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navalcriminalimagines · 4 years ago

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summary: you became fuck buddies with Rafael after your friend Rita played matchmaker. As a FBI agent, you’re helping SVU during the manhunt of Yates and Rudnick.

words: 3,141

warnings: smut, pegging, sub/dom, sexting, alcohol

i’m very insecure about writing smut... let me know if i’m doing to good job or if i should stop... also, sorry for the typos..

High hopes

Rafael Barba wished he had stayed in bed today. The day kept getting worse and worse. He was stuck in Rikers Island for hours, only to find out that Yates and Rudnick escaped. He growled and wished he could go back to last night, in bed with you.

You met Rafael through Rita Calhoun, or so to speak. You waited in front of the courthouse one day, to go to lunch with your friend, and she was walking down with a handsome dark-haired man. She gave you a quick sign, telling you to wait a minute, but you walked up to them instead. “What don’t you understand in this sign?” she asked, raising her forefinger, just like she did a minute ago.

“I understand this one better,” you showed your middle finger, with a big grin. You heard her friend laughing on your left.

“Very elegant, Y/N.” she answered. “Barba, we’ll go back to that later. Giving you time to come to your senses,”

“To put your hopes too high, Rita,”

“You must be ADA Barba,” you interrupted them and offered your hand to him.

“And you are?” he asked, taking his time to shake your hand.

“Agent Y/N Y/L/N, FBI. Rita’s cutest friend,”

“Cute, indeed,” Barba agreed, even if he would say beautiful, sexy and powerful.

“Dear god, I’m gonna throw up,” Rita spoke up. “You know what, Y/N, I’ll give you his number and you’ll contact him so I don’t have to watch this,”

And Rita did give you his number. You tentatively texted him a few days after, to which he openly responded. In a few days, you and Rafael had your first physical encounter. Rules are simple; just sex, no feelings. Rafael was fine with it, casual relationships have been his thing for many years but it always ends because the other caught feelings. Never him. On your side, you just never fell really in love. You had boyfriends, you had feelings, but never enough to make it work. You know this comes from your sad childhood but you never wanted to give a try to some therapy bullshit. You were fine with it.

Sex with Rafael was amazing. Actually, ‘amazing’ is a small word to what it actually was. The best you ever had. But no chance in hell, you let him know that. His ego’s already big enough, he doesn’t need to feel more cocky in bed. It was so good though, it became more and more regular. You couldn’t get enough of each other. And as you started to trust more one another, you began to try new things. Try, discover.

You and Rafael were so damn compatible sexually speaking. And you both managed to keep feelings out of it. Or so you thought.

That day became such a mess, FBI got brought in. When Rafael saw you walking into the precinct, he felt his body reacting immediately. “Not the time to get aroused, Rafael,” he warned himself. But how could he not? You had that powerful strut, like you owned the room. Rafael had never been into badass women before, he likes that in men. But you were a badass and god how it turns him on. He thought about the few times you got dominant on him. He needs more of that. He needs more of you.

He watched you introducing yourself to Olivia, and then to the rest of the squad. When you finally noticed him, you just gave him a nod before walking over to him. “Field Agent Y/L/N, me and my team are here to find your two escaped prisoners,” you had a smile plastered on your face. As if it was fun to you. “Don’t worry, I do that every day of the week,” you added, loud enough so the squad heard.

“This is bad, Y/N,” he said, barely above a whisper. You could feel he was extremely tense, he must go through a lot of pressure because of the situation.

After a briefing with everyone involved in the search, you quickly grabbed your phone and texted Rafael.

When this is all over, I’ll suck the pressure out of you.

You can read him. He hates it. But your text got him more aroused.

Rafael stayed at the precinct all night long, waiting for good news. You were around somewhere, chasing after Yates and Rudnick. He was exhausted. He couldn’t wait for this to be over.

Find them, babygirl. I don’t know how long I can wait. He texted you. Was it bad to think about you, your body, your most intimate parts, in a time like this? Probably. But it made this night go faster. He’s an ADA, there’s nothing he can do, except waiting. Many times he was told to go home. He could have. But he wanted you to take him home. He didn’t want to leave without you.

Maybe he was screwed already.

Still up, Sir, huh? Can’t go to sleep without a good fuck?

Y/N, do you really want to sext during a manhunting you’re leading?

Dodds driving. He thinks I’m exchanging with my team. To be fair, I am. You like when we sext, don’t you?

You know I do. But this is not an appropriate time to make me hard.

Cause sending me a pic of you masturbating while I’m out with my friends is appropriate, maybe?

Aw, still mad about that, babygirl? I thought you liked it.

I did. But you still haven’t paid for that.

Wasn’t I a good boy last night?

Hell, no and you know it. A good boy doesn’t come until he’s allowed to.

Whoops…

More punishment to come, Rafaelito. Just you wait.

Damn. Be fast, Y/N.

Everyone was out there looking for the two fugitives, so Rafael went to the restroom. He was getting really hard and he just wanted to stroke himself. But he couldn’t. The guilt gets the best of him. He can’t masturbate in SVU’s restroom in the middle of a manhunting. This is highly inappropriate. He couldn’t help but to look at nudes you sent him, though. After the first one you sent, you asked for his phone and made it secure. He had to enter a password to access the files where all your pictures were. There’s one he particularly loves and it’s not nude you sent. It’s a picture he took one night, while he had you handcuffed to his bed frame. He had just made you cum with his tongue and fingers, you had bites marks and hickeys on your body. You looked desperate in a good way. Your lips were swollen for all the kissing. He stood up on the bed, with his phone in hand. “Wh—what are you doing?” You asked, out of breath and confused.

“Immortalising my work of art,” he said and snapped the picture. “You’re so damn beautiful when you come down from your high, with all of these marks I made,”

What was he doing? Was he falling for you? No, he can’t. You have rules. He just fell for your fucking body. Your perfect body he can’t stop thinking about. He gave himself a few strokes while looking at the pictures but he got stopped by a text from Liv, saying they got Rudnick. He became self conscious about what he was doing. He zipped himself back in his pants, answered to Liv and waited until his erection was gone.

It took a few more hours before you found Yates too. He had been shot by you. Rafael didn’t know what to make of it. You never talk about your job or his, he doesn’t know how you’ll feel about killing someone. Maybe he won’t have sex for now. He had to go to his office anyway.

Putting an all nighter isn’t for him anymore. Poor man was exhausted, so he allowed himself a quick nap on his couch in the afternoon. He woke up, too his phone and saw he had a text from you.

Meet me tonight? My place?

Yes, please.

He showed up at your apartment around 7. He still didn’t know what to expect. He knocked and heard you saying it was open. He let himself in. He had come to your apartment three or four times only, you mostly met at his place. But he loves your apartment, it was minimalist but cozy, with a specific smell that was yours. He spotted you on your couch, a glass of wine in hand and another one of scotch waiting on the coffee table. He dropped his suitcase next to your kitchen counter and went to sit next to you.

“How are you?” He asked after a moment.

“Exhausted. I’m too old for sleepless nights,”

He laughed at that. You’re younger than him. “Don’t tell me about it,”

“Why did you stay? You could’ve gone back home. An ADA isn’t much help in a manhunt,”

“You ‘do that everyday of the week’, I thought it wouldn’t take you long to get them and that I could go home with you,”

“Teasing me, Rafael? Aren’t you in deep trouble already?”

“A little more, a little less. Who cares?”

“Finish your drink and get on your knees in front of me, Barba,”

He was in deep trouble every time you called him ‘Barba’. He did as told, he took the last sip of his scotch and got on his knees in front of you, waiting for your instructions. “Undress me,” you ordered. He undid your dark cargo pants, you lift your hips so he could take it off you. He then took off your blue blouse. You were in your underwear, matching dark purple lace. “Matching underwear, huh?” He smiled.

“Did I say you could talk?” You snapped.

“No ma’am. Sorry,” he swallowed. He was so hard already.

“Your case is getting worse, Barba. I want you to make me feel good, okay? You gonna take that silver tongue on yours and make me cum hard in your mouth,”

He nodded and softly traced his way on your thigh to your pussy with his mouth. He gave you a few kisses above the fabric of your panties and he put them aside. You were so wet and hot. He loved it but he didn’t say anything. He lapped a few times your clit, made small circles with his tongue before he gently hit it and sucked. He heard you moan and felt your nails on his scalp. He could cum by just eating you, but he had to control himself. He failed you two nights before, he can’t do it again. Rafael ate you like a starved man, until he felt your muscles tensing. You came on his face, chanting his name as you did. He felt proud. You were still coming down your high when you ordered him to go into the bedroom and wait for you, naked on your bed.

Rafael waited for what seemed to be hours. He had no idea what you were doing in the living room. He was naked on your bed and his erection was losing up. You finally joined him, with a glass of wine in one hand. You took sight of you as you drank. He felt like a prey and he loved every second of it. The look on your face as you looked at him was overwhelming. He felt like he was some kind of a sex god. “Getting tired, Barba?” You asked, finishing your drink.

“Never,” he answered, eagerly.

You put the glass on your desk and got on the bed. Your body was covering his and you kissed him deeply. You felt his cock getting hard against your abdomen. “Do you trust me?” You asked. For a moment, there was no game. No dominance. You just needed his trust and he gave it to you with a nod. You smiled, kissed him again and went to your closet.

You knew about Rafael’s bisexuality and you thought he was the one you could try the fantasy with. You came back and dropped a box next to the bed. He had no idea what was inside but he couldn’t wait to find out. But first, you wanted to go down on him. Your body over his, you gently kissed his neck and chest, biting here and there. “Hands above your head,” you said. “You don’t touch me, unless I allow you to,”

“Yes ma’am,” he answered, breathing hard from the teasing. He loves when you worship his body like this. It makes him feel good looking, sexy even.

“I’m gonna suck your big cock, Rafaelito. But if you come in my mouth, we won’t see each other for a long moment,” you warned him and he whined. “Show me what a good boy you are, or I’ll find someone else,”

Rafael tried to ignore the twinge in his heart when you said that. He doesn’t want you to find someone else. “I’ll be good, Y/N. I promise,” he breathed out. He was dying to touch you, kiss your body just like you’re kissing his. He was dying to fuck you senseless and ruin every other man for you.

The first lick you gave on his cock made him jump. “God,” he muttered. “Think about some boring law stuff,” he told himself. You took an enormous time licking and kissing his length before finally taking him in your mouth. You feel so warm, so good. You sucked him for a moment, you could feel his hips moving so his cock could hit the bottom of your throat. You watched him losing it. Rafael was fighting his urge to grab your hair and guide your mouth on him. You sucked his balls to give him a rest, but his cock was throbbing. He wanted to come, so bad. You went back to his long and heavy length, until you felt him grabbing your face and pulling you off. “I—I was about to—“ he was out of breath, “I’m sorry. Lo siento,” Rafael was all sweaty, his heart was racing so hard, he was sure you could hear it. “You’re so good—you—“ you shut him with a kiss and used your body to make him lay down again.

He took the opportunity to run his hands over your body. Since you didn’t say anything, he kept going and felt your skin under his fingers. He knew you were giving him time to recover, to gain control of his orgasm, but no matter what you had in mind next, he wasn’t going to last long. “Need a drink?” You gently offered.

“I—I’d like to, yes,”

He watched your ass sway as you left the room. You had grabbed your empty glass on the way, and came back with both glasses full. You sat to his side while you both drunk. He was staring. “Are you okay?” He asked.

You smiled. “Sure. Aren’t you?”

“On the edge,” he giggled.

You leaned in to kiss him. It wasn’t like the usual kisses. It was soft, tender, almost loving. “Your relief is coming, don’t worry,” you smiled against his mouth.

Once you both had finished your drinks, you finally showed him what was in the box. Among other things was a strap-on. You showed it to Rafael and saw his eyes darken. You needed his approval. “What do—?” You started to ask but he cut you off.

“Yes, yes! Yes, please,”

His reaction was better than you imagined. With a grin on your face, you jumped back on your bed and asked him to grab the lub from the nightstand. “To be honest, I’ve never done that before,” you giggled. Rafael could see you were a little tipsy - and maybe nervous? - but he trusted you anyway.

He cupped your cheek. “I trust you, Y/N. I’m all yours,” there was more means to this. He was yours in so many ways.

Before you started, he made one request. He wanted to be on his back while you fucked him with the strap-on. He wanted to see you, to look at you. He also wanted you to see him. Your looks make him feel so good.

After agreeing, you started to work on his butthole. You gently stroked with your saliva at first, and put some lube on your fingers before you slid one in him. He let out a sigh he didn’t know he was holding. You gently worked on opening him. You were watching him all along, looking for any sign of discomfort on his face, but all you could see was pleasure. “Fuck me with it, please, Y/N,” he begged. Rafael was so hard, so excited, he didn’t know how long he could control himself.

You lined the plastic cock with his open butthole. “You can do better than that, Rafael,”

“Give it to you, I’m begging you. I need you to fuck me good, mi amor,” neither you or him paid attention to the pet name.

You gently pushed the strap-on into Rafael. Still staring at his face to see if it was okay, but he kept begging for more. After it was all in, you started to thrust into him. Slow and deep at first, you watched the plastic thing disappearing inside his ass, and Rafael’s cock rocking hard. “I’m gonna—I need to come, Y/N, please,”

Poor thing was on the edge more than he ever been. “Come for me, Rafael,”

He grabbed his cock and gave himself a few strokes until he came hard, screaming your name in the middle of Spanish curses. You were already soaking wet but the sight of him coming as you were fucking him, could’ve made you come too. It was beautiful. He was beautiful.

As he was coming down from his orgasm, he saw you on the edge of the bed, fingering yourself. You needed the relief too. Rafael used his last strength to sit up and replace your fingers with his. He fingerfucked you and sucked on your nipples. You were holding him so close to your chest, he could barely breathe but he didn’t mind. He kept going until you came. He caught your moans with his mouth and watched you falling apart.

Screw the rules, he was in love.

Once you both came down, Rafael was scared you’d asked him to leave. No cuddling was also a rule. But tonight you didn’t care. You turned off the light and crawled into bed with him. “Does that mean I can stay?” He asked.

You tiredly giggled. “You’re asking now that I turned off the light?”

“Just wanted to make sure,” he said. “Can I hold you though?”

“Spoon or nothing,” you said.

Spooning you was perfect to Rafael.

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seedleaflesssapling · 3 years ago

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Ver 2.0? Turning Point?

I can't really identify to which point in my life that i started to doubt myself but im pretty sure that it was because of UP. Damn, that school, my uni. It do really have the ability to make you feel small; i was in a disadvantaged side when i entered it, you know. I was acquainted, no we did not really talked one-on-one, but i heard when we did introductions - Pisay, UP High, science comprehensive schools, Xavier University, who wouldn't be intimidated by that when you came from Col. Ruperto Abellon National School (who would know where that is? I was lucky enough for a teacher recognized it and my classmates be like 'ahhhhhh,' .....really?! I dont even know where xavier is, it just sounds cool). Another thing is that, i wasn't a stem shs graduate - a leverage(?) or excuse (?) that i always use for them to know that i am at disadvantaged side here, not their competitor, probably a NOBODY. They, being stem graduates, have capstone projects you never thought that they have at that age, but i would hear them saying that it was publish in this journal (whatever, idk the journals lmao, i dont even understand their studies 2nd lmao, but that was some smart shit you know, a shit that makes me feel pathetic for being too proud of my what? Correlational study from inconsistent surveys?!!! Wtf, wtf, wtf). But it was a very good peer pressure you know, i kinda turned it that way. Being left behind, being on the rock bottom, i have no other place to go but up. It wasn't the goal, like making or taking the top spot, i just need to survive.

Inevitably, the exams came. I had hard time adjusting chem but math was kind to me. Who would have thought that i would get two 1.0 at my math subjects for the first semester, the sem that i thought i would barely pass. I was even a CS for that sem. Who would have thought? Our first chemical engineering subject that involves computations was on the list the next semester and the first exam, out of 100 i got something like 20ish. WTF. THAT WAS MY FIRST FAILED EXAM. but no, never did cry but tears were flooding inside. So apparently, i have to focus more on this subject and i did. Some were still failing, but i raised my average up. We also had physics, my first ever physics. I really love physics that time or that sir rommel is just a very good professor. I got the highest score on our second LE, everybody else did fail. Small victories. Not that they lose, but i just won. But i heard one time they were talking about me re: passing the physics exam and even getting a high score. They were uhm.. a guy i really look up to cause his good, the other was a girl that idk but i think she didn't like me back then. They were friends but eventually the girl transferred uni because who cares why. i heard the guy saying something like sin.o gid na si franklin nga taas iya score man, maybe even worse than that, i still look up to the guy even until now. But wtf. I really took it in that time, like i wanted to cry but did not. With all that, i got a fair grade at physics. I still got 1.0 at maths that sem and even maintained being on the CS list. S M I L E. BECAUSE WE HAVE A MIDYEAR CLASS. VERY EXHAUSTING FOR SOMEONE WHO DONT WANT ANYTHING BUT JUST ADJUST, SURVIVE, AND FIND MEANING OF BEING A UP STUDENT. It was just one subject and it was math, but i got 2.0?!!! I have no excuse to that, i am very grateful for the family who accommodated me. After midyear class, i did got sick, it sucks, really sucks. I wanted to file an LOA for the next academic year, it is the only thing i can think of for me to go back on track (i haven't said that my parents pushed me to graduate with latin honor and i wanted to also for my resume to look good because everything else in me is effed up). I really wanted to pause and be free for a while but i also wanted to graduate on time (mostly because i want to give the bitches who dared to have expectations be put on my shoulders not the satisfaction, but the audacity to tell them 'i aint did it for ya') so i asked mama. THANK GOD, SHE DID SAY NA KUNG ANO LANG KAYA MO, AMO LANG DA IH 😭😭🤧🤧 so i enrolled, but went to school late, haven't attended the school opening but all is good. I did kind of reset, just enough for me to face school again.

Second year, it was fucked. I did really love coding on octave and doing sheets at ms excel though. On that year, we have formed the che 103 bagsak group. Together with two of my classmates on 103 and math 55, we became buddies after failing che 103 on the first LE, another 30 over 100 exam hahahahaha. We made bawi just enough for us to pass the subject hahahahahuhu. I have thermodynamics sub, i barely pass. Thank G na wala ko nag removal. If ever i did, i am so sure that i wont make it. My GWA for that sem was not enough for me to be a CS. Who cares? I still did, actually but mama was never been too pushy since then, even since after midyear, after getting that 2.0 grade from the only subject i am good at. Btw, my math 55 for first sem, second year, was 1.25. Not a 1.0 but still, it's good. Second semester that year was when pandemic hit so there's nothing much to tell. I was, sorry but i was really, glad to be away from school for a while, not until for a while became forever. Virtual university set-up was very hard. With too much from taking in whatever i see and hear on my surroundings, even just at home, everything is difficult. It is very hard to find motivation and discipline in studying when i was surrounded with people who do nothing. Even to this point i am writing, everyday is like a battle, but is mostly an internal one. Self vs self, a war no one knows who will win. So the confidence, the tower of knowledge i did build, exponentially went down. I did really well when i was in grade 10, i did my best that time and it can be seen at the achievements i had that year. Being consistently on top 1 the whole year, placing second on division MMC (even getting the highest score on the written elimination round for the whole cluster), doing well sa physics under maam andico, placings on cluster journalism competitions - it was like a record best, best record (?) Whatever. But it wasn't enough you know, i eventually came fourth like wtf. I had read from somewhere Newton saying like the two years when he did write the three laws of motion and the calculus stuff were the two best years of his life, and it kept me thinking that what if mine already passed? That it was when i was in high school?

But, back when i was in school, every time that i was belittling myself or even at random times that i would feel nervous for nothing, my classmates and close friends would say na:

Uno mo man ang Math, uno mo na na (it was a one or two time thing, what if chamba lang to???)

Ikaw man highest sa first le sa thermo (it was really an absolutely one time thing, i barely passed that sub)

Alam ka man sa physics (i was just invested on physics and maybe nachambahan lang na ang ginpractice ko solve kay parallel sa exam ni sir)

Alam ka, d ka lang confident (OKAY???!)

I was ignoring those shit cause who cares if i did really good that time. Yeah, it felt good but it wasn't fulfilling. Satisfied but not happy. But with recent events, i think i would be changing. This post will be a written contract that i will push to be better, to start trusting myself, and build that confidence glow behind me; to believe that i am bright and i can hack it, whatever it may be.

For coherence, i would itemize na lang all of the events that brought me to epiphany lol

It was Friday, 17 Sep, when Dean, in our plant design subject, gave an activity for us - to come up with solutions that would address problems he presented. 1 off grid island community (either you address the water, electricity, and phone reception/signal problem under a 100k budget) and 2 vinegar packaging with a 500 mL volume and should cost less than the cost of vinegar. The due's on Monday, 20 Sep. The challenge is that you should come up with an idea that is not the same with those who already turned in their proposed solutions. I haven't turned in mine until Sunday afternoon. We are 23 in class, hence there should be 23 proposed solutions for each problem. However, only 20 or 21 turned in their solutions and as a student who decided to do it three days after the sheet was given, i was at the second to the last of the entries hahaha. I have limited choice since a lot have been proposed. And ngl, i did entered my idea for the first problem at Sunday evening and for the second problem it was on the afternoon of the next day. Those were basic solutions cause who am I? Am just your basic guy.

Tuesday, 21 Sep (#NeverForget #NeverAgain), class again for plant design (PD). Dean discussed stuffs which im ngl, i did not listen because im bored (not until he said 'we'll have a 5-min break and we'll have a quiz after that' like wtf, how will we do our quiz???!). After the short break, I did study cause i panicked as hell, he presented the prospects of the course, that we will be divided in groups and that the leaders were chosen based on the solutions they turned in the activity previously given. So there's no quiz, i was calm the whole time after that until my name was called. Like wtf??! Your basic guy will be a leader???! Hello!!! So i chat people, asked them if it was a good thing (course it was!!!? So dumb right?!). And then, i asked another leader and she agreed to my argument that we should only be divided into six instead of seven as what dean has decided. So i chatted dean (pic below). I just accepted the role half-heartedly.

