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Hi, I love your writing so so so so so much and it's like my goal in life to get as good as writing as you, but I was just wanting to ask if you would write a ghoap puppy play drabble but with a ftm reader, I don't wanna make you uncomfortable but I actually can't find any puppy play stuff with a ftm reader in it and I would literally worship the ground you walk on if you did (if you don't feel comfortable doing this please don't)
yknow i dont take requests but you're actually the sweetest person alive (and i want to write puppy play rn) so sure!!! tysm for such kind words <3 (also your goal should be to get 10x better than me but i love you anyway)
1.8k of ghoap x ftm!reader with puppy play :) words used for reader's genitalia are cunt, hole, and cock (also reader is called pretty once)
It's a struggle not to beg, but you're a good boy. You stay still on your knees, paws resting on the wood below you, and you focus all of your attention on staying good.
Johnny's not good. Johnny's never a good boy, and usually that's a blessing for you, but right now it's a curse.
A whine slips from your lips, unintentional but loud. You lick your lips, swallow, and try to settle. Still, you've drawn Ghost's attention.
His hand stills in the air and he cocks an eyebrow. "Need somethin', pup?"
You lick your lips beneath the wire muzzle, shake your head. You don't need anything, you only want his hands on you. Simon's the only one who decides what you want.
He lands another smack against Johnny's bared ass, and the other pup wriggles on his lap, eyes screwed up - in pain or pleasure, you can't tell.
"Look'it him," Ghost rumbles, grabbing Johnny by the mohawk and forcing him to look at where you're knelt several feet away. "He's gotta wait for his turn because you can't remember how to be good. That seem fair?" He shakes Johnny's head for him, and you catch him smirk when Johnny whines. "You'd be barkin' and howlin' like I'd fuckin' shot you if your positions were reversed, but he's sitting there, nice and pretty."
You shift on your knees, padded hands tapping the floor in an effort to expel any of your energy. You pant with your mouth wide open, keep your eyes locked on Ghost, trying to ignore the clenching of your hole on nothing but air.
"Poor puppy," Ghost coos, voice edging into that part-affectionate part-condescending tone that makes you drip. "Having to watch me punish Johnny, when you should be getting all my attention. Is not fair, is it?"
That's a trick question, you know it. Anything Simon decides is fair, that's how this works, and you know intuitively that there's no right answer.
You whine, then yip, leaning forward a bit.
He laughs, letting go of Johnny's head and delivering another blow, this one making Johnny wail from behind his own muzzle.
"Little longer, pup," Ghost calls over Johnny's cries, every smack nearly as loud. "Just keep bein' good for me."
You can't help your noises as you watch Johnny's punishment, but you don't move. Your hips rock against the air, but you don't try and push your paws against your cock, don't try and get yourself off without permission.
You're good, you're a good boy. Ghost said so.
You try to keep your breathing even, try to keep yourself away from that cliff-edge of desperation that can get you in trouble, but it's almost impossible with the show you're watching
Johnny's face is red, streaked with tears as he takes his punishment. His thighs and ass are the same shade of red, and the cock hanging between Ghost's spread knees matches too. He's kept hard by the black cock ring at his base, but you know he doesn't need it. His feet kick and push at the couch cushions to no avail, his mitted hands punching and pushing at the arm of the couch.
He's more muted than you, his muzzle a thick leather instead of wire, but you can still hear the way he cries. Johnny's always been loud, and he's not shy about voicing his displeasure.
Eventually, Simon begins to slow his strokes, the sound of his slaps becoming quieter and the time between each one lengthening. Johnny's cries quiet to sniffles, and you shift forward even more, knowing what's coming.
You just barely manage to hold back a whine.
"See?" Ghost rumbles, stroking up and down Johnny's sweat-slick back. "You're alright, hush now. You bring it on yourself, Johnny. Wouldn't need a punishment if you could behave more than five minutes."
His eyes shift up to yours, and you can't bite back the whine this time. Ghost smiles at you as he shifts Johnny from his lap to the floor.
"Nothing like you, huh pup?" He raises a hand, motions you forward, and you're quick to crawl to him. You shove your head into his hand, melting into the scratches through your hair. Soap stays hunched on the floor next to you, head resting on Ghost's knee as he catches your breath.
"Yeah, you're my well-behaved puppy. Nothing like the mutt, hm?" You lean further into his hand, smiling when he chuckles and gives you the pets you desperately want. "My well trained pure-bred, hm? Maybe I should enter you in shows, let everyone see how perfect you are."
Johnny whines from next to you, digging his face further into Ghost's knee. Simon scoffs, but pets him too.
"Nah, couldn't do that with you, mutt. You'd embarrass me just for the punishment." His words are mean but Ghost's tone is soft, and Johnny's eyes nearly roll back in his head at the soft scratches to his scalp. "But you'd be jealous if he got all the attention, wouldn't you?" Ghost sighs, then uses his hands to push the both of you in so your muzzled cheeks are pressed together. "Guess I'll have to keep you all for myself."
Despite your own arousal, it's not too difficult for you to sit and wait while Ghost coaxes Johnny out of his punishment-headspace. It's nice to float in the softness, so rare with the three of you, and you're content with Ghost's hand on your head.
Eventually, he moves away.
"Alright, you want your treat, pup?"
You blink hazy eyes open, shifting to try and follow his hand with a whine. He smiles at you, and grabs you by the nape of the neck to guide you more fully between his legs.
"C'mon, don't you want a reward for bein' a good boy? I think Johnny deserves one too, for takin' his punishment so well."
Soap is quicker to perk up than you, quickly crawling so he's behind you. Realizing what's going on, you sit up more fully on your knees and brace your paws on Ghost's thighs, looking up at him and smiling.
"Pretty thing," he coos. "Don't worry, you'll get to come. Johnny." He snaps, the sound loud right next to your ear. "Go on. Mount him."
Johnny doesn't have the self-control to give you time to adjust, or to go slowly. One minute you're empty and aching, the next you're stuffed to the brim and stretched wide around Johnny's cock.
You both moan, and you feel the leather of his muzzle bump against your naked shoulder. You melt into the space between Ghost's thighs, eye-level with his cock tugged out of his pants as Johnny fucks you without giving you any time to adjust.
You whine loudly, eyes screwing shut at the near painful drag of his cock in and out of your hole. It's good to be filled, satisfying an ache that you've been fighting for what feels like hours, but your body can't help but fight the intrusion, pushing you further up on your knees and making you look up at Ghost for comfort.
He only smirks and pets a hand through your hair as Johnny snarls at your attempt to get away, paws landing on your shoulders and pushing you down into his ruthless thrusts. He snarls at your yelp, wide even behind the muzzle.
"You're alright," Ghost says, hand guiding your head to rest on his inner thighs. "We both know you like it rough, pup, be a good boy and let Johnny give you what you need."
He's right, Ghost is always right, and it doesn't take long for the sharp stretch to turn to pleasure, for the heavy drag of Johnny's cock in and out of you to leave you moaning instead of whining.
You pant with an open mouth, tongue lolling out to rest on your tongue as you try and breathe through the fucking, brain scrambled. Johnny's just as loud behind you, snarls and grunts and moans slipping through the leather as he bullies himself inside of you.
"There ya go, good boy," Ghost rumbles, giving you a solid pat. "Both of you, my two good boys. You're fuckin' him so good, Johnny, giving him such a good treat."
You work your hips against Johnny, pushing back in search for more pleasure, and whine high in your throat when it's still not enough.
"Y'need more, puppy?" Ghost asks, and you nod yes as vigorously as you can with your whole body being rocked in place.
"Here," he grunts as he shifts, moving one leg between your thighs and pressing his boot against your cock. You melt at the sensation, shoving yourself up and grinding against the strings. Your cries are almost deafening as Johnny's thrusts don't falter, the combination of stimulation heavenly.
"Go on, get yourself off. You've earned it."
You don't last long after that. You work your hips against his boot, the texture rough but perfect against your slick and swollen cock, sensitive hole still pounded mercilessly by Johnny. You feel insane with pleasure, eyes rolled back in your head and drool slipping endlessly down your chin as you let yourself drown in in.
You clench hard around Johnny when you finally come, cunt clenching him and milking him for all he's worth. He howls from behind his muzzle, pressing his face along your neck. You know if his mouth was free he'd be marking you, sucking bruises into your skin and covering you in his spit. You almost whine at the lack of it.
But you're far too drenched in your own euphoria to miss anything, really, your only focus on pushing yourself to higher heights of pleasure.
You float down, eventually, but you're immediately thrown into overstimulation as Johnny's pace continues exactly as it was. He continues to pound into your mercilessly, the sound of your slick shameful in the quiet room.
You paw in a panic at Ghost's thighs, looking up at him with wide eyes as you press closer to try and get away from the cock rearranging your insides. He only smirks and presses his boot up, the pressure against your cock so soon after an orgasm absolute torture.
"Let Johnny have his treat now," he scolds lightly, giving you a slight tap to your cheek that has you trying to nuzzle yourself into the crease between his thighs and hip. "Maybe he'll manage to get off, even with that pretty ring on his cock. Let's let him try, hm?"
You look up at him with vision blurred by tears, whining as you balance the sharp edge of pleasure-pain from Johnny's minstrations.
Ghost only smirks, petting you again. "Hang tight, pup. Be a good boy for me, let our other boy have his fun."
You whine, and bury your face next to his cock, trying to breathe evenly as Johnny only drives himself more and more insane inside your cunt.
