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babybottlepop96 · 3 years

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Home Again Chapter 1

Jean x Marco

Summary: Jeana and Marco have been friends since the tender ages of 5 and 7. They grow together and fall in love.... then Jean disappears.

Warnings: This story will contains mentions of past rape and abuse. The violence parts will probably be descriptive, but the rape will not be. There will be eventual smut further along into the story.

~20 Years Ago~

"Jean, honey, this is mommy's new boss, Mr. Bott. He is the man who is going to help us, so I need you to be on your best behavior, okay?" The small five year old with ash blonde hair, dark brown undercut and honey golden eyes nodded his head as he stared at the tall dark haired man with dark chocolate eyes.

"Nice to meet you Master Jean." The man smiled down at the boy with a warm smile. "This is my son, Marco, he just turned seven a few months ago. Heard you enjoy dinosaurs and superheroes?" Jean nodded as he stared at the boy just two years older than himself with wide eyes, mapping out all the freckles along his tanned skin, milk chocolate eyes staring back into his own with a smile that could make the grumpiest of men relax. "Marco has a boatload of dinosaur and superhero toys, Marco, why don't you show Jean your room?" Marco smiled, grabbing Jean's hand and dragging him up the giant spiral staircase to the second floor.

Once inside the room, Jean's jaw dropped, the size of Marco's bedroom was bigger than his whole house combined. The ceiling was high with detailed trim along the edges, painted in a dark brown and a pale maroon shade of red. The bed was bigger than what any seven year old should have, a giant flat screen tv was mounted onto the wall across from the bed and games, movies and toys filled the rest of the room. "Do you want to play a video game? I have Spyro the dragon, Crash Bandicoot, Mario Kart?" The freckles kid asked, naming off games while setting up one of the many gaming consoles he owned.

"I… ummm.." Jean stood there nervously, rocking on his feet while twiddling his tiny thumbs. "I've never played a video game before." He looked up to see Marco smiling at him.

"That's okay! I'll teach you! We can start with Mario Kart, it's a multiplayer game, so I'll be able to teach you!" He smiled proudly as if he just won first place at the spelling bee.

"Oh, okay! Thank you!" Jean grabbed the controller Marco handed out to him with shaky hands. The two sat down on the squishy blue and purple bean bag chairs and started a game, Marco showing him how to pick his character, how to move and control the kart and how to throw the special abilities gained when hitting the boxes with the question marks.

"So, Jean, what's your favorite color?"

"Purple." Jean spoke as he tried to concentrate on what he was doing on the screen, still having a bit of trouble with the turns.

"Cool! Mines red!" Marco spoke as he gestures to the room around them.

"Favorite food?" Jean asked, stealing a glance at the older kid next to him, he couldn't help but smile, Marco's smile was infectious.

"Spaghetti! Well, all kinds of pasta! Penne, ravioli, ricotta-"

"I thought ricotta was a cheese?" Jean questioned, he wasn't actually sure himself, he just knew that cheese was a luxury in his home, never having enough money most of the time for really fancy things like cheeses.

"Oh, yeah! It is!" Marco giggled, "I just really like ricotta cheese." Jean giggled too, this kid was alright. "You're my new best friend, Jean."

~8 Years Later~

"Will you just shut up, Yeager?" A thirteen year old Jean Kirstein, as calmly as he could, spoke with his fist balled up at his sides as he walked out of the middle school building.

"Come on, Kirstein, didn't your poor piss excuse for a mother teach you it isn't nice to tell people to shut up?" Eren, the school bully, asshole and dick, in Jean's opinion, insulted. That's when Jean's resolve faded into nothing and landed a swift punch to the tanned, unblemished skin, a crunch was heard throughout the whole parking lot. Eren fell to the ground but quickly regained his strength and landed a kick to Jean's guy. The wind was knocked from Jean's lungs, but his anger was dominant. He lunged for the bastard who insulted his mother, the only parent he ever knew who worked her ass off to make sure he survived, to give the douche-nozzle a good pounding, but warm, strong arms held him back before hos fist could collide with it's intended target.

"Jean." A warm voice whispered in his ear, Marco. He relaxed in the freckles arms but he was still livid. "Let's go." Then, he was dragged off to the black Chevy Impala.

"Is that your boyfriend Horse Face? Man, I knew you were fruity but seriously? You could do better!" Jean almost got out Marco's grip, but the taller, older teen had his grip firm and all but threw the teen into the back seat.

"Jean-"

"No, don't start Marco! He taunted me about how I have to live my life, insulted my mother, then insulted you! He deserved to get his lights punched out!" Jean yelled, unshed tears forming in the corners of his Carmel eyes, threatening to spill any second. Marco just simply drew the younger into his arms and the driver drove towards Bott Manor. "He… he doesn't have to be so mean! I never did anything to him!"

When they finally pulled into the Manor, Marco led Jean to his room, the same room they first became friends in eight years ago. The stuffed animals and small toys are now replaced with books, CDs and even more games and movies. Marco sat them down on the bed and neither spoke for a few minutes. "He was right, ya know." Marco finally spoke and Jean looked at him like he had four heads. "You could do better than me, if we were together."

"Marco Bott, you stop right there! No one could ever replace you! You are literally the best person alive! If I had the balls to kiss you I would!" Jean and Marco's eyes widened and Jean turned into a blushing, flustered mess. "Oh my god! I'm so sorry! I.. I don't know why I said tha-", but Jean couldn't finish, Marco's lips pressed firmly against his in a gentle yet passionate kiss that spoke thousands of words and so many feelings.

"I love you Jean." Marco whispered as they pulled apart, foreheads still touching as both tried to regain their breath and slow their hearts. Jean cupped Marco's face in his hands and kissed him again.

"I love you too, Marco."

~2 Years Later~

Jean Kirstein, fifteen year old freshman at Trost High, walked through the park on his way home after work. He hates his job, hates working behind the counter at the local Taco Bell, hates that Eren works there too in the kitchen as a prep cook, hates dealing with annoying ass customers with snarky attitudes complaining that their crunch wrap supreme doesn't have enough sour cream. Well sorry, Karen, I don't make the fucking food nor do I determine how much sour cream goes on it. Today was a particularly bad day, Eren called off claiming he was sick when Jean really knew he was out with his "boyfriend" leaving him to prepare food and take orders. Then someone took a dump on the men's bathroom floor, didn't even try to aim for the fucking toilet! Just took a shot right there in the middle of the goddamn floor which he had to clean up himself while his manager bitched about him not doing his job at the counter. All Jean wanted to do was go home, talk to his boyfriend for a little before he eventually went to bed and got up early the next day for school.

It was a simple request that he wished for while the clock ticked by slowly. Jean was so into his own head, he never heard the footsteps coming up behind him until it was too late. A wet cloth covered his nose and mouth, his eyes widened for a second before the world faded to black.

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"We have to find him!" Marco shouted at his father who was looking at him with a solemn expression. Marco paced back and forth in front of his father's desk, hands taking through his u kept hair. He has barely slept a wink since Jean vanished three days ago, his mind wondering about all the worst scenarios it could think of.

"We are trying, son, but we have no evidence of anything taking place. No struggle, no personal belongings, nothing to suggest anything has even happened."

"But Jean couldn't have just vanished into thin air! He wouldn't run away either! He loved his mom too much to just up and leave her and me…" Marco trailed off, thinking about his and Jean's time together over the last two years. Picnic and arcade dates, eating pizza and hot wings while they binge watched their favorite tv series at that moment, the soft and gentle kisses they shared between one another before they parted ways, always promising to text each other once they got home, letting the other one know they got there safe. That's the single most reason why Marco knew something was wrong. Neither of them forgot to send the 'im home safe and sound' text. Not once, in the ten years that they've known each other, did they miss sending that text. Even as children and Marco's father gave Mrs. Kirstein a cell phone as a gift to keep in contact, did they miss THAT text.

"Son, we are doing everything we can to find Jean. But we also need to think rationally, Jean might not ever be found." Marco froze at those words, Jean may be lost forever? He may never see those honey eyes, beautiful smile, perfect sketches and vibrant paintings painted by those slender pale hands and fingers? May never run his hands through those soft locks of ash and brown ever again? That's when Marco broke, he screamed and fell to the floor in a fetal position on the floor. His father looked at him with hurt in his own dark chocolate eyes, for him, his son and Jean's mother who was currently out looking for her only child as they speak. Don Bott rose from his leather chair and walked around the desk, kneeling in front of his son. He put his hand on his back and whispered a pained, "I'm sorry, Marco."

~10 Years Later (Present Day)~

Here he was, once again, at an underground auction. Mr. Bott hated these things, but he had no other choice, ever since Mrs. Kirstein passed away three years ago from a drunk driving accident, he hasn't been able to find someone who cleaned as well as she had. Every person he hired had an attitude or just didn't speak at all, always forgetting to dust the book shelves or take out the trash. So he relented and took up on Mr. Ackerman's suggestion to go to an auction. Getting there early to get a good seat, Mr. Bott, along with Mr. Ackerman, Mr. Braun and Mr. Hoover, the Dons of their respected parts of New York City, all sat down to converse while the auction for the…. Pleasure portion of the auction slowly came to a close. Mr. Bott cringed as the scum of New York bid money on these poor people just for the gratification of getting their dick in a hole.

"And now for our last and best prize of the night!" The auctioneer spoke as the Dons sighed in relief, none of them liked the idea of people being sold for pleasure as they themselves, tried for years to get it under control but never succeeding. "This one has been in the business for ten years, used and a bit rough looking, but this little beauty will be the best fuck you ever had. Clean and pliant, not a bad body either if I do say so myself. Number 54!" The announcer spoke as someone roughly shoved a young man out into the center of the room. The numbers flying from the crowd started pouring in left and right and it got the Dons wondering whom this "prize" was. "Three-thousand!" "Ten-thousand!" "Twenty Five-thousand!"

"Two hundred-thousand!" The crowd went quiet after hearing the deep booming voice coming from the front row.

"Two hundred-thousand! Going once! Going twice! Sold! To Do Bott!" The young man was then hauled out of the room to be prepped for leaving the facility.

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"Dad! I'm home! Reiner, Bert, Mikasa, Eren and Armin are here too!" Marco called from the doorway as he and the others walked into the Manor. "Dad?!"

"In the living room son!" He heard his father call and the group walked towards the sound.

"What's up? We heard your voicemail and hauled ass here. What happened?" Marco asked as soon as he saw his father, eyes brimmed with tears and a small smile. The others in the room, specifically Dr. Yeager, looked at them, small sad but slightly happy smiles on their faces. "What's going on here?" The group looked at each other, confused and concern plastered on their faces. Once Mr. Bott moved to the side and gestured to the couch, it was then that the group realized what was happening. On the couch asleep, lay a thin pale man, dark circles under his eyes, bruises and scars and even some fresh wounds, now neatly stitched up thanks to Dr. Yeager, littering his almost naked form. Marco stared at the man laying on the pale green couch and tears flooded down his cheeks. "Jean?"

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purplesurveys · 3 years

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Are you better at cooking dinners or making cakes/biscuits/sweets? I can’t make any dish. I wonder when I’ll get my ass up and start learning...

Have you ever cut someone else’s hair? I wouldn’t dare; I have no skills in that department at all.

Who was the last guest in your house and what were they staying for? Angela and Hans came over so we can watch Sowoozoo.

How many long term relationships have you been in? One.

Do you sleep with all the lights out, or do you leave a lamp or even the television on? My default is lights out, but sometimes I’ll fall asleep with my night lamp still on and that’s fine too.

Who is one person you have forgiven, but still have not “forgotten” what they have done? I don’t really do forgiving.

Are you a fan of Lana Del Rey? No. I’ve tried listening to her songs but I find them too slow for my liking.

Do you know your blood type? It’s O but I keep forgetting what specific type.

Do you know your mother’s birthday? Yes.

Have you got your period at the moment? It’s on its last few days.

Have you ever been pregnant? Nopes.

How old were you when you first went on a plane? I was around 10 or 11, can’t remember exactly. But it was in 2009 and we headed to Boracay.

Have you ever had to take out a loan for anything? No. OMG, adult activity I don’t quite understand just yet hfdhfkdjfhdf.

Are both of your blood parents still in your life? Yeah they’re both grumbling right now just outside of my room because the power went out lmfao.

When was the last time you went apple picking? I’ve never done this. Apples don’t grow here.

Someone asked you what you wanted, what would you say? My pay for the last two weeks haha, but that’s not coming until Friday.

Have you ever been drunk at school or work? No, I wouldn’t dare. I’m pretty unpredictable when I get drunk, so I’d rather stay safe haha. I’ve worked while tipsy, but it had been outside of work hours.

How many bedrooms are in your house? 4. One for each kid, then my parents’.

Are you smart about computers? Nah.

Have you ever played Just Dance for Wii? We didn’t have the game on our Wii, but I’ve played Just Dance before, just at other peoples’ houses.

Do you own a Xbox 360? We were a Playstation household.

Would you ever do a sex tape for a million dollars? Erm, sure, whatever.

So, do you need a nap? I think I should be taking one for the sake of my health, but I won’t.

What would you rather be doing? I stumbled upon a Facebook post of this newly-opened store in Greenhills that exclusively sells photocards and I wanna head the fuck over there rn with Angela. That store concept is practically unheard of so it’s a big deal and I wanna go there as I’m 100% sure the BTS ones would sell out pretty fast. But they heightened the stupid COVID protocols yet again and we have to stay at home, so there’s that.

What sport are you the best at? Table tennis.

Do you have a little sister? What’s her name? Yeah but she’s turning 21 this year, so little wouldn’t be accurate anymore. We call her Nina at home but everyone else calls her by her full first name, Janina.

Do you complain a lot? I do complain a lot but I also do the thing that is causing the complaint right after so I can shut myself up lmao.