As leaders, we should be hiring people for our team and we should make pubs. I dont have a canva account to help me do pubs. I made mine at MS ppt HAHAHAHAHAHA but im good so its cute. We were assigned with projects and i get to have the 4-member team. The vacant roles were project maven and liaison officer for a 3-member team. In my pubs, i included scrummaster as position to be filled, cause who am i to lead?! So yeah, that's it. I did the pubs Wednesday and I submitted my resume Thursday (third to the last hahahaha but my resume's cute hahaha).

Thursday. So i had this invite by a classmate to join the Shell event long time ago. He was reaching out for someone to ask Dean for his approval because Dean did not replied to the email he sent. So, i volunteered. I really want this competition cause this will be my first and maybe last competition as a UP student. So i DMed dean and blah blah blah he asked for selection process. I relayed the message and apologize to them for being me because i was thinking that it was me who made him come up with the decision of having the team be selected. Like, wtf i was just asking for his approval. Getting kicked out of the team was not my intention. Those whom i chatted that night were telling me that it wasn't my fault blah blah blah. So i half-heartedly agreed to them.

Friday came, yesterday, the interview. I am very anxious for someone who will be the one asking the applicants lmao. I already have been interviewed before for college applications and somehow remember the feeling, nerve wracking, whatever. To calm my nerves, i listed questions which i never got to ask properly btw, but at least i have concrete ideas on what to ask. The first interviewee was my very closed friend and so we just laugh and laugh and laugh HAHAHAHAHA. IDK if dean saw it but who cares. And the next and next and next. 3:30 passed by fast and guess what??? YOUR BASIC GUY HAS THE MOST NUMBER OF APPLICANTS TO THE POINT THAT DEAN CUT MY LIST. IT WAS EXHAUSTING BUT VERY FLATTERING. I FEEL SO HONORED. i really thought and very scared at the thought that no one will apply to me but wtf, just wtf. Ranking my applicants was damn hard. 1 i have a dream team but one was cut by dean; 2 this could make my friends mad; 3 this will be the group for the whole year; 4 i am really exhausted. But still, i submitted the list. I was hoping for the people i chose to choose me back. Only two out of three did, i am forever grateful.

Still on Friday, the classmate who invited me to the Shell thing and Dean had a zoom call and discussed about the competition. That classmate told dean what i told him the other day that i might be the reason for the decision of having the selection process done. He told me this through a voice memo, katamad daw magtype. A voice message that i played over and over again. Dean actually find me interesting (?), Invested (?) Idk exactly but the classmate told me na 'may nakikita daw talaga sya sayo. Na grabe ka ka-practical as a person like yung ideas mo daw sa plant design napakasimple lang pero napaka practical to the point daw na madami nag apply sayo kanina. And then, you need more confidence lang daw talaga' so ig, you basic guy is a practical guy now. It's just flattering.

Now, whatever happens, i must meet those expectations right? This could be a lousy motivation but what is if there's none? I dont know why im writing this. I just thought i should get my thoughts out. Ver 2.0? Turning point? Let's just do good 😌

PS I put this on my bio on FB, guess im getting more public, and if you happened to read this because you saw the link on my bio, send me a message about you thoughts.

PPS if your initials are JTZC, these have been my week and i miss you even though you're not interested in me anymore, you are hard to forget

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violetnotez · 5 years ago

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Hiya! Could I maybe request Shoto with a s/o who can be a crack head around their friends? Like one of my friends and I kept talking about bones and making jokes and me with another one of my friends, like we just make weird noises to communicate and stuff? Sorry sorry- Apollo 🌻

HIIII APOLLO how you doing babes???OMG IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO GET TO I REALLY DO!!!

I got a similar request so I kinda put them together, I hope that’s fine! 💕

HC: Crackhead S/O

Pairings: Shoto x reader, Bakugo x reader

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Shoto

Kskskekkeek this screencap was just too good I can’t

This FACE ^^^ UP HERE

EXACTLY what he will look like when your doing something off the walls crazy

He can’t understand or really wrap his head around the fact that you act so strangely around your friends

Like your a whole different person-but in a good way of course!

He won’t really say much while your with your friends, he just kinda watches the total fuckery in front of him

Once you guys leave though, that’s when the questions happen

“Do you know another language y/n? I’ve never heard you speak like that before,” he’d ask, his tone fully seriousness on his question

“What do you mean, Shoto?”

“It was like I couldn’t understand a single thing you said-it was so-different,” he’d try to put into words just how CRAZY you sounded with your friends

You just have to laugh it off-poor baby doesn’t understand slang or inside jokes

Mina is one of your closest besties from UA and she is always asking you to make TiK Toks with her

Girl is freaking popular on there just saying

She makes videos with you all the time, and you honestly just goof off on there

Of course Shoto is watching every video

Ohhhhh but if anybody writes anything he doesn’t like, will be FLIPPING HIS SHIT

Shoto turns Into Bakugo when jealous

Calm that boi down before he burns down the dorms

The cutest thing though is when you post your own videos with Shoto while doing the dances

You’ll be performing them perfectly, while Shoto is doing them off beat and with the most confused, deadpanned look ever

It’s the thought that counts

Bakugo

He can’t understand how your honestly this wierd

Don’t get me wrong, he thinks it’s cute, but like-who the hell is crazy enough to be on the level of Kaminari

You obviously

When you start hanging out with Bakusquad, you fit him so perfectly it’s honestly really scary

Kaminari lowkey would have a crush on you if you weren’t his buddy’s girl

Kamianri, you, and Sero are like the gamer group that just Mario Kart all day and try to whacky stuff while playing

Bakugo once walked in on you playing against Kaminari while Sero tried to throw Cheetos into your mouth

He just left the room-boy was too damn tired to deal with your antics

Bakugo feels like he’s gotta be your mom 24/7 around his friends because you will agree to ANY bat shit crazy idea they have

“Y/n, wanna come jump off the roof and into the pool with us?”

“Omg yes!”

*angry Bakugo storms in “THE FUCK YOUR NOT”

Your type of chaotic is you just like to screw with him

Like on a DAILY

any chance to get him pissed off your gonna take cause it’s just so FUNNY

The best thing you have ever done was when you pretended that you “lost” the remote under the couch

You called Bakugo over, telling him you had dropped the remote and couldn’t find it

He bent down, grumbling about how “you were so damn clumsy” and “he had to do everything for you”

You started giggling hysterically because your plan was working-he had his ass perked up in the air, shimmying slightly as he tried to find the remote

You instantly grabbed your phone and taking a ton of pics-you needed evidence of this wonderful event!

“The hell you doing?!? I don’t see the damn thing-“

“Oh I’m doing nothing, just keep looking, I’m sure it’ll pop up somewhere...”

Let’s just say when he realizes you were messing with him after Kamianri turns the TV on with the remote, he’s gonna be on a rampage

#bnha #bnha x reader #bnha hc #bnha shoto x reader #shoto x reader #bnha bakugo x reader #bakugo x reader #bnha shoto hc #bnha bakugo hc #shoto x reader hc #bakugo x reader hc #shoto x y/n #kastuki bakugo #bakugou katsuki #bnha bakugo x you #bnha bakugo x reader #bakugo x reder #mha todoroki x y/n #todoroki x you

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ruthoakenshield · 5 years ago

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The Call (part 1)

Ok so this just popped into my head. Maybe it was because I was watching North & South and have always wondered what it would be like to work on set with actors during the filming of a movie/tv series.

Warning: death by car accident

You’ve been working as a stage hand on this movie for close to four months now. Every day helping get the sets ready for the actors and actresses. Every day they show up, do their roles and then leave you to clean up when they are finished. Today is no different.

You have gotten to know some of them quite well. Lately you feel eyes watching you. Not in a creepy sense, but it still bugs you cuz you can’t figure out who it is. Whenever you turn to look, the people you see are all talking to each other.

It’s close to lunch time and the director calls cut for the lunch break. People start gathering their stuff and you feel the eyes are watching you again. You feel your phone buzzing in your pocket. You pause in resetting the scene’s props to answer it.

It’s your family’s lawyer. He tells you your parents have been killed in a car accident and that the police couldn’t find a way to contact you and got ahold of him.

You stand there stunned. “www what?” You manage to stutter before feeling your legs start to give out from under you. You crumple to the floor still grasping the phone shocked. You hear your family’s attorney talking but you aren’t grasping anything. “I’m sorry, sir, can I call you back after work to discuss this?” You ask. He agrees, offers his apologies and hangs up.

You sit there stunned for a moment. The director and a couple of actors still in the studio see you collapse on the set and look at each other worriedly. They come up to you and squat down. “Y/n are you all right?” The director asks. You nod. “I’m sorry, I’ll be fine, gust give me a couple minutes.” You tell them trying to put on a brave face. You feel a large warm hand touch your face gently and brush away a tear running down your cheek, then it gently grasps your chin and tilts your head up. You open your eyes to see Richard’s sapphire blue eyes looking at you worriedly.

“Y/n are you sure you’re all right? What made your knees buckle like that?” He asks. You feel your face get red. “It’s nothing. Just got a call from someone I was not expecting. I will be fine. Please excuse me...” you say as you move to stand. Richard takes your hand and helps you up. “...I need to get this set redressed so it’s ready after lunch so you can begin filming again.” You say.

The director & the two actors look at each other and shrug. They move off to the side and watch you for a bit. Then they head off into the dark and you hear a door open and close.

You think you’re alone, but you get the feeling that you are being watched. You just shake it off and do your job. Occasionally wiping tears from your eyes as you think about the news you just received.

“They’re gone. You were supposed to meet them for your birthday in two weeks. Now you’ll be burying them instead. You hold it together and get the set redressed. Then you sit on one of the chairs off to the side and pull up the last family photo you took of them with you on your phone. You look at it for a while and let tears slide down your cheeks quietly.

Richard watches you from the shadows by the wall like he has done for the past few months. He is fascinated with you. When you first came on set you didn’t act like the other ladies did. You didn’t fall all over the actors, eager to please. You practically ignored them. Only interacting with them if you were instructed to.

He wondered if you were unimpressed or just reserved and shy. He watched over the first few months as you slowly accepted it when a couple of the female actors decided they wanted to be friends with you and started talking to you on a regular basis. They would drag you with to the bars and night clubs. His friends would drag him to them as well. He would watch you dance on the dance floor wishing he could work up the nerve to talk with you and ask you for a dance.

Now he watched as you got a phone call, crumpled to the floor and sat there with a shocked look on your face. He felt your body trembling when he placed his hand on your back when they went to see if you were ok. You were obviously upset about something as a few tears had slid down your cheek unnoticed. He wondered why you put on a brave face and said that it was nothing and that you were fine.

He watched you as you redressed the stage. He saw your tears and you wiping them away. He wondered if you were going to eat lunch or not. When you sat down in the chair near where he stood, and pulled out your phone, he could see the screen. You were staring at a picture of you and an older couple. His eyes opened wide when he heard you whisper, “I’m gonna miss you Mom. You too Pa. I hope it was a quick death for you and that you two didn’t suffer.” As you sniffles back some more tears.

Richard cleared his throat and stepped out from the shadow. “Um... I thought I’d hang around till you were done and see if you wanted some lunch. Shannon and Stacey said you’ve been skipping lunch and we were getting kinda worried. Especially with these long days. I hope I’m not interrupting something. You seemed pretty upset a little while ago.” He said as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck.

You startled and almost dropped the phone when you heard someone clearing their throat from somewhere close behind you. You were surprised when Richard stepped out of the shadows and asked if you were going to have lunch. Shannon and Stacey were both getting on your case about not eating enough. You knew they meant well, but you didn’t have the funds to be eating at the commissary all the time like they did.

Richard came up to you and put his hand on your shoulder. You sighed and looked back at your phone. “That’s a good pic of you. Who’se the other two you’re with?” He asks quietly. “My parents.” You say sadly. He picks up on your sadness. “You sound sad, y/n what’s the matter?” he asks as he moves in front of you and squats down.

You lower your gaze and your shoulders start to tremble. You try to not cry in front of him but he senses you’re upset. “Come here, Y/n. Let me get you some lunch and tell me what’s bothering you.” He says as he pulls you to stand and holds his arms open offering you a hug. You hesitate. “I’m not going to hurt you, darling. Let me help. You’re obviously upset. I’m here, let me help. Even if it’s just to listen and lend a shoulder to cry on.” He says. You finally cave and let him hug you. “Come on, let me get you some lunch. What would you like?” He asks as he pulls out his phone and pulls up the local restaurants.

You tell him you just want a sub from the local sub shop. He orders it online for delivery and puts his order in as well. He calls down to the gatehouse to let them know to let the delivery person in and tells him where to send the driver.

Then he pulls you over to the sofa in the break lounge across the hall. He sits next to you and gives you some water to drink. He rubs your back as you sit hunched over your knees playing with the water bottle. You sigh and he leans forward.

“Y/n was the phone call you got before lunch what upset you?” He asked as he resumed rubbing your back absentmindedly. You nod.

“It was my family’s lawyer.” You say quietly. “What did he say that upset you so?” Richard asks in his smooth baritone voice. His eyes studying you.

“He called to inform me that both my parents were killed in a car accident today. I-I-I no longer have anyone to call family.” You say and feel tears burning your eyes again as you try to hold back the sobs.

“Oh, Sweetheart, I’m SO sorry! Come here, it’s ok, let it out. You’ll feel better when you do.” He says as he pulls you against his chest and he wraps his arms around you, rocking a little to try to comfort you. He lets you cry and just holds you till you’ve calmed down.

“ I never thought I’d be having to bury my parents for my birthday...” you sniffle. He hands you another Kleenex from the box on the table. “When is your birthday?” He asks. “Two weeks from tomorrow.” You reply. “Do you mind me asking what number birthday this is?” You look up at him bashfully. “My 40th.”

You say and see the shocked look on his face. You giggle as it’s the typical expression you get. Most people don’t believe you when you tell them your age. They always think you’re in your mid to late 20’s.

“I’m sorry, did you say this is your 40th birthday coming up?!?” Richard asks totally surprised. You giggle and nod. “How old did you think I was?” You ask, now grinning.

He laughs and holds his hands up. “Ohhh don’t you go asking me that. That’s such a loaded question!” He smirks. You chuckle, “Oh come on, I know by your reaction you thought I was younger than I am! So how old did you think I was? Trust me, you’re NOT going to insult me at all.”

Richard eyes you warily. “Promise you won’t get mad at me?” He asks with his trademark raised eyebrow and half smirk. You giggle and nod.

“I thought you were around 25 or so.” He says sheepishly, but laughs when you give him a huge grin. “Really?!?” You say then chuckle. “I guess you didn’t notice these then.” You say pointing at your patches of silvery white strands framing your face.

Richard looks again at your face, now noticing you have the silver strands. He reaches up and gently runs his fingers along them on one side.

“Well, I guess I just thought they were colored that way on purpose. Shannon and Stacey couldn’t figure out how you keep the roots from showing!” He says with a chuckle. “So they are real, not colored?” He asks.

You grin. “Oh, they’re all real and all natural. I earned each and every silver strand there, buddy!” You say proudly. He grins and caresses your face again. “They suit you much better than mine suit me!” He says with a twinkle in his eyes. You blush. “I rather like how yours look on you.” You say suddenly shy.

He grins & suddenly his phone rings. He groans and picks it up. “Ah, food’s here. I’ll be right back. He tells you. He quickly answers the phone as he walks back into the set to get the food at the stage door. A few minutes later he comes back in with food and two bottles of water.

“Here, Sweetheart. Have some lunch. How come you never join us when we take lunch? You always stay here.” He asks as the two of you eat your subs and potato chips. “Can’t afford it.” I’m barely making ends meat as it is right now.” You sigh.

“Shit! Now I’m going to have to take bereavement and miss work to deal with the estate and funeral arrangements!” You suddenly realize and groan, rubbing your forehead.

“Hey,” Richard says as he takes your hand. “It’s okay. We have a break coming up in a couple weeks for a holiday. It’ll be ok. You don’t have to have the funeral right away you know.” You look up at him confused. “I don’t?” You ask. He chuckles. “No, Sweetheart, you don’t. Do you need some help with all this? I helped my Dad and sister with Mom’s funeral arrangements. Would you like help with your parents’?” He asks as he gives your hand a gentle squeeze.

You are speechless that he would offer his help. You nod and he rubs your hand with his. “Don’t worry, Your attorney and I can walk you through this. For now let’s finish eating. Ok?” He asks. You just nod and go back to eating.

After a few minutes you say, “Richard, can you please not tell anyone about this. I’m not ready to deal with all the cast and crew telling me they are sorry, etc.” he looks at you puzzled but nods. “I won’t say anything. Tell them when you are ready.” He says quietly.

Suddenly they hear people start coming into the set area and he watches as you quickly scarf down the rest of your sub and grab the water. You stand and thank him for lunch and his help and he gives you a quick hug before you race back to set. He sighs and picks up the trash and dumps it into the garbage as Shannon and Stacey come walking in.

“How come you didn’t join us for lunch, Rich?” They ask. “Spying on Miss y/n again?” They tease as they bump shoulders with him. “Did ya ask her out yet? I know you got a crush on her! You’ve been watching her since the first day of filming!!!” They tease, making his face very red.

Richard rubs his neck and says, “I offered to buy her lunch and have it delivered here. She was having a rough time and seemed to not want to be around a lot of people. We talked about what was bothering her and I think we got some things figured out.” He replies.

The two ladies look at each other and each grab an arm, pulling him down on the couch. “Spill it!” They beg. He just grins and says as he stands, “ Oh no! You’ll have to talk to her about it. It’s not my place to say anything.” He says and steps over Shannon’s legs and heads for the door.

The two women giggle and look at each other. “Time for a girl’s night out!” They both say.

Richard gets back onto the set and keeps an eye on Y/n for the rest of the afternoon. You seem fine to most people, but the director keeps glancing at you. During one of the resets, he walks over to Richard and asks, “I’m worried about Y/n. She isn’t as chipper as she was this morning. Any idea why?” Richard shrugs. “You’ll have to ask her. It’s not my place to say.” The director nods. Then goes back to film.

Close to the end of the day the director comes up to you and asks to talk to you. He takes you to the room where you and Richard had lunch and shuts the door. You get incredibly nervous that he is going to fire you for eating lunch with Richard.

He comes over to you and says, “Y/n, I’ve noticed you aren’t as chipper this afternoon as you were before getting that phone call right before lunch. Is something going on that I should know about? I just want to make sure you’re ok.”

You look at him worried. “Did Richard tell you?” You ask. “What do you mean, Y/n? Richard hasn’t said anything other than to ask you.” You sigh and sit back down on the sofa. You feel your eyes start to sting.

“The call I got was my family’s lawyer. He said my parents were killed in a car crash today. The cops couldn’t get ahold of me and there’s no other next of kin, so they called him looking to get ahold of me.” You tell him and start to cry.

“Oh, honey!” The director says as he comes over to you and sits next to you and tries to console you. “I’m so sorry! Why didn’t you say anything about it when you first collapsed?!? I would’ve understood and given you the time off!” You sniffled. “I can’t afford to take any time off. I’m barely making ends meet. I need this job now, more than ever.” You explain.

“Sweetheart, you need to take time to grieve. That’s why we have bereavement pay. Don’t worry about us or your finances, we’ll help you make it. Ok? Now is there anything you need?” He asks. “I don’t know. I guess I’m still in shock. The lawyer was trying to tell me all kinds of stuff but I just couldn’t focus.” You tell him.

“Sweetheart, do you have anyone who can help you through this besides your family’s lawyer?” The director asks. You shake your head. “No, not really. Richard offered to help when he saw me sitting alone during lunch. I guess he could tell something was bothering me, so he bought us lunch and we talked about it. But I told him not to say anything till the end of the day. I just can’t deal with hearing condolences from everyone right now.” You explain.

“Ok, here’s what we’re going to do. You’re going to go home and take some bereavement time to grieve and work things out. I will talk with Richard and the cast & crew to see if we can rearrange the schedule so he can be with you to help you with everything. “

“Oh, no! Sir! I can’t ask you to do that for me! No! I will muddle through this somehow without upsetting the entire filming schedule!” You tell him.

“Nonsense! You’re part of this film’s family, and we take care of each other! Especially when there’s something like this! Ok?” He insists.

You sigh, understanding you won’t win this argument. “Ok, sir.” You say quietly.

He rubs your back. “You are not alone in this young lady. We are here for you even if it’s just you needing a shoulder to cry on or you need to vent.” He assures you. Now go home and we will keep in touch. He says standing and giving you a side hug. “You’re gonna be ok.” You nod and head for the door. He follows and you both enter the stage. You can feel all eyes on you as you gather your things.

The director gets everyone’s attention and says they will film one more scene for the day. Once everyone is refocused on doing the next scene, he turns to you and nods for you to leave.

Richard watches your interactions and sees you gathering your things. He looks at the director obviously worried. The director mouths “it’s okay” to him and he nods. They film the remaining scene, giving you time to make your escape home.

Once filming is done. The director calls for everyone’s attention. “As you may have noticed, I sent Y/n home early today. You’re probably wondering why. It turns out she got a call from her family’s lawyer just befor lunch informing her that her parents died in a car accident today. She was an only child and now has no family to help her prepare and plan a double funeral and deal with the estate as well as help her grieve.” Everyone is shocked and begins to murmur.

The director holds up his hands. “Some of you have offered to help her with this process. For those who do, I will be rearranging the filming schedule to accommodate. You know who you are. Come see me tomorrow to work out details. As for the rest of you, please keep her in your thoughts and prayers. She is feeling overwhelmed by this news and I don’t want you all inundating her with visits all at once. If you do go to visit her, please do so in small groups and keep the visits short.