#i really don't mind writing male reader stuff it's just not my default with cod for some reason#but i never imagine myself as my reader-inserts so it doesn't change much for me lol#asks and answers#ghoap x reader#ghoap x male reader#male reader#bo writes
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People who haven't known me since middle school will never truly get the impact Nikolai has had on me. When ORC came out and I was gifted with a model of Nikolai that actually yknow looks like a person instead of a ps1 mess AND they gave him scars...the insane teenager I was over that. God.
And then covid hitting and re3make released and I had to quit my career path as an EMT but what was there to cushion the blow to my psyche? Re3make and Nikolai in particular. Neil's performance as Nikolai was just the highlight of it all for me and I feel into an even deeper love with that bastard.
And that's why he will always be so special to me 🩷
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fucked up my boss is a more helpful person tha. my dad.
I moved into the apartment so i got my own room now and all that yet no furtnure at first. my dad on Thanksgiving sent me screenshots of aarons furtnite bundles fhay he said he could get for me and then he will just pay it off in the installments so like a housewarming gift but way more epxnes8ve yknow.
and I have nothing for my room. no bed, no bedframe, boxspring, end tables. hell not even a desk. I had blankets and then a bunch of stuffed animals that were yputooz thay I never took out the box becausei didn't have my own area.
so I instead picked out a bed set that was cheaper than the living room bundles he sent me and sent it over to him. and so he said he'll get it sorted and everything. Thursday comes, everything goes fine. me and my friend go and buy the things we need like pots and pans and towels and sheets and a pillow (for me), toilet paper, trash bags. yknow all the stuff. and I call my dad to see whats going on on his end and he forgot. he forgot whay sya I was moving and that he was feeling like ahit physically the lats few days. understandable. I just now gotta get an air mattress for the night so I'm not sleeping on the floor.
I go back to my grandma's later that night to grab more things and my aunt (my dadd sister) offers to let me use the air mattress my cousin uses when we go to camp so I don't have to buy a new one. great.
we didn't have a couch because those bitches are wpxnsive so ny other aunt (dads sister again) offers to let use use her blow up couch that she uses at camp. turns out it's fucking huge (like the size of a 3 cushion couch which is larger than I expected) and it folds out into a queen size air mattress. super cool.
next day, I text my dad at around 7pm when I was still at work to see what's going on. says he will be most luekly able to get the bedset later that night when he cashes out. never fucking hear form him. sleeps on the air mattress thay night again.
next day, I got to work (my main job that actually pays me not minimum wage with shitty hours) and my boss says he can get me a microwave because his daughter has a spare and he found a couch and a few other things on the Facebook buy nothing group. fucking aweseome. thay saves so much money. he drops the sofa off later thag night and now we have a couch! it's black and white striped so goofy looking but we have sheets over it and it's comfortable.
still haven't heard form my dad on the bedset. I got my TV from ym grandma's and idk where my dad put the remote so I texted him about thay and he said he'll look around for it. I'm on the air mattress as we speak. my boss also got me a pretty standard computer desk (it's just a board with 4 legs but ita actually pretty large) for 10 dollars.
fucking it just sucks that my dad sucks so much. I got 2 drug addict parents one of which Is addicted to pain meds and 8ne who is now dead because she took too much illegal drugs. (I think we think it was fetnyal but idk. I was not even 11 so I wasn't told anything besides ivwrdose)
and so like everyone has helped out even my one friends mom who got us an air fryer. except my dad. which i would be a okay with. he still owes me over 1k and is still struggling money wise and I know that. but he fucking offered. why the fuck would you fucking offer if you knew you weren't good for it. I get thay you want to be but fucning God damn jt man. I didn't expect anything from him and the entire time i was like Yay I'll immesdtly get at least a real mattress is that isn't twin size and all that but always reminded myself bot get too attached because yknow and even if he does get it, I might have to help him out with the 110 monthly payments but still. that's so fucked that even from the get go of him offering I had to remind myself that it's not a for sure thing until it happens and looked what fucjing happened.
I love my dad and he's a cool guy. he's not a good dad though. I was trying so hard to not get my hopes up but also belive him and the last few days driving back to my place ill remember and be pretty much on the verge of tears because fuck man. I alreayd knew and called it but whay if. what if he cared enough. fuck me man. my fucjing boss has been mor help than him. yes I have a TV in my room at the moemnt because my dad grabbed it form our old place before he fully moved out of there (he's back there now btw.) and it wasform ym old room there where we all got tvs since emy dad mainly had his shit together 5 or so years ago. but man, I don't care about having a TV. I barely watch shows as it is and I have a laptop that I bought recently (within the year) thag I use and my friend brought his TV that we having in the living room and we have been wts hing TV together.
I just want a real mattress to sleep on. i don't want to be just barely above floor level. I want to be able to put my money toward soemthing else like dressers kr bookcases instead dof soenthing I was told I would have for free (or well no money form me at leats). I qas gonan get a full size bed. not even a fucking queen. just seomthing larger than the twin beds I've had all my life. and it would have had a boxspring and a frame with drawers int he bottom and shelf built into the headboard and it would've been grwta. but now I'm sitting aline in ym room crying on a blow up mattress on the ground at 2 am and I'm pissed.
I knew this would happen. he's not a dependable person. I loaned him 100 follars a few days before thanksgiv8ng which he said he would pay back the next fucking day and he still hasn't. yes I know he has mental issues (adhd, anxiety, depression, proabbly a number of other things) and hes in chronic pain and so he takes pain killers but you can't even help out your own fucjing kid. and the first one to move out fully on their own. yes by oldest brother had moved out but never his own place that he owns and he's right back where we all started with my other brothers and hell my dad was even there for a while too.
idk if im going to slepe soon or not. but I am gonna go out on the couch and proabbyl watch some supernatural to calm down.
#tiny talking#tiny vent#this was a long one#i did however get my friend to start supernatual#hes never seen it before but we are now on Bugs#and hes says he likes the hsow#we did stop todya snd i had him start the boys since he liked dean so much#anywyas. yeah
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you never listen and i hate you lately | tom holland
AN: i wrote this in 2017 when hoco came out AND when i was goin thru a breakup. i kept putting off posting it here but now that the uuuuuhhhhhh news dropped, have some more depressing shit!
there will not be a part 2
(i would link my masterlist but its literally just shawn mendes fics lulz)
i.
It took me a moment to realize what I had gotten down to the night before. When I woke up in a hotel room that was similar to mine, but not exactly the same, a bout of nerves pulsed through my veins. I rolled over onto my back, only to discover a sleeping guy next to me.
As always, my drunk self could not be trusted.
This wasn't new for me. Every time I went out, I always told myself that I wouldn't hook up with anyone. I would just have a few drinks and then go home and be drunk by myself. More often than not, though, I would wake up naked with a random person in a random place.
I mean, this time only happened because I was invited to the Spider-Man: Homecoming premiere. I wasn't sure why, but who was I to turn down something like that? There was an after party, and needless to say, I attended. That's where things got fuzzy. I had a few drinks and talked to a few people, some of them from the movie. I didn't expect to wake up in bed with the main fucking actor.
Again, not exactly uncharacteristic for me. But it was probably the least expected to discover that I had slept with Tom Holland. I was wracking my brain, trying to dig up the part from last night where I actually met him. You would think I would remember something like that, even with the amount of alcohol in my system. For once, I even tried to remember some of the events that happened in this room, but to no avail. Shame, this one was actually hot.
He turned in the sheets, facing me. I froze, not daring to look at him for a second. He remained still and silent, probably forgetting that he brought some random girl into bed last night. This was my sign to quietly get my shit together and leave. I sat up and scanned the room for my dress.There was no way I was going to steal clothes from a fucking famous actor, I’d definitely get sued for that at some point. I found my bra hung on the back of a chair, then my underwear caught on the foot of the bed. My dress? Nowhere to be seen.
I managed to reach over and grab my lace panties. Putting them on was a bit of a challenge because I didn't want to expose myself in case Tom woke up, and I didn't want to move around too much and cause him to wake up. However, lying on my back, curling my legs, and sliding the fabric back on gave me a small flashback to when he was doing quite the opposite. He definitely knew what to do with his hands… and his mouth… My chest fluttered, but I quickly shook it off. I was in the process of leaving.
But I was sidetracked either way.
“Hey,” Tom sleepily mumbled, much to my disdain.
My hands immediately went to the blanket covering my chest and I looked at him. I was unnecessarily starstruck at the way he looked. His hair was ruffled and messy, and his neck was speckled with hickies I barely remembered leaving. His arms and shoulders looked so delicious, I found myself loathing that I was so hammered that I couldn't remember what it was like to touch him.
I pushed all of this aside. “Don't worry, I'm about to leave.”
Tom sat up on his elbow, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes with his other hand. “What for?”
In my experience of hook ups, the person I slept with normally just rolled over and ignored me when I was making my exit. Needless to say, I was thrown off by his words. He didn't want me to stay, did he?
“Um, I'm just… there's nothing else for us to do here, right?” I asked in response.
“There could be some things to do.” He smiled. “Come on, it doesn't have to end now. I had a good time with you.”
Another guy who just wants my body. No thanks. One night is enough, even if it was Tom.
I shook my head. “I should just go.”
“Okay,” he said after a pause.
It was so much easier when I was blackout drunk. Not that he wasn't attractive now, but Tom seemed a lot more seductive and alluring when I was grinding up on him at the after party. Or maybe I was just hungover and in shock that it was him I scored.
“Could you, um, not look at me?” I sheepishly asked.
Tom chuckled and dove under the covers.
Quickly, I hopped out of bed and grabbed my bra. Once I had it on, I looked around for my dress. I kept glancing at the bed, making sure Tom wasn't making eyes at me.