Would you rather go to an authentic haunted house or an ancient temple? Both sound fun but I’ll probably take the temple. Yay for learning something new about culture!!

Do you like fruity or minty gum? I don’t mind flavor when it comes to gum because they fade out anyway.

Are you looking forward to any day of this month? My company set another mental health break day this upcoming August 27th, so I’ll be thinking about that day throughout the month.

Have you ever gotten detention? We don’t have detention.

Is there a traumatic event that you’ve experienced that’s changed your life? Sure.

Do you buy a majority of your clothes from a certain store, or do you just pick out items of clothing you could see yourself wearing, not caring about the store it came from? The latter. < Same. I can be brand-conscious sometimes, but generally if I find something cute, regardless from where I found it, I’d grab it.

Have any of the artists you’re fond of released new albums recently? Technically yeah. It was a single album.

Would you ever keep your favorite animal as a pet? I already have two of them.

Ever cried so much you threw up? Possibly.

Who is your best guy friend? Hans.

What do you two do when you hang out? We usually eat out and have a drink or two.

What is a movie that you thought you would hate but you ended up loving? Spotlight, just because it looked boring at first glance. It turned out to be very riveting and the screenplay was fascinating as well.

Do you even like horror movies? Yes, but they’re best watched with other people.

Do you live in the country? Nopes.

What is your favorite accent? I don’t have one.

Have you ever had a boyfriend your parents didn’t like? No.

Do you drink Pepsi or Coke? I had the chance to try out Pepsi when we went to Taco Bell two weeks ago - it was my first time to have it and it was...actually pretty good??? The soda-hater in me was scandalized HAHAHA but it was good!!! I think I prefer Pepsi now.

What do you plan to do on your 21st birthday? My 21st birthday started out terribly because Gabie’s family didn’t want her to hang out with me on a Sunday (the day my birthday fell on), so we were in an argument the whole day. Angela saved the day when she planned out an impromptu dinner + arcade date for me, and that was the only good part of the day, really. I’d rather forget the rest of it.

Do you have any person in your family with an addiction to beer? I don’t think so.

Do you take a lot of pictures? I’m starting to, now.

What kind of face wash do you use? Good ol’ water.

Does drama always seem to follow you? Not these days.

Does anybody in your family race? Nope.

Are you closer to your mom or dad? Dad, I guess. But I wouldn’t particularly call myself ‘close’ with either.

How much money did you used to get from the ”tooth fairy?” I never received money from them.

How long do you want to live with your parents? Maybe up until my mid-20s? Late-20s at the latest. I’m not exactly in the position to move out yet. The money I make at the moment would probably just be enough to cover rent, and just rent. I’d end up starving to death hahaha.

Do you have a laptop or desktop? Laptop.

Do you like your parents? Sure.

Do you secretly like someone? I don’t.

Would you ever date your best male friend? No. I also wouldn’t do that to Angela.

What are you currently listening to? Moon by Jin! Such a comfort song.

Do you want to be single? Yes.

Did you go out or stay in last night? I stayed in and was knocked out pretty early since I had been up since 1 AM.

Have you pretended to like someone? No. I don’t see why I would have to that.

How is your heart lately? Just filled with nothing but Bangtan at this point haha. It’s doing well!

Are you wearing socks? No. Socks bother me for the most part; they make my feet feel a bit suffocated.

What do people call you? Robyn.

Do you get stressed out easily? Yeah, I’m quite the overthinker.

Have you ever been taken to the emergency room in an ambulance? No, I’ve never actually been inside an ambulance, whether it came for me or for another person.

What is wrong with you right now? I should probably cut back on the vaping, for one.

Do you own something from Hot Topic? No.

Would you rather sleep with someone else or alone? It’s hard for me to sleep with someone else. Even when I had been in a relationship, I usually only got to fall asleep an hour or so after my partner already dozed off.

Do you still talk to the person you last made out with? No, I cut ties at the start of the year and have been substantially better since then.

Have you ever seen your best friend cry? I honestly don’t think so. I’m the bigger crybaby between us.

Did you get any compliments today? My mom thanked me for covering for Cooper’s shots today since they ended up being quite costly.

Have you ever gone to a beach? Yes, it’s one of my absolute favorite places to be.

What would you say if someone asked you to get high right now? Pass up on the offer.

Do you believe that everything happens for a reason? Yes.

Have you ever done volunteer work just because you wanted to? I’ve never had the ample time to, so no. I’ve always wanted to volunteer at an animal shelter, though.

Do you have long nails? They’re not dramatically long, but they have started to grow out.

Do you like the gender you are? I don't like or dislike it, honestly. I'm just neutral. < Same.

Do you generally look nice in photos? I think this is the case these days, yeah. I’ve started feeling more confident and I think it’s able to translate in photos.

Have you ever had a stick insect as a pet? No.

What colour are your father’s eyes? Dark brown.

If I handed you a concert ticket right now, who would you want to be the performer? BTS DUH

Name three facts about your family? I come from a family of lawyers; many of us are big history buffs; and many are also fantastic cooks so I don’t know where that talent could have possibly gone when it come to my generation hah.

Would you ever get into a long distance relationship? If I’ve reached a certain level of investment in the relationship, I could probably handle it.

What’s the most thoughtful present you’ve ever received? A Punk shirt and Petals For Armor physical CD from Andi this last Christmas.

What’s your favorite hot beverage? Hot chocolate. < Yessssss!

Did you ever play an instrument? If so what? I don’t.

Would you rather carve pumpkins or wrap presents? Carving pumpkins sounds fun, especially since I haven’t tried it before.

Do you think you’re important? Idk. I don’t really like drawing attention to myself though, so that could probably answer your question.

What’s the best compliment you’ve ever received? Andi wrote a letter for me to accompany the aforementioned Christmas gifts they gave, and it remains to be my favorite letter I’ve received. They essentially reminded and affirmed me that I’m stronger than I think I am, and that I’ve been through a lot and have grown a lot, and that that growth is seen by people around me.

Have you been diagnosed with any mental disorders? No.

Have you ever moved to another state or country? If so, how did it feel to be new? Just to different cities, but considering how tiny my country is, the move is quite insignificant lol.

Do you know how to properly eat food with chopsticks? I’m 100% sure I don’t know how to properly hold chopsticks, but I have my own way and it works lol. Fake it til you make it.

Are you more of a leader or a follower? Definitely a follower, but I can step up in certain situations. < Same. I don’t mind leading, especially considering the control freak I can be lolol.

What was the first thing you ate today? I haven’t eaten anything today. I skipped breakfast since I brought Cooper to the vet, and by the time I got back the dining table had already been cleared. It’s fine though, I don’t feel too hungry.

If you could spend the day, doing absolutely anything, with anyone, anywhere, what would it be like? I’d be with Angela, Reena, and Hans at that insane new photocard store I talked about earlier. IDEALLY, we’d probably pick up a photocard or two if the ones we want aren’t sold out yet (lol a rarity), then we’d have some nachos and stuff right after and just talk about all things Bangtan lol with Hans cracking us up the whole time since he is just naturally hilarious.

If I were to ask you how you are doing, and you were only able to answer completely honestly, what would come out? Content. Happy. I feel warm and loved and surrounded by the best people.

What is the one thing that you have been avoiding that you should do? Learning how to cook is one.

Is there anything that you wish you could take back? Not really.

What, in your mind, could make you truly happy? Being in the purple ocean with my best friends.

If you could change one conversation in your life, what would you say differently? Would it have REALLY made any difference? A part of me wishes my final face-to-face conversation with Gabie had been a more solid closure, just so we could finally put a hard stop to that chapter. But at that time I thought we would continue talking, so there had still been some stuff lingering in the air when we called it a day and parted ways. So in a sense we never really got closure when I finally cut ties, which the ESTJ in me remains to be nagged by, but I try not to be bothered by it anymore considering how much better I am doing right now. We didn’t know the future at the time, so it’s okay the way things turned out, ultimately.

When is the next time you’ll change your hairstyle? Will you color it? I have no clue. It’s not really a priority.

Do people normally say you’re a fast typist, or are you rather slow? I’m fast.

Have you ever been considered the ‘smartest person in school?’ Nah.

How many drugs are in your system? Just caffeine.

What’s on your schedule for tomorrow? Werkwerkwerkwerk.

Do you currently have any bite marks/hickeys on your body? Nopes.

Do you call anyone baby? I don’t.

What’s your current mood? I’m prety neutral. I wish I could be out right now, but stupid Covid and stupid quarantine. But I don’t really mind staying at home, either, so. I’m just so-so.

Do you think you are a good person? I hope so.

What were you doing before filling out this survey? I watched Sunday mass with my family.

How late did you stay up last night? Around midnight.

When was the last time you cried really hard? I cried just a few days ago because period hormones, but the last time I cried hard? I’m not sure. April maybe?

Is your hair longer than your shoulders? LOL yes it’s soooooooo long already.

#survey #surveys

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Surveys #417-419

Been slacking on posting these, so here’s like three surveys over the past few days divided up. I just don’t feel like posting them individually. Beware, it’s a long post, haha.

Do you believe that animals don’t have souls? I lean towards the idea that they, at least more complex species with actual sentience, do in some way. It's hard to imagine like, a fly having a soul, but it's a nice thought. You could NEVER convince me some don't, though, like my late dog Teddy, Sara's old chameleon Jem, and I could go on and on. Have you ever not been able to swallow pills? No, I've always been able to. If you HAD to change your first name, what would you change it to? Maybe like, Quinn. Something you don't hear a lot, for sure. Something more memorable. What are your thoughts on orange soda? Orange cream soda is BOMB. Man, been so long since I've had that stuff... Are you good with children and/or animals? Don't mean to brag, but people say I'm like a magician with animals. No matter what it is, I bond with it. Children, not so much. I'm awkward around them. Who in your life makes you smile the most? My cat, ha ha. If you were cremated, where would you want your ashes to be placed? Hm. Maybe high up in the mountains or in the Kalahari Desert. Do you plan on going to your high school’s reunion? No. I'm pretty sure I'd shatter from memories just entering the building. Would you want revenge on someone if they killed someone special to you? Or would you find it in your heart to forgive? "Forgive" my ass. They'd better get what's coming to them, even if I've gotta be the person to deliver it. Is there someone you are dying to see? More than I think anyone could possibly know. But it's probably better if I never do. Could you picture yourself getting married and having kids? Married, yes. Having kids, no. I could only picture that in one phase of my life, but like I called it: a phase. I should never be a mother, nor do I want to be one to begin with, so yeah, no kids for me. Do you like to take walks? If my legs were actually worth a shit, yes, I would, if it's in a nature-filled area. What are you listening to at this moment in time? "Thoughts & Prayers" by Motionless In White. Did you ever kiss someone with a tattoo? No. Could you say something good about the last person you kissed? She's very resilient. Why are you single? Because 1.) I'm a very unappealing example of an adult, 2.) I'm not exactly very attractive, and 3.) I'm basically a hermit, so I don't meet people. Do you get jealous if your boyfriend hugs another girl? Hypothetically, in almost any case, I wouldn't. My imaginary boyfriend can have female friends. But I'll admit if it was like, an ex-girlfriend or something and it was a seriously intense hug, I might. Is there something that happened in your past you hate talking about? Yes, but I mean, who doesn't. Have you ever been completely alone with a boy in his room? You make this sound so scandalous lmao. Yes, plenty of times. I dated a dude and briefly lived with him for three and a half years. Do you hate the person you fell hardest for? No. Who was the last person that you cried in front of? I'm sure it was Mom. Is it hard for you to be “just friends” with the opposite sex? Nah. Do you remember every single person that you’ve kissed? Yeah. Do you believe that the world will actually end? Humanity, oh yeah. The planet itself, given the infinite nature of the universe, also yes. At SOME point, even if it's zillions of years down the line, Earth is gonna get fucked by something. Are you socially awkward? I am the literal avatar of "socially awkward." Would you rather watch a comedy movie or horror movie? Horror. Who is your favorite actor/actress? MARK IS A FUCKIN' ACTOR, Y'ALL. Are you satisfied with your gender? Yeah. Are you good at admitting your problems? HA! Yeah. ezpz Have you ever had a hangover? No, never been drunk to begin with. Do you know any strippers? No. How many times have you dyed your hair? I ain't counting. What is something that reminds you of your childhood? Dinosaurs. Do you think you eat healthy? I try to. I have my bad days, though. Are you sick quite often or hardly at all? My immune system is the fucking MVP. I am just about never, ever sick. Has anyone suspected you of being a different sexuality? Yes. Do you like chocolate or vanilla cake more? Chocolate, duh. Does it bother you to have blood drawn or not so much? Nah, no biggie. Has your cell phone ever rung in class? Omg no, I woulda been mortified. Have you ever tried opening your eyes under water? Yeah, as a kid. Would you rather have a cat or a dog? I prefer cats. Have you ever been admitted to the hospital? Like... six times, I wanna say. What would you say is your favorite type of flower? Orchids, but I also love dahlias. I've actually noticed that I've really had a greater "thing" for flowers lately. Like don't get me wrong, I've always loved flowers very much, but I've just found myself more drawn to them than usual, especially when taking the daily hour ride to the TMS office. Do you watch Toddlers and Tiaras? FUCK no. That show disgusts and angers me so much. If someone asked you to go to war today, what would you say? Yeah, no. Funny joke. I couldn't go anyway due to mental health issues and a suicidal history. Do you own an old vintage typewriter? We used to when I was little. I have no idea what happened to it, though?? Hell, maybe we still have it somewhere, but I doubt that. Do you like or hate the smell of fish? Ew, does ANYONE like the smell of fish??? Have you ever read any of John Green’s books? I got a few pages into The Fault in Our Stars, but stopped for no real reason. I didn't not like it or anything, I was just still in my "I don't read" episode. Are you a protective person? VERY. I'm a fucking guard dog over those I love most. Are you a fan of penguins? Yeah, they're cute. I especially think emperor penguins are very majestic. Have you ever met your favorite author? I don’t have a favorite author. Did you get your mom or dad’s eyes? Neither's. I think my maternal grandpa had blue eyes, though? I'm not sure at all, though. When was the last time someone bought you flowers? Not sure. Has there ever been a murder in your town? "A" murder? Thems is rookie numbers for my neck of the woods, fella. This place is known for crime, and that includes murder. When falling asleep, do you ever feel like you stopped breathing? Well, I have seriously severe sleep apnea, so... but the diagnosis came as a surprise to me, because I never DID think this. But sure enough, did a sleep study, and in just one hour's time, I stopped breathing like what, 30 times? What's the last thing that scared the hell out of you? Stupid drivers. Do you have any life-changing plans within the next 6 months? I guess getting a job could be pretty life-changing. As of right now, how do you feel about your future? I'm very, very scared. Who is the last person you ran into unexpectedly? Hm, I dunno. Where does your grandma live? Both of mine are dead, but my paternal grandmother lived in Michigan, while my maternal one technically lived in Florida, but stayed in New York with her son's family a whole lot. I don't really know where she stayed more. Do you know how to read music? Not anymore. Does the song you’re currently listening to remind you of anyone special? Not so much the song, but the band. Motionless In White is one of his all-time favorites, so I can't listen to them without thinking of Jason. Sucks because they've been becoming one of MY favorites, too, so I listen to them a lot. If the person who has hurt you the most, said they were in love with you, would you believe them? I'd tell him he was in a love with a person who no longer exists. It's impossible for him to be in love with me now when he doesn't know how much I've changed. If Facebook made you pay would you still use it? Ha, no. Have you ever been recorded on film without your permission? Not that I know of? Tell me about your last boyfriend? He's a wonderful person. He's been there for me without fail since we became friends in high school band, and he is SO fucking funny. He's always cared a lot about me, and I care a lot about him, just not in the same way he does me. He's like my big brother. Are your parents racist? My dad definitely is. What is your least favorite subject in school? Math and economics both sucked. Have you ever been involved in a custody battle before? Almost certain no. I'm pretty sure Dad didn't fight for custody at all, but it could've been something Mom just never told me. Have you ever babysat a newborn baby before? NOOOOOOOOOOOOO. I NEVER could. Do you have any siblings you neglect? .-. As a kid, did you ever go to camp? I went to Vacation Bible School, if that counts. Did your parents ever let you play in the pits of those multicolored balls? Yeah, until that big news story about a dirty needle pricking a child. Have any of your siblings ever had a crush on your significant other? Not to my knowledge. I highly doubt it. What do you usually order at Taco Bell, if you go there? Cheese quesadilla with fiesta potatoes. Rarely a pair of those cinnamon ball thingies. Ever consider a sex change? Nah. Do you eat whip cream straight out of the can? EW no. I hate the texture of whipped cream. What do you think of popcorn? Loooove. Have you ever dated any of your friends’ ex? No. Well, it's funny, Rachel (both Juan's and Jason's ex) and I are friends now, but definitely weren't at the time of us being together. Have you ever gone out with someone even though one of your friends liked that person first? If yes, did you feel bad? If no, were you tempted to? No. Would you rather be a rich musician, or a rich actor? Musician. What was the last charity you donated to? I don't recall. Did you like to collect frogspawn as a kid? I've told the "my friends and I saved hundreds of tadpoles" story enough times, so for this question, I'll just talk about when I would go fishing with Dad as a kid. Back then, if I got bored of actually fishing, I would walk along the riverbank and try to catch tadpoles and minnows in my hands. It was soooo fun to Kid Brittany. Do you walk fast or slow? I walk pretty damn slow. Can you juggle with more than two items? I can't juggle, period. Do you like jalapenos? Yeah! Do you like kiwis? Yessss, I love kiwi! Does anyone in your family go deer or bird hunting? Who is it anyway? I don't know if she still does, but my little sister used to go deer hunting with a friend.