Feel free to send cards, notes of sympathy or encouragement and flowers, but she is struggling financially, so think of ways to help her in those aspects to show you wish her well. She will be back with us once bereavement is over and she is up to starting to work again. Are there any questions?”

“Where should we send cards and gifts to? Does anyone know where she lives?” Someone asks.

“We do!” Says Shannon and Stacey. “Send them here and we can bring them to her!” They offer. The director nods. “Any other questions?” He asks. There’s murmuring, but no one asks any further questions.

“If there’s no other questions... then you’re free to get cleaned up and go home.” He says.

#richard armitage #funeral arrangements #celebrity crush #filming #fanfic #car crash

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blessyourhondahurley · 5 years ago

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October 7 - Skype

[also on AO3]

Dean rolled his shoulders, huffing in frustration. The whole case made no sense. “I don't know, man, I got nothin',” he grudgingly admitted.

Sam whipped out his phone. “Well, let's ask Cas. He might recognize this thing's M.O.”

“Yeah, good idea. I can text him some pics...”

“I'll Skype him. We can walk him around the whole crime scene.”

“Wait, Cas uses Skype now?”

“Yeah, Dean, I taught him how to use Skype.”

Dean didn't know why, exactly, but the idea took him aback. Skyping with an Angel of the Lord. What even is his life?

“Huh. Okay, well, let's see what he says.”

~~~~~~~

Skyping with an Angel of the Lord turns out to be a very handy thing indeed. Soon Dean felt no trepidation about looping his friend in on a case whenever he needed an extra set of eyes.

“Hey, Cas.”

“Hello, Dean. What do you need?”

“I was wondering if you've ever seen a sigil like this?” He angled his phone to show the symbol, a large and intricate one that seemed to have been applied with molasses or some other sticky, dark syrup.

“Hmmm. Step back a bit. Let me see the whole wall.”

“Better?”

“Yes, much. See those little dots down in the corner, along the baseboard? They're part of the design.”

“Whoa, you're right. Good spotting. So, do you recognize it?”

“Yes, it's Akkadian. Very old magic. The number of dots indicates the number of minutes the sigil will remain active.”

Gingerly, Dean touched a finger to one of the lines. “Well, the goo's still pretty fresh, but it's starting to dry, and I see... Six dots. So that means...?”

“Whatever has been enchanted, it should wear off very soon, yes.”

“Awesome. Thanks!”

“Of course, Dean. Any time.”

~~~~~~~

He wasn't even on a case the next time they Skyped. He'd left the Bunker for a big grocery run a couple hours ago, so it wasn't surprising that Cas seemed a little worried when he answered.

“Hello, Dean, is everything alright?”

“Everything's fine, Cas. Just wanted you to see this.” He scanned his phone along the horizon and heard the angel gasp.

“Look at that sunset!”

“Nice, huh?” “It's beautiful.”

“Yeah. Made me think of you." Dean kept his phone pointing outwards, towards the pinking sky and away from the rosy blush that now bloomed across his cheeks. "Um, I mean... You've been cooped up in the Bunker all day with no windows, I thought you'd appreciate a little hit of nature's splendor.”

“I do, very much. Thank you for thinking of me, Dean.”

“Any time, buddy.”

~~~~~~~

Dean's next call caught Cas in the middle of something.

“Hey, Cas. Uh, whoa!”

“Hello, Dean. What do you need?”

“Umm...” Dean struggled to form a reply of any kind, his thoughts racing while his eyes roamed his screen.

“Dean, are you injured??”

“No, sorry, I just... Lost my train of thought... What are you up to?”

“I'm in the gym. I felt the need to expend some energy, so I've been working with the speed bag and some free weights.”

“Oh, is that why...?” He trailed off again, distracted.

“Why what?”

“Why, uh, no shirt?”

“Oh. Yes, I worked up quite a sweat.”

“Yeah, I can see that...”

Cas quirked an eyebrow and waited expectantly for Dean to continue, but there were no words forthcoming.

“...Dean? Did you call with a question?”

“Umm... Yeah, but... Uh. I forget what it was. I'll call back later.”

~~~~~~~

Dean began Skyping him more often after that, often calling from the road, just to pass the time.

“Hey, Cas.”

“Hello, Dean. How are you?”

“Good. Bored. We finished the case. Sammy's out getting a beer and blowing off some steam.”

“You didn't want to join him and blow something off?”

“Uh, no, I wasn't in the mood. There's a classic Star Trek marathon tonight so I'm hanging out in the room.”

“Star Trek... Which one is that?” The tilt of Cas's lips suggested that he might be teasing, but Dean was not about to take any chances.