I groaned. “Do you have any idea where my dress went? You can look, I guess.”
He sat up, looking around at the room. It seemed like he was actively trying not to stare at me. “Have you checked the bathroom?”
Why would it be in the bathroom? I looked in there anyway and low and behold…
My pale pink dress had a mysterious red stain on the front. Great, my walk of shame was going to be even more shameful. I came out of the bathroom, looking down at the gross stain. I barely even looked at Tom, even though he was looking right at me, as I walked over to grab my shoes, phone and clutch bag.
“Okay, well,” I said dismissively, “this is where we part ways. It was good to meet you and whatnot.”
“Actually,” he spoke up as he got out from under the covers. Thankfully, he had his boxers on. “Is there any chance I could see you again? You just… you seem really cool, and I want to get to know you.”
I hesitated, but I also refrained from rolling my eyes. “I've heard it all before. You say you want to get to know me, but you really just wanna see if you can hit it again, and you'll give up when you don't. Then you'll go back to England and we'll forget about each other.” And when I watch his movie on DVD with my friends, I'll throw in a joke about sleeping with Tom Holland and my friends will laugh because that doesn't happen in real life.
He let out a soft laugh, amused by my cynicism. “Or, we could go to dinner, maybe - i-if you want - and we can have a good time that doesn't involve getting naked. What do you think?”
Another thing I've heard before. Sure, he was a celebrity and I would probably never get a moment like this again, but he was also a guy. He was a young guy, and I probably wasn't the first one night stand he's had. Why would he get attached this quickly?
Thankfully, my phone rang in my hand, giving me the chance to indirectly reject him. “I have to take this. I have to go.”
ii.
Do you believe in signs of fate? Do you believe that if someone comes back into your life that they're meant to stay in it? I sure as hell fucking don't, but I did come pretty close.
It wasn't that long after I had left Tom in his hotel room did I see him again. Obviously, I didn't expect us to still be in the same fucking city, much less the same country. I expected him to be completely taken over by premieres and interviews and plenty of other busy things, that was the realistic thought. That's what happens in real life, not… seeing him with his friend at the Starbucks by my apartment.
This wasn't the first time I saw an old flame (if that's what we're calling him), but every time was just as nerve-wracking as the last. Again, I didn't think he would still be in the country, so I was pretty thrown off when I saw him sat at one of the high tables wearing a baseball cap for a “disguise.”
My plan was to just act like I didn't see him and carry on with my day. But, with my luck, he saw me first.
Next thing I knew, it was Friday night, and I was getting ready for a date. With Tom. How did I end up here? Sure, I was sober this time around, but I couldn’t really pinpoint the moment where he reeled me in and convinced me into going to dinner with him. He told me to “look smart,” but I didn’t really want to pull out my nicest clothing for him. Wasn’t sure if he was worth it just yet. Heels, mediocre perfume, and a black dress from my dirty clothes pile worked for now.
Of course, he had to come pick me up and wait outside the car. He looked pretty decent in a black button up and dress pants. Oh yeah, he’s hot as hell. That’s why I was doing this.
“You look really good,” he told me, already sounding flustered.
I smiled. “Thanks. You too.”
He opened the passenger door for me, and I had to resist rolling my eyes. I had a cheesy night ahead if things worked out. While I was still on the fence about this whole thing, there was a part of me that hoped this would work out. So far, Tom was proving to be a decent guy.
The restaurant he took me to was quite flashy and expensive looking, but it was also dark and private. I felt way too poor and filthy to even be near this place. I couldn't even believe I was here, how would I be able to recount this whole thing to my friends? How could I tell this to anybody?
We were seated and served some fancy ass red wine, which I would absolutely need if I wanted to get somewhere with this guy. I drained my first glass quickly before the conversation could start.
“So, what have you been up to?” he prompted.
Slept with more people, but that’s boring, I thought.
“Not much,” I replied. “Work, class… a mundane life.” Way to sound interesting.
“University? What are you studying?”
Telling people information about me wasn't exactly my cup of tea, especially if it was people that weren't going to stick around. Not that Tom would do that… or would he? It was hard to tell.
“Business,” I said, giving in. “I'm close to getting my degree, but I'm not sure what else to do once I graduate.”
“And where do you work?”
How do I explain my job without giving too much away?
“It's just some graphic design thing at this one company,” I explained, then changing the subject. “That's how I got invited to the premiere.”
Tom nodded. We could both tell how boring I sounded.
“What about you? What do you, besides the acting thing?” I asked.
He thought about it. When the pause got to be too long, he chuckled. “This has, uh, been my whole life for a couple of years now. I haven't really done anything else.”
“How old are you again?”
“Twenty one.”
Great. Younger than me, and far more successful. I needed more wine.
“Can I be honest with you?” he asked.
I nodded as I poured myself another glass.
“I really don’t like fancy restaurants.”
If I had been drinking the wine, I probably would have choked on it. “So why are we here, then?”
He shrugged timidly. “Wanted to impress you.”
Shit, that was endearing… and cheesy as fuck. I couldn’t help but grin as I placed my hand on the table and reached for his.
“It doesn’t take a lot to impress me, honey.”
“Would you rather go for a pizza, then?”
“Hell yeah.”
~
The more time I spent with Tom, which wasn’t really a lot, the more attached I got. Yes, even when you spend little time with someone, you can really develop a lot of feelings. I didn’t even know I was still capable of wanting someone for something other than sex.
After our first date, I invited him back up to my apartment for that very reason, except we ended up having “that talk.” We spoke of everything and nothing. From childhood, to trauma, to which bar of Twix we eat first. I hadn’t connected with someone so well in a long time, so when he had to leave the next day, I figured it was too good to be true.
“I’ll go back there after I finish filming,” he told me over the phone. Little did he know, he was on speaker, and I had my best friend sat next to me, overhearing us. “I really do want to see you again.”
“Okay,” I replied, unable to keep down my goofy grin. “I’ll be waiting.”
When we hung up, I turned to my friend, who was utterly surprised. As I had guessed, she didn’t believe me when I first told her who I slept with at the Spider-Man premiere. This was the only way I could get her to believe me.
“But you’re never gonna talk to him again, are you?” she assumed after her stunned silence.
I was about to retaliate, but then I hesitated. “If he does come back, then I’ll probably meet up with him.”
“He said he will come back, though.”
“Yeah, but he’s also always busy in that life of his. I’m surprised I saw him twice in the same week.”
“Well… if you don’t date him, I fucking will.”
I giggled and sat back on the couch. “I don’t remember the last time I actually dated someone. Then, he comes along. Of all people.”
It was actually daunting. Tying myself down to one person, that is, if this thing with Tom works out. A week ago, I had my mind set on forgetting about him, and keeping our late night rendezvous a secret. This thing of going on a date with him and seeing him again in a couple of weeks wasn’t apart of the plan. But strangely, I was okay with it.
~
The weeks went on, and Tom was spending more and more time with me. He would fly to another city or country for some important famous person thing, but as soon as he was free, he would come back to my place. I no longer could count the hours we spent together on one hand. We made sure to stay within the safe, quiet walls of my apartment, because he was constantly tailed by paparazzi. Every moment we had was private and as sappy as you could imagine. Late nights between the sheets, lazy afternoons on the couch… it was perfect.
I shouldn’t feel suffocated, right? I spent enough time away from Tom that I still felt like my own person, and I wasn’t completely dependent on him. I liked that aspect. But every time he came back I was just as… put off. Why wasn’t he tired of me yet? Why did he keep coming back? Why did I keep putting up with it?
“But are you happy?” asked my friend when I expressed this to her.
“Yeah,” I said a little too casually. “I wanna keep him around. Maybe he’s just a little needy and I’m not used to that.”
That night when he landed in the city (probably the third or fourth time since we started dating), I couldn’t find it in me to be excited. I was setting myself up for disappointment. One downside of dating him was that I was not allowed to be seen with him in public. Tom’s publicist/marketing team made it clear that he was supposed to look either single or involved with one of his co-stars to the public. I wasn’t really that bothered by it; I didn’t exactly want people in my life to know who I was involved with. My coworkers and some members of my family knew I wasn’t the type to keep someone around for longer than one night, so imagine their response to me being in a steady relationship. And not only that, being in a steady relationship with a wildly famous heartthrob. Nope, this was better left under wraps.
But, there were times where Tom had to avoid coming to my apartment at all because he couldn’t lose the paparazzi van following him. I guess if he was seen with me, he had a lot to lose. Again, I wasn’t as bothered as I should have been. Like tonight. I watched Netflix by myself and called it a night.
He sent an apology text, and I replied with a peace sign emoji.
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The next time we saw each other, I was a mess. Things had sort of spiraled in the time Tom and I had been apart, and now he was here to pick up the pieces. My pieces.
“I’m sure you can find another job,” he told me.
“But I don’t want another job!” I snapped, trying not to burst into tears. I hunched over, burying my face in my hands. “I spent so much time there, I gave them everything and they had the fucking nerve to let me go like that… Why does this happen?”
Tom just rubbed my back, speechless. How lucky of him, not having to deal with things like this. He never had to worry about living ever again. He never had to worry about things like losing his house or possessions. None of this was his fault, but I couldn’t help but hate him and his soothing touch.
I got up from the couch and paced around the living room. How long more did I have in this place? How was I going to make it?