Are you saving up for anything right now? What? Yeah, my pet snake's 40 gallon terrarium. What sort of things do you have bookmarked in your internet browser? It's quite diverse, but I think I mostly have templates for specific character profiles. Have you ever snuck in to a theater/dance/bar etc? No, I'm a good noodle. If given the chance, would you go to Ireland? Certainly! It's beautiful there. If you have a cat, does it ever “converse” with you? Oh, ABSOLUTELY. When I talk to him, he sure does try to answer me and it's the cutest thing, ha ha. Have you ever tried those electric toothbrushes? Yeah, that’s what I use. Has anyone told you that they wanted to marry you/were planning on it/etc? Yeah, guess he changed his mind. Name one of your ex’s mother’s names? Virginia. Does your favorite song have a meaning? BIG TIME. Have you ever written or received a suicide note? I've written one. .-. What is the worst thing a child has ever done to you while you were babysitting? When I was changing her diaper, she got up and ran around naked in the house. ;-; Do you own a nightgown? No. If you could get any pet right now, what would you get? i. want. my. tarantula. Have you ever actually been stuffed into a locker? No. That is just such a TV trope that I've never even heard of happening irl. Do you/did you decorate the inside of your locker at school with stuff? I only had a locker in middle school, and I believe I didn't. I didn't want one in HS. What’s the coolest thing you’ve made with Legos? I was never a Legos kid; I played with Lincoln Logs. Do you want to get pregnant right now? Fuck no, man. Or ever. Have you ever housed a friend for a long period of time because they had no place to live? No. If you have a favorite comedian, have they ever been in a movie? I don't have one, really. Are there any books you want to read? Besides the series I'm reading, I want to read The Testaments by Margaret Atwood, but idk if I'll ever get to it, really. If you have younger siblings, are you very protective of them? We don't have a close relationship, but I am nevertheless. If you have older siblings, are they very protective of you? Not really, it seems. First letter of the names of everyone you have kissed? J, T, D, S. Do you like going to school sports games? No, I hated it. When Ash was a cheerleader, Mom made me go, and I was never happy about it. Have you ever worn your boyfriend’s clothes? An ex-boyfriend's, yeah. Did you get into your mom’s makeup when you were a kid? I don't think I did? Do you want anything pierced? Ugh, a lot of places. The last time you washed your hair, did you use conditioner? I never do. Has your partner ever accused you of cheating when you actually didn’t? I've never been accused of cheating. Has anyone ever called you stuck-up? No. I'm quite the opposite. Have you been diagnosed with any mental disorders? Too many, really. What are you doing this summer? Nada. Do you still watch MTV? I never did. Have you ever spent the night with the last person you kissed? Yes. What’s the dress code for your job? Do you like it? I'm unemployed. Does your job allow piercings or tattoos? ^, and this might sound stupid, but I wouldn't work at a job that didn't. Especially tattoos. No job is stopping me from doing things that improve my self-esteem and body image, particularly when I LOATHE my body. If a little bit of art makes me feel better about myself? Nobody is stopping me. What are some trends you dislike that everyone seems to love? "Crocs. Whyyyy?" <<<< THIS. First people hated them, now they love them??? They're hideous as shit. If you got married and then got divorced, would you want to re-marry? I don't really know. How often do you use lotion? Not NEARLY enough for someone with skin as dry as mine. Do you donate your old stuff to Goodwill? If so, what was the last thing you donated? Yeah. Mom recently brought some old toys, I think? How weight conscious are you? You have no fucking idea. Rent a movie or go see one in theaters? I prefer going to a theater. I enjoy the experience. What’s the biggest personality trait turn-off for a potential partner? Probably being an explosive/volatile person. I can't with that. Would you ever go on a birth control pill? I already am to regulate my period and tame the cramps. And if I was sexually active, I absolutely would want to be on it. What's your favorite late night tv show? I don’t have one. At high school do or did you participate in Spirit Week? No. Do you have a favorite vocalist? Who? Queen's Freddie Mercury will probably always top the list. If you have a favorite photographer, can you describe their work? I don't have a favorite photographer. Surprisingly. Are sex and sexual activities something you enjoy? If it's with someone I'm in love with and am in the mood, sure. What is one aspect of your life that did not turn out as you expected? I did NOT expect to reach 25 like... *gestures at self* this. What is one thing stopping you from becoming a veterinarian? I could never handle euthanizing pets and watching the families' hearts break. How long have you lived in the house you live in? Not even a year. Compared to this time last year, are you happier or sadder? I'm definitely sadder. Especially today. Do you like Subway? I do. Have you ever seen a volcano? No. Have you ever found a spider on your bed? Yes. It's the scariest shit when one skitters across your blanket, because like, you LEAST expect it to happen in the comfort of your own bed. Are you satisfied with the way your life is right now? Not even remotely, if I'm being honest. I'm at a real low. When was the last time you ate at Burger King? Years ago, when I was a vegetarian and went there for the veggie burger. How often do you cry? lol a lot Ever had a crush on a teacher? No. Can you wire a plug? ... I don't even know what you mean by "wire a plug," so obviously no lmfao. Where were you when you got your first period? Well I think I actually *started* at school, but I noticed when I got home. Can you drive? I mean I'm capable, but I'm an incredibly anxious, overly passive, and just generally terrified driver. I'm so scared of when I finally get new glasses and therefore a new permit... but I have to get used to driving. Living where I do, public transportation is very, very limited, and I just can't have people driving me places the rest of my life. Exercise or healthy eating? I sadly hate exercising SO much. I'd rather eat healthy. Did you play Red Rover when you were a child? Yeah. Are you more attracted to men or women? This can actually vary with time, which I originally thought was weird but is apparently normal for some bisexual individuals. There are spans where I feel more sexual attraction to men, and then other times women. Has anyone ever called you rich? God no, I am so far from it. What makes you feel beautiful? Nothing. Are you considered a very sensitive person? I'm way too sensitive for my own good. Have you ever told someone you never wanted to speak to them again? Yes, my dad. I regret that letter I sent him so, so much. I honestly don't know how he can treat me with so much love after the shit I said. If you could watch any TV series right now, what would it be? I am... astonishingly behind on Meerkat Manor: Rise of the Dynasty. I know, seriously incredible. I just don't watch TV, man. It's strange, I'm into the show, of course I am, I just... don't like sitting myself in front of a television and purely watching it. I'll catch up, though. Do you grind your teeth, and if so, why do you do it? No. But it's not like people have a reason they grind their teeth... they just do. Do you feel the need to rant about anything right now? If so, go for it. I could, but I'm not going to. It'll just upset me. Do you have a friend named Nick? What’s his favourite food? My sister's husband's name is Nick, but he is definitely not my friend. I can't stand his bigoted, sexist, misogynistic, homophobic, racist ass. I don't know or care what his favorite food is. What are you listening to? I'm re-watching Gab and Sinow play Resident Evil 5. People can say all they want about RE5, but I love it. Do you prefer waffles or pancakes? Waffles, but only if they're still soft enough to not be considered crunchy. I prefer them because I can put peanut butter on them, and the grooves catch the syrup instead of just absorbing it all like pancakes. Do you prefer non-diet or diet soda? I don't/can't drink diet sodas because the artificial sweetener gives me a KILLER headache. Are you craving anything right now? You guys have no idea how badly I want Taco Bell for whatever reason. Which word did you say first, mama or dada? The latter. What was your first pet’s name? So, there's three answers to this. I was born into the family while we had a collie named Trigger, but I have absolutely zero memory of her. She passed when I was too young. Our first family pet that I clearly remember was Chance, our rescued cat. My first *personal* pet was either a guinea pig named Squeak or Chinese water dragon named Shadow. I can't remember who came first. Who was your best friend in elementary? It changed with the years, but I can say the three biggies were Brianna, Kim, and Quiata. Who was your favorite teacher in high school? Probably Coach Collie. He was so wise, kind, funny... He was all-around just wonderful and taught so many life lessons. When you go to a restaurant, do you have a go-to dish? Always. What is the best part of your most ordinary day? Waking up and doing my first sweep of the Internet before I get bored outta my fucking senses. Do you read any web comics? No.

