally. 

Virgil and Janus leave Janus’ room, Virgil is wearing a mesh shirt and there’s a litter of love bites over his collar bones that make Patton think of all the times he’s heard the two of them...having fun, together. 

They’re actually all going to give him a heart attack tonight. Or his hormones will, whichever comes first. 

If there’s one doubt he no longer has, it’s that he’s not gay. He’s definitely gay, and he should be panicking about that, yet he’s a little distracted at the moment. It’s just now Logan’s walking in front of him and holy shit who decided to put him in leather? The answer is, of course, Remus, because if there’s one thing he likes more about having a regular partner, it’s having one in leather. It feels a little disrespectful to stare, so Patton averts his gaze to the floor under his feet.

Roman sighs a little beside him, and Patton looks up at the other as they wander down the stairs and out of the university. “I didn’t realise Logan is hot and now it’s too late,” the redhead jokes lightly. It is a joke, not that Logan isn’t hot but not exactly Roman’s type, and if he asked he’s fairly certain Remus wouldn’t have a problem with him ‘borrowing’ his partner, he’s less sure Logan would say yes, however. 

“He is pretty,” Patton replied absently, a light sigh on his lips. 

He loses track of all the streets they walk down until they’re stood on a street that is very loud in the heart of the city. Clubs thrum with music and there’s the sound of cheerful shouting that makes Patton feel a little anxious, but he shoulders it and takes a deep breath, following after Virgil down some steps to a bouncer where they all show their IDs. 

The inside is even louder, and Patton feels a little uncomfortable, so he seats himself at the bar and shakes his head when he’s offered to dance. Roman offers to stay with him, but if he has to be honest with himself just for one night, it’s that he really just wants to watch Roman dance. So he shoos him away.

About half an hour later, Roman is definitely drunk, but he’s not the sort of drunk that it really shows. He’s happy and smiling and lighting up underneath the greens and blues and reds of the club lights, the glitter on his face catching against the flashes. Patton is sat down at the bar, sipping cola with his feet dangling over the stool, just watching Roman and how in his own zone he is. A few different men had tried to dance with him, but he doesn’t seem to have an appeal in that tonight, he just wants to be happy. 

Patton can understand that feeling. He wonders if it’s the alcohol or the music, or how generally unaware of the rest of the world the other man currently is. Should he dance? Would it make him happy? Should he drink? Would that make him happy? He eyes the drinks at the bar cautiously, he doesn’t know what half of this stuff is. “First time at a club?” A voice calls out to him, a stranger, the blond looks up to the source of the voice, a young man with dark, short hair, and dark brown eyes. 

“Uh...yeah,” Patton replied, his cheeks red in the dark of the club. 

“Can I buy you a drink?” The small man shuffles uncomfortably in his seat, stammering a little as he looks at all the alcohol. “Ah, first-time drinker too?” The blond nods, squirming in his seat at the intensity of the other’s expression, like he’s seeing straight through him. The bartender eyes the two of them out of the corner of his eyes, before approaching as he’s waved over. “You have got to try this, it’s delicious,” the stranger tells Patton before he turns to the bartender “Can we both get a Galactica please?” 

The bartender meets Patton’s eyes, he swallows nervously, before nodding. Two minutes later he had a tall, almost neon drink in his hands. It smells like fruit and stares at it for a long time before leaning over to the straw and sipping it. 

It really does taste nice, he had always assumed alcohol tastes as it smells, but this tastes like raspberries and strawberries and there’s a little hint of something cool, like the kid’s drinks you would get as a child that are full of sugar. Patton drinks some more, slurping through the straw until half the drink is gone. “Better?” the stranger asks, Patton isn’t sure. There’s a pang of hollow guilt in the pit of his stomach, but he isn’t quite feeling the alcohol yet. 