“I think I have like, one month left here,” I said, trying to catch my breath. The panic was starting to kick in. “I have enough for rent while I find another place to live… m-maybe my cousin in Idaho will let me stay with her… but planes cost money too… fuck, okay. Maybe if I move out this week and if I get my deposit back… if I quit school - oh god, I have to quit school - then maybe I can go live with her…”
“You’re not doing any of that,” Tom quickly interjected. He stood up and stopped my pacing by putting his hands on my shoulders. “I’ll cover your rent until you find another job. Okay?”
And that’s what I get for opening my mouth.
“No,” I told him. “You can’t-”
“Yes, I can,” he said firmly. “I can, and I will. I’ll do it right now.”
“Oh my god, stop. You don’t have to-”
“I want to.” His hands went to the sides of my face. “You obviously have a lot you don’t want to let go of here. Let me help you. I don’t want you to suffer like this.”
Be independent. Yes, you just lost your job and that could mean that everything will go down the drain, but you have to be independent. Don’t rely on a man.
“I’ll find another job as fast as I can,” I told him. “Just this month, okay? I have to start applying right now, though.”
He stopped me before I could get panicky again. “It’s fine, love. Really, I don’t mind doing this.” He smiled and kissed my forehead before pulling me into a hug. “You’ll be okay.”
~
Another month and a half went by before I saw him in person again. It was deep in the summer now, which meant that nobody wanted to hire anybody. It was taking a deeper toll on me than I liked to admit. That was kind of why I didn’t want Tom to cover any of my expenses; I was getting complacent.
But it was just rent for now. I was stubborn when it came to our rare dates. I couldn’t let him pay for anything else, so we had to stick with staying confined in my apartment. Thankfully, we had plenty to do between the sheets. But that was it, though.
“I have an idea,” he prompted in the middle of the night.
I hummed, mildly disturbed by his clear voice. Really wanted things to be quiet right now. Lately, it seemed like he talked a lot.
“I’m going back to Atlanta really soon to film the next movie,” he went on, sitting up on his elbow. “What if you come with me?”
I didn’t say anything at first. I could barely process what he was saying. Sure, he made me feel like I was on cloud nine just a few minutes ago, but I wasn’t that high off the feeling. In fact, I felt like I just crash landed back to earth.
“Why?” I asked.
He shrugged. “Why not? Hey, maybe one of the producers could get you a job on set.”
Any sane person would probably jump at the chance. I, on the other hand, was just fighting the urge to get away from Tom right this second.
“Won’t that be risky, though? There would be a lot of people seeing us together, and I’m looking for a job that doesn’t require travel,” I said.
“It doesn’t have to be a permanent job. And… we can act like we don’t know each other or something. We can figure something out,” he insisted. “Come on, what do you think?”
I shrugged.
“What does that mean? What are you thinking?”
“It’s a big decision. Let’s say I do go with you, am I supposed to just wait around for you the whole time?” I wasn’t sure why I was getting defensive. “I mean, I preferred us being apart. I liked having my own life.”
“And what’s that supposed to mean?”
~
“What are you thinking about?”
“Nothing.”
“Have you found a job yet?”
“Still looking.”
“I miss you.”
“Same.”
iii.
It felt like we had been trapped in my apartment for days, just silently arguing. I didn’t know what to tell him. I didn’t know how to make anything better. All I could think was that I should have just left it as a one night stand.
“Answer me,” he said in an almost helpless tone. “You’ve gotta give me something.”
Tom took a step towards me, to which I only stepped back in response. He sighed and began pacing around the living room. My body language was one of the many things about me that irritated him these days.
“I don’t know what you want me to say,” I finally told him.
“Anything. I just need to know what you’re thinking. You don’t want to come with me to Atlanta, is that it?”
God, not this again. We already had that fight, and I still wasn’t sure how I felt about it. We were already distant, why make it any worse by letting him go on his own to film his next big movie? At the same time, the idea of sharing a space with him and leaving my current location for months on end didn’t sound ideal, either. It could spark an idea in his head to permanently live together, which I was not ready for. I was surprised we still had this thing going on. I just didn’t know how to say any of that out loud without getting emotional about it. Emotions weren’t apart of the plan.
“Say something!” Tom raised his voice.
“I don’t know!” I replied in a similar tone. “I don’t know, okay? I just… I have never seen myself living with a, or my…”
“Boyfriend? You can’t even call me your boyfriend…” he said in disbelief. “Okay, fine. I'm not saying we have to live together after. I can go back to Atlanta, and you’ll stay here, far away from me. Then I’ll come back, and we’ll build everything from the ground up again. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
These questions were suffocating. I just wanted to curl up or run away. My mind was just foggy and full of static. This was overwhelming.
“No,” I told him. “I don’t want us to be apart.”
“Well, you have a shit way of showing it.”
There was a tense pause as those words sank in. My stomach was slowly dropping to my feet. I could feel myself turning into a shell.
“It’s almost like you want to break up with me,” Tom went on. “You don’t like it when I do… anything, really. You don’t want me to hold your hand, you don’t want me to kiss you. You don’t even wanna look at me. Did I do something wrong?”
No. Far from it, actually. That’s why this is so foreign to me.
I shook my head.
“Then what is it? You can’t keep leaving me in the dark like this. I, I’ve done so much for you. I extended my stay here for you. I paid your rent when you were out of a job. I got you a new one that you turned down, I’ve left my friends for you-”
“I never asked you to do any of that,” I snapped. “I’m not the one who wanted to continue seeing each other after that first night, remember? It’s not my fault your friends hate you now because you ditched them for some random girl, that’s all on you. And I never asked you for any financial help and I never asked you to get me another job. I don’t want to be ‘taken care of’ by you or your money or your connections. I don’t want to be dependent on you like that.”
“You don’t get it, do you? I want to support you, I don’t want you to worry about things like rent and university tuition. If you go with me to Atlanta, then you can get a job or something so you can be more independent and so you're not just waiting around for me. If that’s what you want, I mean. And you can go with me to whatever premiere or interview or shoot I’ve got going on. I want you there, I want these things for us.”
That meant he saw a future with me. I was so baffled and almost repulsed. It only made me want to run even more. Why did he want a future with me? What about me made that seem appealing to him? I didn’t understand.
“I’ve scared you even more, haven’t I?” he guessed when I didn’t say anything. And he claimed he didn’t know a single thing about me. “Well, darling, it’s been, how many months now? Don’t you ever wonder where we’re going? Don’t you think about the future?”
“I don’t like to,” I admitted.
Now Tom was rendered speechless. I didn’t necessarily mean it in the way he probably thought, but there was no turning back now. We were already in pain, and he was already angry at me.
“How are you so sure that I’m in your future?” I asked him. “How do you know we’ll stay together?”
“I just had a feeling,” he replied softly. “I know it’s scary, but you can’t think negatively about it.”
Well, there go our chances.
“You’ll be so far away,” I said, wanting to be realistic. “And we did all of this long distance crap already, and it was a mess… for you. And no good thing ever lasts, anyway. We could try it, sure, but who’s to say it’s gonna be better or easier this time around?”
“No one ever said it was going to be easy!” Tom said, clearly hurt. “And no good thing ever lasts? How… how do you live, thinking like that? I knew you weren’t a fucking ray of sunshine, but I didn’t think you would see us that way. If that’s what you’re thinking, then what the fuck are we doing here?”
I didn’t have anything to say to that. It was obvious that there was only one thing left to do, yet I still found myself hesitating, just in case he wanted to do the honors.
~
I woke up in a stranger’s bed a few days after he left. I wanted everything to be as if those months had never happened. He never came into my life, he never changed my life, he never made me feel anything. It just never happened. Tom was just a myth, and him being so far away only validated that in my head.
Standard daily procedure. Got out of bed, got dressed, and snuck out before my one night stand could even remember what they got down to last night. The dull ache that had been persisting in my chest mixed with the hangover. I just pretended that I was having some sort of diffused heart attack.
When I got home, I threw up in the bathroom. I blamed it on the hangover. Afterwards, I grabbed a bottle of whatever was in the fridge and let myself slip away.
It was hard to avoid seeing his face online. That, and knowing that he would probably be lurking, was my reason to delete all my social media. It’s not like I was a savvy Internet person, anyway. I was nothing important. I was just a random girl he hooked up with, I could only hope he would see me like that.
I didn’t want to think about him moping around once he got back to filming. I’d much rather think about him doing what I would do: sink himself into whatever he’s got going on to ease the pain and fill the emptiness. Then again, I could barely stand the thought of him hurting because of me. I was stuck.
There were still traces of him in my apartment. The couch I now lied on to drink away the sorrows was the same couch we spent a lot of our time on. My bed sheets still smelled like him, and as much as I hated it, I couldn’t bring myself to wash them. I wanted to get rid of all of it, but I also found myself clinging to every trace of him I found here.
One of my friends had to talk me out of selling my apartment and moving states. Another friend had to talk me out of getting a dramatic haircut. No one was there to talk me out of partying the pain away. Why would I do all of this because of one guy? Everything we had in the last few months was my fault. Why was I going to do stupid stuff if I was the one who said yes in the first place?
At least I got what I originally wanted: we were far away from each other, and he was going to forget about me in due time.
iv.
It took a lot of time for the pair to figure it out. It's important to know that there is no way they will get back together. Maybe they'll cross paths again, but there's no way to tell for sure. Maybe you only get that lucky once.
When Tom figured things out for himself, he was angry. He could say that he hated her for a while after things ended. But before that, he was wondering where he went wrong. Weren't you supposed to love and support your partner in their time of need? She did lose her job at the time, and it really hurt her. Tom supposed he couldn't blame her for the attitude she took on after. But he was trying to help her, cover some expenses, fly down and see her as often as he could. He just wanted things in their little world to be the least stressful as possible, for both of them.