Do you drink bottled water? Yeah, but like any water, it has to be COLD. Not room temperature. Not a tad chilly. I mean cooooold. When did you last use a straw? Earlier. I have a metal straw I use to drink water with because I drink faster through a straw, and with it being water, of course I want to try to drink as much as I can when I actually choose to drink water. Have you ever tackled someone to the ground? No. Do you know anyone who lies to make themselves look more interesting? My former best friend did that. She was an online friend, so it made it easy. I finally caught on and called her out on it, and then she just totally dipped. Do you like to sing? Not that much, honestly. Like sometimes I feel like it, sure, but not frequently. Are your parents in good health? No, not really. Have you ever been a caregiver to a sick/disabled relative? No. I feel bad saying it, but I know I never could be. I could NOT clean another human being. It's one of the bajillion reasons I'm not having kids. Do you like to take naps during the day? "Like" isn't the right word. I just... need to. Most days, there is NO way I can make it 'til night without one. What movie was your favorite to see in the movie theater? Even though it was sincerely a sucky movie, I really enjoyed watching Silent Hill: Revelation because I saw the 3D version, plus the hype over my favorite franchise getting a new movie was just very exciting. Favorite Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle character? I was never into that. Ever watched The Blair Witch Project? Yes, and I positively adore it. I genuinely think it's a genius horror movie, never showing, but telling through other methods. Have a favorite AC/DC song? Probably "You Shook Me All Night Long." Are you good at selling candy for those fundraiser things? Omg nooooo I HATED doing that shit, especially when some amount of sales were like, required for whatever bullshit reason. I hate hate hate advertising to people. My parents always bought them instead. Have you ever had a crush on someone too old for you? No. Well, besides James Hetfield, ha ha. What's your favorite Dr. Suess quote? I don't know enough quotes to have one. If you were to have wings, what would you want them to look like? Dark and dragon-esque with lots of rips and tears in them... but not enough to stop me from flying, ha ha. Have you ever broken up with someone to find you want them back later? No. Has anyone ever dared you to eat a chili pepper? Did you do it? No. Have you ever tried Thai food? No. Have you ever watched Avatar? The TV show, not the movie. I've seen I think one season with Sara so far? I actually quite enjoy it. What's your cellphone's signature for text? WOW this survey is ancient. If you smoke marijuana, what is your preferred or typical method? I don't smoke it. Do you often take painkillers? I dunno about "often," but headaches to the point I take something aren't rare for me. Do you wish you were in a relationship? I mean yes, but I know it's for the better I'm not. Have you ever been to the ER? Many times. Do you ever feel guilty eating meat? I feel extremely guilty. I try not to think about it. Where have you lived for the most part of your life? Eastern NC. How old are you? 25. What are you listening to at the moment? Powerwolf came out with a new album, so I've been bingeing the shit out of some songs, ha ha. Right now it's "Blood For Blood." Do you watch WWE Raw? Ew, no. I have NEVER gotten the appeal of wrestling. Just like... why????? Do you dye your hair? Nowhere near regularly. :/ I haven't had it dyed in a very long time, and I hate it. I love colored hair. We just can't afford that expense on something so little. My hair does NOT take dye easily, so we have to have a professional do it, and that isn't exactly cheap. Have you ever lived in a different country that the one you’re living in? No. Which of your parents will you see next? I live with my mother, so. Have you fallen asleep in school? Not in class, no. In college when I would be in the library between classes, though, I've dozed before. Have you ever been hospitalized? Yes, but not for physical issues. Do you make fun of obese people? You're talking to someone who is. So obviously no, and you're a piece of fucking shit if you do. Do you have an innie or an outtie? Innie. Have you ever tried to headbang? No. Even as a metalhead, I don't get it, man. You're asking for a headache. Do you own any Converse? What do you think of them? I have a few and like them. Have you ever started a rumor? No. Have you ever been in a position of authority? I mean, I'm an admin on two sites, so I guess? Were your ancestors royalty? Yeah, I'm related to one of the Queen Victorias, I believe. I just know she had a thing for beheading people, ha ha. What do you like on your pasta/noodles? Sauce, butter, grated cheese, etc.? Just tomato sauce and meatballs, really. Who is the most ungrateful person you know? What makes them this way? My fucking ex-best friend. You could never, ever give her enough and she just... blegh. She was so fucking ungrateful for everything people did for her. It was just never enough. Do you like cherry Pepsi? I like cherry Coke. I don't like Pepsi. Have you ever held an uncommon pet before (ex: mouse, spider, snake, lizard)? I've held snakes, rats, lizards, and a tarantula. Who did you last play truth or dare with? No clue. Have you ever camped out somewhere for an event the next day? No. When were you the saddest in your life? 2016. Do you know anyone, personally, who is in an abusive relationship? Are you? No. If you have siblings, have they moved out or do they still live with you? Yeah, they've moved out. What was the most unique pet you’ve owned? I'd probably say my champagne ball python. A lot of people don't even know ball python morphs exist, so seeing her might surprise some people. Do you like Doritos? Yeah. When you buy clothes, do you always try them on first? No, but I need to learn how to... I just HATE doing it. Have you used bugspray recently? No. Do you enjoy swimming in the ocean? Yesssss. Have you ever tried to sew or knit anything? No. Has something ever happened to you that seemed like it was from a movie? Most of Jason's and my relationship felt like one. Hence why the breakup felt so sudden and just impossible. Do you find yourself to be a believer in love at first sight? Not even remotely. Is there something you want to do, that you swear you will, no matter what? Spread Teddy's ashes in Yellowstone. I promised him. Are you longing for the day that you’ll be an adult? (If you’re not already) I am an adult, and it sucks. What’s something you’ve vowed to never eat? Any meat that was hunted. Have you ever owned a diary/journal with a lock and key? I don't believe so. When you were little, what movie did you watch over and over? Mostly Disney films, like The Lion King and Finding Nemo. Are you deathly allergic to anything? No. Do you know what you want for your dream house? Nope. I honestly don't really care about having a "dream" house to begin with. I just need one that's cozy to me and gets the job done. Have you ever seen the movie The Notebook? Many, many times. It's my favorite romance movie. Have you ever used the photo editing site “Picnik”? No, not to my memory. Has an animal ever taken a strong dislike to you? Our old dog Bentley didn't like me all that much, and I didn't like him, either. Have you ever attempted to cut your own hair? No. Do you have a lucky or special coin? No. Do you love ice cream cake more than normal cake? No. Do you check your email daily? No. Is there anyone you know who’s in any way paralyzed? No. For you, do you commonly feel more jealousy or envy? Envy. Do you rely on the heads/tails flipping of a coin sometimes for decisions? No. Has a laptop ever burned your legs? Yes, actually. For a while many years ago, my old laptop left subtle burn marks on my legs. Anyone’s birthday coming up soon? My nephew's is next month. Do you like Laffy Taffy? I doooo. Are your biceps at all noticeable? Ha, no. Have you ever seen a walrus? Maybe when I went to SeaWorld as a kid? Did you ever have one of those easy bake ovens as a kid? Yup. If given the opportunity, would you ride on a camel? Sure. What flavor cake do you like for your birthday? Red velvet. Have you ever had a job you loved? Nope. Have you ever been in a building that was on fire? Yikes, no. Have you ever written a poem for someone? Two people. Have you been best friends with someone of a different race? Yes. Who is the person you are closest to that you’ve met online? Sara. What was the name of the first porcelain doll you got? I was very afraid of dolls as a kid, so I obviously didn't have one. Do you sell any products? If so, what? I mean, I'm a wannabe photographer that sells my service. Owls or peacocks? Owls. Lions or horses? Lions. Can you still fit into kid’s clothes? Hell no. What devotional do you read, if any? None. What do you make wishes on? I only ever do for the tradition of it on my birthday. I don't believe in the magic of wishes, though. Have you ever made a recipe you found in a magazine? No. Are you bitter about anything? Probably always will be. Have you ever been in a love triangle? No. How bad are your hangovers? Never had one. Have you ever broken a bone? If so, what was the cause of it? Yes. It was identified as a fracture, but a break and a fracture are technically like the same thing, so. At a skating rink, I fell and landed on my hand so the top of it nearly touched my arm, so my wrist got FUCKED. I will never, ever forget the severity of the pins and needles feeling and just the experience in general. It hurt so goddamn bad. Is this the best year of your life? Fuck no.

#in other words i don't feel like thinking up song lyrics for three surveys at once lmao #survey #surveys #random questions

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Can you do a Shayne or Damien x soulmate!reader where they are the younger sister of how ever you don't pick to write about and its just like kinda angsty because the other one gets upset or whatever but all together a happy ending. Please.

soulmate au - shayne topp

a/n: i’ve never read let alone written a soulmate au so i’m very sorry if this is off / not good.

pairing: soulmate!shayne x reader and sibling!damien x reader

warnings: a pinch of angst, mostly fluff!

the same five words had been etched into your left wrist for as long as you can remember - “my eyes up here, dummy.” the fact that this was the phrase said to you as you fell in love was baffling and borderline embarrassing. who knows what context it was in and who was going to say it. you had tried dating but to no avail, and at this rate you had began to believe this was all a hoax. ‘but what about mom and dad? they found each other!’ your brother, damien, would always try to restore hope in you, but you couldn’t help but worry you would never find your soulmate. you eventually came to ignore the phrase - push it as far back into your mind as you can.

damien was off with shayne again, and now that damien had joined the boy at smosh they were hanging out ten times more often. you were currently crashing at damien’s place while you were in search of a job, so you really couldn’t escape the boys and their madness. their sleepovers and constant late night smash bros tournaments never failed to keep you up. shayne has crashed on your couch so many times it was like it was his permanent bed.

you had gotten up early to get ready for a job interview, and as you found your way to the kitchen you saw shayne laying on the couch. you tried not to disturb the boy, but your morning tea making process wasn’t the quietest. you heard a mumble from the couch and see a shirtless shayne peek into the kitchen.

“turn off the lights, dummy.” he sleepily mumbles to you.

“well, maybe if you and damien went to bed before four in the morning you wouldn’t be so salty, grump.” you sarcastically snap back at him, looking up to see him raise a brow and turn away, probably to crash back on the couch. as you close the door, you had gotten to thinking ‘that was the first conversation you have had with shayne’ , you couldn’t ignore the butterflies in your stomach.

you pulled damien’s apartment door closed and sighed, that interview did not go as planned. you took your hair out of the updo it was in and stressfully ran your hand through it. you saw a note on the kitchen bar that said ‘out to film, we’ll be back by 7 with dinner -dames.’ you sighed and walked into damien’s guest room to change into something more comfortable, maybe that would help your mood. you did find yourself in a better mood after about 3 hours of binging She-Ra with zelda sprawled out on your lap as you sat in the couch.

you heard keys rattling and the front door swing open, signaling damien was finally home with that food he promised.

“we got... DOMINOS!!” he yells from the entryway, causing both of the cats to hop off of your lap.

“damien we were having lady time!!” you say to him as his pets get up to greet him.

“it’s about time you get up, hey how was the interview?” he asks and you roll your eyes.

“the interviewer was a total asshole, even if i get the job i’m not gonna want to work with someone like that.” you respond, grabbing a few pizza slices and slipping into your temporary bedroom. “i’ll continue my binge in here!!” you say as you close the door.

“we’re playing some smash, we’ll keep it down!!” damien responds.

“mmhm, ‘well keep it down’ yeah right.” you mumble to yourself as you set up your binging corner on your bed.

the entirety of She-Ra and a half a pizza later, you couldn’t bring yourself to sleep. it was 3:42 in the morning and you’ve been laying in silence for too long, you grunt and roll over before slipping your legs out of your sheets and onto the floor. ‘maybe a glass of water will help’

you quiety shuffle into the kitchen with the help from your phone flashlight and begin to fill a cup with water.

“you also can’t sleep?” you hear a voice come from the entry to the kitchen and whip your head around to see shayne. he looked really good in the dim glow of the flash.

“yeah - today just felt off.” you said, trying to avoid eye contact. “do you need to-“ you stop when you look at the shirt he had on, your shirt.

“my eyes are up here, dummy.” he calmly says, and everything seems to go in slow motion.

“i mean, it’s kinda hard when your wearing my shirt.” you said, still in a trancelike state.

“oh, damien gave me it to wear, um, you can take it if you want.” shayne mumbles, seeming flustered.

“no no, it’s ok. i should try and get some sleep anyways.” the words barely come out in a whisper. you push past shayne and into the guess bedroom where you throw yourself on the bed.

shayne. he’s the one. he’s been dangling right in front of your face this entire time and you haven’t seen it. those five words plague your mind as you fall asleep.

when you woke up that morning, damien and shayne has already left for the office. you had no idea to handle this situation, how to tell shayne that the words he had jokingly said the night prior were embroidered into your skin.

it had been about two weeks since you had found out shayne was your soulmate. you had told no one, not damien and definitely not shayne. in fact, he had rarely been with damien, and he hadn’t spent the night at your brothers apartment since that night. damien had today off, so he was sleeping in, and you had decided today is the day you were going to tell him. it was around 11 am, and you were standing at damien’s office door waiting to knock. you were about ready to turn around when you decide to just open the door.

“damien, i have something to tell you.” you say and he spins his chair in your direction.

“yeah totally, what’s up?” he responds, quirking an eyebrow at you.

“the other day shayne and i were talking and it was really late at night and we were taking...”

“y/n your mumbling.” he softly says

“ok i’m going to cut to the chase but you can’t be mad, i think shayne is my soulmate.” all damien does is stare at you, “please say something damien.” you whisper.

“did he say it?” you nod at damien’s question. he stands up and places his head in his hands. “is that why he’s been avoiding me?”

“damien..”

“y/n we’ve barely talked in the last week!! this is the longest we’ve been apart in months!!” damien nearly yells.

“damien i haven’t talked to him about it yet!” you match his tone.

“then go and talk to him, huh?” he says.

“try and get me my best friend back!!” damien storms out of the office and shortly after he slams the apartment door, leaving you to stand in your thoughts. your vision becomes cloudy as you leave the office and grab your car keys. you know damien had texted you shaynes address at one point, all you needed to do was scroll through your messages to find it. one you found the message you loaded into your car and started your short commute.

shaynes apartment was in an odd area, but you found it. you softly knock on the door and wait a few moment before shayne opened the door.

“y/n? woah, are you ok? it looks like you’ve been crying.”

“shayne can we talk?” shayne nods and opens the door for you, letting you into his small apartment. you stood for a few minutes in his livingroom trying to collect your thoughts. “my eyes up here, dummy.” you eventually whisper.

“what?” shayne whispers from behind you.

“that’s what you said to me two wednesday’s ago.” you say, “shayne that line has been on my arm for as long as i remember.”

it takes shayne a second to respond, “i mean, it’s kinda hard when your wearing my shirt.” he says. you turn around to face him, “that’s what you responded with.” he says and pulls up his sweatshirt sleeve to reveal those exact words in black ink. you look up and into his icy blue eyes. you couldn’t form any words, all you could do was hug him.

“i can’t believe it’s you.” you mumble into his neck and you feel your eyes start to water once again.

“i’m so glad i finally found you.” he mutters into your skin, placing a kiss on your cheek.

once you pull apart from the hug, you pull out your phone. “i need to text damien, he wasn’t very happy when i told him.” you sigh loudly and shayne nods,

“yeah of course, do you want to sit down?” he asks and you nod as you form a text message to send to your brother. you simply told him to meet you at shaynes house, and about 8 minutes later there was a knock at shaynes door. he gets up from your side to open the door and damien looks in.