Until he is. It starts at the back of his neck, and his shoulders, a sort of weight that felt like heavy butterflies. He also feels a little dizzy too. He looks over at Roman again, and then back at the stranger. “I...uh…” 

“Hey it’s alright, just loosen up, let the alcohol do its magic, come on, let’s dance,”

“I haven’t finished my…”

“It’s alright,” The tone seems snappier, and Patton feels out of his depth, but he takes the hand that is offered to him. He doesn’t really know how to dance and he doesn’t really want to dance he wants...he wants Roman. But he’s being dragged by his hand into the dancers and then there’s a hand on his hips and he’s far too close to someone he doesn’t even know the name of. He can feel panic rise up his throat, a claustrophobia like nothing he had ever felt making his stomach turn.

“Hey!” there’s a short, clipped tone and a hand rests on Patton that he knows, that he registers as safe. “Mind keeping your hands off of him? He’s clearly fucking uncomfortable,” Patton feels himself become untangled from the strange man, his eyes half-open as he registers red hair and soft hands and...he buries his face in Roman’s chest. 

“Hey man, I didn’t know he was taken, go easy,” 

“That’s not the point,” Roman doesn’t have time for an argument however, so he just shakes his head and guides Patton out of the crowds back to the bar. “Just some water please,” The bartender nods, and grabs a bottle of water and some ice, pouring both into the glass and sliding it over to them both. 

“Is he alright?”

“Just not used to...how much did he drink?” 

“Half a cocktail, take him out back to the smoking shelter, he needs some fresh air, just bring the glass back.” Roman nods and guides Patton towards the smoking shelter, it’s a little fenced out place outside in the cool air, there’s only a couple of smokers there and they each give the two a sympathetic smile. He sits the blond down and kneels in front of him, telling him he needs to drink water, Patton drinks, slowly. He’s shaking a little bit. 

“If you wanted to drink, you should’ve told me,” Roman mutters “I would’ve ordered you a shandy or something, cocktails are made with a lot of alcohol, and you have about as much meat on your bones as a pin needle.” There’s a tinge of humour to his voice “That bastard knew that that’s why he got you to drink it.” 

“I didn’t...I didn’t want to drink, I just felt uncomfortable.” 

“General rule of thumb, if a strange man walks up to you and offers to buy you a drink, order something without any alcohol, he just wants you intoxicated.” Patton’s eyes went a little wide, and he swallows. 

“What like…?”

“Yeah,” Roman squeezes his hand gently “but you’re okay, when I saw you weren’t at the bar I thought maybe Janus and V had taken you outside for a little bit, but I was getting anxious so I looked around a little, you looked like you were about to pass out when I got to you, but I get the feeling that wasn’t because of the alcohol.” 

“No, well, I mean my entire brain feels like it’s spinning but I felt like I couldn’t breathe and he wouldn’t stop grabbing me and it just…” Patton shudders and sighs, drinking more of the water “Sorry, I probably ruined your night,” 

“I’d rather be sat out here talking to you than in there with a fuck ton of people I don’t know.” Roman moves off from the floor now that the other has regained some of his calm, sitting beside him instead. Patton leans his head on Roman’s shoulder, breathing calmly in the still air. He loves how Roman smells, always like fruits or flowers, or something that should be fancier than it is; he smells like alcohol and sweat too right now, but none of these things deters Patton like they usually do. “Are you okay?” The redhead asks, turning his head a little to look at the other, Patton leans up and smiles. 

“Been better, been worse,” Roman grins a little. He looks so pretty, glittering in the evening sky and the lights of the smoking area. He looks calm, all that adrenaline subsiding for the sake of some peace and quiet (or as quiet as it can get with the club music pouring into the outside world. For the second time that day he wants to kiss Roman, but not sweetly, he wants to kiss him until his lips turn blue from lack of oxygen. He leans in quickly, just wanting a taste, but Roman leans back, a gentle hand on his chest as the redhead shakes his head. His heart sinks in his chest and maybe the rejection shows on his face, but the other man only smiles kindly at him. 