He just wanted her to be happy, but according to her, that wasn't enough. Or, that's what it looked like at least. It's not like she ever talked about what was on her mind. She was just so closed off, and Tom didn't know why. Maybe someone hurt her in the past, maybe something made her this way. Maybe she was just an asshole with no feelings.
Despite that, Tom still cared for her. He still wanted to be there for her. The rare times she broke down a piece of her wall made everything worth it. Tom thought maybe he would be the one to break her walls entirely. It would take a lot of time, but he was willing to take it.
She wasn't having any of it. At times she would plainly turn him down just because she didn't want to get out of bed that day, making Tom fly to Los Angeles for nothing. Well, he could have gone to see his other friends, but she was the priority, and by that point, his friends weren't speaking to him.
Yeah, Tom sacrificed a lot for her, and she didn't seem to care. He was a fucking idiot for not seeing the break up coming. Things weren't ideal, but they had plenty of time to work on things. She didn't think of it like that, so she left.
Throughout time, he's tried to forgive her, he really has. She probably had some underlying problems that were too painful to talk about. You don't always know what's going on in someone's life, even if you're dating them.
Then, Tom learned that forgiveness is bullshit. Why shouldn't he be angry at her and at himself? Why shouldn't he be hurt by the way she treated him? He knew he deserved better than that! He knew he could find someone who would give what he gave back!
Nowadays, Tom is glad to be free of her, and he wondered why he didn't leave it at the night they met.
As for her, she would agree. Should have left things after the first night. Then she wouldn't have caused him so much pain.
She wasn't sure why she lashed out at nice people, it was a work in progress. There's a voice in her head telling her that these nice people are actually liars and that there's always a catch. That voice was easier to listen to.
Sometimes you just think so lowly of yourself that you can't accept that someone can love or care about you. So you just make them hate you.
Tom made that difficult, which later made her realize how kind and genuine he actually was. He always told her that he could wait, and he was way too understanding and accepting of her stupid self destructive ways. He even paid her rent, something she would never ask of him.
She knew she didn't deserve his kindness. She hardly did a thing for him, and part of that was because she couldn't. She wasn't as privileged as he was, and that was probably something that she didn't like about him.
Sometimes, you're just afraid of commitment, so you try not to get too attached to the other person, and as a result you end up being cold and distant.
Why not break up if you don't want to commit? Well, it's one foot in and one foot out with this girl. She didn't hate Tom, she didn't want to not be with him. She just couldn't join in with what Tom wanted for them. She couldn't think about the plans she had the next day, let alone where she would be a year from now. It was just a tad overwhelming and suffocating.
Therapy is hard. She's had to face her own flaws and try to do something about them. She's starting to realize that maybe hurting other people to keep them away isn't the healthiest thing. She's trying to figure out why she does those things.
The only thing is, even when she's resolved all this bullshit, it's not gonna change what happened with Tom.
#tom holland#tom holland imagine#tom holland fanfic#tom holland x reader#oofs in the chat pls laid ease#i feel weird writing abt tom#bc i started obsessing over him after that breakup#yknow to cushion the blow#so now i associate him with this gross depression n the person i first saw hoco with :(#i adore tom but writing abt him feels weird to me :(#which sucks bc hes such a muse
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So in the human AU I imagine that the equivalent of recruiting darkners to go live in PlayerTown would be Kris, Susie and Ralsei recruiting people for the community center?? If that's the case, i think recruiting the equivalent to the secret bosses would be very fun. i imagine the gang comes across this old clown that's apparently an old friend of Seam's and tell him to go work in the community center. He works as the resident jester that gets into a lot of hijinks. I cant even imagine what spamton be like. The gang meets this weird little salesman and he gives dubious advice about how to take spade king down. Sorry for the long ask lol
yeah something like that! i imagine recruitment would be more like getting people to care abt this place and so it starts to see an increase of visitors, volunteers, and the like. which means the building gets repaired, more things become functioning and available, and the community grows stronger. i imagine castle city was once abt the size of hometown and then had some industries (like the auto industry coughcoughSPAMTONBIGSHOTAUTOScoughcough) make factories there which increased the population and grew the town to a small city. but there's still like a core group of residents who remember when the place was a lot smaller and tight-knit, which is why the community center becomes so important. if they lose the community center, they lose the last testament to this city's origin and the vibrant community it once held. that's what ralsei believes, at least.
i Do think it's incredibly hilarious for a bunch of teenagers to hire weird old men to work here tho. i think the secret boss battles would be more like just convincing a very weird man to bring his weirdness to this one place. but it's just Incredibly hard to convince them. jevil works in a traveling circus, so the difficulty there is getting ahold of him before the troupe leaves town. but then he'd be around for the carnival that queen throws!! and with spamton he's just a bit of a deadbeat?? idk. weird little man. he works as traveling salesman (even tho traveling salesmen aren't even a thing anymore) and also at an auto shop. but once you "recruit" him he volunteers at the community center and manages the lost and found!!!
(and by "manage" i mean "attempts to sell you the random crap people leave around the community center")
but i do think they'd also hold some kind of mysterious knowledge bc obvs that's their intrigue in the game. they're meta-bending goofballs who flew too close to the sun. idk i've been toying with the idea that there's this normal world but then every night when kris goes to sleep they have dreams abt the Real dark world, including everyone other than them being monsters. and it's rlly confusing and they don't know Why it keeps happening. but maybe these weird old men know abt it???? hmmmmmmmmm interesting interesting interesting....
#deltarune#human au#ignorance cloud on#but yeah its mostly like. convincing people to Give A Shit. a la stardew valley I KNOW I KNOW#I DIDNT REALIZE UNTIL AFTER I POSTED THE FIRST ASK THAT IM KINDA RIPPING OFF STARDEW BUT IN MY DEFENSE. YOUR MOTHER.#but yeah i think the secret bosses would add an extra dash of flavor to this world#yes seam and jevil are old besties and they get up to goofs once jevil starts frequenting the community center#ralsei is like 'someone keeps leaving whoopee cushions on all the chairs????'#meanwhile seam and jevil are giggling in a corner#also jevil and spamton would HATE each other at first. theyre like feral cats around each other just snarling and biting#but after some time they mellow out and are buds#but Yeah im tossing the dream idea around#bc i like the normal but it doesnt have to be All normal yknow??? otherwise wheres the fun#kris has weird dreams where they dont feel in control of themself and they dont know why <3 hashtag teen things#but also dont worry abt the length!! pls keep enabling me to talk abt this#if enough people show interest i might start writing drabbles#nothing too long bc i cant commit myself to it#(side-eyes ssoss)#thank you for the ask!#i keep saying 'but also' and 'also' im going to blow myself up#in my defense im sleep
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if you feel like delving into the ethics in atla, how would each member of the gaang respond to the trolley problem? i imagine sokka would probably assume a utilitarian stance, and katara would retch at that, the ethics of care advocate that she is, but what about the others? love the bloggue btw!
aang: rescues everyone tied to the tracks, regardless of which side of the tracks they’re on, and then throws a big party to celebrate almost dying but not quite
katara: inspires the people on the tracks to break their own chains and then collectively fight the trolley
sokka: tells the conductor which wire to cut to stop the trolley. it takes way longer than it should because the conductor is a fucking idiot
toph: metalbends the tracks. showoff.
zuko: sets fire to the trolley. it sounded like a better plan in his head????
ty lee: hmmm.... she thinks she’s gonna wait and see how this is gonna play out first....
yue: changes the direction of the tracks and then lies down on top of the person chained there so that when the trolley does arrive, hopefully she’ll be able to cushion the blow
mai: lies down on the tracks just to feel something. it’s not like she had anything better to do with her day
azula: if the people on those tracks are too stupid to figure out how to escape, then don’t they kinda deserve to get crushed? it’s just natural selection, yknow
suki: changes the course of the trolley, because sometimes you have to take accountability for the sacrifices made for the greater good. it’s not pretty, but being a leader means making tough moral decisions with the options you have.
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from that prompt list, how about julie telling luke nr. 10 „its okay to be afraid sometimes“
oo this was fun to write yknow, love a little angsty juke in the early afternoon. sorry the ending is a little open ended, it had to stop myself before it got too long lmoa. hope you like it!! xox
hurt/comfort dialogue prompts!!
10. “It’s okay to be afraid sometimes.”
Ever since the night of the Orpheum when Julie had thought she was going to lose the boys but didn’t, things had been changing. Little things really. Okay, well maybe suddenly being able to hug them when she hadn’t even been able to touch them before wasn’t little but in the grand scheme of things, them being seen by her family and Flynn was pretty small.
The newest development was that she’d caught them sleeping. Passed out in a chair in the living room, curled up on the couch in the garage, hidden under blankets on in the studio loft. Once she’d even come home from school and found Reggie taking a nap on her bed. It wasn’t that Julie minded, in fact they were kinda cute when they slept, and she didn’t mind the moments of quiet if offered.
But it was weird. It made her wish there was a rulebook for all this ghost stuff -- something she knew Alex wanted just as badly -- and that they weren’t just left guessing all the time. Did them sleeping mean something was wrong? Were they using too much energy? Did they need to sleep or did they just want to sleep so now they could?
Her mind was on all the many questions she had when she walked into the garage, mouth open to ask if Luke wanted to work on a song with her when she stopped in her tracks.
He was on his back on the couch, one hand curled into a fist at his side while the other twitched on his heaving chest, head moving side to side with his brow furrowed, like he was in pain. It wasn’t the first time she’d caught him sleeping, but it was the first time she’d seen him having some sort of nightmare.