“Cas! Unacceptable! Go to the Dean Cave and turn on the TV. It's on BBC America, channel 724. I'll catch you up.”

~~~~~~~

Late one evening, it was Cas's turn to Skype home from a motel room somewhere in middle America.

"Hey, Cas, what's up?

“Hello, Dean. I'm sorry, it's late. Did I wake you?”

“Uhh... Yeah, but it's okay. What's going on? How's your case?”

"It's going well. I've gathered all the necessary ingredients. I will be able to expel the creature in the morning, and then I should get home around midnight."

"I'm glad. I miss you so much, sweetheart." The words tumbled out of his still-sleepy brain and directly into Cas's ear. The blue eyes on the screen widened in surprise, and adrenaline flooded Dean's system. Suddenly wide awake, he stammered, "I—I mean, I..."

"I miss you too, Dean," Cas replied with a soft smile. "Will you be up when I get home tomorrow night? I'd like to talk face to face."

Dean smiled back. "Yeah, I think we have some things to talk about."

#destiel #destiel fanfic #destiel fluff

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charmed-asylum · 5 years ago

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𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓷𝓮𝓻𝓼

ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴛɴᴇʀꜱ, ᴘᴀʀᴛ 3

Summary: Finn Cox had everything boy would ever dream of a hot cheerleader girlfriend, loved by everyone, and caption of his hockey team. So why is since Camille Dawson step into his life he starts to have second thoughts about everything

FYI: You know what sucks being sick during the holidays. Anyway, we about to get into the good stuff. Sorry not sorry but you might go through an emotional roller coaster Lets CHAT Come get a tag or Whatnot. If you are new catch up :)

✨ The Partners: Ch. 1 / Ch. 2 ✨

𝓉𝒶𝑔𝑔𝑒𝒹: @weapinggwillowss @nottherightseason @strangerfictions @thewolfswriting @ hauntors

Nikkei was piss he could not be at her cheerleading practice. Something he just didn’t care for and had time to fake it.

“ Look I’m sorry Nic. Things have been crazy with my mom” Finn said walking beside her down the hallway. She was shuggle under his arms wrap like a ribbon around a pretty Christmas present. “How do I look, Finn Cox. WE are captains not being together. Is just unheard of. Me alone with no public PDA. You nowhere to be found. Sometimes I feel you don’t care about my needs. Just yours. You know that selfish “ Nikkei said with hatred. He remands quite just mumble yes dear. Camille was walking swiftly down the hallway carrying too many books coming in the opposite direction. “ See you in class Cam” Finn shout out to her. She smiled nodded yes and continue on her way almost tripping on her shoelace. Nikkei stop and yanked him close to a window. “Another thing. Don’t do that with her when I’m with you. Knowledge her like that. It’s belittling Finn. Better yet do not do it at all in school. People were talking and not good stuff. Stop it or else by 12 periods you be nothing” Nikkei said with her arms cross. He rolled his eyes. Said the girl who cheats on daily tripping on a friendship. “ Nikkei she nothing but a partner for a class you heard Kev. She a golden ticket so I’m playing nice. Freakin chill. You have nothing to worry about “ Finn said holding her tight. He started to kiss her lifting her against the glass window. Making sure all those worries were wrong.

He just missed the bell after a full-blown makeout session with Nikkei. “ Your late” the teacher said tapping at the desk. Finn sat in the back tried his best to pay attention but all he could think about was what Nikkei said. Camille was just a friend. Yeah, he thought about her a lot and stuff but was it more. Nah. He needs a break to talk it over with someone. Raising his hand he quickly rushes to the bathroom.

Camille sneaked into the boy's bathroom flustered at him. “ We gotta make up a schedule Finno. I was in class. Yeah, we were watching a movie -” she stopped and looked at him. “ We should probably not be in the boy's bathroom “she said looking around. He grabbed her hand and walk into a nearby empty classroom.

“ I just wanna tell you things might come around on something I said and it’s not true” Finn said. "Willy Wonka" Camille said standing by the bookshelf. He got closer and stood in front of her confused. “What does that mean” Finn said a bit irritated. Camille walk around him and walks towards the back of the classroom creating some space. “ Golden ticket. I’m not stupid. I was aware of what your intentions were. Nikkei probably acting like any girl would. I’m sure I add a few punches this week” Camille said moving her hair behind her ear and grinned. She looked up at him through her natural thick black lashes. “ How you know” Finn said growing close to her. She wiggles her shoulders a bit at the question. “ Isn’t that what you want to say... Is it your mom" Camille said holding onto his forearm. Finn looks down at her hand. It was like a gentle touch. She brushed her thumb against his bicep smoothing him. A touch he didn't want to let go. Still, he did not move it away. “ No. she fine. She has doctor appointments today. What should I do with Nikkei” Finn asked? Camille sighed. “She looks like a person that’s a big show me. You should take her out. Somewhere where she can get all dolled up but also a place you people go too. Alright, Cox" Camille said a bit chipper. “When did you become my bro, “ Finn said with a chuckle. Camille walk towards the door looks back towards him. “ Maybe your just my sista. Tonight take her out. I have your back with your parents” Camille said leaving. Finn nods and started to laugh. “ I already sent you a link. The private plane ride got a coupon and good to take pics “ Camille said poking her head inside before going.

Finn rushed back and made an excuse. While anyone wasn’t looking he put everything together and sent Nikkei a text to meet up after school. He waited for her by the gym entrance after practice. Nikkei walk out with her hair perfectly straight down with a middle part a white blouse with a big black bow and a short plaid skirt that went above her knees all in red pumps. Completely different from what she was wearing this morning. Then again making your friends give up their lockers to you can probably do that. He held on to a dozen on red roses. Nikkei took them and hand it to her friend. “ What the big surprise “ Nikkei asked. Finn grabs her hand and walks her to his car. “ It’s a surprise" Finn said excitedly. She said nothing just text on her phone. Finn looks over and tried to start a conversation with her. Nothing. Pulling out his phone he texts Camille for pointers.

Cam😇: Probably not txt the girl she had a problem 😛 w/ & say her makeup look hot makes me wanna kiss you lol

Finn clears his throat. “ You know Nic you're looking hella fine those lips so juicy I can’t wait to kiss them, “Finn said trying to sound cool. Nikkei look up from her phone and beamed. “Really because I been using this makeup that cost $200 the bare minimum. Where we going “ Nikkei asks eagerly. Finn tried not to sweat. “ Somewhere special for my lady” Finn said. He pulled into a runway he and parks by a plane. “ I want to show you the world so I decided to start with this. Private half-hour ride" Finn gesturing to the plane. Nikkei smile and took her phone out. “ Oh, my gosh those salty bitches gonna be so jealous “ Nikkei said recording what was happening. Finn rushes his hands through his hair. “ Probably talk too” Finn mumbled. She was paying him no mind the whole time live streaming and took selfies. Finn hated it. He just looks out the whole time wishing he was somewhere else.

Nikkei was thrilled and delighted after the ride. Happy and not talking crazy like before. She clings to him the whole ride home calling anyone who answers and brag.

He lends against the door waiting for Camille. It was crunch time two more weeks then presentations were starting. Yo, what up for BDay 🤢🍺Kevin text. He started to text back when Camille came walking down the hallway with her hair bouncing around one side to another.“ Smile" Camille said holding up her very old camera. Finn knocks it to the side and walks in with her. “ What up with the Father Time over here” Finn asked holding the camera. He went to take a picture of Camille till she stops him waving her hand to cover her face. “ Didn’t your parents tell you gotta warn a girl before taking a picture? “ Camille said muttering through her hands. Finn giggle. "Okay" he said laughing at her. Peaking through her fingers Camille looks at him,” How was yesterday “. Finn sat back in the seat and took pictures of random things. “ It was alright” Finn said. Camille let her hands down and look at him. She said nothing just look at him. She always knew. “ I enjoy it though. How do you find out about that place” Finn asks? “ My uncle took me when I first came here and no anything else you gotta wait until after we gets work done or buy the audiobook ” Camille said. “Alright ALRIGHT. Cam I was thinking we can get a few people tonight before the game and some today during class” Finn said pulling at his notebook. “ Ready when you are” Camille said getting up.

She was writing down some notes a curl drop down in front of her forehead. “ You owe me a game” Finn said lending against the desk. She stopped and chuckled to herself. “ Yeah. Been there done that. I’m good. Thanks “ Camille said. He looked at her then around holding his hands to scream. "HEY GUESS WHAT" Finn started to shout. Camille pulled at his arms down giggling. “ Okay. Okay. But we gotta get some shots so do good” Camille said getting up to leave. “ YES DEAR” Finn shout out. She turns around and puts her pinky up at him and walks away.

His mom and dad decided to come after finding out their new buddy was coming. It was an important game very important. One of those you win it really can mean something. Nikkei's ex-team was their biggest rival. He stood tall putting on his gear when she walks in baby blue jeans Bon Jovi vintage tour t-shirt and a big brown jacket camera swinging side to side. Flash “ You can’t be here. Dawson" coach said before she got to him. She peaks over his broad shoulders to look at Finn. Looking back down bashful, "I’m sorry coach Jackson. Thought it was the girl locker. While I’m here can I take a few pictures for the yearbook” He nods and point towards the opposite direction Finn was. He wanted to laugh he could only imagine her in the boy's locker room again.

“Alright but make it February girls get sappy for that love shit” Kevin said walking over. Throwing his jersey on his approached Finn. “ Man you got a piece of that attention” Kevin said pointing at where he just came from. Finn looked over once more. “ What action you talking about. Get your mind right” Finn said closing his locker. Kevin wave his hands and points towards where Camille was. “ Nothing. Bro. Look your partner over there taking pics of us. Said it can be a calendar good. Imagine tons of tens shut even fives under me in their beds. Touching themselves in their bedrooms holding a fucking teddy ” Kevin said laughing.

Finn got up and walk off. He was a bit conflicted. Yeah, she was a friend but a part of him didn’t get why she was talking to others. By the time he walked over no one but the team manager was there cleaning. “ Where the girl ” Finn asked. “ Cox. She left but hey I got a picture she said might be good for February “ he said. Finn kicked a ball and walk off. “ Say cheese buck a roo” Camille said sitting down by his locker. He sighs and walks pass towards his bag. She followed behind. “ What up with you talking to the guys" Finn asked throwing things into his bag. She took off her glass and look at him her big brown Bambi eyes sparkle against the tacky ceiling lights. “ Look at me. I had to make a reason why I am in the guy's locker room. I did get in trouble last time I bust in here. Do you want me to get in trouble? Finn” she said putting them back on. He stops throwing things in. STUPID “ Oh. Yeah, I knew that. So a calendar” Finn said. Lending against the locker beside his.” Yeah, I actually might make a calendar now. Kinda feel bad for lying. I can probably put it together by the final game if you win today. Oh, wait my uncle said good luck “ she said pulling at the camera straps blushing. He never saw he blush like that. Of course, she gets bashful but she always looks away or coughs in her oversize sleeves. Finn smiled and starts to say something. “ Cox Dawson. You gotta go” Coach said. Camille nodded and left. Finn watches as she left. Thanks, Cam Cam

He walked out with the rest of the team. This was it his home safe place. Something about playing made him excited thrill happy pump everything. He looks out to Nikkei with her friends. Then in the far center, Camille was sitting by his mom. Will on the other end next to his dad cheering out loud waving foam fingers. Both his dad and Will was wearing the team color paint on their face waving their beer in the air. Camille smiled was so bright that it was could be brighter than the sun. She waved at him and pointed so his mom can see him. He looked back at the ice and took a deep breath in, GAME TIME.

The sweat rushes down his face as he made the winning shot as the bell rings. Finn drops to the ground and screams out loud with excitement. The floor started to shake as everyone stomp and scream filled the whole arena. Tears flow down his cheeks mixing with the sweat and blood from a busted lip. Everyone jumped on top of him yelling. Flash He looked over to see Camille at the corner of his eye taking a picture of him with the team. His mom came over to her and talk to her for a second before walking back together where they came from. He slaps everyone hand and got lost in the win.

His parents waited for him by the parking lot. Waving signs rooting for their boy. Dad playfully patted his back and mess his hair. “Good game kid. Like how you listen to me about those shots you took and D” dad said rubbing his back. “ Yea dad” Finn responded looking around for Camille. Mom taps his side. “ Don’t worry she be coming soon. You ask her out yet “ mom said with a big smile. She liked Camille a lot. “ No. I got a girlfriend ma. Camillie just a friend “Finn said rolling his eyes. He spotted Will walking over on the phone. No Camille. “ Yo Will over here” Finn said waving him to come over. Will wave okay and finish his call. “Any plans with the team “ mom asked holding dad's hands. “ Coach invited the team for pizza so we doing that I guess" Finn said looking around for Camille. Where was she at she was fine a minute ago.

Will wave at everyone and walk over. “ Yeah, I know. I don’t know baby alright. I talk later” Will said rattled. “ Where Camille “ mom asked worriedly. Finn looks at her then at Will waiting for an answer. “ Huh, she alright. Girl stuff. You know that time of the month. She said she was sorry. Good game Finno” Will said rubbing his hands. Finn looks over by where the high school entrance then again at Will. “ Can you tell her I call later if that’s okay with you just to check on her ” Finn asked. Will frown a bit and nodded okay. He spoke to his parents to the side even inviting them to his yacht to celebrate the win when he comes back from a business trip.

It was loud a lot of cheering. In good sport coach invited the other team. Surprisingly they show. It was probably the free food and trash talk. He tried enjoying himself but all he could do was think just what changes in those minutes. Maybe it was something he did. “ Yo to Finn Da Cox sucker. Great win bro” Kevin said raising his drink. Everyone rooting him on. “ Thanks, K “ Finn said spotting Nikkei walking in with her ex. Crushing the red cup in his hand he gave her a look. Nikkei wave goodbye and walk over to Finn and the guys. “ What up with that. Really at my celebration Nikkei “ Finn said pissed. She clings onto his jacket and pushes him to stop. “We were just chatting and smoking babe. You know everyone jealous of you and me. Mostly me” Nikkei said kissing him on the lips. He looks at her ex and walks back over to the party with Nikkei. She sat on his lap as they all celebrate. Time to be Finn all love and envy.

He rubbed his eyes and yawned, letting out a big cold breath out of air. He looks out. He was on her road just sitting on the hood of his car. What happened those moments. Nikkei was extra nice. He had to get his mind right he won so why it feels like he didn’t. He looks again at his phone. A bike road up down the road. Camille came closer to him in a pair of sweatpants covered by a huge black Santa Cruz shroom dot spider dye hoodie. Swinging over the seat she hopped off and walk to him. Her hair blew with the wind. It was silent just noise of nature but in his mind, it sounds like a track of his life went off as she got closer. “And why couldn’t you just come to my house and do this. I’m in my PJ” Camille said pointing at herself. Finn sigh. “ Sorry. I was worried about you. Will was acting strange and you. You were fine then your sick out of nowhere" Finn stated. It was dark yet he could look like a dream. “No no. I’m sorry. How was the part-tay" Camille asked amusingly ignoring his concern? He got closer to her. She walks back a little so she was still a dream imagined. “ It was good. You should have come. Nikkei was extra nice" Finn said putting his hands into his back pockets. She said nothing just look at him. A car passes by making her face clear to see. She had a few bruises busted lip and cut across the face. Finn got close and touch her. He didn't know why but it felt where his hands had to be. Protecting her comforting her. She closes her eyes and smile hold onto his hand and moves it down. “ I’m fine” she said holding his sweaty hand. He knocks it back up and tried to wipe some of the blood away. “What happened” Finn said concern. Her eyes widened and she just looks at him. “ Nothing. Finn, it’s not for me to say. I’m fine it’s just war paint. It’s late. You should probably stay sleep in a guest room. Will got clothes and stuff that should fit you” Camille said bringing her bike over to his car. Breathtaking.

She gave him some towels and a change of clothes for tomorrow. “I will never hurt you, Camille. I just wanna let you know. Never” Finn said. Camille stopped in the doorway and look back at him. “It’s not good to make promises we can’t keep. Good night Finn. You did well today. I'm proud of you“ Camille said. Finn got up shook his head no and squeezed her arm tight. “Never” he said seriously. She nods and touches his cheek and whispered in his ear good night. He lay in bed and thought about her and this time she was just a few feet away.

The smell of fresh cinnamon rolls covers the whole house. He walks into the kitchen still trying to wake up. She was putting the breakfast out for the two. Her glasses tilt down a bit as she was singing. If he never saw the state she was in yesterday he would never think she was a nasty fall. Grabbing a biscuit he sits down. “Your uncle not gotta kill me is he” Finn asked. She holds up the coffee then the orange juice. He nods at the juice then points at the coffee. She sat across from him her feet cross in the chair. “ I guess we will have to see. He is a good shooter... No, he left this morning before you woke up meeting in Canada or was it Calfoina” she said eating some pineapple slices. Finn looks around. “ So they are usually gone all the time like this for real. My parents are so different always there. But still, I feel alone. Guess I should count my blessings" Finn said. Camille pushes back then forward in her chair and nods yes. “ Don’t get any ideas, Finn. It’s a bit of isolation in a land of quiet but I enjoy it. Like the jogs I take. Skills I learn. Oh, that reminds me” Camille said getting up. Finn leaned back to see what she was doing. She walks back with something in her hands. “ What this” Finn asks while drinking coffee. She sat on the table. “ I’m taking the bus to school. So here are the keys for you to lock up” Camille said swaying a key on a Hello Kitty and moon keychain. “Let me take us in” Finn said stopping her. She looks at him then bit her bottom lip. She looks back down then up at him. “You won’t let me go only if I say yes. Then okay but you let me out a block from the school. Don’t want the right people getting the wrong idea. Right “ Camille asked a hand on her hip. “Yeah” he said letting go. She sat back down and look at him before finishing her fruit.

He stops her a block from school just like she asked. Something happened. Last night. Something that she was keeping hidden and probably Nikkei was trying to keep it that way. He wouldn’t have thought that way. Yet it what Camille kept saying and not saying. The looks though that was the keyhole. Nikkei and Kevin waited for him by his locker talking to one another. “ So bro what happened to you. Tried to call you last night” Kevin said greeting Finn. “ Nah nothing. So you heard about the finals” Finn said. They look at each other. “ It’s next Monday. So it’s like what two days after your birthday. No-fuss bro” Kevin said excitedly. “ I got so many ideas for your birthday. We discussed what I like for you to do at lunch okay “ Nikkei said then walked off. Finn looked down at the ground. He completely forgot about his birthday. He has been so busy with classes, his mom, and hockey it didn’t leave him room to be a kid.

They got their assign days, Friday. Camille text him as soon as it went up. They finished thanks to her quick thinking but all left was the actual interviews that they had to do during class. Finn asks a few of his friends and Camille asks a few from class and her group. She was set up in the empty art room. “ What up what are we doing” Finn said walking into the plastic on the floor. Camille looks up in her overalls and crop top. “ Setting up. Finn, you forgot “ Camille said wiping her hands on her overalls.

Stroking his hand through his hair he laughs. The surprise. He looks at her as he was about to say something when people start to come in. It was a genius pure genius perfect IQ smart. Wiping her face she threw a towel at Finn. “ We still gotta film each other part. Look into the bag” Camille said sitting on the stool. Finn look at her then reaches in. It was evening dress, tiara, stash, and his Boy Scout uniform. “ No, I’m not doing that. Mamma boy I’m doing that “ Finn said laughing. Camille flips off her sweat jacket. “ No, I remember you making me do mine and you doing yours it’s in the paper. You know the one we already gave last week. Come on. I go first “ Camille said holding onto her stuff. “ Where you even get this stuff. Cam God damn" Finn said. She smiled and point for him to turn around. He turns around in his stool and pops some music in his ears. After a few minutes, he turns around to see if she was done. Camille was bent pulling up her dress. He watches as she was getting ready. God Kevin was right. Her skin was smooth and tight even her birthmark was cute. Zipping up she flips her hair a bit and turns around. He tried to relax before he did anything else. Cursing at his pants as they grew tight. Camille walks over and sets up her camera for the interview. He watches her. He wanted to smile but he knew he couldn’t. She was the partner just a friend. “Your too cute” Camille said standing beside him. “ What” Finn asked jumping off his stool. “ The uniform it’s cute. So we did the voice-overs now we just gotta have fun with it. Any ideas" Camille said playing with her tiara. “ I got a few” Finn said with a smile.

She said no one will see it till Friday. Not even him. Nikkei was having extra fun planning his birthday bash. Kevin was talking up all the chicks he was inviting. “ I don’t know where we gonna have it at. I got into trouble for the last party. I guess breaking all grandma old crap wasn’t right “ Kevin said eating his apple. Nikkei rolls her eyes and giggle. “ I mean I can see if daddy gonna be home or out with his sugar baby. What about Saturday “ Nikkei asked. Finn looks out at the grass. She was on his mind. “ Yeah do whatever. My parents are having a thing Friday though" Finn said getting up. Nikkei look at Kevin then at Finn. “ Where are you going“ Nikkei says upset. “ Bathroom" Finn answered. He looks deep into the mirror and rushes cold water onto his face. Sitting on the floor he sighs and holds tight. Breathing slowly he slaps himself a few times. Ding Getting up he quickly bumped into someone. He grabs a few of the books and hands it to the person. “ Thanks” Camille said. Finn smiled and nod. “ Yeah welcome. Gotta go” Finn said and dart to his next class. Was it strange, yes but he couldn’t help himself he didn’t know what it was or wasn’t? Or probably it was the fact this year was ending and what would that mean for their friendship.

“ So plans for your birthday. Honey “ mom said folding clothes. Finn tosses his bag on the ground and hops on the king-size bed. She sat beside him and move his head onto her lap. “ You should not be doing this ma. Let me or dad do it “ Finn said. His mom rubs his back a bit. “ I promise myself something, Finn. When it’s time for me to go. I go on my time. No matter the pain. I wanna go when I’m ready. So plans” mom said rubbing his head now. He turns around and looks at her. “ I want to spend it with you. I guess maybe dad can come too” Finn said. His mom smiles and looks at him. He knew what she wanted. “ Surprise then it is" mom said. He smiled and got up to help fold things. Dad came a bit later from work then Finn went off to his room. He swings in his chair as he finished up his homework.

There was a knock waking Finn up from a nap he wasn’t planning on having. “You up. Finn “ a voice said from the other side. Finn slowly got up and wipe his mouth. “ No. Just finished up with homework “ Finn said opening a book to a random page. Dad walks in and looks around. “ Good work out there and around the house. Just wanna make sure alright “ Dad said looking at the trophies. Finn turned his chair around and look at him. “ Thanks, sir” Finn said standing up. He nods in agreement. His dad was a different strong one with no words. That when he speaks all you heard was pride strength and a bit beer. Looking back at a picture of the two he nodded again and walk out. Dad man of few words but always carry the world on his back.

Finn made it clear to himself he wasn’t going to tell Camille about his birthday. “ You got any plans this summer” Finn asked Camille as they sat watching a group. Camille glance at him then back at the group. “ Don’t know. Probably be sent off somewhere like any time I’m not in school. For the summer last year I was feeding and building houses for third world countries. You” Camille said softly. He got a bit closer to her and rest his head on the desk. “Summer practice . Hang with the boys make out with Nikkei. I and my two brothers and my dad go camping at the end of the summer. Summer is supposed to be fun Cam Cam” Finn said nudging his shoulder to hers. She got low and closer to him. “ What I have fun. I went to every museum in this state thank you. I know fun” Camille said with a smile. Finn turns to her shock as if what she said was the biggest nasty secret he ever heard. She rolled her eyes and toss a cookie. “How you know I’m hungry. Food whisper" Finn whispers into her ear. “Maybe I’m just the Finn whisper. You have lunch before me and you are always hungry. Now hush eats your cookies before we get into trouble “ she said tickling him. After class, he waited a bit for her. “ They were good today. We should probably practice. My house after practice. I can take you home after again if you want” Finn asked walking beside her. “ No. That’s alright. I meet you at your house. But I would like it if you drop me home though please “ Camille asked. He grabs at his backpack straps and nod yes. She gently touches his shoulder “Thank you “ she said and walk off. He was worried truly worried his time with her was ending whining down. He wasn't ready for that.

“ So I was thinking probably party. Few kegs, DJ like that techno kid, and lots of chics for your party" Kevin said tossing a ball up in the air. “ We should do something different. Oh, I got it. Bubble machine and I can wear the cute bikini I got. Good idea Finn” Nikkei said to him. Finn looks out to the rest of the classmates than to Nikkei. “ I wanna keep it open to the whole class. We always have the same people the same thing “ Finn said bored. “We look into that Becky" Nikkei said looking at Kevin. Finn sat back slowly mellowing out. Watching everyone put together his birthday party without really thinking. Is this what he wanted. All this time he didn’t want to tell Camille and now he wished she was the only one that knew.

Camille was right in the kitchen cooking and helping mom like so many times before. His dad in his same spot drinking a beer while watching sports. Holding her hand laughing and talking about whatever girly thing mom never was able to talk to with Finn. “Finn come you have to try this. Camille taught me a new dish” mom said to bring over a plate. Finn took it and ate the small nugget side treat. “ Good what is it” Finn said wiping his hands on his sleeve. “ I call it the Alaska roll. She wanted something new so I gave it to her. Your dad loves them “ Camille said pointing at the plate by dad. He smiled and grabbed her hand. “ Ma we got work to do. Do you mind if I take her for a little? Promise I bring her back in one piece“ Finn said walking out with Camille before she could answer.