“If you still want to kiss me in the morning, then come and kiss me, but you’re drunk and a little scared right now, and I’m not going to take advantage of that.” Patton just wants to kiss him more when he says that, but he understands even if he knows that come morning he won’t be brave enough to do it. This is his only chance. But Roman is right, he can’t use alcohol and adrenaline as fuel for an existing problem that certainly won’t go away just like that. Otherwise, he’d spend the rest of his life getting drunk to kiss someone he loves. 

At least he knows he’s not mean after a drink, he’d rather be scared than angry, rather be shaking than hurting someone, there’s one solace in all of this. 

Janus and Virgil (apparently constantly joined at the hip), enter into the smoking shelter. Virgil’s a little tipsy at best, whilst Janus doesn’t even look like he knows what drunk looks like, pushing a cigarette between his lips. “Is he alright?” The blond asks, bringing a lighter to the cigarette in his lips. 

“Better without you breathing cancer at him.” Roman replies with a snarky tone. 

“Can I try it?” Patton asks quietly “Might as well get all my sins out in one night.” Virgil laughs and collapses next to him. 

“You’ll hate it,” The purple-haired man warns him, lighting his own cigarette and taking a drag before handing it to Patton. The blond holds it between his fingertips awkwardly “Breathe slowly,” He breathes in slowly, but it’s caught off with a cough. Patton spits on the floor after a few minutes of trying to breathe again. “Told you,” Virgil snorts, taking the cigarette back gently, Roman hands Patton his water with a shake of his head. “Feel like smoking again?” 

“No thank you,” Patton goes back to leaning his head on Roman’s shoulder, but now with a slight pout. “How do you even smoke those?” 

“With depression,” Janus replies “And unhealthy coping mechanisms.” The man leans back on the bench, watching smoke blow around them, Patton tilts his head where it rests on Roman’s shoulder to stare at the wisps as they blow with the still wind. “So what happened? Did you drink?” 

“Yeah I did, I don’t think it’s for me,” he sighs “maybe one day I’ll try again, but that was not...nice,” 

“Some guy forced an actual cocktail down his throat,” Roman uttered bitterly, extending his arm around Patton to take a cigarette from Virgil, he keeps his arm around Patton’s shoulder after he’s taken the cigarette, lighting it with his free hand and passing the lighter between hands to pass to Virgil. “Asshole,” 

“Shit man, you have the BMI of a toddler you shouldn’t be drinking like, gin and vodka, you start with a fuckin’ beer and some lemonade.” Patton snorts a little in response and shrugs sheepishly. “We really should’ve given him more time to prepare for this.” 

“Sorry, I didn’t think,” Virgil sighs. “But hey, are you enjoying yourself now?” Patton smiles and leans up off of Roman before nodding, the arm around his shoulder feels protective, like a little baby bird under a strong wing. “It’s nicer out here, I think, quieter, makes the banging in my head chill out, plus you can smoke outside.” 

“We should start heading back soon, before Patton passes out...hey has anyone seen Remus and Logan?” 

“They went to the bathroom about half an hour ago.” Virgil hums in reply to his boyfriend, smoke pouring as he speaks. 

“Ah okay, so they should be out here in about five minutes, Remus will want a cigarette, he’s drunk and he’s just…” Roman coughs a little, quirking his eyebrow at Janus as Patton stares up at him with confusion. “What?” 

“Why would he take half an hour in the bathroom?” The curly-haired man asks. 

“They went together,” Janus replies, at the same time Virgil replies with: “He’s getting his dick sucked.” 

Roman groans and shakes his head “Don’t want to think about it!” Patton feels like he should’ve reached that conclusion himself, but he’s too tired to care as he rests his head back on Roman’s shoulder; he’s still not recovered from walking in on Remus and Logan that day. The way Logan’s head was tilted back, the sounds he made, the look on Remus’ face and the flushed red on their skin. Patton remembers how warm he’d felt watching them, the twist in his gut that was reappearing just thinking about it. 