Luke lets out a small whine, lips parting and fingers twitching. It’s enough to pull Julie out of her shock and has her moving across the floor until she’s kneeling by his head.
“Luke,” she says quietly, fingers hovering over his shoulder, unsure if she should touch him, but he lets out another whine and this time she can hear him saying ‘no’ and her fingers grip the fabric of his jumper, her other hand reaching for the hand on his chest.
“Luke, wake up.” Julie shakes him a little, biting her lip in worry when he doesn’t seem to wake up, just draw deeper into his head, into his dream. “Luke please.”
Maybe it’s the pleading in her voice or the way she squeezes the fingers on his hand, but Luke sits up suddenly, eyes flying open and knocking her hand off his shoulder. But the hand under hers turns, gripping back like a life line as he looks around with sleep mussed hair and wild eyes.
“Julie?” he croaks when his eyes finally land on her, and he looks so unsure that it almost breaks her heart a little.
“Yeah, hey you’re okay. Just a- a nightmare I think,” she gives him a small smile, hopes it’s reassuring and that her eyes don’t betray her worry too much. Because sure, she’s caught them all sleeping recently but they’ve never said anything about dreaming or nightmares. “Are you okay?”
“I--” Luke opens his mouth and closes it, eyes roaming across her face quickly and Julie can’t tell what he’s thinking, what he’s trying to find. “I’m fine,” he finally gets out and she doesn’t believe him for a moment.
“Really?”
“It was just a bad dream,” he insists, squeezing her hand but he’s avoiding her eyes by looking at their joint hands like they’re the most fascinating thing he’s ever seen.
“You know you can tell me anything, right?” she tries, tilting her head a little to peer up at him and Luke takes in a stuttering breath and he dips his head a little in a nod.
“It’s--” he blows out a hollow sounding laugh, “It’s stupid. Just a bad dream about-- it doesn’t matter about what, just y’know. Memories and the black room and the boys and you and-- and it’s stupid because I’m dead so I don’t know why it still scares me.”
Julie frowns at his words, turns the implications over in her mind, that Luke’s scared of losing them or scared of being sent back into nothingness. He moves from just staring at their joint hands to gently playing with her fingers, calluses sending small shivers up her spine.
“It’s okay to be afraid sometimes,” she says and it finally draws his attention away from their hands and back to her eyes, “You know that, right?”
He just looks at her, and she can see all the worry and fear that he’s normally so good at hiding. Julie forgets sometimes, that he seems to feel everything so deeply, the good and the bad. She gets caught up in Alex’s rambling thoughts and pacing questions and the way Reggie flinches at loud shouting and goes quiet when things get bad. Luke just internalises it all.
“Luke,” she starts but he shakes his head, drawing in a breath.
“I know I just--” he shrugs at her helplessly, “Pretending not to be scared is easier.” he admits.
It’s more than she expected him to admit if she’s honest, and she doesn't quite know what to do. But well, she knows what she’d want someone to do for her. Without letting go of his hand Julie stands up and nudges his shoulder a little.
“Sit up a bit more,” she says.
“Why?” the question leaves his lips even as he does as she asked and awkwardly, arm going over his head and slightly twisting her shoulder, she sits beside him and uses her free hand to guide him back down until his head is cushioned on her thigh and he’s looking up at her with slightly wide eyes.
“I’m going to protect you from bad dreams,” she states, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. It is to her at least.
“Oh?” he raises an eyebrow at her and there’s a flash of his usual cocky self that it almost makes her want to cry in relief.
“Mhm. I can be very terrifying when I want to be, y’know?” she starts running her fingers through his hair, watches his eyes flutter shut a little and the small twitch of a smile on his lips. It’s enough for now.
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✒[!!Okay so this hard thought is Absurd yet I find it super hot since its different...] King!Dom ahaha get it?? Alright, now there's this other scenario in my head during the Sports event they did on ep. 6, during the vault event. So ;)) yknow how the boys have to jump higher and higher, making sure they dont hit the tower thing and land nicely on the cushion?? Putting an 18+ twist on it, the girls have to take part of the vault thingy in order to determine whether its a pass or not. How?? Lets say you were laying on the cushion however you want, may it be on your back or chest as long as you present your princess parts facing the tower where SKZ would jump over. Now instead of just landing on the cushion, they have to have to stick their diks inside you when they land. It'll be happening so hard and so fast, sometimes due to their momentums you both might've been pushed forward a bit making you squeak in surprise, and due to this theyre reaching the deepest places within you— borderline painful but they dont actually hurt you at all,, or there's more pleasure than pain. But dont worry cause you've been prepped with a crazy amount of lube and someone from your team might've been fingering you in your team's venue before your team's turn... If ever it did stung just a bit, they would leave soft kisses and thrust in you to gently soothe the pain. Now whenever its a success, whoever is on top you always gives you praises like, "You did so well, babygirl. You took me so well~💕" and place kisses all over your body. They should have been preparing for the next player to do their turn, however, sum of the boys might've been too immersed in you and couldnt help but to stay inside you for a few moments... The referee might've interrupted ya'll since the boys want to lowkey devour you, make you sore all over and the teams still need their female members for the next events... I have a Feeling that Minho was bitter about that and might've surprised you with a harsh thrust before actually leaving for the next player—
Alright, now when all of this is happening, dont forget that other teams were highkey cheering from the sidelines...
— 🍑 ooooff,, basically putting a spicy twist to any normal scenario... My minds going like, "mkay, a Sports event... Now how do i turn this into a smut??"
MY FUCKING GOD THIS MADE ME SCREAM
this would be physically impossible ahshahsa you would have to have a coochie the size of a fucking vault for this to work ahshaha but ok let’s just play with the thought.
yes, very hot indeed. many times you tumbled over with the member on top of you, dick dangerously close to your private parts and keep in mind,,,, this is being broadcasted with all the other teams behind the camera along with staff member which,,, all the boys only find more hot. Minho succeeded and he was so damn proud over himself, watching the other boys boo at him because they didnt succeed and so without him even knowing he pistoned his hips against yours causing you to jerk forward from the momentum and falling with your head down, ass up. I took every ounce of patient and self control for minho to not jump down there and fuck you into oblivion, you looked too hot with your tiny slutty little skirt that rode up and was merely an accessory for the broadcast but uuuugh you had all 8 pairs of eyes on your princess parts which made you blush for some odd reason.
The referee blowed a whistle meaning that it was time for another member to try but jumped down and slapped your ass before helping you up on the cushion thingy again, smirking out of pride the entire day. Let’s just say that there were countless gifs of you after that episode, you were afterall the fans favorite girl~
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thinkin about the whoopee cushion we had at preschool and you had to blow it up with your mouth every time and idk man just. germs wow yknow. man
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Soulmates - Parrlyn
Wowee!! Welcome to a rollercoaster of gayness. Assisted by the lovely @sarahzarahh and it's about 3000 words-ish.
The flat was warmed through and having Aragon snuggled next to Anne was the least of her problems at the given moment. Her girlfriend's roommate was also sat across from them on an armchair, eyes fixated on a journal of lined paper, frantically squiggling. Maybe it was the aggravating noise, but Anne couldn't seem to take her eyes off of her.
The girl, whom had been referred to as 'Parr', has a mess of tangled curls sat lop-sided on her head. She occasionally flicks her hair to the other side, glancing up and then back down at the book. Parr was of average build, Anne noted with a mental winking face. Pretty, too.
"Why haven't we eaten yet?" Anne complains loudly, moving her shoulder beneath the weight of Aragon, ripping her gaze from Parr.
"Because Cathy isn't hungry yet." Aragon yawns, adjusting herself to me more spread out across the entire length of the sofa, ensuring to kick the cushions out of her way.
"You do realise that referring to yourself in the third person is not attractive, right?" She cocks an eyebrow, looking to the lump laying on her shoulder.
"Not me! Cathy. Cathy Parr. The other person in this room?" Aragon corrects irritably, shaking her head as if she'd told her a billion times (and she had, Anne's brain just rejected the knowledge). "I'm Cath. That's Cathy. Simple."
"That's too complicated." Anne whines, sticking her legs out off the sofa to look at her socks, of which are covered in ducks. "One of you need to change your names. I mean- what do you guys do when someone shouts Catherine?? Both answer? It's too confusing! Just change one of your names to something better. Like Anne."
There's a pause of silence, and Parr makes her first interjection to the conversation. "Cath and I live alone- just the two of us. Who would be shouting Catherine?"
"Me. During sex." Anne blurts. "With Catherine. Because we do that a lot."
"Was that supposed to be a brag..?" Parr enquires, drawing her eyebrows together in both concern and disbelief. "It was unsuccessful, just so you know. And you can eat without me. I'm not hungry."
"Aragon? It's my 21st tomorrow! You know what that means!" Anne sings gleefully. "You better leave leftovers in the fridge because I'm waking up here tomorrow!"
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Anne sighs as she looks up at the ceiling, arm sluggishly bound over her eyes. Beneath her, the sofa moaned as she shifts one of her splayed limbs, barely covered by the blanket. She'd been here before. She props herself up on her elbows, eyeing the room sheepishly. Aragon's place…? Yes!
She throws herself up and looks around, still in disbelief. Her soulmate..- it was really Aragon! It was! Her lips curl into a grin as she fiddles with the sofa cushions. But... why was Cath sleeping on the sofa? She often refused to sleep anywhere but a top-quality bed, let alone an uncomfortable couch.
So.. what's the Aragon thing to do as soon as you wake up in a morning? Shower. Yes. Clean the body of her girlfriend would be a good port of call. Hehe.