They sat together on the bed facing each other. She probably is the only girl he never made out or had the attention to do anyway besides his mom in his room. Her posher was tall with strength and pride. She had a sweet floral scent. “ They were good today. I know we are going to be good just” Finn said trying not to pay attention to her scent. She nods in agreement. Unaware of the battle boy beside her was fighting. “ Your right we can practice but we should do something different. What about an audience. I think I see two lucky ones in the living room” Camille said with a gentle elegant smile. “I don’t know. I do sports in front of them but school stuff not sure. Cam” Finn said. Camille got closer and pat his back. “ Finn I’m being serious now. Your amazing it’s time you show them that. Can I tell you something “ Camille asked? He looks up at her and nods. “ I’m scared too. But your family is your family they love and will support you. If you can go in front of a crowd every so night plays a sport you love. In front of your friends your foes strangers. You can do this. I believe that and I guess you” Camille said still rubbing his back. He looks into her eyes and just smiled. “ Can we see the video” Finn asked. Getting up she held his hands. “ They can you maybe" Camille said then went off to ask them.

They were laying down watching a doctor show. “ Can we go over something with you mom and sir?” Finn asked. Camille slowly walks behind him and stood holding on to her computer and sheet. Mom coughs a bit. “ Yes” mom said standing up a bit. Finn looks back at her then at his mom. Camille passed out the paper as Finn started. She decided not to show him but both his parents were more than please, even his dad almost smiled. “ It was so good. Finn” mom said with a big smile looking at the work video. “It’s great. You did great Finn” dad said taking a sip of his beer. Cam looks at Finn then at his dad. Glancing at his watch Finn made an excuse to get out of there. Camille stops before getting out. “ So you know. You're great. Have to give yourself more credit. I hope you realize that. Finn. I hate being the only one. Well besides your family and Will “ Camille said with a smile. “ Same to you“ Finn said before turning back to the road. He stops before driving off. “ I wanna just tell you.... huh. Never mind good night” Finn said. She looks at him. She always could tell. Always.

It was finally the day. The day that took them weeks to prep. He couldn’t believe it was only weeks ago she wasn’t in his life. A time he barely can remember. Without her. Next to him. He wanted to focus on thinking about the future but now he could one thing to do.

Finn paces back and forth outside. Camille wasn’t nervous which made him more nervous. Don’t worry Finn! When all the things he could do was to worry. Games people anything but this. Was it the whole speaking in front of a class thing or the fact he wanted to do good for her. Camille walks up with ripped jeans and a plastic bag. “ Here tiger for you check them out” Camille said pulling one out. Finn dropped his bag and open up the shirt. It was a white t with #TruUBeU, their title of there subject. She waved her finger for him to turn it, his name. She pulled out another box. “What that “ Finn asked. Camille put it down. “ It’s for later. Ready to blow some socks off” Camille said walking in. They were last. Finn was nervous as they set up. Camille thought it is nice maybe even different if they set things different then it usually is done. He watches as she introduces them interacting with the class. Her space. She spoke in a way that made everyone feel special like it was only you and her. It works like lyrics to a song. All working together so perfectly. People were invested. Even the teacher was at the end of the seat. Then the video all brought everything together. By the end the whole class chant and clap their hands. Finn looks at her then at class. His hand intertwined with hers. Proud wasn’t the word he felt important. She left for the next class but not before she gave him the box.

Sitting on the hood of his car he took out the box. It was school colors with a fancy bow with a little card: 𝒯𝑜 𝐹𝒾𝓃𝓃𝑜. 𝒯𝑜𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝒶 𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝓌𝑒, 𝑜𝒻 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒, 𝒸𝑒𝓁𝑒𝒷𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝑔𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝓊𝒸𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒶𝓁𝓈𝑜 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓁 𝒹𝒶𝓎. 𝐻𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓎 𝐵𝒾𝓇𝓉𝒽𝒹𝒶𝓎 - 𝒞𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓁𝑒 𝒟𝒶𝓌𝓈𝑜𝓃

Inside was a jersey with Cox’s Ice Devils and a photo frame of him and his parents from the game. That night he celebrated with his parents everything was perfect. They enjoyed each other's company, gave gifts, and watch all the family videos from when he was young.

Dad and mom had a doctor's visit early Saturday which left the party that night. Everyone was hyped excited. Nikkei even text a few pictures of bikinis she was choosing to wear. By the time he arrived at the party, it had already started music bang from ear to ear. Drinks everywhere. Everyone having a good time. Everyone but him. He already got into another fight with Nikkei about her kissing some guy plus all his friends were drunk showing around the calendar. He sat down and watch everyone. Buzz buzz Grabbing his keys he left his party behind for some real fun.

“ Hey, you wanna hang today. Got somewhere fun I wanna take you” Finn asked Camille. She let her hand out the window and flow with the breeze. “ So where are we going, “ Camille asked looking out. He looks at her and smiled. “ You see” Finn said. They pulled up to a festival fair. Camille looks out at aw. “ I go every year. Well use to with my dad” Finn said opening the door for Camille. “ It’s cool. I wish I can say I have been before. Didn't you have a party or something tonight? Don’t you think they miss you” Camille asked? Looking at his phone he turns it off and tosses it into the car. “ Now I’m here with you and all these crazy rides and treats” Finn said taking Camille's hand and running inside.

They walk around to all the attractions and play games against each other. “ How long did you know" Finn said eating popcorn. Camille gave him some cotton candy for some popcorn. “ Your mom told me a few weeks ago. If you wanted to tell me I’m sure you would of“ Camille answered walking beside him. He smiled. “Can I ask you something?" Finn asked. Camille stops and looks at him. Her hair flow with the breeze. “ These weeks have been amazing. Like if I can spend every day like this I want to. Tell me there an after for us. After this. I’m hoping we can still be after this “ Finn said looking into her brown chocolate eyes. “ Yeah. You mean. We can still be friends... Wanna do the photo booth” Camille asked with a giggle going inside.

Finn sat beside her looking into her eyes. Today beginning to feel like the best day he ever had. “ No. I mean more. What if I want more. I did not want to say before but every day I feel like giving up. I felt everything was useless. But with you huh I get butterflies I feel there meaning” Finn said looking at her as he put money in. CLICK She was silent and look at the camera to smile. They started taking pictures smiling till he looks at her once again and stops. Bring his hand to hold her cheeks in each hand he reaches in and kisses her on the lips. CLICK Camille hold his face and kiss back deeper with a little tongue. It tastes like heaven felt like paradise. They drift off playing off with each other mouth with one another. “ Camille” he said muon into her mouth. CLICK She looked at him then move back coming off high that was their kiss. Breathing heavy. “ I shouldn’t you are. But" she said touching her lips looking away. Finn reaches closer and moves her hair to the side. “ Since the day she said your name. I knew. I know you feel it too. Tell me I’m wrong. AND I would never bring it up again. I’m not with her anymore. I don’t care. Cam. I think I want this with you” Finn said combing his fingers through her curls. She was speechless but her eyes answered. The doubt. “ I promise I won’t hurt you” Finn said kissing her again this time a bit more rough hungry. CLICK “ I promise Camille I won't ever leave you. You will never have to alone” Finn said with his forehead touching hers. He looks up into her eyes his hands never leaving her hair.

They hold hands as they rode the Ferris Wheels. Like they finally gave in all the tension that has been building up for weeks. Talking about plans they were gonna do over the summer together. Weeks they spend at each other house. Finn bringing her with him to the camp trip at the end of the summer. Her inviting him to Miami for a week with her. The future. Everything and then nothing. He was happy. More than that he was at peace. Their fingers intertwined with each other as they walk around the grounds. Other holding a few plush animals he won her. He never felt this with any girl before. She was light warmth his heart been missing. Camille stop and glance at her phone. She slowly let go of his hand and called someone. She whispers to the phone then look at Finn. “ We have to go” was all she said. Finn looks at her eyes they were full of joy and were now cold and silent like the dead of winter.

They got to the hospital just in time. Finn rushes past everyone and leaving Camille behind fighting back her tears. Praying they made it just in time. Finn sat by his mom's tears rolled down his face. “ I want to go knowing my baby happy. I know that I can leave you and you will be alright. I don’t want to be in pain anymore. I love you, Finn Edwards Cox. My boy my sun and my moon. I love you” she said holding tight to his hand. Finn wouldn’t leave her side even as the minutes roll to one.

With each call text, Finn stayed away. Alone to himself. Even when it came to the funeral he asks for Camille not to come. He couldn’t he won’t. In class, he wouldn’t answer her just pretend she wasn’t there. All he wanted was to be numb to forget.

It was the championship and he was different. Not the same as he was before. Was that for the better or worse. The locker room was empty just him and his thoughts. “ Did you hear we got an A. Best in the class. It was perfect. All thanks to you. How are you?” a soft voice said by the entrance. Finn pays the voice no mind. Camille walks in and stood in front of him. Her eyes were gentle. While he was raw full of anger and an unsettling mist. She went to grab his hand but he moves away. “ What do you want!” Finn snaps at her. Camille looks around then at him startled.“ I tried calling you. I tried everything. You shut me out. I promise we can make through this Finn. I can show you. Like I did when I lost my parents” Camille said trying to look at him. He pushed her away from this time firm. Making her almost fall back onto the ground. “Don’t you get it. Why are you so…” he stops and grabs at his hair “It was nothing. We are nothing you are fucking nothing...Your nothing. NOTHING but a fucking pathetic bastard of a joke. I mean how fucked up are you your parents had to die to leave you. God sends you back because he doesn’t want you either. Your only family rather be anywhere but with you. NOTHING but a GODLESS BITCH“ Finn shout out to her.

He turns his face from her. He couldn’t see it but he felt the pain. Standing right behind him she started to laugh. “ You not worthy. Oh yeah, say the words I see on my face every day. I was the one you went to Finn. You came to me. You told me how I made ... Freakin kiss me. Your looks can fade your friends are leeches those skills you hold so highly can’t be the answer all the time. But I show you a magic trick. Something so worthy. You won't ever see it coming. I disappear vanished you can look right at me but not see a thing. My name would be of gibberish ” she said softy holding back any emotion. He turns and she was gone. The crowd cheered out for him. He stops and looks once more than went out to the lights.

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jessahmewren · 5 years ago

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“Birthday Boy Seeking Party Guests” / Queen / Bohemian Rhapsody Fan Fiction

Summary: Tired of spending birthday’s alone, John posts an ad on Craigslist hoping to spice things up. Set in the 2000′s.

Rating E for Everyone be aware here be smut.

Pairing: Poly

Word count: 7,556

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John erased what he’d written for what seemed like the tenth time, squinting at the screen on his laptop. He cracked his knuckles, taking another sip of wine. The bottle was more than half gone, but he couldn’t be bothered to care. It was the weekend, and he was spending it, like every other weekend, alone in his flat browsing the internet.

The wine settled in his bones, making him feel warm and heavy and a bit giddy. He opened up the Word document where the Craigslist Personal’s ad he’d been fumbling over for the past half hour sat half written.

“I am a single male seeking three men for a one night stand at my flat. I have no other preferences other than that you be reasonably good looking and clean. I will send a headshot and directions when you send one.”

Wait. The fuck? That sounded really off and vain. No way should he be writing this while drunk. Or, he thought miserably, writing this period. But anyway.

“I am a single male seeking three men for a one night stand at my flat. I am fit and disease free; please be the same. Details to be follow.”

Was that better, he wondered? Worse?

“I’ve never done this before; I’m not weird or even kinky…just a normal guy wanting to have a good time for once on his birthday.”

There, he thought. That sounded nice and normal, not scary like some of the other ads (seriously, the one asking for the fart buddy was a little out there…). He copied the ad and, before he could chicken out, pasted it into the text box.

He titled the ad “Birthday Boy Seeking Party Guests” and hit submit before he could talk himself out of it.

John checked his Myspace briefly before closing the laptop. His cat, Gwyneth, coiled around his legs. He reached down to stroke her ginger fur. “Again, lovely? You’ve already had your dinner,” he cooed fondly. He reached for a bit of chicken from the fridge, leftovers from his own meal. “Just a snack, now.” The cat was an absolute unit, and he couldn’t afford her getting any fatter.

He put the wine glass in the sink, nodding off slightly as the water ran. Gwyneth waddled off to her cat bed, sniffing it delicately before she sank into the pillowy softness. John smiled at her as he switched off the light and shuffled off to his bedroom.

As he lay down beneath the covers, he thought of his little Craigslist ad, and smiled.

Freddie woke up early for once, silencing his alarm on his phone and stumbling to the teapot. He put the kettle on and grabbed a lemon strudel before settling on the couch and opening his laptop.

Craigslist was still open from the night before where he had entertained himself with reading the personal ads. It was one of his favorite past times late at night…sitting with a bag of crisps with his legs crossed reading some of those wacky adds. As his kettle hummed, he decided to scroll further down the page.

He landed on John’s ad, and something made him smile. “I’m not weird or even kinky…” Freddie laughed at that. Why yes you are darling, you’re asking for a foursome for your birthday! Still, his smile never faltered. He clicked on the user name and opened up his email program.

“Hi John, I’m Freddie. I AM weird and VERY kinky, and would love to come to your birthday party ;). I have attached a headshot. Cheers.”

He hit send and closed the laptop. His kettle was boiling by now and he poured himself a cuppa. He thought about the email he’d just sent and sighed. It wasn’t likely he was going to get a reply, and if he did, he was up for it. He hooked up regularly with no problems. This time was likely to be any different.

Brian cursed to himself. He was late and the computer labs at the university were always nearly full around lunch. He had a paper due in two hours. Maybe he could swing it.

He found one open kiosk in the corner and settled in front of it, plugging in his flashdrive. After an hour of typing, Brian closed the document and submitted it to his professor. One more paper, one more assignment closer to his PhD. He took a moment to relax and opened up his Hotmail.

After a few moments of aimless clicking and deleting, he opened one of his Craigslist notifications. Unfortunately, the amp he had wanted for his guitar was already sold. He clicked the link anyway, the website opening in a new window. He browsed the website a bit, eventually landing on the Personals section.

He entertained himself for a while, admittedly enjoying the sexier ads. And then he read John’s.

Something about it struck him as honest, and Brian could respect that. Brian considered the prospect of fucking three other guys, a little thrill running through him. What would that even be like?

He decided, like a good doctoral researcher, that he needed more information. He emailed John.

Roger was drunk (and maybe something else). His limbs were loose, and he couldn’t feel his lips. An easy euphoria fell over him, throbbing in his skull in time with the pulsing music and the girl riding his lap. The friends he’d come over with were somewhere else, but there were others here. So many people just walking around him as this girl fucked him right here on the sofa.

“Lay back baby,” She said as she rode him, steadily lifting herself off of him, the wet squelch of her tight heat lost to the music and the chaos of the open room. She was pretty in an odd way, Roger thought. His body felt like it was on fire, and he felt the involuntary response of his orgasm winding its way to completion.

He gasped, coming inside the condom as she giggled and contracted around him. He was panting hard, his heart racing. Whatever he had taken was too much, he thought, too much this time. He felt sick. He pawed at the girl as she chased her own climax, pushing her off just as she came, nibbling at his sweat-slick skin.

“Thanks for the fuck,” she said as she slid off him. She pulled up her panties under her skirt and wobbled away.

He sagged back against the couch where no one seemed to pay attention to him, feeling used. Tears stung his eyes, and then someone called his name.

“Hey Roger, you done fucking around? Come play this game with us.”

He raised his head, the whole room swimming. Gingerly, he made his way over to the small gathering. There were shots set up in front of a laptop. Greg, the leader of the group, pushed Roger down in a chair.

“It’s youngest against oldest, and Rog, you’re the youngest. Whoever does the least amount of shots has to answer one of these Craigslist Personals ads. I’ve put them all in a random name generator so it’s totally fair.”

Roger felt sick. He knew he’d had too much to drink already, and there was no way he would win. He stared the other man down anyway.

Greg counted them out. “On your mark, get set, go!”

Roger started downing shots until he declared he’d had enough. He was nearly blackout drunk when they pulled the virtual lever on the random name generator. The ad title that came up was “Birthday Boy Seeking Party Guests.”

Roger was passed out on the couch when Greg sent the email to John along with a fetching photo of Roger smiling with friends while wearing his favorite sunglasses. Greg was sure to add, “you can’t tell, but my eyes are blue ;).”

John forgot about his little ad until the following evening, when he was coming home from the repair shop and remembered that he should probably check his email. He picked up dinner, fed Gwyneth and did just that, deleting the spam and adverts and noticing, to his surprise, several emails from Craigslist users.

He omitted some right away…not on a superficial bases, but just based on how they sounded. Bossy, arrogant, or their emails gave out a creepy vibe. The next one he clicked on was a bloke named Freddie.

“I AM weird AND kinky…” John laughed at that. That was mild compared to some of the other things he’d been told. It was rather endearing, actually. As the pic took forever to load, he thought Freddie might be interesting to get to know.

Then the pic finally opened and John’s mouth flew open.

Black, lustrous, shoulder-length hair framing the most stunning face…tan skin stretched over sharp cheekbones and jawline and those piercing brown kohl-lined eyes. He was easily the most exotic person John had ever laid eyes on. He was immediately attracted to him.

John hit reply and began typing. “I love your headshot. This may be a little forward, but would you like to come celebrate my birthday with me? You would be my first guest :).”

He gave him the time and place, included a headshot, and hit send, hoping for the best.

The next email was a bit longer and more thoughtful but just as intriguing.

“Hi there. My name is Brian. I am a college student getting my PhD. I saw your ad on Craigslist and I must say I am intrigued. I have never done anything like this, either. I would be interested in helping you celebrate your birthday if you provide a safe, clean environment in which to do so. Please provide photos of your flat.” Thanks –Bri”

John smiled. How considerate to think of a safe environment. Bri was definitely getting an email. He replied to Brian and included photos of his living room, kitchen, and bedroom (he left the bathroom out for reasons). Thankfully he had just tidied up. He also included a headshot.

The next email that caught his eye was from Roger. When the pic loaded, he was stunned to find a beautiful blond man with a winning smile standing in a group of friends.

“Hi! My name is Roger. I saw your ad on Craigslist. You can count me in! Just send me the time and place. Also, you can’t tell, but my eyes are blue ;).”

John smiled at his enthusiasm. He attached a headshot, gave him the details and hoped he would hear a little more from him.

John switched over to his Myspace and made a post for the first time in a long time. “Happy for new adventures,” it said with a sticker. And for the first time in a long time, he was.

Freddie was late, and he had just enough time for tea and maybe to check his email before he was needed at Splash, the high-end fashion boutique where he worked. He scrolled through his messages on his phone, reading a few replies, when one from Craigslist user John caught his eye.

“I love your headshot. This may be a little forward…”

Freddie smiled at that.

The pic finally loaded, and Freddie’s mouth watered at the sweet sight. A young man, early twenties, long brown hair, lovely green eyes, and the sweetest smile stared back at him. There were secrets in that smile, he thought, and Freddie wanted to find them out.

So Freddie had a date with not one but three other gents. He better get to work so he could find himself something new to wear.

“I want a double mocha latte, no whip, no drizzle, but soy sub on the milk,” the customer spouted off dryly, and Brian just nodded. He’d been working as a barista at Starbucks to help pay his way through college, and while things could get a little crazy, he mostly liked it. “No problem,” he said as he tried to smile. “Name please?”

The teenage girl grinned. “Princess of the Universe.” Brian’s face fell. “Alright miss I’ll try to fit that on the cup,” he muttered as he turned to make her coffee.

At his next break, he sat in the back and played Angry Birds on his phone until his email notifications pinged. John from Craigslist had written him back.

“Hi Bri! This is John. I really enjoyed your email and appreciate you thinking to ask about a safe environment. That is really important and is honestly something I would do. I have included the requested pictures of my flat. Thankfully I had just tidied up (haha).

The flat was neat and clean. Very homey. There was a fat orange cat nestled on the couch in one of the pics, and it made Brian smile. The headshot John had sent was of John in profile, looking out a window. His green eyes were luminous in the sunlight, and his long brown hair was pulled back over his shoulder. There was a slight smile on his face.

Brian hummed as he looked at it, eyes going over the smooth skin of the young man’s neck and where that skin stretched over the juncture of his jaw and cheek. He was lovely.

“Brian! You’ve got customers!”

Brian muttered a curse to himself.

“I’d very much like to attend,” Brian found himself typing. “Send me the details.”

His head was pounding, and the afternoon light of his bedroom hurt his eyes. Those were Roger’s first cognizant thoughts as he gradually returned to wakefulness after coming home last night and passing out on top of his sheets.

He doesn’t remember coming home, really, or how he got home. But he assumed Greg and his friends dumped him off here after he woke up on their couch.

It didn’t matter, not really. He stumbled home like this a few times a week and he invariably always recovered.

Roger peeled himself off the mattress, dragging himself into the bathroom to splash some water on his face. He endured the light so he wouldn’t miss the toilet, and when he passed the mirror, he paused.

There were dark circles under his bloodshot eyes. His face was puffy, his hair in disarray. He looked older somehow, and he swore under his breath. Shit had to get better than this.

He peeled off last night’s clothes and stepped into the shower, letting the hot spray wash off the filth and sketchy memories. Stepping out of the shower, he toweled off and put on a pair of sweats. He had a few hours before he had to be at his bartending job at a local nightclub, so he decided to forego the tea and head straight for the coffee.

He settled into the couch, letting the weariness leech from his boned into the cushions. Sipping his coffee, he checked his email, frowning when he got a notification from Craigslist.

“What the hell,” he muttered to himself, opening the email to find the top half of a picture loading.

It was a young man with soft green eyes crinkled at the edges, a wide smile and long brown hair. Something caught in his chest, something warm and fluttery, as he looked at it.

The email was underneath.

“Hello Roger! I’m John. I’m excited that you want to attend my birthday party. You’re my third guest, so that makes four of us, lol ;). I’m sending you the date and time below along with directions to my flat. I can’t wait to meet you in person. :).”

What the actual FUCK.

And suddenly it all came flooding back. The shot game, the lost bet. Roger’s heart sped up. Was he going to a foursome? Were they all dudes? His mouth went dry. While Roger had always been attracted to men, he had never actually slept with one. He swallowed. Could he actually do this?

FUCK.

There was no Emily Post etiquette guide for hosting a foursome, so John decided to wing it.

As he stared down into the homemade pasta sauce, he reasoned that food was a good move. Food brought people together, and togetherness brought sex. John smiled, satisfied with his ingenious if rather simplistic reasoning. He stirred the sauce, pausing before adding the browned ground beef. What were the odds that one of them was a vegetarian? He shrugged and dumped it in. Not too high.

The doorbell rang and John nearly jumped out of his skin. It was 6:05, and his guests weren’t due until 6:30. He frowned, turning the burner on low and moving to the peephole.

There, on the other side, was the same face he’d viewed in the email, only in living color. The sharp cheek bones, the elegant nose, the kohl lined eyes. John couldn’t get the door open fast enough.

“Freddie,” he almost breathed. His heart was beating fast and he self-consciously smoothed the hair around his face.

Freddie’s eyes flicked down to his chest, then back up to his face before he smiled, stepped into his space and smoothly kissed him, steadying his chin with the tips of his fingers.

John returned the kiss before breaking away, sputtering a little before getting his bearings. “Do you…do you always greet strangers like that?”

Freddie laughed smoothly. “No, silly.” He looked down, then back up at him, one neatly trimmed eyebrow cocked slightly. “But I’m excellent at following instructions.”

John flushed, remembering his ‘Kiss the Cook’ apron, and ushered him inside. “Um, can I get you something to drink?”

“I dunno, can you?” Freddie said smoothly as he walked through the living room of John’s flat, taking in every detail. He was impeccably dressed, John thought as he tracked him through the space. He stirred the sauce, leaving it to simmer and reached for a bottle of red wine, pouring Freddie a glass.

He handed it to the man who took it gratefully. “Something smells yummy. You didn’t have to cook, darling.”

John smiled, flushing at the epithet. “It’s just pasta. It’s nothing.”

Freddie settled on the couch, balancing the wine glass on his knee. “I hope you don’t mind that I arrived a little early. I always arrive early to these sorts of things. It keeps me safe.”

John nodded. “That’s smart actually. I don’t mind at all. I’m just glad you came.”

Freddie waggled his eyebrows over his wine glass. “I always come.”

John’s blush deepened, and Freddie laughed.

“I can’t help myself, darling, you’re just so damn cute when you do that.”

John lowered his glass. “Do what?”