Virgil and Roman were bickering but he wasn’t really listening, his mind had trailed off in thought, not about Logan and Remus or that strange warmth that thinking about that day gives him, but about Roman. Or specifically himself and Roman, the thought shocked him at first as that familiar guilt crawled through him but he pushed past it, the wish to think about something whilst he was numb enough to consider it. 

That is cut short by the loud announcement of a far too cheerful Remus, and Logan who trails behind him looking uncharacteristically dishevelled. Patton can’t help but laugh shortly at the other’s expression, and Logan cracks a smile when he laughs despite himself. “Awh Re, did you not let him…?” 

“Virgil, again, my brother!” Roman’s voice is exasperated and the two start their back and forth again, and Patton laughs, he brings a hand to his mouth to try and stifle the giggles, but once he starts he can’t stop, to a point where he doesn’t even remember why he was laughing. Remus grins in response to the laughter, wrapping his arm around Logan’s shoulder and pressing a kiss to his forehead. 

“Logan’s grumpy because the alcohol has worn off and it’s past his bedtime,” the man in question nods with an expression that says that was an apt conclusion on his face, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Alright, let’s get the drunk church boy home,” 

Patton hiccups and nods, he holds Roman’s hand so he doesn’t get lost in the crowds of the club, but finds he doesn’t want to let go once they’re back out into the cool air, so he doesn’t. Roman does not mind. 

When they get back home Virgil kicks open his own door and drags Janus with him, so Patton knows he’s going to have trouble sleeping at least an hour. Remus kisses Logan much softer than he’d expected to witness between the two of them before they say goodnight. “I don’t know how I’m getting out of these pants,” Logan muttered “But if I ask Remus for help I won’t be sleeping at all, so I’ll suffer for that,” 

Patton smiles and leans against the wall with a nod, watching the other disappear into his room. Roman leans against the wall next to his room door, eyebrows raised, “are you okay?” he asks, Patton nods to say he is before he sighs. 

“Yeah, I’m sleepy,” He rubs his eyes and yawns. “Good night Roman,”

“Good night Pat,” the nickname makes his heart feel warm, as he pushes open his bedroom door with a smile on his lips, all but ready to pass out for the night. 

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The following contains mentions/implications of abuse, attempted sexual harrassment, mentions/implications of past sexual abuse/assault, graphic depictions of homicide/torture, mentions/implications of past suicide attempts, implications of police/military violence. Reader discretion is advised.

Johnny didn't learn for a while what the house wanted from him. It was clear that it demanded something of him. The ceiling seemed too low, mold-ridden even if he couldn't see any. The floors were freezing- wooden and splintering, but he hadn't bled once despite getting some shards embedded painfully into his hands when he searched the ground for his pencils after the moon went down. 

Every number he called about the electricity going out lead to a dial tone. His phone was strangely the only electronic- the only appliance- that still worked in the house. He had no idea how much time had passed since he'd been left in the bathroom to die and woke up with stark scars on his forearms, the shower curtain draped over his body, and the bathtub dry as a bone. And Vargas gone. For good it seemed. 

He almost wanted to believe it was a nightmare- that it all was a nightmare. So he tried to pick his life back up as he stepped out of the bathtub and went to find clothes and the thermostat.

One day, he found a bill on the table in front of the TV. He couldn't remember when he'd received any mail recently- let alone opened it. Even stranger than the bill was the message that had been printed on it. There wasn't any amount under 'AMOUNT DUE.' The only other print on the paper was red text reading 'UTILITY SERVICE TERMINATED DUE TO NONPAYMENT. REMIT PAYMENT TO CONTINUE SERVICE.'

There wasn't an address or a phone number to contact regarding the bill. Johnny was left confused over how to alleviate this debt. He didn't know who, when, where, or what. The only thing that he still had control over was the 'how.' He needed a job. 