Anne stumbles through the house, knocking an empty plastic cup to land upside down on the carpeting and kicks, almost tripping, on what she recognised was a pillow on the floor. Creme walls frame the halls, and she wonders if Cath had ever considered painting them a different colour to have a change of scenery.
After smacking her hand against the swollen frame of the door and sticking her finger abruptly in her mouth, she lands in front of the bathroom door. She twists the stubborn brass handle and pushes, the creaking of the door making her frown in distaste. Yawning, she gets a towel from the basket and throws it in the sink, which was conveniently next to the shower.
Using the heel of her hand, she pushes the last embers of sleep from her eyes and turns from the towel hamper, staring herself straight in the face. It takes her a few seconds to recognise the fact that the face she was looking into was not that of her girlfriend's, but in fact her roommate. Now that was something to wake up to.
--
Needless to say, watching her girlfriend walk out of her bedroom about an hour later was harder than one would've thought.
Anne was sat at the kitchen island with her fifth bowl of cereal, just finishing guzzling down the last of the milk in the bowl. Upon hearing the door open, she slams the plastic bowl down and crosses her legs over, eyes wide and staring intensely at the empty bowl.
"Parr? What're you doing..?" Aragon pulls her eyebrows together in concern, sitting across from her on one of the polished stools. "I'd never thought I'd say this.. but it's Anne's birthday today and… I've woken up and I'm me. And I'm.. I'm kind of happy about it.."
"Anne? Who's Anne?" She chokes out, having gasped at her words. Cath was now eyeing her skeptically, looking her over.
"Are you sick? You've gone pale." Aragon announces, tilting her head to the side and looking more like a concerned mother than a roommate. "I... I don't want to let Anne down and- whoever's body that she did wake up today, I'm happy for her. And I'm also glad that I didn't have to break the news."
Anne nods and swallows, hard, shaking her head as her eyes cloud with tears. As much as she knew that they were obviously not meant to be together, it hurt more knowing that Aragon was already planning on breaking up with her.
"Parr- are- are you crying? What's gotten you so upset..?" Confusion is now laced into her tome, her own catching in surprise. "Did the cereal do something to you..? Did it go soggy too quick again..-?"
"y'kNOW WHAT?" she says standing up, almost knocking the stool over and leaving it to teeter on its legs. "You - are so inconsiderate! How would you feel if your girlfriend couldn't say to your face that she doesn't like you anymore? Huh?? And only find out because it turns out that your roommate if her soulmate!! Consider us over."
Anne has said too much. Now, she realises, her actions will have consequences, and like most other situations, she rushes out and slams the door in Aragon's face, making sure she gets the last word in.
Trying to navigate through the unfamiliar apartment building was a whole other situation. The inner walls were glass and through her ecstasy of fumbling, could not for the life of her find the doors without aggressively smacking her hand against them. Was it going to bruise? Probably. Was she going to regret it? Yes. Though, a better question would be to ask the things that Anne doesn't regret.
She uses the phone she assumes is Catherine's and books herself a cab, having found herself awkwardly stood outside, watching helplessly as the cars rave on by. Anne sighs, eyeing the street name for the last time and typing it into the app. Closing the phone, her shoulders are raised to her ears, arms enveloped around herself, a chill settling into its embrace around her.
By the time that the car finally arrives, Anne had sat down on the floor and forgot why she was waiting there in the first place. Nevertheless, she clambers into the car and tells the driver her street, and what feels like an hour of endless streets passes by before she finally arrives. She tilts her head back with a critical sigh before making her way to her own apartment.
Anne hadn't considered that walking into her apartment with Kitty around would startle her, and for some reason, that wasn't the reason why she was cowering in the kitchen, hiding.
That's when she saw it.
Anne catches a silhouette with dark hair flash from the bathroom to her own bedroom, slamming the door shut. She wanders over curiously, tilting her head slightly backwards and nudging the door to uncover the quivering figure meticulously scrubbing her desk over, and then the bed posts, and then the glass lamp, and then the-
Holy shit. Her entire room was spotless.
"What the fuck did you do?"
A squeak emmits from Catherine's mouth- or Anne's. Catherine in Anne. A wipe glides harmlessly and her jump knocked the polish scattering.
"My room its..-"
"Oh wow.. you're me. This is trippy." Cathy murmurs, rubbing her eyes and forehead repetitively, looking over at her again and disappointed that herself was staring her down.
"Of all the things you could do, you clean my room?"
"Not your room. My room? It looks like its my room. I mean technically if I look like you and this is your room, does that not make it my room too--? If it doesn't you're completely insane because I'm you and everything you stand for- I even got the urge to touch the things under your bed and didn't! Because I'm super nice like that and even got rid of the pile of rubbish in the corner and found a bin- and put your washing away- and did the washing- and updated your computer- and changed a bulb in your fairy lights- and- and--"
Anne stares down at her in awe more than anything. Who knew that it was humanly possible for someone to speak so fast without some kind of assist? Her own body picks at her nails and occasionally, and violently, whacks a stray hair out of her face.
She sighs, fiddling aimlessly with the cloth, folding it up, and Anne walks over to plonk herself next to her. Cathy and Anne were now down on the floor in front of the bed.
"I broke up with her, yknow?" Anne admits, looking at their knees, gently brushing one another.
"As me? Did she know it was you..?"
She earns a shrug in response, and then an immediate silence following her words.. "I dunno. Hopefully."
"So.. soulmates, huh?" Cathy sighs, blowing a strand of dark hair out of her face, and nodding slightly, waiting for a response, any at all, and receiving null. Anne didn't want to talk about it, she supposed, until she decided to open her mouth again.
"Bullshit that destroys relationships? I think that means the same thing."
"Synonymous-"
"Whatever. Same thing. Now that I look back on it, I really don't know if I liked her. Or loved her, even. It's such a large presumption that I made that I made because I was so affection-deprived, and just wanted to feel loved, I guess."
"Wow, gotta be honest I didn't know you had feelings. You scream if you're hungry and that's about it." She snickers, and earns a playful slap on the arm.
"I'm being serious." She says quietly, and the laughing comes to a soft pause. "I honestly can't decide if I'm having genuine feelings for someone, or if I just want to feel loved and I'm brainwashing myself into thinking that I do because I want it that bad."
"I can completely understand where you're coming from. I mean, I've never had a relationship last more than about 2 months, so nothing ever serious. And… I know that this is probably a bad time to bring it up but… I feel like I can put my faith in you."
Anne's chest pulsates with warmth - the hot rush of words invigorating her beyond any previous actions. Why did these words strike a match against the dying embers of endearment in her heart? She wonders.
"Anne, I've been thinking about it for a while now and- I think I like women. And men. I think I'm bi."
Sentences hang in the space between them, strings of bonds connecting them and drawing them closer to one another.
"Well then. Not where I was expecting that to go but hey ho. Here we are." Anne draws a breath and releases it quickly, biting her tongue in the process and making a sour face. "Bit my tongue. Sorry."
"You don't have to say anything to help or anything- I just wanted someone to know. I'm not exactly sure. I just know that women are so beautiful and gorgeous and kissable and I mean the tits are a big factor in all of this so-"
"So- I'm not going to lie to you- that's pretty gay."
"Aren't you gay-?"
"Yes. Completely irrelevant."
"This whole soulmate thing is even more confusing, too. Is it some kind of government control to make sure people don't go astray from their plans? Are they experimenting on us? Are we hamsters in a lab?" Catherine rambles, making enormous hand gestures and her gaze flitting between Anne and a crooked picture on a wall that she failed to straighten.
"I think you're reading into the situation way too much. The whole idea of soulmates is someone who you are bound to since the beginning of time because you balance each other out. I gotta be honest, I was hoping my soulmate was a dog. It has happened and I really wanna be a dog for a day. When I was younger, I wanted to work as a police dog. I still think the idea's pretty cool."
�� "So.. you're saying that people don't always fall in love with their soulmates?"
"Nope! I know a lotta people who just kinda coexist together and it's pretty awesome if you ask me. Imagine your perfect person and then multiply it by 4- and then imagine being stuck with them in a metaphorical lift for the rest of your life-"
"You're talking a lot." Cathy smiles. "I've never heard you talk so much."
"'Better get used to it because I'm not shutting up any time soon."
"Good. It suits you." Cathy looks her over once again, still finding it weird to be talking to herself. "I'll tell you what. I'll come over tomorrow and… we can celebrate your birthday a bit late, but properly this time. This was a complete train wreck."
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Cathy's hand thumps against the door, and pushes it open promptly. A pungent stench of burning met her with a jolt and her lips upturn in disgust. Had Anne tried cooking? Oh good God.
"Fuck-!" The dark-haired girl yells in a panic, frantically brushing her hands down the length of her body to get the white power (which Parr presumed to be flour) off of her clothes and onto the floor. "You weren't supposed to be here until 10!"
"Yes, but you weren't supposed to make a mess! Where's Kitty, anyway? I thought she was supposed to be babysitting you?" Catherine catches sight of what look like the remnants of shortbread cookies. "Are those supposed to be edible?"
Anne looks down, her hair falling out of the loose tie it was in, and picks at her nails, dough still being stuck beneath them. "They were supposed to be for you- but stupid you came back to early before I could make any that worked!"
She smiles at the mess that the clumsy girl had made, putting her laptop bag down on the floor, as well as the gifts that she had bought for Anne, herself and walking over to stand in front of her.. "You did this for me?"
"Yes, stupid." Anne grumbles, looking up at her to meet her eyes. There was something in them that told Parr that she didn't want to, but couldn't help staring up at her.