“y/n?” you turn your head to look at damien, you watch as he lets himself in and steals the spot shayne was previously seated in. “i’m really sorry about snapping this morning, i just, you guys have both seemed so distant recently and it’s made me realize how much i need you.” you look at damien and give him a big hug.

“apology accepted.” you say and he gets up to hug shayne.

“hey man, take her to dinner first, ok?” dames asks his best friend and they both let out a laugh.

“you got it.” shayne respond and you stand up and bring shayne into a side hug.

“also no gross-soulmate-couple-y shit while we hang out, i’m not about to third wheel with my little sister and best friend.” damien says and gives you two a look that makes you giggle.

“ok old man, now scram! i want to kiss this guy.” you say as you pat shaynes chest.

“who said we have to wait?” shayne asks and pulls you into a kiss. you hear damien fake gag as he closes shaynes apartment door. “how about we postmate taco bell and watch shitty adam sandler movies?” shayne asks, and you smile.

“sounds like a perfect first date to me” the two of you giggle, all of the pieces finally felt like they were connecting.

#shayne topp x reader #smosh imagine #shayne topp imagine #smosh #soulmate au #smosh fluff #smosh angst

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trochantertales · 4 years

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I won’t take up 30 posts with this but rather do it all in one sitting. It’ll be good to evaluate myself properly for the first time in awhile.

1. cw: 129 - haven’t done body measurements in a couple weeks. Will update soon.

2. 5′10″, Yes I’ve always liked being tall.

4. Doing permanent damage to my body.

5. I miss how I felt when I was in the depths of this years ago. I know that sounds crazy. But that time is almost romanticized. I had little real world responsbilities, I was reading and creating things, and in school, and meeting my favorite people, and thin, and working out, and excelling in my sports, and it was all so perfect. I want some of that back. I believe I’d feel more confident for myself and for my boyfriend if I was thinner now too. Elegantly thin. A sharp jawline and sleek collar bones, highlighted from the light leaking in from the window. Like being thin would suddenly make me profoundly interesting too...

6. No

7. No, They are aware of my past with restrictive eating and would be very concerned. They know I’m not eating sugar for health reasons but thats it.

8. Yoga, Spinning, Hiking, and try to run but Im not very good at it. (I aim for daily workouts, but I don’t always get that in. Although I just ordered a spin bike for my home!!!)

9. The only comment I can really recall was pre ED when I was less conscious of my body and my mom kindly pointed out my jeans were too tight because it was squeezing my hips out the top. I know it wasn’t anything critical or negative. She was trying to do me a kindness so I didn’t dress unflatteringly. And I am grateful for that. But more than any negative comments, I always was the skinny friend, and I longed for those comments to continue.

10. Eating out with friends. ED’s are incredibly lonely.

11. I can’t recall the blog or her username, but I can see her profile photo in my mind. She was quite popular on blogger back in the day. Looking for new blogs to follow currently if you have any great suggestions.

12. Nothing for breakfast. Smoothies or 1/2 veggie sandwich or granola bar for lunch. Veggies or small grilled chicken or eggwhite omlette for dinner. 1 small square of dark chocolate to satisfy sweet tooth.

13. Both. My therapist always told me I liked to play both doctor and patient. I like to skirt a fine line, I restrict (currently just minimal daily food, but in the past would fast for a day, or days, or a week, the longest was just over 2 weeks). I was unhealthy but never dipped into a place that was too dangerous. I never wanted to die. I just want to be thin. I also love to work out, so I find a balance between restricting and working out.

14. I think I’d like to be around 115 or 110. When I was down there previously of course I wanted to keep on losing. But I think thats a reasonable goal for myself.

15. Im mostly vegetarian. We only eat meat on occasion. I don’t notice too much of a difference between diets for me. I feel less heavy when I dont eat meat which I prefer. Eating meat is more of a rare indulgence.

16. End of high school. I worked at a cafe, and in the beginning it was a perk to be able to snack on things throughout the day for free. A muffin here, some chicken strips there, a small scoop of ice cream, grilled chicken salad... At some point after eating during the work day, I grabbed a plasic spoon and went on break and tried to purge. (Its not for me). After this, I decided my path would be focused on restricting. I remember going to my high school boyfriends house and telling him so proudly that I had only had a smoothie and a cliff bar the entire day. I was hooked from there.

17. Yes. My therapist was not one who liked the make an official diagnosis. Although she categorized me somewhere along the lines of EDNOS with Anorexia Nervosa tendencies.

18. Certain foods really stand out to me. My friends’ moms fried chicken. My fried tacos. Almost anything sweet. Chips. Perfectly buttered toast. They all represent something to me, but I’m relatively good at distracting myself now. Only rarely do I give in to these temptations.

19. It’s been over a year since I’ve had fast food (as in a drive thru business). The only one I really liked was Taco Bell (and chic fil a but stopped going there years and years ago for political reasons). Ever since I really focused on clean and organic foods, fast food hasn’t appealed to me.

20. A healthy diet of veggies and fruits is always nice and refreshing. A diet program I turn to most often is the ABC diet.

21. Pants (used to be 25, currently a 27/28). Shirt (a S but I prefer M or L for a baggy fit).

22. My lowest weight was around 110-113. I gained while in therapy several days a week and focusing on my passions in life. Things were going really well in my life and my need to control things was redirected into my athletic and creative goals.

23. Media has a large role in motivating me to remain sick. Im not so sure it was a role in me wanting to lose weight. Once I was ill I rewatched Girl Interrupted, Thin, Intervention, Whats Eating You, Super Slim Me, Supersize vs Superskinny, Biggest Loser etc. over and over and over again.

24. I don’t believe anyone who suffers from an ED is For any of this. I think it more accurately describes an individual as “actively-Ana” or “acitvely-Mia.”

25. I’ve only successfully purged once. As I said earlier, it’s not my thing. My friend who struggles more with bulimia suggested I could try using a toothbrush and tickle my tonsils. After a lot of gagging and sweat, I was able to purge a good amount of my meal. But I hated the idea of eroding my esophageal lining. And in the end, restricting was just easier for me. Tidier. More control. More discipline. Reflected my personality more.

26. A different kind of confidence, and a certain mentality that I truly miss in my creative process.

27. If I can avoid it like, avoid going into the kitchen to grab something, then its very easy. It tests me when sitting around a table filled with snacks. So if I can keep my hands occupied with a hydroflask of water, thats what I focus on. And I’m always in my head from the beginning of meal. Who am I wish. What are we eating. What else have I eaten today. What else do I have to eat today. How many calories is the meal. How many calories can I afford to eat. etc etc. And when I have a plan, I stick to it.

28. Yes. I’ve always had a thigh gap growing up and even through my 20s. Only in very late 20s and 30 have I felt the very top of my thighs rub together if I walk a certain way and it makes me feel seriously ill. I miss the days of standing with my feet tightly together, upright, butt tucked (not sticking out like IG influencers for better angles), and still having a gap.

29. Passionate Brilliant people with an unwavering sense of self.

30. Ill continue to update my stats, especially since I did this all in 1 go vs over a month.

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certifiedmoth · 5 years

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Friends To Lovers (Part 1)

FWB - Jim Mason x Reader

Series Summary: Life in Palos Verdes is less than ideal. However, maybe you can find solace in a friendly figure...

Word Count: 11K

Warnings: Smut (fingering, male/female oral sex, unprotected sex), underage drinking, also please note everyone is 18+

Notes: This is a new series I’m working on about Jim and Y/N being friends with benefits! Part 1 is really long (sorry, yikes) and it’s a bit slow at first as we explore reader’s life in PV, but picks up in the end with some nice smut, enjoy! ♡ (Credit to @ferns-cody for the lovely gif)

There was a certain sadness you could feel in the air before the sun rose in Palos Verdes. The blues and purples of the night sky danced together then faded as the ocean stirred in the distance. The world around you that was once still, began to wake up. The soft chirping of birds nearby, the occasional car passing by, and the delicate touch of wind across your cheek reminded you to put on one of your many different faces and prepare for the new day.

You enjoyed the early mornings spent on your roof. This was the time when you could see Palos Verdes for what it was supposed to be. A serene paradise meant to be enjoyed, savored. Not the vile and all-consuming superficial mess you now knew it to be. Of course it was still beautiful, but the picture perfect houses with their flawless inhabitants unnerved you. You thought it wasn’t possible everyone here had it that good. You had been here 7 months and you still weren’t use to the mirage that this place was.

Perhaps it was jealousy that had you scowling as you sat on your clay tile roof. Or perhaps it was the shame you felt as you realized you were just like them. Always putting a show on for everyone around you, never truly revealing yourself to the world. What made you any different than every other resident in Palos Verdes? You tried to push those thoughts aside as you grew frustrated with yourself. You always managed to overanalyze things and sometimes you felt it was truly exhausting to be you. You wished you could live your life simply without overthinking everything and just be. But unfortunately, you weren’t that person. You were the type of person to have an identity crisis before 7 in the morning.

Now with the sun in the sky shining down on you from above, you took a deep breath and exhaled longingly, shaking your head in the process and silently cursing to yourself. You heard the familiar buzzing of your phone on the red tile beside you and watched it light up. Glancing at it, you saw the text from your friend that you were waiting for.

[Alison]: Leaving now!

You picked up the iPhone that lay to your side and quickly texted back an “okay!” before standing up and making your way to the open window. Since you moved here and became friends at school, you and Ali always tried to get together at least once during the weekend and the plan for this fine Saturday morning was to “hang and chill at the beach”. With her on the way, you put on your dark red bikini and threw on some high waisted shorts and your old tattered gray t-shirt. Some friendly company sounded nice, but if you were being honest, what you were really looking forward to was the feel of the sand between your toes and the coldness of the sea on your skin. Whenever you could feel yourself being spread too thin, the ocean was always there to pull you back. Nurturing and restorative, the water comforted you like nothing else.

You finished brushing your teeth and putting all the essentials into your backpack when you saw your phone light up on your bed. You shoved the sunscreen in, zipped up your bag and grabbed your phone before running downstairs. You knew what the text said before you read it, but checked anyways once you reached the kitchen.

[Alison]: Outsideee

Quickly, you put some food in your bag and were suddenly greeted by your mom, still in her robe. “Where are you off to?” she yawned, fixing herself some coffee, still half awake.

“I told you, I’m going to the beach with Ali and Chris,” you passed her the creamer she forgot to take out of the fridge.

“Okay, don’t forget I’m leaving today and coming back Monday,” she sternly said, walking over towards you and pulling you into her arms. She was a flight attendant and left often, usually only for a couple days at a time. She didn’t like leaving you alone, but loved traveling, and when you reassured her that you’d be fine and capable on your own, she couldn’t pass up the opportunity. It put a smile on your face to know she was happy and doing something she loved. If anyone in Palos Verdes deserved that, it was her.

You smiled, hugging her back, “Yes, I remember.” The eye roll that accompanied your words was probably unnecessary, but after being reminded 5 times by her, it was an automatic reaction. “Have fun, I’ll see you Monday,” you said, letting go of her, but her grip tightened, holding you in place. Laughing, you groaned, “Mom, I have to go, Ali’s outside!”

“Okay, okay, fine. I love you. Make good choices!” she yelled the last part, as you were headed out the door. A little joke between the two of you, you’d say it when she went on dates and she’d say it when you went just about anywhere.

“Never. Love you!” you waved her off as you opened Ali’s door. The trash that accompanied the floor of her Prius never ceased to amaze you. “I love what you’ve done with the place,” you smirked, closing the door and setting your bag on your lap.

“Shut up,” she snorted. “I really tried to keep it clean this week! Can’t you see the effort I made?” She jokingly asked as she gestured to the Taco Bell wrapper on her dashboard.

“I’m going to call the official Palos Verdes committee, which is absolutely a real thing, and they’re going to take your ass away.”

“Good, the sooner I get out of here, the better,” she joked, shooting you a big grin.

Chris’ house was about a minute from yours, which you always thought was nice. The idea of having somebody nearby, who you were fairly close with comforted you. Chris was considered a popular guy, even though he didn’t think that himself. He easily made friends wherever he went and was charming in just about every way possible. Attractive, too. He had blonde curls that sometimes fell in his bright green eyes. Tall and toned, you could understand why most girls gawked and whispered when he was around. But you saw past all of that, and instead saw the kind and caring person you knew him to be.

The two of you pulled into his long driveway, and Ali stopped the car only to pick up her phone to text him. You were thinking and laughing silently to yourself about the possibility of there actually being a PV committee, that would rain down hell on any who dare stray from the norm of tennis skirts, fake tans, and brunch, when the familiar blonde haired boy stumbled out of the front door. He adorned dark sunglasses and was holding his head, as though it hurt.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Ali laughed loudly, barely getting her sentence out.

“Honestly, what did we expect?” you joined in on her laughter.

He opened the car door and crawled into the back seat, not bothering to say anything. “Is somebody hungover?” you asked, like a mother talking to their child.

He mumbled out a small “shut up” before looking up at you and flashing a small smile. You pretend to be hurt as Ali’s laughter fills the car.

“Is that just how we’re going to greet me from now on? First Ali and then you. I mean, honestly people…” you trail off, throwing your hands in the air.

“Stop being a smartass then,” Ali quips back, winking at you.

“Never,” you jokingly glare at her and then at Chris, who’s taken his sunglasses off and seems to be very amused and pleased with your reaction.

The drive to the beach was fairly short, but the three of you had still managed to talk about the latest scandal concerning the president, migration patterns of sea turtles (thanks to you) and the party you’d all be attending later that night. Chris was telling you how he was looking forward to getting drunk again when you noticed a slight sadness in his eyes. But, before you could push further, Ali had turned into the parking lot and parked the car, turning the engine off with a loud sigh.