 After digging around for a week or so, Johnny managed to uncover his portfolio that he'd submitted copies of alongside Edgar. He was not about to go back there- they loved his boyfriend and always doubted Johnny's judgment. 

There was a new comic publishing company; a start-up with a promising, rich CEO that was recruiting new styles. Macabre. Gothic. Grotesque. Mindfuck. It was perfect for Johnny. 

He put on the best outfit from his closet, something with a blazer and no rips in the jeans. He'd done his hair until the two antennae that hung over his face were hidden amongst the rest of his combed blue hair. Johnny walked into the office feeling confident that his second chance at life had been a blessing or a reward for surviving. 

Everyone working at the company currently was skinny, wired, and brutal. Nobody seemed to actually be creating anything- instead, they were all busy working on photo manipulation and advertisements. There also seemed to be someone altering a passport photo meticulously. 

Johnny's meeting with the CEO started off alright enough. The man listened to the artist speak about his work and he even asked a few things here or there. He asked something about the paint choice and Johnny responded in a way that he hoped didn't sound too try hard but also genuine. In truth, Vargas didn't let him use anything else.

Maybe he could sense that. Maybe the man could tell that Johnny was an easy target. Maybe Johnny had painted 'patsy' on his forehead in asshole-vision invisible ink.

Whatever had caused the conversation to turn towards Johnny's personal life- particularly his relationship status- was unimportant. He wanted to leave, but he figured that the man would probably ask that for reference purposes or perhaps personally-identifying information. Johnny told the CEO that he was single, recently left a relationship with his ex-fiance. The way that the man reacted should have said enough to him, but he tried to reason with his brain; he was overreacting. 

But to put it crudely, the CEO wanted fresh meat and Johnny was a free-bleeding fresh cut. Eyes still clear. Silent like a fish out of water, when he moved over and started massaging Johnny's shoulders, saying how awful that must have been. That he was there for him. That he was recently divorced himself. He understood. 

Johnny felt his hand being moved, heard a zipper being pulled down, and when the CEO moved his mouth to press against his ear, all Johnny remembered was that he had the other man's letter opener embedded in the space directly below his eye socket. He registered the crack of bone giving under unforgiving metal. The burst of red sprayed across his face and his shirt. The screaming. His screaming. 

He was on his knees over the blubbering, defaced CEO shouting out as if he was emptying every last moment of anger or shame or hurt into the puncture marks that kept adding up. Johnny wasn't sure if he was crying or that his body was finally catching up- maybe he was having a heart attack. 

He has no idea how long he kneeled on the grimey black floor of the CEO's office before he realized that nobody was coming. Surely, someone must have heard them. Was the police waiting right outside the door- bullets trained on him- ready to shoot to kill? The man who was under Johnny's blade was miraculously still alive- dying- but still actually alive and he only then heard the tiny whimpers of 'please, don't kill me' 'I'll change.' 

Johnny grabbed the man's stripped, bloodied face, digging his fingernails into the wounds, and his heart sung with the screeches that rung throughout the office. There was nothing else there except for Johnny and the filth disguised as a human being. 

He listened to him plead, held his face in his hands as the man continues to plead pathetically. Johnny's heart nearly jumped this time when he claimed 'he'd change'.

"No; you won't." His voice was venomous, low and angry in a way that sounded calm. "You will never change. You know what happens when I give people like you the opportunity to change? Do you? They stop for a little while, sometimes days, sometimes decades, because they're so fucking scared for their life. For jail time, for repercussion, Hell maybe for the Devil himself coming to fuck them up the ass for what they've done. But when the Devil doesn't come, when the tabloids remain silent, when the name becomes deceased or missing or disappears completely, you go right back to what you'd been doing before. You put your fingers or your face or your dick wherever you want because you think you're untouchable. You think you are above the lives that you've ruined. You think that they deserve it- or maybe that you deserve it for being so good for so long, right? Well, guess what?" 