"Awh~" she coos, grinning at her teasingly. "Was my Annie trying to be ni-"
Cathy's words are cut off by a pair of lips against hers, and she finds herself kissing them back, arms only just registering that they should be around Anne before she pulls away from her, cheeks furiously red. A few seconds pass where they just appreciate the (sexual) tension in the air before Cathy kisses her again, of her own still, hands finding a place nestled on her waist. Comfort seeps from the seams of their embrace into the hearts of the potential lovers, consolidating a connection they had only now acknowledged.
At the moment of their disconnection, Anne pulls herself away from Cathy and rushes behind her to muddle through the discarded carrier bag on the floor.
"Anne-"
"Shush I know you bought me things." She hushes her, and a smile pulls across the girl's lips, left standing in awe, heart dipping and swooping as the woman she kissed carried her heart across the room, out of her chest.
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Anne turns around, putting the last piece of chocolate in her mouth and fiddling with the petals of the flowers closest to her. As she swallows, she smiles gratefully at Catherine and stands up, feinting a stretch. "Y'know you didn't have to get me anything, right?"
"I mean- I kinda did. It's your birthday and you expect me to show up empty handed?"
"Kinda, yeah. Thank you." She smiles and watches Parr stand up too. "Why're you stood up?"
"You stood up. I assumed that we were going somewhere. Are we not-?" She looks around the room and by the time she gets back to her, she's leaning into another kiss, which she accepts with graciousness. Anne seems to melt into her form with grace, arms finding her neck and clinging to her like she was the only thing holding her down.
She sighs into her lips, pulling away to press her forehead to the gremlin's. A very lovable gremlin, at that. Cathy can feel her hot breath against her neck and she feels herself pick Anne up and hoist her to a countertop, so that she was taller than her, for once. That's when the desperation dissolves into passion: raw emotion coursing like ecstasy through veins of adrenaline, every nerve awake and alert and alive.
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When Parr was met with the bare back of an almost snoozing Anne Boleyn just a few hours later, it comes natural to pull her closer, arm tucking over her stomach. She pushes herself up on one elbow, moving Anne's mess that she calls hair so that she can rest her lips against her neck.
"You're very touchy." Anne whispers, turning her head to stop her persistent kisses and turning over.
"You make it sound as if you don't like it?"
"Shh… I love it.." she mumbles, opening her eyes and turning over, pulling the blankets to cover herself over. "Y'know.. if that's your idea of celebrating properly I think I'll have to have another birthday sometime soon."
"Annie..- you can only have one birthday a year..-"
"Do I look like a give a fuck?"
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A/N - When in doubt, strip off their clothes and smash them together like dolls.
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im going to be real it was an emotional mountain getting to hit that payout button but omg, im taking care of my banking rn so i should be able to back others stuff among other things, all this makes me so nervous ‘;’’ im pretty good with my finances when im not being neurotic but unfortunately, i am prone to being insane so, yknow
omg like obviously rich people get others to do this for them, like my grandpa literally has a finacial advisor or w/e, its actually completely clowntown that i have to weather all this on my own, no wonder i mess up so much and am so insane about it, i was going to be like waaaah i wish someone else could do this for me but thats the path to codependancy but like??? its only that when you have people who are Like that anyway, a healthy family would have me cushioned with their life experiences and whatever access they have, my mistakes and behaviors are my own but DAMN i did not make the factors which fuel my actions!!!! wtf like at 18 (mind you my mom with my youngest brother did this like age 10 or w/e with him) was like hey lets have a joint account :) like you didnt help me with money AT ALL and now suddenly you want to be connected to my adult account, get bent if i want to get robbed ill go get mugged, she was bleeding money out of me those years and i had no idea how to say no as it was, i was legit blowing my college savings on shit like bailing her out of jail and paying her car being towed fees and her bills all while getting ZERO money from her for college
(also this is a subgripe cause im obviously i could have got nothing and im grateful that it was that obvi beyond that which maybe just part of the problem i had gotten less money from like my middle and up class family structure than friends whose entire family live in just adjunct generational appalachian poverty,i have cousins who are so sheltered they dont know what workstudy is or like their first jobs was secretary to their dad in a high level office position)
its like, Hey Its My Turn! and everyone just, turned around and looked the other way, and i forgave a lot, how would they have known! what to do, in this situation haha id tell myself but like, that literally applied only to me and i dont understand, i got this weird sense that because i wasnt like this multimillionaire money generating Thing that i was no longer welcomed at like 18, like, no one would help me and the rare times i did get help it always came with like You Fucked Up No One Was Suppose To Know You Needed Anything or more like You Fucked Up By Exiting And Having Needs And Not Just Magically Having Amounts Of Money We Barely Even Think About And This Applies Only To You, like i really dont understand
omg this got away from me but it was cathartic so
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If you are still doing prompts, could you please write something where it is Jily's first time (Lily virgin, James not)? Or an embarrassing morning after story where James snuck into Lily's house, and her parents/Petunia are like why do you have a naked boy in your bed Lily? Thanks
an unforgettable birthday (for the birthday girl, @bantasticbeasts ily bonnie)
it all starts with a bottle of cream soda (lily’s favourite drink, which she liked to bring up in almost every single conversation with anyone who was ever willing to listen) on lily’s birthday
the scene starts with james, who has been staring at his table for over two hours, tapping his quill in an obnoxious manner that eventually drives sirius crazy
“can you please stop that?” is the first thing sirius asks, glaring over at james who only sighs back in a dramatic response
after another fifty taps sirius throws a cushion, hitting james square in the face and making his glasses slide over his ears
a body wrestle later (which ends in sirius yelling mercy! as his face gets shoved into a frilly pillow) james is finally explaining his dilemma to sirius. the two hover over steaming mugs of tea, james swirling his spoon so dejectedly that sirius wants to immediately call jeremy kyle and book him onto the show
“let me get this straight… it’s lily birthday and you don’t know what to give her? That’s the reason why you’ve been so annoying?”
“What do girls even like?” James complains. “I mean, she likes cream soda. should i just buy her a bunch?”
“you are kidding right?”
“what did you get mary for her birthday?”
the question both amuses and surprises sirius. the boy shuffles a few of euphemia potter’s magazines in faux interest, his fingers dancing on the bright covers. it’s only when james gives him a nudge, followed by a ‘…well?’ that sirius finally relents
“well… i mean. i got her a watch. which she loved and a photo of us… but um the main present… wasn’t exactly a present you could um… yknow.”
james just stares at him, blank
“i err… i gave her the best gift anyone can have.” he tries again. james still just looks confused.
“i wrapped myself in wrapping paper and gave myself to her.”
“You did?”
“jeez james, i mean, god how are you even headboy?… i mean in a metaphorical way.”
that’s how james ends up putting on a muggle suit (it’s technically fleamont’s, but sirius manages to shrink it to fit james’ smaller frame), buying seven bottles of cream soda (to which the cashier gets extremely annoyed that james cannot differentiate a 50p from a 20p, he only ever uses muggle money whenever lily’s with him) and walking to lily’s house as soon as the sun sets.
he knows her house off by heart, which window is hers and which floorboard on the stairs creaks. he grabs a stone and throws it gently at her window, waiting to see if she’s there.
she opens her curtains with a look of confusion, but when she notices who it is she’s smiling, completely elated.
“you could use the front door, you know.”
“but…”
“my parents and tuney aren’t here.”
lily disappears back into her room and james has to breathe calmly in and out as he waits by the front door.
let’s just say: the cream soda remains in the bags, completely forgotten as dusk becomes night
its james who wakes up first and god, she’s such a sight to behold with her red hair flowing onto her bare shoulders and caressing his nose. he can’t help but smile and when she stirs up slowly he’s embracing her, kissing her all over and serenading her with birthday songs
that is, until there’s a knock at her door, followed by said door opening with a very loud bang!
“HAPPY BIRTHday…”
it’s like the entire neighbourhood has come over. there’s dorcas, mary and marlene, their faces going from YAY to oh in 0.5 seconds, there’s Mrs Murn (resident old, cat lady) who holds a birthday cake in her arms and luckily doesn’t drop it in surprise and Mr and Mrs Evans at the front, wearing ‘birthday girl’ pink sparkly party hats.
james falls off the bed in shock, showing the entire crowd his rather pleasant looking backside before lily throws her entire duvet over him. he’s swearing and apologising profusely as he struggles with the duvet, finally wrapping it over him fully so only his face is on show.
mary’s the only one who doesn’t seem entirely gobsmacked. she grins. “how about we, err, bring the party downstairs and have a nice cup of tea first before the birthday girl can blow out her candles and open her presents?”
james and lily are frozen as the people leave (james avoids mr evan’s eyes and lily in, horror and humiliation, notices how Mrs Murn’s gaze lingers on James for a few heavy seconds)
it’s only when mary gives them both a wink and says ‘i don’t think any present can top this’ and ‘be presentable and come down before mr evans has a heart attack!’ before shutting the door that it finally sinks in
they’re both laughing and crying at the same time, their faces completely heated and on fire that it takes them about fifteen minutes to actually get dressed
mr evans is surprisingly okay about the whole ordeal and gives james a rather big slice of birthday cake before patting his shoulder and giving him the ‘if-you-hurt-my-daughter-i-will-skin-you-alive’ glare, followed by the ‘im-glad-we-had-this-chat’ smile
after this james never takes sirius’ advice ever again
#jily#jily fic#jily drabble#jily fanfiction#jily fanfic#happy birthday to bonnie!!!#bantasticbeasts#gxldentrio#alrightevans#alrightpotter#hiddenpolkadots#replies#anonymous#jily:fic#my fic
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