“What a beautiful day!” Ali exclaimed in her best (but actually incredibly horrible) Australian accent as she welcomed the beach with open arms. Both you and Chris groaned in response, sharing looks of disapproval with one another as she ignored you both. Quickly, you all grabbed your belongings out of the car and dragged yourself through the sand looking for the best spot. Luckily, the beach wasn’t too crowded. You’d usually only find a couple of people there, something you were grateful for as you felt the beach was a sacred, special place meant for relaxation. And today wasn’t any different. You saw that some of the surfers were out today, their belongings in a pile on the south end of the beach. But besides that, the beach was deserted. You let a small smile form on your lips and Chris must have noticed because he bumped his shoulder against you with a smirk on his face.

The spot was easily decided upon between the three of you when you found a nice bit of soft sand near the water. You notice you’re just a little ways down from the surfer’s things as you delicately lay your blue towel down in between Ali and Chris, making sure not to get any sand on it, which Chris completely messes up when he slams his own towel down and flops on to it. You glare at his obliviousness as he lays there with closed eyes and his hands behind his head, soaking in the morning sun. You lean down and take a handful of sand, only to slowly raise it right above his toned stomach. You turn your head to Ali behind you and she silently nods, approving of your actions. And with that, you open your hand, painting his stomach with a fresh new coat of sand.

“Fucking hell, Y/N,” he gasps, brushing the sand off of him.

“It’s what you deserve,” you smirk, gesturing towards the sand covering your towel.

“Oh, is that so?” he carefully questions, a smirk playing out on his face. “Well, in that case,” he inches dangerously closer to you with a glint in his eye and hands outstretched. He quickly starts putting more sand on your towel and before you know it, you’re screaming and Chris is tickling you while trying to cover you in sand. You were pretty sure Ali’s laughter could be heard across the whole beach, which only caused you to think you all must have looked crazy to any bystanders. Luckily, they were all in the water, enjoying the waves the ocean brought that day. Or, so you thought. You heard a voice call out for Chris nearby and you all paused what you were doing, looking over at the dark haired boy in the wetsuit.

“Hey Gabriel, what’s up man?” Chris laughed, shaking off the sand as he stood up. You tried to fix your hair and clothes, while Ali drank from her water bottle.

“Psst hey, I’m thirsty for Gabe,” she whispered to you as she motioned to her bottle, snickering to herself. You shot her a glance before trying to hide your laughter in front of the two boys.

“We’re talking about tonight over there, what were you bringing again?” Gabriel’s voice trailed off as the two boys started to walk towards the familiar group of boys from school you occasionally saw Chris with.

“Bye, then!” Ali yelled, with fake annoyance.

“I’ll be back in a bit,” Chris shouted back, sporting a reassuring grin. You rolled your eyes and leaned back down as you closed your eyes and settled into relaxation.

“We should just throw his towel in the water,” Ali comments, laying down herself. You quietly chuckle, hitting her side to tell her to let it go.

Being around Ali and Chris was nice but took a tremendous amount on your part. It didn’t feel natural to be this outgoing or gregarious. You didn’t know who this person was. But it was who Ali and Chris knew you to be, so you played the part. The sweet bitterness of it all was that you had two amazing people in your life, and yet, you were still alone. You pondered the idea of Ali and Chris having to play a role, too. Was Ali this naturally loud and rambunctious, attracting attention and admiration everywhere she went? And was Chris naturally this charismatic, making everyone fall victim to his charm? Maybe it was natural for them. Perhaps, it was as easy as breathing for them and they lived their lives as authentically as they appeared to. You let out a long sigh, as you were reminded of the differences between you and your friends. But quickly, you were shaken from your intrusive thoughts as Ali rustled around beside you, sitting up.

“So, tonight!” Ali cheerfully said, causing you to open your eyes and squint up at her with the sun in your face.

“Yes!” You met her excitement as you put your sunglasses on, sat up, and started to take your shirt and jeans off.

“Brandon said it starts at like 8, but we shouldn’t get there right away… right?” she looked at you for agreement.

“Yeah, we definitely don’t want to be the first ones there. We’re lame, but I mean, we’re not that lame,” you joke as you squeeze some sunscreen in your hand and start to rub it into your warm skin. You hear a faint whistle from the other side of the beach, which causes you both to jerk your heads up. A slight blush creeps its way onto your cheeks as you weren’t expecting to hear that. You laugh it off, and Ali rolls her eyes, taking her own clothes off in the process and grabbing the sunscreen from you.

“Anyways!” she says, loud enough for the boys to hear. “They’re stupid,” she glances over at them, her voice back to a normal level. “But yeah, I was thinking we could go at like 9? Is that okay?”

“Yeah, totally,” you nod. And you realized, just like Chris, you were dying to have a drink in you, as well.

“Okay, cool. I’ll be at your place at 9, then,” she said while standing up. “But for now, I want to go in,” she nodded her head towards the water, smiling down at you.

“We literally just put sunscreen on. We have to let it soak in,” you laughed quietly, refusing to get up. And with that she leaned down and started to pull on your arms to try and lift you, but you were slightly stronger.

“Come onnnnnnn,” she groaned. “We can just stick our feet in until the sunscreen has done its thing.”

How could you resist? “Alright, fine,” you compromised, letting her pull you to your feet.

This is what you had been waiting for all morning. A shiver ran up your spine as you made contact with the cold water. The frigid ocean in January wasn’t ideal, but you would take whatever you could get. How deceiving Palos Verdes was with its external beauty and rotten core. Even its beaches could trick the smartest man. With the sun shining and the ocean calm and crystal clear, you would never expect to feel daggers once in the water. The secretive glance you stole at the dripping wet surfers in their wetsuits, told you that this was as far as you and Ali would go in today. You wanted nothing more than to be engulfed and surrounded by the water, but thought hypothermia didn’t sound particularly enjoyable.

You were interrupted from your thoughts when you felt the icy cold water splash all over your skin. The scream that came out of Ali was unhuman like as you searched for the cause of what had you two shivering. One of the boys had kicked a soccer ball in your direction, landing in the water right next to you. Rolling your eyes, you assumed the culprit was Travis since he always had that stupid thing with him.

“You think that’s funny huh?” Ali shouted, half joking, half angry, stalking towards them. You picked up the ball before it could drift away and held it far from your body as it basically felt like a soccer ball sized ice cube. You shuffled towards the group that Ali was standing in front of, scolding. The laughter coming from the boys told you that they didn’t take her too seriously. Travis walked towards you clutching his chest, gasping for breath as he laughed.

“That was so fucking funny, oh my god,” he managed to get out, taking the ball from your frozen hands.

“I’m glad our pain is your pleasure, asshole,” Ali criticized, shooting him a glare.

“Oh honey, you have no idea,” he said suggestively. “Also, nice top, Y/N,” he winked and you suddenly became aware of the thin, unpadded fabric that was no help with the cold water you experienced just moments before. You quickly tried to cover yourself as best you could from the stares of the lust-filled boys.

“Oh fuck off, Travis. Stop being creepy,” Chris chimed in, stepping forward and thankfully, trying to divert the attention away from you. “Why can’t you ever keep your mouth shut, huh? Why can’t you be more like me? Or like Jim?” he gestures to the brown haired boy to his side. You glance up to find a pair of piercing blue eyes already staring directly at you and he holds your gaze for half a second before looking away. Travis is still laughing as Chris walks over with his signature grin and takes him by the shoulders to give him a slight shake. “Be more like Jim and I. Don’t. Be. Creepy.” He enunciates every word as Travis laughs it off, saying “whatever, man”.

“Ali was right, you guys are stupid,” you smirk. Both Gabriel and Chris share the same look of offense and betrayal directed at Ali, who simply shrugs her shoulders.

“I meant what I said,” she smiles, squinting her eyes at the dumbstruck boys. “You guys have fun now. And keep your balls away from us,” she motions towards the soccer ball, which you scoff at. Their laughter can be heard as you both turn around and make your way back to your things, the water being slightly too cold to be in today, much to your annoyance. You sneak a quick glance back in search of the blue eyes, but instead see that the brunette’s eyes are shut as his deep laughter fills the air. You turn back around, sigh contentedly, and silently thank whatever god is responsible for cute boys.

“Gabe couldn’t keep his eyes off of you,” you smile over at Ali once you two sit down, getting comfortable on your towels.

“He’s so hot, oh my god,” she groans, covering her face but you can still see her cheery smile peak through. “I’m nervous about tonight, just a little bit,” she says quickly, lowering her hands slightly and glancing your way with an over-exaggerated frown. You aren’t used to seeing much vulnerability from Ali, but it’s welcoming.

“Why are you nervous?” you ask soberly, hoping she’ll open up to you and the two of you can have an authentic conversation, something you’ve been craving.

“I just- Well, Gabe and I have been friends for a while, right? And that’s great. But now we’ve been texting each other and kind of flirting at school and I just feel like something might happen tonight with us,” she says, fidgeting with her hands.

“That’s good though!” your eyes light up as you encourage her with a smile.

“I knoooow, but like… I haven’t been with a guy in forever, and god, I’ve been so horny lately, I would literally kill for some dick, but what if I’ve lost my touch?” she squints her eyes at the ocean, pondering her situation which has you stifling a giggle at her dramatic appearance.

“I highly doubt that, and plus, he totally wants you. He’s going to be jazzed just being in your company, because you are amazing,” you say the last part in a singsongy voice, which she shyly smiles at.

“What about you though! Have you had your eye on anyone? Tonight would be a lot easier if you got laid, too” she says with pleading eyes. You’re a little thrown off, but try your best not to show it.

“I don’t know… I haven’t really been interested in anybody lately. I’m not like the dating and relationship type, you know?” you scrunch up your face as you stumble over your words.

“You don’t have to marry them, but you should have some fun tonight, too,” she says reassuringly, wiggling her eyebrows at you. You can’t help the laugh that escapes as she tries to persuade you. “Plus, didn’t you hookup with that one guy a while ago? It’s been way too long. You shouldn’t neglect your body like that,” she pushes further, winking at you.

You cover your face and cringe at the memory, “Oh yeah, Henry,” you groan, rolling your eyes. “Way too much tongue… Actually, I wouldn’t have minded if he had just used his tongue elsewhere,” you raise an eyebrow at Ali, causing her to make a scene with her laughter.

“Fuck, that’s right! Henry, oh my god. How could I forget the guy with the lizard tongue,” she gasps for air between laughs. You laugh beside her but cringe a bit at the memory. “That’s what you get for hooking up with a guy from our rival school,” she pokes your side, rubbing it in as much as she can.

“How was I supposed to know! I was new and clearly made a bad call,” you shake your head in laughter, laying down and hiding your face with your bag. “Let us never speak about it again,” you say muffled behind your bag.

“Actually,” you say moving your bag to the side and raising yourself on your elbows. “You kind of have a point, it has been a while…” you mutter, while kicking some sand around with your foot.

“Yes! It has!” she leans forward excitedly, as she thinks she’s finally got you on her side. “You deserve to have some fun with a hot guy, and Palos Verdes has lots of those to spare,” she says very matter-of-factly. You smile at her words as you roll over the idea in your mind. You had been touch starved for months and the thought of having someone’s hands dance all over your skin thrilled you. Perhaps this would even be a good distraction from the overbearing thoughts you found yourself having lately.

“Alright, I’m open to the possibility, but I can’t promise anything will happen,” you try to sound nonchalant, but your smile betrays you.

You had spent a couple of hours at the beach, Chris soon joining you and Ali after he finished talking with the boys. You had a really nice time soaking up the sun and spending time with the two people you were closest with in this town, but you couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief as you got home. You always found yourself seeking solitude after being around people. You knew that some time alone before the party would do you some good. Especially, since you now had an objective for tonight and a lot to think about because of it.

You spent a good portion of the time leading up to the party reading in bed, cuddled up next to your cat, Luna. The soft purrs that emanated from her calmed your nerves as you stroked her silvery soft fur. You told yourself you had nothing to be nervous about, but you still shared the anxiety that Ali was feeling earlier. When you glanced at your phone and it showed that you’d be leaving in an hour and a half, you decided to close your book. You started to feel more excitement after you fed Luna her dinner and started getting ready. Some intimacy and connection was exactly what you wanted right now. It was actually what you needed. The feel of someone’s hands gripping your waist, their breath fanning over your exposed skin, nipping at you gently with soft lips. It sounded like heaven and you couldn’t help the smile that played out on your face as you decided on what to wear. Your closet held many great things, which usually resulted in a lot of indecision on your part when it came to getting dressed. However – tonight it would have to be your black, strappy dress. The way it hugged your curves had even you checking yourself out in the mirror. It showed just enough cleavage to leave others wanting more and was also backless, which you particularly liked. You thought, “why not show off my body?” Especially on a night like this. The fabric stopped halfway down your thighs and if somebody’s gaze followed all the way down your legs, they’d find some black stilettos to accompany your sleek, well-fitted dress.

You thought to yourself, “Damn, I look good.” And you did, there was no denying that. You fixed your hair just the way you liked it and put some makeup on, as well. Taking a step back from the mirror, you decided you were really pleased with the way you looked, which only made your excitement grow. You were ready to have a drink, spend some time with Ali and Chris, and (hopefully) have a little extra fun tonight with somebody new.

You heard the familiar buzz from your phone that told you Ali would soon be at your place, so you spritzed some perfume delicately on your neck and touched up your hair. Luna jumped up onto your bed and made herself comfortable in the middle of the lilac duvet and the sight of her curled up with closed eyes calmed whatever nerves you still had about tonight. You leaned down to softly pet her head which had her perk up and make a chirping noise from the disturbance you had caused her. Her annoyance with you had you laughing to yourself as you saw the headlights of Ali’s car turn into your driveway. Bending down, you placed a gentle kiss on her head, said your goodbyes, and were on your way.

As soon as you opened Ali’s car door and sat down, you were greeted with screams from the driver herself. “Bitch, you look SO good!” You couldn’t help the big grin that adorned your face as you welcomed her praise. “Forget Gabe, I’m just going to hook up with you tonight,” she said, pulling out of your driveway.