“Blush like that. It’s precious.”

The two of them sat there for a few moments when Gwyneth took that opportunity to rub against Freddie’s leg.

“What a baby!”

John laughed as Gwyneth stretched and meowed, looking up at Freddie with affection. “I think she likes you.”

Freddie cooed and scratched her head. “I think I’m in love.”

When Brian arrived, John was busy straining the pasta, so Freddie got the door.

“Hello, darling,” he said brightly.

Brian looked at Freddie blankly. “You’re not John.”

“Come on in!” John called from the kitchen, and Brian side-stepped the man at the door a little nervously to meet the man in the kitchen.

“Um, sorry darling, but as I was about to say, “I’m Freddie.”

Brian looked down at the enigmatic man who had a delicate hand stuck out for him to shake. He took it.

Brian pressed his lips together. “Sorry about that earlier. I uh…I was just expecting John.”

Freddie patted his arm. “It’s alright love. We’re all a little jumpy. Just meeting and all that. But John is lovely. He even cooked.”

John appeared behind Brian, a dish towel over his shoulder. “Hello,” he said. “I’m John.”

Brian shook his hand, noticing the calloused fingers. The young man was trim in figure-hugging jeans and a crisp blue shirt that brought out the green in his eyes. Brian swallowed hard.

“Brian,” he said a little thinly.

John smiled, and it went straight to his gut. “I hope you like pasta Brian.” He walked to the counter and poured him a glass of wine.

Brian took it from him. “I do actually. Just no meat sauce. I’m a vegetarian.”

John looked horrified. “Fuckity fuck,” John he said allowed. “How about a salad?”

Freddie howled with laughter, the outburst so loud it scared Gwyneth under the couch. Brian just smiled softly, laying a hand on John’s shoulder. “That actually sounds lovely John.”

Brian made his way to the couch, followed closely by Freddie. The other man was observing him very keenly, taking in the softly curling hair and the sharp nose framing the delicate face. Brian was dressed very casually compared to Freddie, but he was no slouch. His neat jeans and tan blazer suited his slim physique very well.

John stared at the clock. It was crowding seven now, and Roger was nowhere to be found. A little pang of worry stabbed at his heart. It was possible that he might not show, and that was fine, but he was certainly looking forward to meeting him. He thought of the blue eyes the photo had hidden that he would never get to see.

Instead of worrying, he busied himself with plating the pasta and salads. Brian met him in the kitchen, setting his wine glass down. “Let me give you a hand, John.” His smile was genuine and warm, and John found that he liked it very much.

With two working it took half the time, and everyone had their food. Freddie looked around at the empty place setting and frowned. “Where’s number four?”

John worried his lip. “I don’t really know,” he said honestly. “I’m sure he’ll make it.”

Freddie smiled sympathetically. “Sometimes they don’t love. Nerves and all.”

Almost on cue, there came a tentative knock at the door. John stood a little too fast before settling himself down enough to answer it. He knew before looking through the peephole who it was.

Roger was dressed in a fashionable leather jacket and matching pants that hugged his figure. His trademark sunglasses were in the collar of his frayed t-shirt, no doubt purchased that way. His hair was messy-chic. John couldn’t stop staring at him until those blue eyes popped up to meet his. “You’re John?”

“Y-yeah,” he stammered out. “Nice to meet you Roger.” Roger shook it rather limply as he breezed into the living room, not giving John more than a glance. He stiffened when he heard voices from the kitchen.

“There you are!” Freddie called out to him. “Thought this was going to be a threesome. And while that’s still lovely, I do hate it when plans change,” he pouted.

Roger turned rather haltingly to face the other two men who had been eating and chatting, getting to know one another. Brian pointed to the open seat at the table, and Roger took it.

“Mind if I smoke John?”

John liked his voice…soft but still masculine. It made his stomach flutter. And while he smoked, he usually didn’t smoke inside because of Gwyneth. But he supposed—

“That’s fine,” John finally said. He watched as the fire from the lighter illuminated his fine features; he was certainly very beautiful, this Roger.

“I made dinner,” John offered, hoping to start a conversation with the man who had said very little since he arrived.

“Not hungry mate. Thanks though.”

John frowned a little, and Freddie cleared his throat.

“Well I’m Freddie, and this is Brian,” the ever talkative Freddie began with the introductions.

“Roger,” the newcomer mumbled around his cigarette.

They resumed eating and things grew quiet and bit awkward as Roger sat there smoking while everyone ate. He was very closed off, like he didn’t want to be there. John would need to get to the bottom of it if things progressed.

“Now that we’re all here, I’m a true bottom,” Freddie said matter-of-factly, “so I hope there are some tops among us.”

John nearly choked on his penne, and Brian had to pat him on the back, a fond smile on his face. “It doesn’t matter to me either way,” Brian said, his face growing hot.

“Me neither,” John said quietly.

Roger took a bored drag on his cigarette. “Top,” he muttered.

Freddie’s eyes grew wide. “Really…”

Roger snapped his gaze Freddie’s way. “Yeah, that’s right. Is that so hard to believe, you wanker?”

Freddie put his hands up in defense. “No reason to be nasty, love. Just took me by surprise is all. You just give off…bottomy vibes.”

Roger stubbed out his cigarette in his empty plate. “What the FUCK is that supposed to mean?”

Freddie rolled his eyes. “Nothing darling. Forget it.”

Roger had stood, fists balled at his hips, and he was gyrating with anger. John and Brian were looking on, wide-eyed, wondering where all of this would go.

Until Freddie stood and hugged the man.

Roger relaxed into his grip, his head dropping to his shoulder. He sighed, arms relaxing at his sides.

“Darling, it’s alright,” Freddie soothed against him. “It’s all alright now.”

And when Freddie pulled away, he kissed him softly on the lips.

Roger hummed in surprise before relenting into the kiss, letting his mouth go pliant against the other man’s and enjoying the faint hint of tomato sauce and chapstick on his tongue. When Freddie released him, he sighed.

“Why—why did you do that?”

Freddie reached up to thumb at his chin. “Darling, you looked like you needed it. When’s the last time someone hugged you?”

Roger’s eyes stung with oncoming tears, but he willed them back down. His lack of an answer was enough for Freddie.

“Let us take care of you tonight,” he said sweetly. “Show you true affection. Make you feel good.”

“Yeah,” Roger found himself saying. It sounded so nice, after all, to be truly wanted and cared for, if only for the night.

Brian and John were beside them now, and John leaned in and lay a hand on Roger’s arm. “Are we ok?”

Roger nodded, feeling much more at ease. “Yeah, everything is fine.”

John smiled. “Let’s clean up, yeah? Then maybe we can move this into the bedroom.”

“You uh…You mind if I just watch for a while?”

Roger had gotten his shirt off, and then nerves had taken over. Freddie was on all fours, moaning into John’s talented fingers as he opened him up, his heavy cock straining with need.

John shot him a smile. “Sure love. Do what you’re comfortable with,” he said as he punched another moan out of Freddie, twisting those fingers inside of his tight walls.

Roger eased off the bed before a hand grabbed him. “Hey,” Brian said, hazel eyes soft with lust.

Roger swallowed, the tall man’s kind smile making him feel instantly at ease.

He smiled, his heartrate going down a bit.

“Where are you off to?” Brian answered innocently. He was crowding his space, the bare skin of his chest now flush with his as he bent his head to nose at his hair.

“That chair in the corner,” Roger said softly. “I was gonna watch.”

Brian placed a little kiss to his hair. “Not gonna play?”

Roger’s throat was dry, and he was straining in his trousers. “Not right now,” he trailed off.

Brian kissed further down the side of his face. “Pity,” he said as his hands traveled over Rogers bum.

“You ever had a really good blowjob, Roger? One that makes you feel like you’re exploding into a billion stars?” Brian finally reached his mouth and locked lips with him, his tongue curling around his, kissing him so deeply it stole Roger’s breath.

Roger moaned in spite of himself, leaning into Brian’s touch. Brian released him, never breaking eye-contact. “Well, have you?”

He answered him truthfully. “I guess not,” he said a little breathlessly.

Brian smiled. “That’s what I was hoping you would say.”

“Can you take a fourth finger baby?” Freddie just moaned, gripping the sheets as he tossed his head back. John slid it in, delighting in the way Freddie just fluttered around him, drawing him in like he was born to take it. He worked his fingers in and out of him, hitting his prostate to make him moan. The sound of Brian going down on Roger was in his ears and it home to John that this foursome dream of his was really happening, this little birthday fantasy of his was real.

John pressed kisses into Freddie’s neck, making sure his fingers kept up a steady pressure. Freddie just moaned—he was so vocal—and thrust his hips up to meet his fingers.

“Need your cock,” he finally breathed. “Give it to me John.”

Roger shivered as Brian circled the head of his cock with his tongue, licking the slit before descending on him again. Brian took him all the way to the base, his nose buried in the dark blond hair there, Roger’s hot length stretching his throat with every bob of his head.

Above him, Roger was coming undone. He was making little keening sounds as Brian played with his balls while sucking him off, moaning and sputtering that he wouldn’t last long. It didn’t matter to Brian. He loved this.

The man grabbed a handful of his hair just before coming hot and full down his throat, his back arching prettily. Brian swallowed him down, finally pulling off him when he was sure he was finished.

Brian dabbed at his mouth as Roger looked at him with a little bit of awe.

“You good?” he asked Roger as he sat back on his knees, smiling up at him.

“Incredible,” Roger sighed. “That was better than X.”

Brian frowned. “X?”

“Ecstasy? The party drug?” Roger looked perplexed that the man had never heard of it.

He dug in his pocket and produced a little baggie and handed it to Brian, who pushed it away.

“Sorry mate, but I’m not down for that. Brian looked nervously over his shoulder. John doesn’t look the type either, so I’d put that away if I were you.”

Roger stuffed the baggie of pills back into his pocket. “Do I look like the type?” he said as he zipped up his fly.

Brian just sat there, thinking.

Freddie had one hand on his leaking cock, stroking it in rhythm to John’s thrusts. His head was pressed into the mattress, and he was having the time of his life.

“Harder John. Fuck me harder babe. Like you mean it!”

John loved how vocal Freddie had been to begin with, but now he was being outright bratty. John hitched Freddie’s hips higher, angling them so he could aim directly at his prostate. Freddie’s body was slicked with sweat as was his own, so maneuvering them was no easy feat. He pulled out of Freddie and then slammed back down again.

“God yes that’s it lover,” Freddie mumbled into the sheets as he set up a blistering pace, wet flesh slapping against each other as he John chased his release. Freddie was furiously stroking himself, so it wouldn’t be long for him. Through Freddie’s plaintive, sharp moans, he could feel the crest of his orgasm stop right at the edge. He tightened his grip on Freddie, emptying into the condom as wave after wave of pleasure gripped him. Somewhere through the fog he heard Freddie come right after.

Brian followed Roger into living room, where he was trying to collect his things. “You’re leaving?”

Roger turned on Brian, his hands on his hips. “I don’t have much choice, now do I?”

Brian shrugged. “You always have a choice.”

“I don’t belong here,” Roger said, shaking his head. “I’m not even gay.”

Brian’s eyes widened. “Are you sure about that?”

Roger shook his head, withdrawing the little baggie of pills. “Ah fuck it,” he said as he poured a few in his hand.

Brian approached him slowly. “I can’t let you do that, Roger. Take those pills. Not on my watch.”

Roger clutched the pills in his hand tightly to his chest. “What the fuck do you care, Brian? You’re just some guy who blew me off. You don’t know me?” He was vibrating with rage, his eyes wide. “You don’t own me!”

Brian shook his head. “Listen to yourself. You sound like a child. We’re talking about drugs, here, Roger. You could seriously hurt yourself.”

“Yeah well, I hope I do,” He spat.

Brian had no choice. “John! Freddie! I need you in here!”

The two of them came rushing in, John in a robe and Freddie struggling into pants. “Brian, what’s wrong?”

“Roger has drugs,” Brian got out quickly. “Ecstasy. He’s about to take some.”

Freddie stepped forward between them. “Oh darling that shit is hell on you. You don’t want to do that. Tell me what’s up.”

Roger relaxed a little. “Nothing,” he whispered. The pills were sweating and melting in his hand. “I just needed to get out of my head for a little while.”

John was watching the proceedings, trying not to panic. No way did he want drugs in his house, but he also didn’t want to see Roger hurt.

Freddie nodded. “I so understand that love. That’s why I hook up a lot. Sex helps me forget some nasty things in my past and some things that are going on in my daily you know? It’s a nice escape. Plus it’s legal and it doesn’t hurt me as long as I’m safe.”

Roger’s hand relaxed a little on the pills. “Yeah that makes sense,” he conceded. “I’m glad you have that.”

Freddie nodded again, getting close enough to Roger to smooth some of the hair that hung around his face behind his ear. Roger seemed to lean into his touch. “Did you enjoy your time with Brian, him? Freddie couldn’t keep the wicked smile from his face. “Sure sounded liked you did.”

Roger smiled then. “Yeah it was really nice.”

“I bet. Might have to see how nice it is, huh Brian?” Freddie said as he threw a wink over his shoulder at Brian who just laughed at him, shaking his head.

Freddie grabbed Roger’s hand. “Give me these darling…they’re all melted now, anyway. Come have some fun with us instead.”

Roger’s lips were dry as Freddie pried the pills from his grip. “I’ve never…I’ve never been with a man,” he admitted.

“A virgin?!” Freddie gasped, “Oh our boy’s a virgin…we’ll have to take extra special care of him won’t we boys?”

Freddie discreetly handed off the baggie of pills and the few tablets to John who promptly went into the bathroom to flush them.

“Yes,” he said as he stroked his face. “We’ll take extra good care of you love. You won’t have to worry about a thing.”

Brian stroked the young man’s face as John worked on the fly of his dark jeans, easing them down his hips. His cock sprung free…no pants underneath, and John smiled, stroking him lightly. Freddie hummed, squeezing Brian’s buttocks as he wrapped an arm around his waist.

“You sure you’re ok with this Roger?” John’s voice was husky with want, his eyes flicking up briefly from the young man’s cock to his blue eyes where they looked down at him expectantly.

“Yes,” Roger said, leaning into Brian’s hand on his face, his eyes fluttering closed. “I want this.”

Freddie smiled, tightening his arms around Brian. They walked Roger back until his legs touched the bed. He sat down, easing onto the soft comforter while they helped him scoot back. Brian was between his legs in an instant, easing between his thighs to skate his hands along his chest and arms while Freddie cradled his head in his lap. Roger’s eyes were wide, his lips slightly parted in a pretty bow, and John bent to kiss them, unable to help himself.

Roger sighed, giving himself over to the kiss, letting his tongue dart out to meet John’s as his arms strained against Freddie hands. At some point, the dark-haired man had pressed his arms down into the mattress.

Roger panicked for a split second, then the thrill of the restraint sank into his bones, and he truly felt free.

“That’s it baby,” Freddie soothed, “Just let go and let us take over.” Roger stared up into the man’s soft brown eyes, feeling a strange sense of peace.

Brian was making slow circles on his hip, thumbing the sensitive skin there. “Roger,” he said softly. “Do you want to top?” His hazel eyes bore into his. “It’s your first time. It’s easier that way.”

Roger worried his lip. “No,” he said firmly. “I want to do it like Freddie did.”

Freddie smirked a little, still stroking his hair. “I knew it. He’s a natural bottom.”

John giggled a little, tossing Brian the lube. “Open him up nice and slow Brian. Your fingers are slender.”

John crawled over to Freddie, pulling his head up and kissing him firmly. Freddie groaned into John’s mouth, letting his hand slide up his chest. “Up for round two love?”

John just hummed. “Maybe. Maybe not. On your knees, True Bottom.” John pushed Freddie down on his knees, smacking his bum on the way down. Freddie fell forward, grunting as he hit the mattress, landing on all fours.

He shivered as John climbed up behind him. He could feel his warm breath on the back of his thigh, whispering over his bum as John’s hands settled there. He parted his cheeks, and Freddie hardly had time to catch his breath before John had licked a hot strip up the cleft of his buttocks.

“Fuck!” Freddie cried out, his whole body jerking under John’s mouth. John smiled against him, and Freddie felt the wry grin against his skin.

Brian eased a pillow beneath Roger’s hips, watching Roger for any sign of discomfort. He betrayed none; he seemed as relaxed as he did when Freddie was cradling his head. Indeed, Freddie had now clasped the blond’s hand while being eaten out, a look of sheet bliss on his face, and Roger gripped it tightly.

“We’re going to do this very slowly, Roger. It will feel different at first, but then it will feel good, ok?”

Roger nodded his head, taking in a breath.

Brian tutted. “Don’t hold your breath love. Blow it out for me. Just try to relax, ok? I’m not going to hurt you.”

Brian smiled at him, and Roger returned it. Brian had the sweetest, most genuine smile, and while he didn’t really know the man, he knew instinctively that he could trust him.

He warmed the lube in is fingers before circling Roger’s entrance with smooth, calculated movements, relaxing the tight muscle. He pushed one in, and Roger jumped a little.

“How does that feel Roger? Talk to me.”

“Different,” he breathed. “Not bad.”

Brian smiled. He began working the finger in and out of Roger rhythmically until he felt Roger relax around him, then he added a second.

Roger jerked, a little half-moan escaping his lips. Brian cocked an eyebrow. “Is that better?”

“Y-yeah,” Roger stammered. “It’s ok.”

Brian aimed for his prostate, finding the little bundle of nerves in moments, and Roger nearly folded in half. “Just ok?”

Roger was panting, a fine sweat on his brow, and he unconsciously thrust onto Brian’s fingers. “So good,” he said, his grip on Freddie’s hand tightening.

Freddie preened. “Look at you baby boy—ahh—taking those fingers so well. I knew you could do it.”

Freddie looked ruined, very near coming, and the sounds coming from John were bordering on obscene. Roger couldn’t see him, but whatever he was doing to Freddie it sounded like he was enjoying it.

Brian twisted the fingers against him, making him writhe and squirm, until he added a third.

Roger winced at the sting, the stretch of a third finger, but Brian was gentle in coaxing him open. He was leaned over him, planting little kisses on his collarbone, his throat, and finally smothering his moans with his own mouth. It all felt so intimate, not at all like his drug-fueled shags. Tears began to spring in his eyes.

Brian noticed immediately. “Roger, am I hurting you? He lost the fingers immediately. “Talk to me, Roger.”

“No,” Roger choked out. “Give me more please.”

John laughed as he was helping Freddie clean up. “You’ve got him begging Brian. So beautiful for us.”

The fingers returned, a little rougher this time, a little more insistent. Roger’s legs were open wide and he was almost swallowing Brian’s hand.

“You’re ready, gorgeous. I think my work here is done.” Brian withdrew his hand, wiping it on his thigh, and met John in the middle of the bed. He kissed him deeply. “You have him nice and open for me?” Brian murmured softly.

John nodded. “He’s all yours. I bet you can get him to come again.”

Brian squeezed John’s arm, locking eyes with him. “Be gentle with Roger.”

John blinked up at him. “Of course Bri,” he said, using his sign off from his email. “I wouldn’t dream of hurting him.”

Brian smiled. “I know.”

John crawled over to Roger, who was still red-faced, his chest heaving. He leaned over him, giving him a tender kiss. “Hello love. Don’t you look ravishing like this?”

John cradled his face in his hand, then trailed it down his chest to tease at a nipple. “I’m going to take good care of you, yeah?”

Roger only nodded, his eyes half-lidded, lips kiss-swollen and irresistible.

John slid on a condom, coating it with lube. He pressed against Roger’s open entrance, letting his cockhead push at the rim. He looked up at Roger. “We don’t have to do this. It’s up to you.”

Roger shook his head. “I want it,” he said throwing his back into the pillow. “Give it to me.”

John pushed gently inside, watching Roger’s intake of breath, is fluttering eyelids at the sudden onslaught of being filled. He gave him a moment to adjust, the vice-like grip of him around him, hot and incredibly tight driving him mad with the need to move.

“I’m ok,” Roger said finally. “Go ahead.”

He had one arm over his face and his lip between his teeth, but for his first time he was taking cock so well. John basically made love to him…slow, measured strokes, his face buried in his shoulder and his hips undulating over his. He had one hand on Roger’s cock, slowly stroking it in time with his thrusts.

Then Roger started kissing him…hungry, desperate kisses that made the fire rise in his blood. That, coupled with the feeling of how bloody close they were, their bodies nearly fused together, made John want to give it to him just a little harder.

“Hitch your legs around me baby. Come on, that’s it.” John increased his pace, and little whines started coming from the back of Roger’s throat.

“You doing ok?”

Roger nodded furiously. “Gonna come,” he managed.

Freddie and Brian rolled over close to the couple, Freddie taking over for John by working Roger’s cock, and Brian sweeping the hair back from John’s neck and placing an encouraging kiss there.

John could feel his own orgasm building, a tightly packed explosion of euphoria ready to burst at any moment. It was finally punched out of him when Roger looked up at him with those blue eyes and said “Just let go…” He had been the one who had been so careful with him, but it finally took permission from Roger for him to get release.

With Freddie’s help, Roger came right after.

The four of them lay beautifully spent, bodies sweating and coming down from their highs. Roger lit a cigarette and shared it with Freddie.

“We never cut the birthday cake,” John mused.

Brian laughed. “What time is it?”

Someone looked at their phone. “10:20.”

Roger smiled. “Well, it’s still your birthday.”

John laughed. “Indeed it is. Who’s up for some post-coital cake?”

Freddie grimaced. “That does not sound right.”

They all tumbled out of bed toward the kitchen where John dished up the plates and began serving cake.

John flushed. “Um, before you go, you’re free to use the shower. Freshen up a bit if you like. Or, you could stay over…”

Something flashed in their eyes, and they all shared a look.

“I’m actually off tomorrow,” Freddie said.

“I don’t work until nighttime,” Roger added.

“My shift at the coffee shop doesn’t start until ten,” Brian replied.

John brightened. “Well, that’s great! I mean, I wouldn’t want you traveling so late and all. Let’s take our cake back to bed, shall we?”

John gathered up the plates and began to traipse back to the bedroom, but as soon as he got out of sight, Freddie grabbed a piece of paper and put his phone number on it, then gave it to Brian and then Roger and let them do the same. At the bottom, he wrote “Happy Birthday” with a heart and stuck it on the fridge for John to find later. Then, all three of them followed John back into the bedroom to finish their cake.

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Jennifer Walters x Thundra One-Shot (Smut at the end)

Jen let out a groan and placed her phone on her desk face down. “I want to say this in the most respectful way as possible, I hate men,” Jen said as Bradley, her amazing, wonderful, gay assistant, entered the room.

“What happened?” Bradley asked handing her her coffee.

“Dick pic,” Jen said, “but just, in general, why does it feel like a chore to try and date?”

Bradley leaned on the wall thoughtfully. “Datings just tough,” he said.

“I’ve been in like one decent relationship in my whole life,” Jen scoffed leaning her head onto her hand. “One!”

“What was different about that relationship?” Bradley asked sitting down in one of the seats she used for clients.

Jen shrugged her shoulders listlessly. “He was kind of unbelievably perfect,” she said quietly, “Now no one seems to measure up so dating feels pointless.”

“You’ve been with a lot of guys, but you haven’t dated a lot of them have you?” Bradley commented.

Jen sighed. “Relationships just don’t work out,” she mumbled, “They didn’t before Wyatt too.”

Bradley ran his fingers through his hair having a thought that maybe he shouldn’t share with his boss, but he swallowed and share it anyways. “Maybe you’re using Wyatt as a measurement so that you’ll never find a man quite as great as him?” he said.

Jen’s brow furrowed. “Explain,” she sitting up.

“So, uh, Wyatt was the perfect man, but things didn’t work out between you, but you still see him as the best guy you’ve ever been with and your only successful relationship. He’s like this perfect man and no one else is as perfect as him so you don’t put in work unless a man is as up to his unbelievable standard and that ends up limiting you from basically every man ever,” Bradley said.

Jen stared at him for a while. “Why would I do that?” she asked as her stomach sunk. She knew why, but she asked anyway.

“Maybe you aren’t attracted to guys?” Bradley suggested quietly. “I know some places you can get resources to help navigate this kind of stuff. It could be that you haven’t met the right guy but maybe not. It doesn’t hurt to read up on why you might be feeling this way.”

Jen was quiet, and her head was spinning. Her brain was going one hundred miles per hour on about nothing and everything. Her office phone rang, and Bradley hurried off to answer it, leaving her to her jumbled thoughts.

“I’m attracted to men,” Jen mumbled, but her words didn’t comfort her. They felt fake on her lips like a lie she had been carry on with for way too long.

Jennifer’s muscles strained under the subway ceiling collapsing in on her. She was the only thing between her and the people with her being crushed. “Move,” she shouted at them.

When everyone was away from the area she was holding up, she allowed the ceiling to push her down to her knees. She hoped someone would come and get her soon, but the longer she held the crumbling ceiling up the more worried that she would have to dig her way out she became.

“Can you give Atlas a break from holding up the world while I set these up?”

Jen strained to look over and saw Amadeus Cho and Hercules holding braces of some kind.

“Never a lovelier Titan was I tasked with helping,” Hercules said going to Jennifer’s side.

“Herc, you beautiful, Greek god, you,” Jen said as he took some of the load from her weary arms.

“It was my idea,” Amadeus said placing down whatever these braces were and pressing a button.

“Nice to see you too, Chulkie,” Jen said smiling brightly at Amadeus. Calling him Brawn didn’t seem right yet.

Within moments the braces were in place and pushing the subway ceiling back up and lifting it out of Jen and Hercules’s hands. Jen eased herself down only for a moment to catch her breath. “God, thank you for showing up,” she said out of breath.

“I would take on greater burdens to see you,” Hercules said.

“Herc, you old romantic,” Jen said reaching out for him to help her up.

Hercules helped her up and pulled close to his chest a wicked grin on his lips. Jen stared at him Bradley’s suggestion played through her mind, and almost rebelliously, she kissed Herc hard on the lips.

Amadeus gagged. “I’m right here,” he said.

Jen leaned away from Hercules wishing that she felt anything from their kiss. It was almost painful how much she wished there was a spark or any enjoyment but there was nothing. “No offense to you, Herc, but I’m having a mild sexuality crisis right now. That didn’t feel quite right…”

Hercules’s brow furrowed, and he took a step back to give her room. “I have only the greatest respect for you, and if it is your wish that I stop my pursuit of you then I will without hesitation,” he said giving her space.

Jennifer smiled slightly and reached out to brush his face. “Thanks, Herc. It’s rough right now,” she said.