"You won't get to do that because I'm going to end your life right here, right now. I'm going to end whatever cycle of abuse that may or may have swept you up and corrupted you - brought you to believe you somehow are entitled to this pain that you inflict on others. And I'm going to enjoy it."

The man was able to only let out a sharp 'please, no' before Johnny grabbed his skull and twisted it until he heard a snap and the person below him had turned into a corpse. Into a past tense. 

He was coated in blood. 

Johnny dropped the body unceremoniously before he shakily got onto his feet. It was copious. It was gruesome. He threw up into a potted plant near the door. He gathered his portfolio into his arms and picked up his application from the CEO's desk. Johnny slipped the single piece of paper into the paper shredder, watching it turn into dozens of tiny bits of future bunny bedding.  

He braced himself before he stepped into the workplace. He expected a lot of things. He expected to see a huge stack of chairs and terrified workers huddled behind them like frightened raccoons. He expected SWAT, FBI, CSI, NCSI, the Navy, Army, Air Force, Coast Guard, and the Marines. He expected to have a bunch of horrified, traumatized faces staring back at him.

Instead, they looked annoyed. And the only people who were annoyed were the ones whose desks were closest to the CEO's office door. They glared at him, sneering like he was covered in shit and not in blood. Then they were completely disinterested. He was just some freak. They gossiped amongst themselves, but otherwise didn't approach Johnny. 

The man tore out of the comic publishing building and ran all the way home. It was midday- in the middle of December or January, where the sun was absent and the wind was unforgiving. Johnny had sweat through his stained clothing and the temperature change between the outside and the inside of his house was minute. The only shelter he had from the Winter chill was just covering from the elements.

Johnny walked into the bathroom and over to the bathtub and tossed the downed shower curtain out of the way. The water was freezing and felt like needles against even his clothed skin as he attempted to wash away the blood. It streamed down, staining the white porcelain as it streaked off of him and into the drain. 

The man had put his head against the tile, directly under the showerhead as he held himself. His eyes were shut tight, so it took him a moment of brief confusion before he opened his eyes to the bright lights of the bathroom and a gradually increasing warm shower. 

The water was perfect now and after getting past the initial shock, he undressed and continued to clean himself off the best he could. All that remained after he finished was the blood caked under his fingernails. He would cut them later. 

Johnny dried off using a somewhat warm, scruffy towel, it had been hanging there on the rack since he first awoke in the bathroom. He wrapped it around himself before he explored the rest of the house. It was warm, and the lights were all on. The electronics were all buzzing in a way they hadn't unless in memories. He opened the fridge and found that the food in there had not rotted. He picked out some lunch meat from a drawer and savored the usually incorrigible processed salty ham. He couldn't remember the last time he ate. Or the last time he slept. 

He needed clothes. He needed to get rid of the clothes at the bottom of his tub. Johnny went over to the bedroom where he hadn't tread since awakening. The light was on. The bed was still done but looked slept in. He went and grabbed the first shirt and pants and underwear that he found and then quickly went to clean up the mess in the bathroom.

He wrung the blazer out, pink-red water had poured and then streamed and then dribbled. He repeated this with the pants and then the shirt and his underwear and socks. His boots were not salvageable. That's fine. It was all fine. 

At least for now he did not have to immediately worry about paying the bill. In fact, the house felt warmer when he returned inside after he buried the clothes under the dirt of his dead front lawn. Johnny found a new paper attached to his freezer. He figured he'd missed it when he first went for the ham. 

He took it down after he grabbed a bag of microwavable pizza pocket bites. Johnny didn't know what it meant and how it happened, but he didn't want to look a gift horse in the mouth. He was given another chance for a reason. He gnawed at his fingernails as he watched the plate spin in the microwave and the house hummed with life as it was finally fed.

'PAYMENT RECEIVED. 

UTILITY SERVICE WILL RESUME AS NORMAL. 

EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY. 

THANK YOU.'