You looked over at her and winked while saying, “I’m down,” which caused a giggle to leave her lips. “You look really good, too! I love that shade of blue on you,” you turned towards her and looked at her navy dress.

“Sexy, right?” she wiggled her eyebrows at you. “I think Gabe will like it,” she added softly with her eyes glued to the road but a smile on her face. “I’m feeling a lot better about tonight, but I still need a drink,” she let out a breath as she continued,” How about you! How are you feeling about tonight?”

You nodded your head slowly, looking out the window at the passing street lights, “I feel good, too. Definitely want a drink, but I feel… good,” you confirmed to her and yourself. You don’t know why you were even nervous to begin with. After all, these were just people from school and you were all graduating in a couple of months, so if anything bad happened you wouldn’t have to see them for that much longer anyways.

You knew that you had arrived when you could see the many different cars parked along the street and people loitering the lawn, boisterously talking amongst themselves. With the car finally parked a little ways down from Brandon’s house, you stepped outside to be greeted by the brisk chill of the night. The moon gleamed in the night sky as you both made your way towards the sound of laughter and yelling, the sound of your heels clicking on the pavement adding a calm beat to the overbearing sounds you were hearing.

You passed those who had spilled outside of the house and onto the lawn and caught a few eyes staring at you. Or rather at your body. You smirked to yourself as you stepped through the door, with Ali right behind you. The house was dimly lit and thudded from whatever song by The Weeknd they were blasting over the speakers. From what you could tell, Brandon’s house was quite nice, albeit similar to yours, as was pretty much every house in Palos Verdes. Except now, it was filled to the brim with high school seniors, drunk, unruly, and looking to let loose. You actually felt bad about the mess Brandon’s parents were sure to come home to.

“Chris!” you heard Ali scream behind you as you turned around only to see her disappear into the crowd. You tried to follow, but were swallowed into the mob of dancing people. You recognized familiar faces from school and some new faces, as well, as they swayed around you in a drunken state. You suddenly felt a pair of hands around your waist and someone’s lips brush against your ear. “Well aren’t you a pretty thing,” they whispered, the smell of alcohol faint on their breath. You turned around only to find a complete stranger and scoffed at their overconfidence.

“Don’t touch me,” you tore their hands from your body and rolled your eyes as you made your way against the grain of the large crowd. You wanted to get with somebody tonight, but would never consider the creep who grabs random girls from behind. He’s lucky you didn’t give him a black eye. Surprisingly enough you could hear Ali’s laughter, even over the deafening music, which told you she was nearby. You pushed a little further and saw the navy dress with her in it, talking to some familiar faces.

“Hey! I lost you,” you laughed awkwardly, scratching the back of your neck. Everyone’s eyes turned to you, some even looking you up and down with a smirk on their lips.

“I was wondering where you went!” she shouted over the music, hugging your waist and bringing you into the circle of friends. You noticed Gabe was standing across from her, which explains why she practically ran over here the moment she noticed the familiar faces.

“Here you go,” you heard a familiar deep voice as someone bumped into you with their hand out, offering Ali a drink. “Oh shit, sorry,” you both turned towards each other only to see that it was Chris who had nearly knocked you over. His green eyes widened as he took in your appearance, “Oh wow, Y/N.” His breath hitched slightly, but he regained his composure quickly, “I didn’t mean to almost kill you, sorry.” He laughed lightly, holding onto the two cups in his hand. Ali grabbed one and patted him on the shoulder, turning back to her conversation. “Here, take this one. I’ll go grab another one,” he offered you the drink in his hand.

“Thanks!” you took the cup gladly from him. “I’ll come with you, though,” you said, looking up at him with a smile.

“Okay,” his eyes gleamed, taking your arm and leading you through the crowd of sweaty people, only letting go of you once you two reached the corner where the drinks were. You wanted to scope out the place and for anyone you thought would be interesting to play around with. Taking a sip of the strong liquid inside of your red cup, you winced as you felt the familiar burn make its way down your throat. You were spinning around back towards Chris when you stopped and noticed he was already staring at you. You gave him a quick smile as he averted his eyes and watched as he poured himself another drink.

“You havin’ fun?” you asked a bit concerned once you remembered the look of sadness he wore earlier at the beach. He shared that same look just as he made eye contact with you and you were curious what could be upsetting him.

“Oh yeah, what’s not to love about parties?” he winked at you, raising his cup and taking a big sip.

Walking over towards him, your mouth turned down slightly at the edges as you softly told him, “You know, you can always talk to me if something’s bothering you.”

He put his arm around you in a jovial way and wore a smile that only half convinced you as he stared at your face, searching for something you weren’t sure of. “I know. I’m okay, though,” he said softly, squeezing your shoulder.

You both made your way back to the group surprisingly easy for how rowdy and crowded the party was getting. Ali and Gabe only had eyes for each other as they stood dangerously close to one another, engulfed in a conversation. You noticed the placement of her arm on his bicep and you were happy that she was going after what she wanted. You looked around the group, observing everyone in their drunken states, which you had to admit, was quite amusing. You tried to hide your giggle by taking another sip from your cup when your eyes landed on a familiar brunette leaning against the wall. His icy blue eyes you had seen only earlier that day bore into you once more. Only this time they were two shades darker.

His eyes searched every part of you, drinking you in. The way your hair swayed as you looked at the partygoers. The way you bit your lip as you observed them, squinting your eyes, clearly in deep thought. And the way your bare legs teased and tantalized him. God, you looked absolutely divine, he thought to himself. You glanced at the beer in his hand and put two and two together, deciding the determination in his lust blown eyes was the product of his beverage. But, you took the bait anyways.

It didn’t take long for you to find your way over to him, his eyes never leaving you for a second even with the commotion of the party. You placed your body right beside his against the wall and could feel his eyes on you as he turned his head to really take you in. Your smile was apparent as you brought your cup to your lips again, drinking the harsh liquid.

“Hi there,” you said, finally looking over at the tall brunette standing next to you. You were met with half-lidded eyes and a slight smirk that tempted you to kiss him right then and there.

“Hey,” he simply replied, his voice raspy and eyes glancing you up and down.

“Are you ever going to stop assaulting me with your eyes?” you joked, a smile playing out on your face.

“It’s not my fault you look like that,” the corners of his mouth turned up. “You see – I just can’t help it,” he placed the hand not holding his beer over his chest, breathing in and taking in the sight of you completely.

The way you rolled your eyes at his words had him laughing, which you thought only made him more attractive. “It’s Jim, right?” you asked, turning on your side to look at him.

“Mhm,” he muttered, mimicking your gesture and leaning on his side to face you. “Y/N, right?”

You nodded your head and took another sip from your cup, finally starting to feel the effects on you. The blue in his eyes was mesmerizing, even as they grew darker with each passing minute; even as they got closer while he moved his body towards you. “You’re the new girl,” he commented.

You scoffed, “Well, I was new 7 months ago – Not sure if I’d still be classified as the new girl now.” He seemed particularly amused by the slight irritation in your voice, especially when you used air quotes around “new girl”. He folded his arms and leaned in closer to you, squinting his eyes as if to stare you down. But you didn’t budge; you liked a challenge occasionally.

He sensed you weren’t ready to back down as you raised an eyebrow at his stance. Sighing, he leaned back and smirked, “You’re cute when you’re mad.”

He caught you a bit off guard with his words, but you regained your composure quickly. “Oh please, I’m not mad,” you replied, the hint of a smile on your face. “You don’t have that much of an effect on me,” the satisfaction gleamed across your face for everyone to see, but Jim was too close now for anyone to notice. He seemed to make his way closer and closer to you until your bodies were mere inches from each other.

He leaned down and ghosted his lips over your ear, smirking at the way your breath hitched in your throat. “So, I do have some effect on you, then?” His voice was deep and sultry. His words dancing in your mind.

“Maybe,” you placed your hand gently on his chest, leaning into his body. You could feel his toned chest through the soft cotton of his shirt, and the smell of his cologne left you in a daze. All you could think about was getting as close to him as possible. “Is there anywhere a little more… private?” you ask, your fingertips dancing across his chest.

He takes your hand in his, stopping your movements altogether, which causes you to look up at him. He looks a little surprised by your forwardness, but pleased nonetheless. “I do – Follow me,” he grabs your hand tighter and leads you through the crowd. You both make your way upstairs and the first room you try already has three people in it. They are way too focused on each other’s unclothed bodies to notice you and Jim opening the door and then quickly shutting it. You’re both still laughing as you head towards the room down the hall, holding onto each other closely. You stumble in first, happy to find that the room is unoccupied, with Jim following right after you. You take your time walking to the middle of the room, slowly turning to take it all in as you hear Jim lock the door behind you. A very nice and spacious master bedroom. Your thoughts of Brandon’s parents sleeping on the california king sized mattress make you cringe a bit, but you shake those thoughts from your mind easily. You’re faced towards the vanity across the room when you hear the bed dip. Turning with a smile on your lips, you see Jim sitting against the headboard, clearly having made himself comfortable. He pats the spot next to him as he notices your eyes staring directly into his.

“Well, aren’t you a presumptuous little thing,” you squint as a soft laugh escapes your lips.

“You’re the one who wanted somewhere more private,” he says, mimicking the way you had said it downstairs, earning a smile from you. You shake your head at the boy, place your cup next to his abandoned beer bottle on the dresser and slowly make your way towards the edge of the bed. The way he’s looking at you has you wanting to rip his clothes off and straddle him, but you want to take things slow. Not for your own sake or because you wanted to take your time and savor this, but because you wanted to make him wait a little and put him on edge. The way you get onto the bed and crawl on all fours towards him has him practically salivating. You finally reach him and lean up to kiss him lightly on his cheek. Just a little something to tease him, before you find your place next to him on the bed, sitting beside him. He lets out a small breath at the feeling of your lips meeting and then leaving his skin quickly. You lean into his warm body, with your bare legs resting against his jean covered ones. Your eyes stare seductively into his blue ones, challenging him to make the next move. His arm finds its way across your shoulders pulling you into him even more as his other hand slides up your thigh and grips it slightly.

Your heart beats fast like a drum as you wait in anticipation, wanting nothing more than to find out what he tastes like. The moment you inch closer to his lips, he leans down, meeting you slowly. He nudges his nose gently against yours, silently asking for permission. The smile that adorns your face is genuine as you feel his warm breath ghost over your lips. You lean the slightest bit into him and suddenly feel his soft, tender lips against yours. The way your mouths dance against each other is nothing short of heavenly. Jim manages to elicit a small gasp from you as he moves his hand further up your leg. The grip you have on his shirt is strong as you pull his body closer to yours, needing to feel more of him.

You both lay there for several minutes, tasting each other and reveling in the feeling of your hands exploring the other. You hold his face close to yours as he bites your bottom lip gently. Slowly, he massages your tongue gently with his and you swallow the moans that leave his mouth. A delicate dance that you are both sharing in. This continues for a while, the both of you losing yourselves in the feeling of the other.

When you break the kiss to nip at his jawline, he closes his eyes in pleasure and sighs softly. The next sound heard in the room is your breath hitching in your throat as he bunches up your dress and moves his finger gently up and down your black, lace panties. He can feel how wet you are through the thin fabric and bites back a groan. Swiftly, he pushes the drenched lace to the side and runs his finger through your folds slowly before sinking it in. It was your turn to close your eyes in pleasure as he thrust his long digit in and out of you slowly, staring intently at you with lust-filled eyes. He could feel himself hardening as he watched the look of pleasure on your face while you held him closely with your arms around his neck. The way your body squirmed as he dipped down to kiss your neck encouraged him to add another finger. You moaned desperately, making him bite down on your skin, hiding a grunt from leaving his mouth. He moved his fingers in and out of you skillfully, relishing in the way your brows furrowed and breaths got more and more desperate. You started to get used to his rhythm, sighing contentedly at the tingle settling in your stomach. And then he stopped, removing his hand altogether.

Your eyes shot open, giving him an astounded look nearly begging him to continue, but stopped once you saw him removing his jean jacket. You watched hungrily as he lifted his white t-shirt over his head and threw it on the floor near where his jacket was discarded. Growing impatient, you started to fumble with your dress, trying to take it off.

“No – Don’t,” Jim spoke up. “Let me.” He was about to take his jeans off but stopped once he saw what you were doing. Grabbing your ankle that was closest, he pulled you towards him so that you were now laying down. He quickly pounced on you and you felt the heat of his body as he hovered over you. Leaning down he placed a heated kiss to your lips, melting in your taste. You almost didn’t even notice his hands pulling the straps of your dress down, but once you felt them linger over your breasts you instinctively moved your hips up to his, needing to feel more of him. He moved down to lightly suck at the sensitive part of your neck and pulled your dress down over your breasts.

“Damn,” he pulled back and muttered, mostly to himself. Having decided not to wear a bra that night, you thanked yourself silently as you were happy to speed up this process. He couldn’t believe how unbelievably sexy you looked laying underneath him, looking up at him with pleading eyes. He dipped down once again and placed open mouth kisses all the way from your neck to your chest. He took one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking lightly as he gripped the other in between his fingers. You could feel him smirk against your skin when you jumped after he pinched you slightly. Moving on to your other breast, he gave a small kiss as to say sorry. You held his head to you and raked his back with your nails as he moved his tongue back and forth over your nipple. The moans that left his mouth when you occasionally bucked your hips into his helped deepen the arousal pooling in your lower region.