Amadeus was leaning on the wall of the subway waiting for them to stop talking. “So you had to kiss him right in front of me?” he said wrinkling his nose.

Jen winked at Amadeus. “I did it just to gross you out, buddy,” she said.

“Aren’t you a little old to have a sexuality crisis? You’re like forty,” Amadeus said.

Jen shot him a dirty look. “I’m not that old. Besides, you’re never too old to realize you’re not into men,” she said.

“What about into men?” Amadeus asked, “cuz I’ve been waiting for good ol’ Herc to come out to me for ages.”

“I am from ancient Greece. I am ‘into’ men,” Hercules said. He looked bewildered as if he thought it was common knowledge.

“I knew it,” Amadeus mumbled under his breath.

“So, Herc, you ever met Sappho?” Jen asked stretching.

“Never had the pleasure, but my sister, Athena, had quite the collection of her poetry,” Hercules said.

Jen opened her mouth for a moment then closed it thinking better than asking the question that came to mind. Amadeus, however, did not have that good judgment.

“You sure your sister had no sexual desire or was it just not towards men?”

Jen hit him on the back of the head and Hercules smacked him as well.

“I was just saying what everyone was thinking!” Amadeus exclaimed.

“Not I,” Hercules said disgusted at the thought.

The brace beeped loudly, and Amadeus looked over at it. “Guess we’re all set,” he said, “If y’all would follow me out of the tunnels.”

Jen, Hercules, and Amadeus headed out of the subway.

“So, what’s next for you, Shulkie?” Amadeus asked. “You gonna get a girlfriend?”

“Maybe,” Jen said shrugging. “I could call Jaz or Thundra and see if I want to make out with women.”

“The fact that you have two women that you know will drop everything to make out with you is honestly goals,” Amadeus said.

“What you don’t have two dudes who would make out with you if you called?” Jen asked.

“Am I supposed to?” Amadeus asked. “Do you, Herc?”

“Men worship me,” Hercules said.

“I need to get two guy friends who will drop everything to make out with me, I guess,” Amadeus said shaking his head.

“Say, Herc, you got your sister’s number,” Jen said teasing.

Hercules shot her a dirty look.

Jennifer leaned against the wall her arms crossed. Her mind was somewhere far away from Johnny’s chattering. She wished Reed was there to check her out, everything felt out of whack, not just her emotions.

“Are you even listening to me?” Johnny snapped.

Jen jumped and looked over at him. “Sorry, I have a lot on my mind,” she said.

“You too?”

“My assistant said something, and I’ve been mulling it over for weeks,” she shrugged, “I wish Reed was here. I feel out of balance.”

Johnny looked away at the clock on the wall. “What’d your assistant say that’s got you out of balance?” he asked trying to ignore her comment about Reed. She wasn’t the only one who missed the rest of the Fantastic Four.

Jen leaned her head back and knocked it a little harder than she meant to on the wall behind her. “It’s not important,” she said. “I’m not out of balance because of it. It’s just one of the many things that’s got me all messed up.”

“Heard you were thinking of joining the Avengers again,” Johnny said barely masking his disapproval.

“Yeah…”

“Disgusting.”

“There aren’t a lot of other teams for me to join right now, and I don’t want to be alone,” Jen said quietly.

“Just don’t do something dumb like date one of them,” Johnny said.

“About that,” Jen said biting her lip.

Johnny looked over at her panic in his eyes. “You’re not dating one of them? Please don’t let it be Tony Stark. I will kill you if it’s Tony Stark.”

“Oh god no,” Jen said, “I’m gay.”

Johnny’s brow furrowed as he tried to work out what she meant by that. “Like just girls?”

Jen winced. “I think so. Bradley pointed me in the direction of a lot of resources, and I’m starting to think my attraction to men was performative,” Jen said. The words that were coming out of her mouth sounded way too much like the pamphlets she read.

“I can relate to that,” Johnny said rolling his eyes. “Trying to be attracted to girls was the worst.”

Jen smiled widely. “Aw, look at us coming out to each other,�� she said.

“Am I the first person you’ve come out to?” Johnny asked beaming.

“I kinda came out to Hercules and Amadeus,” she said then she sighed and said.

Johnny wrinkled his nose. “Didn’t you leave Hercules naked in a parking lot?”

“It happens,” Jen said shrugging.

“That stuff only happens to you.”

Jen shrugged. “Speaking of that point in my life, I was thinking of calling Jaz,” she said.

“Like for sex?” Johnny asked leaning back in his chair slightly.

“Maybe… I don’t know. She was in love with me,” Jen replied.

Johnny grimaced. “This is gonna sound like a load of shit coming from me, but do you really think you should do that to her?”

Jen let out a long groan and sunk down in her chair. “I just hate this not knowing,” she said, “I’m not used to it.”

“Get your phone out,” Johnny said annoyed.

Jen fished her phone out of her pocket. She unlocked it and set it on the table.

“Open your preferred dating app.”

Jen opened it.

“Change the settings to women.”

Jen opened settings and set her preference to women.

“Start swiping.”

Jen’s brow furrowed and she started swiping just like Johnny told her to.

The text was simple. ‘You’re She-Hulk right?’

Jen texted her back minutes later with a simple yeah.

‘Nice, you wanna get dinner?’

Jen stared at her phone trying to decide if she wanted to. This didn’t feel right. It was so impersonal. She had so many strong relationships with other women, why didn’t she just date one of them? Jen wanted to throw her phone but buying another one was too expensive so she just dropped it listlessly onto the table.

“Why’s dating so hard?” she mumbled.

It was the not knowing that was driving her out of her mind. She had to do something. Jen reached for her phone again closing the dating app and going to messenger. ‘Want to fuck?’ she texted Thundra.

Thundra was casual. She showed interest in her for years, waiting for her to show any signs of attraction to women, but Jen was in hardcore denial. And while riding Thundra had been a fantasy for a while, she was never willing to act on the urge. But now things were different. She had to know, and Thundra seemed like the best way to find out.

‘On my way.’

Jen didn’t have to wait long before Thundra was at her doorstep. As soon as Jen opened the door Thundra slammed into her forcing hot, greedy kisses from Jen’s lips. Jen shut the door a little too hard, but thankfully she didn’t break it.

Jen forced Thundra against the wall and pressed into her. Thundra strained against her trying to push Jen off of her to no luck. Jen touched Thundra with fumbling fingers. Thundra took her hands and showed her where to touch her.

“You are nervous,” Thundra whispered suddenly lifting Jen up into her arms and pushing her into another wall. Jen gasped and groaned into Thundra’s shoulder.

“First time with a woman?” Thundra asked grinding against her.

“Mmhmm,” Jen grasped out as Thundra worked off her top.

“I will not be gentle,” Thundra said squeezing just a little too tightly on Jen’s breast.

“Don’t be,” Jen panted.

“Will you scream for me?” Thundra asked before she ran her tongue along Jen’s breast, nipping at her nipple.

“When you do something that makes me,” Jen said impatiently.

Thundra smirked and dragged her to the couch leaving hot, wet kisses along her neck and chest. She stipped off Jennifer’s pants then her own clothing. Thundra’s nails dug into Jen’s thighs as she slid against her.

“What should I do to you?” Thundra said leaning down to suck hard against the crook of Jennifer’s neck.

Jen gasped as Thundra’s mouth left hot marks along her neck and shoulders. “Anything, god, anything,” she whimpered grabbing onto the back of her couch and ripping through cushion and fabric unintentionally.

Thundra heard the crack of the wooden frame and looked up for a moment, smiling at her effect on Jen. She dipped down again now back to Jen’s breasts. She bit down on Jen’s boob, and Jen tightened around her hips. Jen reached out to touch Thundra and with one hand Thundra put Jen’s hands above her head and with the other, she lifted Jen’s hips higher on her thighs.

Thundra ran her two fingers on either side of Jen’s lips, and Jen hissed at the contact. “God, get on with it,” Jen muttered bucking her hips into Thundra’s hand.

“Demanding,” Thundra said before biting down on Jen’s neck leaving a mark.

Thundra’s fingers pressed against the slickness of Jen’s lips. Jen’s breath hitched with each stroke that only came faster and faster until she was a panting mess. Thundra sunk down so that her head was between Jen’s thighs and began to lick at Jen’s slit and entrance. God, the noises Jen was making were embarrassing, desperate noises. Then all of a sudden Thundra stopped.

Jen looked up, her head spinning from the sudden loss of contact. Thundra was putting on a harness that she should have put on earlier but hadn’t had a chance. Her strap was big. Jen reached out to touch it to see just how big when Thundra sunk two fingers inside her and began to scissor them.

“I cannot wait to put my cock inside you,” Thundra said as she added slipped a third finger inside Jen.

“Just put it in,” Jen hissed knowing that the discomfort would only last for moments.

Thundra was not one to be told twice. She angled herself to better enter Jen then with practiced ease she pushed inside. Jen cried out and punched through the back of her couch with just a flex of her arm. Thundra picked Jen up by the thighs and carried Jen to her bedroom. She awkwardly reached for the doorknob until she grew frustrated and just kicked the door down.

“That was my door!”

“You can buy a new one,” Thundra said pressing her hard against Jen’s bed.

Jen let out a moan that muffled into Thundra’s shoulder. As Thundra promised she wasn’t gentle. Her nails, though dull, left sharp indents in Jennifer’s skin, and she hit hard and deep inside of Jen. The sounds coming out of Jen’s mouth were undignified, not that she ever worried about it before. Thundra dragged Jennifer up by her hair so that she could kiss her as she relentlessly pounded into her. Jen was seeing stars, but god, Thundra’s lips felt right on her own.

“Is this what you imagined it would be?” Thundra asked.

“Better,” Jen said as she was pushed to the edge.

Thundra was relentless. She knew exactly how she wanted it without Jen saying anything.

“You look so good underneath me,” Thundra said squeezing one of Jen’s breast.

As Jen grew close to her climax, she grew loud and loud her until she was screaming at the top of her lungs. Everything below her waist seemed to throb with pleasure until finally, it became too much and it burst. Jen felt heavy all over and fell back suddenly without energy.

Thundra cuddled next to her and kissed her neck and down to her breasts. “You were beautiful,” she said.

“I’m not going to be able to walk for days,” Jen said weakly reaching over to draw Thundra to her. “Thank you. I now know one hundred percent that I want to fuck women.”

Thundra smirked. “Shall we do this again sometime?” she asked.

“Please,” Jen said, “but next time I top.”

Thundra laughed. “You dare?”

“I do,” Jennifer laughed at the absurdity of all this.

Thundra caught Jennifer’s lips and they laid next to each other kissing soft and sweetly. Jen never wanted it to end.

#she-hulk #jennifer walters #thundra #johnny storm #amadeus cho #hercules #jennifer walters x thundra #fic

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ladywinchester1967 · 7 years ago

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The Whipping Post

Characters: Demon!Dean Winchester, Katlynn “Kat” Winchester (OFC), Sam Winchester, Crowley.

Pairing: Dean x Katlynn

Warnings: Feels, SMIDGEN of fluff, angst (Jesus, the angst), SMUT, rough sex, semi-public sex, masturbation, dirty talk, fingering, unprotected sex (no glove, no love IRL). ��

A/N: The SECOND post for Lady Winchester’s Dirty 30/ Supernatural Smut Appreciation Day!! Based on this request from @roonyxx:

I’ve had this in my back pocket for quite some time and I don’t think I’ll use it in my big fic that I’m working on called “Off The Beaten Path I Reign”. If I do; well you guys just got a sneak peek! As always, unbeta’d, all mistakes are mine, but the pics are not. Lyrics from “The Whipping Post” by The Allman Brother’s Band is in italics.

QUICK INTRO: Dean is married to Kat when he dies and becomes a demon. He comes back and kidnaps her from the bunker in the middle of the night. Kevin and Chloe are Kat’s abusive cousins that took her in after her parents died.

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“Dean, I’m not some toy you can just pick up and move around whenever you want,” Kat snapped at him “I’m a human being!”

“I’m well aware,” he said, his arms crossed over his chest “what’re your conditions?”

“I have to let Sam know that I’m okay,” she told him “he’ll be worried sick.”

“And?” Dean asked, his eyebrow up. She bit her lip and looked at him. At least if she was with him, he wouldn’t be by himself with Crowley doing god knows what with god knows who.

“Sorry Sam, you’re on your own to find a cure.” She thought.

“That’s it,” She told him “let me tell Sam I’m okay and I’ll go with you.”

“You won’t run?” He asked and she shook her head “or try to contact Sam again? Or try to cure me?”

“No,” she told him “I won’t.”

“And you mean that?” He asked, his gaze heavily scrutinizing her.

“I’ve never lied to you Dean,” she pointed out “defied you? Yes. Ignored a direct order? Of course. But I haven’t lied to you, and I’m not going to start now.”

He was silent while he studied her face.

“Okay.” He said and handed her the phone back. She scrolled to Sam’s name and called him.

“Oh thank god!” Sam yelled when he picked up the phone “Kat, where are you?”

“Sam, I’m fine.” Kat told him “look, I’m in a situation and I can’t come home.”

“You’re-you’re what?!” Sam asked

“Sam listen,” Kat said “just putting the bug in your ear that I’m okay.”

“Bug in the ear” was their phrase for when they were under duress and couldn’t talk.

“Okay,” Sam finally answered “call me when you can.”

“I will.” She promised and hung up. After that, Dean snapped the phone in half and said

“We have a good two hours on him, let’s go.”

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When they arrived at the next motel that afternoon; Dean and Kat settled into their room while Crowley made his way to a bar close by. They hadn’t talked since they started driving, but now, they couldn’t ignore the tension between them.

“You wanna talk?” Kat asked him.

“Do I ever?” Dean asked, throwing his bag on the floor and flopping on to the bed, landing on his back. She walked over to him and sat by him.

“Okay, I’ll talk and you listen. Deal?” She asked and he nodded “I’m sorry if I pissed you off earlier. You leaving was hard on Sam and I, he and I had to rely on each other a lot and I couldn’t just leave without letting him know I’m okay.”

“What’s your point?” Dean asked

“My point is that he feels responsible for me in your absence.” She told him with a smirk “His words, not mine.”

Dean suddenly looked ferocious as he sat up.

“No,” he said with a dangerous look in his eyes “It isn’t his job to take care of you, it’s mine.” He held her face in his hands, his thumbs running over her cheeks. “You’re mine.”

“I know,” she said, her voice trembling and betraying her “I just want-wanted to tell you-you why I had-“

“Shhh,” he said, his expression softening when he realized he had scared her “I understand, you don’t have to explain.” He gave her a slow kiss and when it ended he said “Don’t be afraid of me; I’ve got some upgrades,” he blinked, his eyes flashing from black and then back to their familiar green “but I’m still me and I’m not going to hurt you. Ever.”

Just like he had to trust she wouldn’t run away; she had to trust that he wouldn’t hurt her. She nodded, her hands wrapping around his wrists.

“I love you.” She told him and kissed him.

“I love you too.” He answered when the kiss ended.

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The next night, they went to see a cover band in the next town over. Crowley moved among the crowd, making deals, while Kat and Dean enjoyed the music. Like a giant guard dog, Dean stood protectively behind Kat, his hands on her hips as she swayed to the music.

“Keep grinding your ass on me,” he warned in her ear “and these people will catch one hell of a show.”

She turned around, draping one arm over his shoulders and leaning into him.

“That wasn’t grinding,” She told him “if you want me to grind on you, I will.”

Their eyes briefly locked and he squeezed her hips before he leaned down and gave her a bruising kiss. When it ended, he took her hand and dragged her off as the next song started. Kat quickly downed the rest of her drink and threw the plastic cup in the trash. He tugged her in front of him and backed her into a dark corner, far enough away from the crowd and prying eyes.

I've been run down and I've been lied to.

And I don't know why,

I let that mean woman make me a fool.

Dean pushed Kat’s back into the wall and kissed her hard, her arms wrapping around his neck, one of his knees parting her legs as he held tightly to her hips.

She took all my money,

wrecked my new car.

Now she's with one of my good time buddies,

They're drinkin in some cross-town bar.

His hands slid up her skirt, gripping her thighs tightly; his tongue winding into her mouth.

“Dean!” She hissed

“What?” He asked, his hand gliding upward to the apex of her thighs.

“I have a surprise for you, but you’re gonna ruin it for yourself.” She told him.

“Oh?” He asked and kissed her again “What’s my surprise?”

She kissed him lightly and said

“Touch me and you’ll see.” with a wink.

Intrigued, he slid his fingers along her waist to find no fabric between his fingers and her skin. He let out a nearly primal growl and asked

“No panties huh?” and she nodded, biting her lip. He kissed her, grinding his hardened length into her “You’re a bad girl you know that?” He asked between kisses.

“I’m your bad girl.” She answered as he slid his fingers inside her, making her gasp.

Sometimes I feel

Like I've been tied

To the whipping post

She cried out against his mouth, his fingers moving in and out of her rapidly, the heel of his palm grinding against her clit.

“Oh, that’s it,” he growled in her ear “that’s it pretty girl, so fucking wet for me.”

“Oh my god, Dean!” She yelled into his chest. She clung tightly to him, the bass booming in her ears, the rapid pace of of his fingers sending her over the edge faster than she could ever remember.

Tied to the whippin' post,

tied to the whippin' post.

Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin'

Sated, Kat’s forehead slumped on to Dean’s chest and she heard him chuckle.

“I’m not done with you sweetness.” He rasped in her ear.

She reached down and unbuckled his belt. His eyes flashed black and he let out another growl. “Eager are we?” He asked teasingly. Her eyes met his; she’d finally gotten to the point where she didn’t flinch when his eyes turned black.

“Need you.” Was all she could get out as she pulled down his zipper “Please.”

“Ask politely.” He said, pulling his boxer briefs down.

“Shut up and fuck me.” She said fiercely and kissed him.

“Foul fucking language.” He commented as he gripped her ass hard and and thrust up into her, she bit her lip to keep from screaming as he moaned in her ear.

“Fuck, pretty girl!” he said as he set a bruising pace, not giving her a chance to adjust to his size. It rode the line between pleasure and pain that she usually stayed far away from, but right now, she couldn’t get enough of it.

“Oh my fuck!” She cried in his ear, her nails digging into his shoulders through his shirt. He slammed her back into the wall and gripped behind her knees as she held on to him. They let out curses and moans as they both reached their peak.

“Oh fuck, that’s it sweetheart! Oh fuck, come for me; come on.” He moaned

“I-I-JESUS, AH!” She screamed as she came hard around him; the intensity of the orgasm making her eyes roll in the back of her head as he continued to pound into her. “That’s it,” She moaned weakly “come on Dean, come for me. Fill me up.”

“That what you want?” He asked as his hips snapped into her “You wanna be full of my come pretty girl?”

“Yes,” she begged “please Dean!”

He yelled and let go inside her, holding still as he pumped his load deep into her. He blinked and his eyes returned to their normal green as he pulled out of her and set her on her feet, both of them breathing hard. Kat was thankful that she had him and the wall to keep her up right or she would’ve passed out then and there. They took a few moments to collect themselves and Kat went to the bathroom to get cleaned up. Under the harsh fluorescent lights, she could see a fresh hickey on her neck and finger shaped bruises forming on her thighs and hips. As she washed her hands, she wondered if this was going too far; but what choice did she have? Either give in to him or he’d go find it somewhere else? She bit her lip as she dried her hands; in spite of his “upgrades” he was still Dean. Dean was loyal, and he’d made it clear that she belonged to him, but what about him to her? She sighed and threw the paper towels away.

My friends tell me, that I've been such a fool.

But I had to stand by and take it baby, all for lovin' you.

Drown myself in sorrow as I look at what you've done.

But nothing seemed to change, the bad times stayed the same,

And I can't run.

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When they arrived back at the motel that night; Kat got ready for bed while Dean lay propped up on the pillows. He didn’t sleep; he had no need for it now, but he did lay beside her while she slept, to keep her comfortable and to watch over her. After brushing her teeth, Kat turned off the bathroom light and leaned up against the door jamb, just watching him. His eyes were closed and his chest rose and fell with each steady breath he took.

“It’s rude to stare you know.” He said as he opened one eye and looked at her.

“I’m not staring,” she said as she crossed the room and crawled into bed with him “I’m admiring.”

He gave her a lopsided grin and opened his arms to her.

“C’mere.” He said with a jerk of his head.

She flashed him a smile and laid her head on his chest as he enveloped her in his arms, kissing her forehead. She let her fingers roam across his arm as his heart beat sounded in her ear. He threaded his fingers through her hair and asked

“You tired sweetheart?”

She nodded and tilted her head back to meet his gaze. They kissed, slowly and deliberately, as he gripped her hair. His lips wandered down her cheek and to her neck.

“I have to ask you something.” She breathed, the sensation of his lips on her neck made her writhe under him.

“Hm?” He asked as he sucked on her pulse point.

“I’m yours.” she told him and she felt his lips curl against her skin.

“All mine.” He answered as he slid his fingers through hers, pinning her hand to the bed.

“Are you mine?” She asked and he ceased all movements. He picked his head up, his eyes meeting hers, his eyebrows furrowed together.

“What does that mean?” He asked

She shook her head

“Nothing, forget I said anything.” She said, not wanting to deal with the fight she knew was coming. “Just forget it.”

“No,” he said firmly, his green eyes seeming to pierce her soul “what do you mean by that?”

She shook her head again “Katlynn Jane,” he said in a warning tone “answer me.”

She bit her lip and then finally asked

“If you couldn’t fuck me the way you do, would you fuck anyone else?”

He slowly blinked, his eyes downcast; it looked like it was hard for him to breathe. When his gaze met hers again, his mouth was set in a hard line.

“You listen to me,” He said in a clipped tone “I haven’t fucked anyone else since you and I got together. Just because I’m a demon, doesn’t mean that changes anything.”

She screwed her eyes shut; expected him to grip her hair tightly and screw her senseless, but she was surprised when his fingers gently traced over her cheek. She tentatively opened her eyes and saw that he was looking back at her with all the tenderness she remembered.

“I’m yours,” he told her “always have been, always will be.”

He held her face in his hand, his thumb running over the apple of her cheek. She let a shaky breath escape her mouth.

“What was it that Darcy said to Elizabeth?” He asked her.

“You’re asking me about Pride and Prejudice now?” She asked him, raising an eyebrow at him.

“I’m serious,” he said “something about you have bewitched me body and soul. I don’t remember the rest after that.”

She smiled and finished the quote

“And I love, I love, I love you and never wish to be parted from you from this day on.” She said.

“That’s the one,” he said with a nod and tapped the tip of her nose with his finger “and it’s true.”

She nodded

“I had to know,” she told him “you say over and over that I’m yours.”

“Because you are,” He said and held up her left hand, her rings catching the light “and I’m yours.” He turned his hand over to show her his wedding band.

“I wasn’t sure if it meant the same.” She admitted.

“It’s always going to mean the same thing,” he told her “doesn’t matter what’s going on.”

He kissed her and rolled on top of her. He swiftly pulled her shirt off, his fingertips running over her bare skin as he sat up on his knees. Her skin seemed to flair with goosebumps in the wake of his touch.

“You want me to be more gentle with you baby?” He asked tenderly.

Kat gave in like she always wanted to.

“This time, yes.” She told him “other times I want you to hold me down and fuck me stupid.”

He nodded and laid gentle kisses all over her face and mouth as her hands roamed all over his back. His lips met hers and she moaned against him.

“Deeeeeeean,” she whined as his tongue grazed over her lips, seeming to taste every inch of her mouth “I want you, please.”

He pulled back and said

“Look at me when you say that pretty girl.”

She did and said

“I want you.”

“Tell me what you want.” He said and took her hands in his, threading his fingers through hers and pinning them above her head “tell me everything baby.”

She tried to kiss him, but he deliberately avoided her lips.

“I want, I want,” she whined as she struggled to move against him to get some friction, but he wouldn’t budge.

“What baby?” He asked as he sucked on her pulse point again “Talk to me.”

“I want that rock hard cock deep in my hot, little pussy!” She strangled out and he chuckled.

“There’s that bad girl,” he said and all but consumed her mouth “I knew she was in there.”

“Touch me,” She begged him “please?”

“I want to see you do it.” he told her

She didn’t hesitate; she threw off her shorts and underwear, then opened her legs for him. He watched as her lips below glistened with arousal.

“Mh,” he said as she gently ran her pointer and middle fingers up and down her length “look at you.”

With her free hand, she grabbed her breast and began to roll the nipple between her thumb and forefinger. It hardened as her other hand spread her pussy open for him. Pink and begging him to dive in; it took every bit of self restraint Dean had not to take her then and there. She began to move her fingers on her pussy up and down, slicking them as her other fingers moved to her free nipple, repeating the motions she had done on the other breast. She whined under her own ministrations; watching him as he watched her get herself off was maddening. She sunk two fingers and began to fuck herself, slow at first. She moaned as she wriggled and Dean began to palm himself through his jeans. She took her slick soaked fingers out of her aching hole and made sure she had his attention. She spread her juices all over her nipple and looked at him with lust blown eyes.

“Suck.” She told him simply.

Dean tucked his head down and sealed his mouth over her nipple, sucking it clean as she cried out under him.

“Do that again,” he told her when he came up “more of that sweet juice though.”

Her fingers making their slow decent down to the apex of her thighs “I might come before you’re ready for me to.”

“Then I’ll have to build you back up,” he told her, his grip tightening on himself “again sweetheart.”

She maintained eye contact with him as she plunged her fingers back into her dripping hole. She gripped her free breast tightly as she rutted her hips into her own hand.

“Oh god!” She whined “fuck!”

“How’s it feel sweetheart?” He asked as he kept palming himself.

“So good,” she whimpered “so fucking good!”

She hooked her fingers inside of her thirsty hole, once they were slick; she smeared the liquid all over her nipple again. Dean dipped his head down and hungrily lapped his tongue over her nipple.

“So good,” he moaned as he sucked on her nipple “so fucking good. Keep touching yourself sweetheart.”

She did as he asked while he sucked hard on her nipple, coming of of it with a wet POP. He sat back up and watched as she squirmed against her own touch.

“Oh god,” she moaned “oh my fucking god!”

She tried to close her legs to get the tightness and the friction she needed to make it home. Dean, however, kept her legs parted.

“I wanna see that perfect, little, pink pussy come.”

“You want that?” She asked him, running out of breath “you wanna watch me get myself off?”

“Let me see what that bad girl can do.” he growled

She increased the speed of her hand, her thumb flicking over her clit as she moaned.