You could see he was growing more impatient as he rubbed himself against you. If it wasn’t the way he kissed you, or the way he sucked on your skin, or the sounds of his deep moans that turned you on the most, it was definitely the prominent bulge he ground into you. The rough jean material rubbed against your thin lace and it left you breathless. You needed more of him and as if he read your mind in that moment, he pulled the rest of your dress down your body, throwing it somewhere out of sight. You lifted your hips up for him and he pulled the drenched lace down your legs, abandoning it on the floor as well. His eyes devoured every part of you as he lightly kneaded your thigh with his firm hand. The slight smirk and content sigh he gave right before leaning down in between your legs nearly had you blushing. But what really made a light shade of pink appear on your cheeks was the way his tongue slowly ran up your folds, gathering your wetness in his mouth. He lifted his head and licked his lips, looking up at you through half-lidded eyes. The crystal clear blue you had seen in his irises earlier that day was nearly nonexistent now. He looked at you hungrily, with his pupils as dilated as you’ve ever seen on a person.

Once he leaned back down, he mumbled out a small, “You taste really good.”

You were a little caught off guard and as a result you let out a slight giggle and an awkward “thanks”. He simply chuckled against your skin, kissing and sucking on the skin between your thighs. He moved his tongue up and down your folds a couple more times, and sucked lightly on your clit before removing his mouth and making his way back up your body to kiss you again.

He ground his hips into you once more, needing to feel some friction from your warmth. “Are you on birth control?” he muttered, not being able to control himself for much longer.

Right as you were about to reply, he started sucking at the skin under your jaw, so your “yeah, I am” came out a lot shakier than you had planned.

“Okay, great,” he placed one more kiss to your collarbone before getting off the bed, unbuttoning his jeans.

“Hey!” you said accusingly.

His eyes widened a bit as his hands stopped, “what?”

“Let me,” you threw his line back at him, which earned you a rolling of his eyes and a smirk he tried to cover up. You delicately got off the bed and leaned down on your knees in front of him. You looked up at him innocently as you grabbed his bulge, lightly squeezing it in your hand. His body jolted forward and he sucked in a harsh breath. You decided not to tease him too much, as you were growing impatient as well, so your fingers found their way to his zipper and undid his jeans the rest of the way. Pulling them down his legs you were greeted with a pair of blue boxers. But that’s not what you were focusing on. What filled your mind was the way his cock desperately begged to be let free from the confines of the fabric. You leaned into him and placed your lips right above the top of the cotton band, licking the sensitive skin as you felt him rest his hand gently in your hair. You snaked your fingers under the band and lightly pulled them down. The way his cock bounced freely as you lowered his boxers had you licking your lips in anticipation. You liked what you saw. Not too thin, not too thick, just enough veins. He was also the longest you had ever been with and that alone had you biting your lip.

His tip gleamed with precum and you found yourself leaning in to place a delicate lick at his slit. You smirked at the sudden breath he let out. You could tell he had been holding it in but couldn’t anymore once he felt your touch, sending a jolt of electricity through every nerve in his body. He desperately needed more of you. With his hand placed on the back of your head, he beckoned you closer and you happily obliged. You held him and placed your tongue flat against the base of his shaft, licking up the long vein that ran all the way to his tip. Slowly, you took him into your mouth. But, only the tip. You sucked and swirled your tongue around his most sensitive part, earning you a low, raspy groan from the man above. He pushed your head slightly further towards him and you couldn’t help but give in to his demands. You were enjoying this just a little too much as you sunk your mouth down on him as far as you could go, letting your hand work whatever couldn’t fit. Watching your head bobbing up and down on him nearly had him coming undone already and he couldn’t help but let out a hiss when you dipped down to suck gently at his balls before coming back up and taking his length into your warm mouth once again. He started to lose his composure as he placed both hands in your hair and started thrusting into your mouth, relishing in the feel of your muffled moans vibrating against his cock. But, as much as he loved your mouth on him, he had other plans for where he wanted his cum going.

He gently pulled you off of his cock, took your hand that was placed on his hip and helped you to stand up. Quickly, he kicked his shoes and jeans off of his body, closed whatever distance was between you two and found your needy lips against his. He grabbed your ass roughly and pushed his hips into you, swallowing the moan that left your mouth as you felt his cock rub against you. Slowly, he walked you backwards to the bed where he abruptly left your lips and pushed you onto the comforter.

You fall onto the plush fabric with your mouth slightly agape as he stares down at you, pumping himself a few times as he makes his way towards your body. The anticipation is torturous as all you want is to feel the sensation of him filling you. The bed moves slightly as he finds his way on top of you. Even though his warmth was addictive and nearly set every nerve in your body on fire, the way his length rested against your stomach as he kissed along your jawline sent a tingling shiver up your spine. His breath ghosted against your cheek, hot and heavy, with him rubbing his length against your lower abdomen, the glistening liquid leaking out of him smearing against your skin. The feeling of your nails digging into his back made him jerk his head up with a low grunt escaping his lips. The sight of his wavy hair, now unruly, in front of his lust-blown eyes only made you more desperate for his touch.

He placed one more kiss under your ear before whispering, “Still sure about this?”

“Yes,” you groan, practically begging for him to connect your bodies already.

“Alright,” he says, smirking at the slight eagerness in your voice. He raises himself from your body and the coldness that hits you from the lack of his warmth leaves you feeling dissatisfied; however, you aren’t able to think about it too long as he quickly grabs you by the hips and flips you over so that you’re now on all fours. He holds your hips tightly in his grasp as he bends down to kiss the back of your neck. “This okay?” he whispers, lightly grinding against your body.

You reply by pushing your body back into him. His length rubs against your skin and you feel your hair move as he lets out a harsh breath. And then suddenly you feel the absence of his warmth over your back as he leans up, gripping your hip with one hand and his shaft with the other, running it up and down your folds, spreading your wetness around.

In one swift motion, he sinks himself into you and both of your moans fill the room, as you tightly grab onto the comforter beneath you. You shut your eyes in pleasure at the feeling of him filling you completely and he rolls his head back, a groan leaving his lips, at the feeling of being encompassed in your warmth. He gives you both a moment to adjust to this new feeling before moving his hips. He’s slow at first, trying to pace himself, but the soft sounds leaving your mouth drive him absolutely crazy and you can feel him pick up the pace, needing that extra bit of friction. The sound of skin slapping against each other is the prominent noise in the room, along with your quiet moans, his occasional groans, and the faint music from the party downstairs.

He pushes further into you, seeking his own pleasure, as he goes at a relentless pace now. The tight grip on your hips (that you were sure to find bruises on tomorrow) left quickly and instead he leaned down and wrapped his arms around your torso, his hot breath fanning against your neck. You could smell his cologne and even the slight scent of the ocean hidden underneath. He sucked harshly at your soft skin, which you were sure was purple by now.

“Fuck… fuck… fuck,” he started saying to himself, voice shaky as his hips slammed into you over and over. The feeling of him buried deep inside of you nearly had you seeing stars. Both of you were grateful that you were holding on to each other, since you were sure it was impossible to stay up on your own now. He thrust into you a couple more times before you felt him bury himself completely in you. He started groaning loudly as his cock twitched inside of you and you could then feel his cum spill out of him, painting your walls. Slowing his thrusts, he held your body close to him, making sure you milked his cock for every drop he had. He let out one last content breath before releasing you from his grasp and pulling out of you.

You lay there catching your breath and could feel his cum seep out of you slowly, running down your thighs. Your arousal was starting to build up before he had finished in you and now, you felt slightly bitter towards the man getting off of the bed. Turning around, you found him running his hands through his disheveled hair, trying to catch his breath as well. Even though he looked ridiculously attractive like this, with a slight flush adorning his cheeks, you couldn’t help but glare at him for leaving you high and dry.

“Hold on, let me get something for you,” he said while looking at the mess his cum made. You watched him walk towards the bathroom against the farthest wall, his bare ass on display only deepening your arousal. Moments later, he came back with a hand towel, brushing it against his neck that softly glistened with sweat. “Here,” he handed it to you and you rolled your eyes.

As you were nearly done wiping your legs, you spoke with a hint of hostility in your voice, “You know, I didn’t cum.” You didn’t bother to look up at his reaction, but when you didn’t hear a reply your eyes found themselves glancing up anyways. His arms were folded and he was slightly shaking his head, a smirk played out across his features.

“Did I say I was done with you?” He let out a low laugh when you raised your eyebrows in surprise. “I know you didn’t finish. Did you think I was just going to leave?” he said, moving towards your body that still lay on the bed.

“Well… Yeah. Pretty much,” you said in an obvious voice. You squeezed your legs shut as you could feel your arousal dripping at the sight of him advancing towards you. He stopped when he reached your legs, softly caressing them up and down.

“No – Like I said, I’m not done with you yet. I only got a small taste of you and I’d like more,” he glanced at your heat, licking his lips. “If that’s okay with you, of course,” he mocked the attitude your voice held just moments before. You looked down, slightly embarrassed as you bit your bottom lip and nodded your head slightly. From your position, you lowered yourself completely onto the plush cotton beneath you, ready for him. He teasingly ran his fingers up your legs and then slowly, spread your thighs apart, taking in the sight of you completely.

His icy, blue eyes bore into yours as he leaned down to place open mouthed kisses all over the inside of your thighs. Your eyes fluttered at the feeling of the small nips he left against your sensitive skin. Suddenly, he licked a small, hard stripe over your clit, making your hips jut out. You could feel his smirk as he attached his lips, sucking hard and holding you down with one of his arms. Instinctively, your hand reached out and grasped onto his hair as your head rolled back into the mattress. The desperate moan that escaped you as he licked fast stripes over your clit sounded almost angelic to him. He stopped his movements and placed his tongue flat against your entrance and reveled in your whines as you tried to move your hips against him to try and get some friction. But his arm that was wrapped tightly around your hips prevented you from moving, much to your annoyance. You tried pushing his head closer to you, but he strongly denied your requests, simply keeping his tongue in place, taunting you with its warmness.

“Jim,” you panted, looking down at him with pleading eyes. He looks up at you with a glint in his eye, his lips still attached to you.

“Just wanted to hear you say ‘please’,” he mumbles against your heat, teasing you.

“Come on,” you groan and with that he licks up your entrance, his nose bumping against your clit in the process. He starts licking and sucking faster as he notices your breaths getting more and more desperate. He moves to your clit and sucks harshly, making you yelp. The tight grasp you have on his hair only pushes him to go further. He removes his arm from around your waist and instead places both hands at the back of your thighs raising them towards you to give him more room.

The feeling of his tongue against you was like nothing you had ever experienced. You hated to admit it, not wanting to give this near stranger any satisfaction, especially after teasing you, but he was definitely the most skilled you had ever had. His strong tongue flicked against your clit back and forth before coming back down. He pushed himself in between your folds and curved his tongue in and out of you, sucking on any part of skin he could find. You held his mouth to your entrance by the soft curls tightly grasped in your hand, as you could feel your arousal building quickly.

Your voice grew desperate and needy, something you didn’t recognize and you wondered who this person was. “Oh god… oh god… oh god,” you started to chant, body shaking as you felt the bundle of nerves in you begin to tighten. He went back and forth between sucking on your clit to licking fast lines up and down your folds, his hands holding onto your thighs intensely. You could see the veins in his toned arms bulge and part of his hair in his face as he continued his assault on you, working you towards your end.

You had thought to yourself, you never wanted this feeling to end, but you desperately needed to feel the band that was tightly wound in you snap, spreading your warmth all over his pretty, little tongue. He dipped his tongue into your folds again, nose bumping against your clit as he relentlessly moved in and out of you. The electricity in you building and building until you felt yourself ready to tip over. His tongue pushed into you once more and you finally toppled over that cliff that had been building in you. You let go, rolling your head back against the plush fabric and let out a lengthy and sensual moan. Your hips moved against his mouth, riding out every wave of pleasure he gave you.

He licked up every ounce of wetness that came out of you, savoring in the taste of you on his tongue, before you pulled his head back from the overstimulation. You looked properly fucked out, he thought, sitting up and smirking to himself while wiping the rest of your essence from his face with the back of his hand. You let out one last, deep breath before taking your time sitting up and stretching.

“Well, that was – fun,” you said, for lack of better word, your voice sounding exhausted.

“Yeah,” he agreed laughing and shyly scratching the back of his head as you got off the bed. There were clothes all over the floor but it wasn’t too difficult to differentiate yours from his. You found your still damp panties and begrudgingly put them on, while spotting your black dress and picking it up. Turning around, you found Jim back in his jeans, buttoning them while looking for this white t-shirt. You felt a little awkward not really knowing what to say to him, so you just focused on pulling your dress up your body and putting your arms through the straps, adjusting it to your liking. As you spotted your heels and made your way towards them, you glanced at your phone to check the time and instead found two texts from Ali.

[Alison]: Where are you???

[Alison]: Y/N, are you getting fucked?? Tell me!!!

It had been about thirty minutes since her last text and you winced a little at the urgency and excitement in her messages. After putting your black heels on and smoothing out your dress you glanced over at Jim to find him fully dressed, jean jacket and all, with his eyebrows furrowed, staring intently at his phone. You stood there awkwardly for a moment expecting him to look up, before grabbing your cup on the dresser and heading towards the door.

“So… Um…” you started, not really knowing exactly what to say, while you held the door open half way, the music from downstairs flooding in.

He still stared at his phone as he muttered, “Shit, I have to go.” He started to get up, taking his eyes off of the screen and running his hand through his hair. You assumed this was his way of getting out of having to spend any extra time with you, which you were happy to play along with. It could always be awkward after hooking up with someone; you never really could tell how somebody would react. And since you weren’t exactly the warm and cuddly type, you had found yourself in a couple of previous predicaments where you have had to literally sneak out of the room, needing to escape from your lovers’ soft eyes and warm arms. You found that you were okay with sexual experiences, but once it turned emotional or loving in any way, you couldn’t leave fast enough. And Jim seemed to be right on par with you as he created this “fake scenario”, you thought to yourself.

“Okay – Well, bye!” you gave him one last smile before opening the door fully. The last thing you saw before walking out into the hallway was Jim’s face contorted in confusion and, was that – sadness?

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