“Mhhh, I love being your bad little girl.” she told him.

He let out another growl and unbuckled his belt, popping the button and sliding down the zipper.

“You have no fucking idea how hot you are do you?” He asked, squeezing himself tightly through his underwear.

She moved her hips as she kept going

“Oh god, GOD!” She yelled as she twisted her body “fuck!”

“That’s it sweetheart,” Dean said “you close?”

“God yes, I’m so fucking close!” She told him

“Stop!” He yelled and she did

“Why?!” She asked, irritated

He yanked down his underwear and tugged his shirt off, easily sliding into her all the way to the hilt, making her cry out.

“I love watching you touch yourself, but I’m not about to blow my load all over your belly like some teenager.” He kissed her as he began to move “I wanna come in you, feel that sweet pussy clench around me.”

He pinned her knees to the bed so that she was wide open for him; he could see everything as he moved in and out, her breasts bouncing with each snap of his hips.

“Oh fuck baby,” he groaned “FUCK!”

She couldn’t even form words as the orgasm came crashing over her, she let out a scream as she disintegrated around him. He kept slamming into her furiously, his eyes completely black as he finished deep inside her, his hands gripping her hips to the point of pain.

“Dean, you’re hurting me!” She cried out and he let go of her, breathing hard.

“Oh no,” he said as he caught his breath and looked at her skin “oh pretty girl, I’m so sorry.”

“You have to be careful!” She shouted at him and stood up, grabbing her clothes “You’re a lot stronger than you used to be and I’m already covered in enough bruises and hickeys!”

“Kat,” he started

“No!” She snapped and ran into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her. She shook as she fell to her knees, silent tears rolling down her face as she started to shake uncontrollably, her breaths coming faster than she could handle. She sank her teeth into the knuckle of her thumb, trying to focus on something else, anything else other than the overwhelming panic she was feeling. She didn’t hear Dean call her name, nor did she hear the bathroom door open behind her. For the first time, Dean got a good look at her and the marks her body bore. She had teeth marks and hickeys all over her neck and shoulders, finger shaped bruises on her sides and hips, deep purple hickeys on her chest and stomach.

He knew he should feel ashamed and should hate himself for marking her body the way he had. He should hate himself for hurting her and making her cry.

He felt none of those things.

“She has to learn,” he reasoned “she belongs to ME and no one else.”

He crossed the bathroom and wrapped a towel around her and picked her up into his arms, she was shaking hard as she looked up at him. Her overly large green eyes were tinged with red and her cheeks were stained pink from crying so hard.

“Please,” she begged him “please stop hurting me.”

Somewhere, in the very deep, dark corner of his mind, it felt like a light clicked on and he looked at himself in the mirror. He was no better than Kevin and Chloe, and they were human. Without a word, he carried her back into the bedroom and helped her put her underwear and pajamas back on. She curled against him, still shaking hard. She sought the comfort she knew he could bring her, so she took his arms and wrapped them around her.

“Hold me.” She told him.

With a nod, he slightly tightened his grip on her, and began to hum a Led Zeppelin song to her. She sighed, her body relaxing in his arms and she drifted off to sleep.

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dreamcatcher2113 · 7 years ago

Photo

.The outfit pics are what you and Jihoon are wearing at the date. Pics above are not mine, I found them on google.

You take a deep breath and looked at yourself in the mirror. Since you like to wear things causal, you decided to wear a light brown spaghetti strap tank top, a jean jacket, dark blue (or black) skinny jeans, a grayish brown shoes(I have no idea what color they are), a light green beanie, and fake glasses to top it off. You take another deep breath, you feel a lot of emotions right now.

You feel nervous, excited, terrified, and happy all at the same time. You never really experienced something like this before. You asked Jin, Namjoon, and Hobi for advice about how to act, what to say, and even asked them what to wear. Even though those three are not the best to ask for advice about fashion (luckily you asked Tae for help). You grabbed your light brown bag, making sure you have things you need.

“Wallet. Check. Keys. Check. Phone. Check.” You think to yourself. “Okay looks like I have everything.” You said to yourself with a smile.

You walk downstairs and looked towards the living room. You see Tae and Jungkook playing a video game, Jimin having his legs on top of Jungkook’s lap reading a book, Yoongi sitting on the individual couch doing across word puzzle, Hobi is next to Tae playing on his phone, and Jin and Namjoon are cuddling together. You smile at your brothers.

As you make your way to the living room, Jin towards his head to look behind him to see you. As he looks at you, he can’t help but smile. He feels like it was just yesterday, he and Namjoon found a tiny baby pup on their doorstep, and now you have grown into a young woman. Even now he can’t believe how much you have grown, another reason why he feels old. He taps Namjoon on the arm so he can look at you, Namjoon turns and sees you, and gives you a huge smile. Everyone stops at what they are doing and looks at you. All of them have the same thought. They can’t believe how much you’ve grown up.

Jin gets up, and walks towards and gives you a huge hug, you hug him back. “Oh Y/N look at you. You’ve grown up so fast.” Jin pulls away from the hug, and puts both of his hand on both of cheeks, rubbing his thumbs against them. He kisses your forehead before he takes a step back.

“It’s true. I feel like it was just yesterday you were learning how to walk, and now here you are….dating.” Namjoon sighed a little, walking behind his mate, putting his arm around his waist.

Behind him, the rest of the boys start to walk towards you. Yoongi rested his arm on Tae, Tae next to Jin and smiling happily that you took his advice, Hobi next to Yoongi having his right hand rubbing his chin, and Jimin next to Jin and Namjoon while his mate is hugging him behind; resting his chin on his shoulder. Scared but happy that you are going on your first date.

“We just want you to know Y/N, you are here for you no matter what happens,” Yoongi said while giving a small smile, even though he has a deep urge to get his bat.

You gave him a smile and sweetly replied. “I know you guys are always here for me. I’m glad that I have you guys as brothers. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Hobi started to feel small tears coming to his eyes. “Group hug!” He semi shouts, coming towards you with open arms.

You guys start to form a group hug, you feel happy that you have these seven dorks for brothers. You know that you going on a date is a little hard for them because you know that in their eyes you will always be their baby girl. You smile as you feel their warmth.

Ding-Dong

“I think that’s Jihoon-oppa.” You muffled.

“Oh, he can wait a bit,” Jungkook complained a little, not letting you go anytime soon. After a few seconds, you guys start to depart from the group hug.

“Oh let me get my camera, I need to take to pictures!” Jin yelled excitedly, running to find his camera. All of you groaned at the same time, some of you rubbed temples or facepalmed because you all know how Jin is.

“Oh zip it all of you, and let me be a mom!” Jin yelled somewhere in the mansion.

You walked to open the front door, and you see Jihoon in a gray zip-up sweater, a black hat, black pants, and black boots. You will attempt even in casual clothes he looks handsome. In both hands it seems like he is carrying gifts, in his right hand it seems like he holding chocolate, and his left hand a small white box.

“Jihoon-oppa, you’re here a little early.” You greet him with small and letting him inside.

“Yeah. I tend to do that, but I prefer to be a little early than a little late.” Jihoon laughed a little, walking inside and closing the door behind him.

“Oh. this is for you.” He gave you the box.

You give him a smile, “thank you, but you didn’t have too.”

“I know, but I want to.” Jihoon smiled.

You open the box, and your eyes widen in awe, you couldn’t believe what he got for you. You couldn’t believe that you would give you something this beautiful. He gave you a cherry blossom necklace.

“How do you know that cherry blossoms are also my favorite flower?” You asked Jihoon.

Jihoon chuckled a little, rubbing his hand back of his neck, “I actually didn’t. I was at a jewelry store trying to find something for you. I saw this, and it reminds me of you.”

“How?” You asked, looking at him curiously.

“Well in my eyes, experiencing the cherry blossoms blooming for the first time is a once in a lifetime. And like a cherry blossom, you are a once in a lifetime.” Jihoon explained as he helps you put the necklace on you. You couldn’t help but blush at Jihoon’s words.

“Ahem. You’re forgetting that we are in same room as you buddy.” The both of you turned around and saw Jimin waving(he’s the one that spoke). You both giggled a little, you two did forget that they were there.

“I FOUND MY CAMERA!!!” All of you heard yelling coming from upstairs, and see Jin running down the stairs.

“Hello, Jihoon-ah, nice to see you again.” Jin greeted with a smile and stands next to you.

“Help Jin-Hyung, it’s nice to see you too.” Jihoon smiled and bowed to Jin.

“These are for you. It’s a thank you gift, for having me over.” Jihoon giving Jin the chocolates.

“Well thank you Jihoon. You are so polite, unlike some brats I know.” Jin glares at the boys, and the boys looking offended.

“That’s rude hyung,” Tae complained.

Jin rolls his eyes, “okay time for a photo. You two stand next to each other.” He gestures his hands for you and Jihoon to come closer together.

You and Jihoon stand close together, he put his arm around your waist and you leaned your head against his shoulder and smiled at the camera. You couldn’t help but notice Jihoon’s scent. He smells like pine, with a hint of vanilla, and it’s faint but you also smell paper. But you like his scent, and for some reason, you felt some sort of comfort with his scent.

“Watch where you put your hands,” Jungkook growled a little. You, Jin, and Namjoon rolled your eyes.

“My love, I think you got enough pictures,” Namjoon spoke.

“Alright, alright. You have fun you two.” Jin said happily.

You and Jihoon walk out the door, and heard Tae yell out “but too much fun, we are not ready to be uncles yet!”

You turned bright red and facepalmed from embarrassment. Of course, Tae would say that you’re not surprised but it still didn’t help on how embarrassed you are. You look at Jihoon laughing, and you gave him a small glare. He put his hands up in surrender but still laughing. You two got into his car, you open the door for you, and you two drove to your date.

Please excuse if there are any some typos and grammar errors

Howl Part 13

#howl #wolf au #howl part 13 #bts fake text #fake kpop text #seventeen fake text #woozi x reader #woozi x you #seventeen woozi #🐺

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allmyloveavery · 7 years ago

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wherever you are ~ c.b

A/N: The first part of this is gonna be your point of view and then it switches to Corbyn. The italic parts are song lyrics. anyway, I love this song so much and I hope I did it justice with the story. this is almost 2k words so i put a read more lmao. quick disclaimer this is just fiction and based on song lyrics don’t come at me pls

ps: I’m so sorry this took so long holy crap this request has been sitting in my inbox for ages.

Requested: yes

Summary: basically the plot of the song wherever you are by 5sos but if you don’t know what that’s about I’m gonna give a quick summary anyway. You and Corbyn break up and he leaves you heartbroken. You fly back home and time passes but he can’t seem to stop thinking about you.

You drove into the airport parking lot, with tears burning in your eyes you parked your car and sat there for a minute staring through the window. You couldn’t take it any longer, the feeling of tears burning behind your eyes turned into a complete waterfall of tears streaming down your cheeks. Usually, you weren’t one to cry but today, your spirit, hope, and dreams had been shattered in just a matter of seconds. You lay your head on your arms that were crossed over the steering wheel and you felt the tears stain your sleeve.

On the backseat of your car, there’s a faint buzzing sound, it’s your phone, but you can’t even hear it over your violent sobbing. In between sobs you manage to let out your anger and scream as you slam the steering wheel with both of your hands. “It was a mistake coming here” you say as you look through your bag for some tissues to clean up the mess that this sobbing session had created. You check yourself out in your mirror and rub your eyes one last time before grabbing your stuff and walking inside the airport. One more glance over your shoulder at the sun setting in L.A before you step foot inside the airport and you leave forever. As you walk towards your gate you grab your phone and dial your mom’s number. “Hi mom” you almost break down after this and you hear the voice of your concerned mom on the other side of the line, asking you if you’re okay. “I’m coming home.” It stays silent on your mom’s side of the line. It’s like you can’t even react to anything and like everything is moving in slow-motion. You hear your mom say that she’ll pick you up at the airport in your hometown if you text her the time you land and that you’ll be alright and she loves you. All you manage to get out in response is an almost muted “okay” as you stare at your gate before boarding.

You got on the plane and looked for your spot. When you finally found it and sat down you saw the missed calls from your now ex-boyfriend. As much as it pains you to do it, you decide it’s for the best. You open your contacts on your phone and scroll to his name. “delete contact” you hesitate for a second but end up clicking it. Tears well up in your eyes as you shut down your phone looking out the window, waiting for the plane to take you back home.

“For a while we pretended That we never had to end it But we knew we’d have to say goodbye You were crying at the airport When they finally closed the plane door I could barely hold it all inside”

He was driving on the freeway, one hand on the steering wheel, the other to his ear trying to call you for the fourth time. “come on y/n, pick up the phone…please” The boy makes his way to the airport as fast as possible. It’s a race against the clock to make it there before you board and you’re gone forever. Jonah is sitting in the passenger side and gives Corbyn a sympathetic look as he watches him dial your number once again muttering “please pick up, babe, this was a mistake” to himself. “Dude it’s no use, she’s not gonna pick up. You broke her heart, she probably doesn’t even want to talk to you right now.“ When you don’t pick up the sixth time he throws his phone on the backseat. “I have to talk to her, Jonah. I have to.”

They pull up in the parking lot and Corbyn doesn’t even bother to lock the car. He jumps out of the car sprinting towards the doors of the main entrance. Once he’s inside he frantically looks for your flight on the boards, but he can’t find it. As he’s running towards the service desk to ask where you’re boarding there’s an announcement over the intercom. “Boarding for the flight KL601 is closed.” Corbyn’s heart sinks into his chest and his eyes fall down as he stops running. “I’m too late.”

His entire body got washed over by defeat as he slowly made his way back to the car. His chest felt heavy and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to cry or scream. As he walked up to his car he saw Jonah sitting in the passenger’s seat, patiently waiting for him. Once Jonah spots his friend he gets out of the car. “You didn’t make it in time?” he asks as he walks up to his friend to give him a hug. Corbyn can’t even bring himself to answer because he knows he’ll break down, so he just shakes his head. “I’m sorry, buddy.”

Exactly three months had passed since you left L.A and went back home. It was about 3 am but he couldn’t sleep. He’d been up all night thinking of you. He tried so hard to fall asleep but he just missed you too much. He grabbed his phone searching through his contacts until he got to your name. His finger hovered over the number and the calling button for a few seconds. “I shouldn’t. It’s better this way.” He sighs and shuts off his phone.

“Torn in two And I know I shouldn’t tell you But I just can’t stop thinking of you Wherever you are You Wherever you are Every night I almost call you Just to say it always will be you Wherever you are”

He looked at the bulletin board on his desk. You may have been gone but the memories weren’t. The board was filled with Polaroid’s of the two of you, little notes and postcards you had given him throughout the relationship. He knew he should probably get rid of them or at least put them away somewhere he wasn’t reminded of the painful fact that half of his heart was missing. He grabbed his favorite polaroid picture from the board. It was a picture he took of you when you were out on a date for Valentine’s Day because he thought you looked so pretty and he was a lucky guy. He felt tears well up in the back of his eyes and fought the urge to cry. He holds the picture up, looking at it for a while. “I miss you.”

“I could fly a thousand oceans But there’s nothing that compares to What we had, and so I walk alone”

The thought of booking a plane ticket and just flying to you to say he’s sorry and ask you to come back home, to him, in L.A, had crossed his mind almost every night. Yesterday he almost did, but he refrained. You’d probably turn him down anyway. He sighed at the thought. He missed everything about you, your touch, playing with your hair, your laugh, the way you would do a little dance if you were excited about something, the back and forth quoting of your favorite vines, you sending him memes in the middle of the night saying “this reminded me of you”. He’d give anything to just hold you in his arms one more time.

The next morning he scrolled through his Instagram and saw that you had posted something. You hadn’t posted anything ever since you left L.A, except for a picture with your two best friends hugging them, captioned: “I missed my girls.” The picture you had posted was a selfie of you and some guy at a club with drinks in your hands both smiling and looking happy. The picture was captioned: “@ScottH the man, the myth, the legend.”

“I wish I didn’t have to be gone Maybe you’ve already moved on But the truth is I don’t want to know”

Corbyn clicked the tag in the picture you gave Scott and went to his account. He found the same pic you had posted and saw that you had commented a heart under the picture. He wondered if you had moved on but couldn’t bring himself to think about it any longer. The thought of you being over him and with someone else pained him deep in his soul.

He went to his Spotify playlist and found the playlists you had made him over the course of the relationship. “Mixtape I for my sunshine’, ‘songs that remind me of you II’, ‘mixtape for the bean III” He looked at the titles with a soft smile on his face. From time to time he would still listen to them, like reading an old love letter. Almost as if in a desperate attempt to cling to you, hoping that one day you would come back.

It was one of those days on which he lied awake until four in the morning thinking about you, so he plugged in his earphones and played the very first mixtape you made him in an attempt to feel something and fill the void in his heart.

“You can say we’ll be together Someday Nothing lasts forever Nothing stays the same So why can’t I stop feeling this way Torn in two And I know I shouldn’t tell you But I just can’t stop thinking of you Wherever you are You Wherever you are”

What he didn’t know was that you still listened to his mixtapes every once in a while too. Even though you deleted his number, you had it memorized and you thought about calling him every now and then, but just like Corbyn, you thought it was probably better this way.

“Every night I almost call you Just to say it always will be you Wherever you are”

#corbyn besson #corbyn besson imagine #why don't we #why don't we band #why don't we music #why don't we boys #jack avery #jonah marais #zach herron #daniel seavey #corbyn besson angst #angst

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creativitytoexplore · 5 years ago

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Larry's Terrible Day By James Rumpel https://ift.tt/2A1vr8G James Rumpel tells of a near future in which a malfunctioning phone is more than just an inconvenience.

Larry Boland glanced at his phone. He had his first phone implanted into his arm was when he was fourteen, a little later than most of his peers. Now, three upgrades and nine years later, his wrist was home to the most advanced communication device bit-coins could buy. Unfortunately, even with all that technology, he could not make the line to the med-distribution kiosk move any faster. His phone told him that it was 7:41. If he didn't get to the front of the line and get his daily dosage of medications soon, he was in grave danger of missing his train. For a moment, Larry considered leaving the line and going directly to the boarding area but he knew that was not an option. He needed treatments to deal with his attention deficit disorder, his dry mouth, his occasional bouts of gas, and the subtle throbbing he sometimes felt at his temples. He couldn't imagine trying to survive a day having to deal with all of those maladies. While waiting in line, Larry tried to examine the day's posts on his phone. For some unknown reason, the downloads were extremely slow. He waited nearly thirty seconds to find out if his friend, Greg, had gone through with the plan to send a private chat invitation to a girl he had met on a dating app. Unable to put up with the eternal delay, Larry decided to check his currency balance. Again, his phone moved at a snail's pace. The display bar which indicated how far along the data feed had progressed, much like the medication line, was barely moving. When he finally reached the front of the line, Larry placed his left arm in the machine and scanned his phone over the reader. To his great dismay, the monitor flashed red and a message appeared saying "UNABLE TO READ INPUT". He moved his wrist in front of the reader one more time with the same result. "Come on, Buddy. Get moving," yelled someone in the waiting crowd. Larry's third failed attempt earned him a different message: "PLEASE MOVE FROM THE LINE AND AWAIT THE ARRIVAL OF TECHNICAL PERSONNEL." Waiting for help would mean missing the train. He was going to be late for work. The next person in line was already starting to force her way to the kiosk. Frustrated, Larry moved to the side and watched as the young lady received her drugs with no difficulty. Larry rechecked the time on his phone. He noticed the display was not as bright as normal. The time was 7:53. It was with great anxiety that Larry decided to forego his daily treatments. He took off at a brisk pace toward the train platform. At the entry gate, he swung his wrist and phone in front of the scanner. He nearly tripped over the turnstile when it refused to budge. The scanner had declined his pre-paid boarding pass. A second attempt also failed. "Not again," shouted someone from behind. "Get out of our way if you don't know how to work a scanner." Larry was forcibly pushed aside by the agitated crowd. When he looked down at his phone, he noticed that the display screen was now totally black. He had only recently purchased the best available phone implant. This should not have been happening. It took all of his internal strength not to scream in frustration. "What seems to be the problem?" asked a voice from behind. Larry turned to see an elderly man of at least 50. "My phone isn't working. I can't get onto the train platform. I know my pass should be good. I paid for the year in advance." "Well, you're not getting through that gate without it reading your phone. I believe there is an office somewhere that will let you buy a physical ticket." Succumbing to the fact that he was going to be late for work, Larry decided that the man's suggestion was probably his best course of action. He looked at this blank phone before asking the old man, "Can you direct me to that office? I don't think my direction app is going to work." "It's somewhere behind the convenience stand. I think there are signs to direct you." Larry thanked the gentleman and began looking for the ticket-sales office. Usually, his wrist-phone would have directed him to the correct area. Without that option, he tried to decipher the multitude of signs posted throughout the station. He was amazed that he had never noticed them before. After fifteen exasperating minutes, he finally located the office. It was tucked into a remote corner of the building. He entered to find a small, unkempt room. Tiny pieces of paper and discarded tickets littered the floor. A man was behind the counter. He was leaning on his elbows; his eyes shut. Larry cleared his throat as he approached, causing the man to straighten with a sudden jerk. Larry couldn't help but notice the man's eyes. The ticket seller's eyes were very large and there was much more white in them than there should have been. Larry couldn't decide if the man's pupils were too small or if his eyeballs were too large. Those eyes would give anyone the initial impression that this fellow was insane. "Can I help you," asked the strange-eyed man with a remarkably normal voice. Larry started to lift his phone. He had to take a picture of this guy's eyes and post it on Pic-Share. He was reaching for the screen to open the camera app when he remembered that his phone was dead. "I need to buy a ticket to Foghill Station," he told the man. "When is the next train?" "The next train leaves in twenty minutes." The man clicked a few buttons on his computer screen and a printer could be heard humming behind him. The man extended a portable scanner towards Larry and said: "That will be forty-two dollars or twenty-five bit-coins." Larry waved his wrist in front of the scanner, hoping it would somehow read his phone and subtract the necessary amount from his account. It did not. "Oh, that's okay," said the clerk. He stared intently at Larry; his eyes blinked far less than they should have. "You can pay with cash." "I don't carry cash. Nobody does. My phone is broken. Can't you just let me have a ticket? I will repay when I get my phone repaired." Larry realized he was talking louder than he needed to. He felt a subtle throbbing around his eyes. The ticket clerk shook his head. "I'm not allowed to do that. Don't you have a friend who could let you get the money from their account?" "No," replied Larry before quickly adding, "I mean, I have friends, two hundred-thirty-seven of them on Social-Page and a bunch more followers on Insta-Quote, but I don't actually know them." "Well, I don't think I can help you," announced the man. After a brief pause, during which he glanced around the room suspiciously, he gestured for Larry to come closer. Thinking that the odd-looking man might be offering some sort of clandestine solution to his problem, he obliged. When Larry moved closer, the clerk whispered, "I think I know what happened to you and your phone. The government randomly deletes people. It doesn't kill them. It just takes away all of their accounts. I think the government has removed you from the database. If you ask me, it's the same thing as being killed." Larry pulled back. "That's stupid. My phone is broken. There is nothing more or less going on here." As he stormed out of the office, escaping the lunatic, he decided that his best course of action would be to find a phone repair shop. He was in the main station when he realized he had no idea where to find a such a shop. He wandered around the building searching for a directory of local businesses. There was none to be found. Again, the urge to scream was nearly irresistible. "Excuse me," said someone near. "What?" Larry snapped as he turned to face the same older man who had tried to help him earlier. When he realized how angry he must have sounded, Larry took a deep breath before continuing. "I'm sorry. I am having a terrible day and I have a headache. I'm trying to find a place to get my phone fixed." The gentleman shook his head slightly. "No problem at all. I understand your frustration. I believe there is a phone repair store about nine or ten blocks north of here. It's on this side of the street." "Thank you very much." Larry wasn't looking forward to a long hike. He had already reached three-quarters of his daily step goal on his treadmill earlier. With all of his searching about the station, he was certain he was beyond the required number of steps. Of course, he had no way to check his total since his phone was not cooperating. Larry took a couple of steps towards the station exit but suddenly stopped and turned back to the old man. "Oh, one more thing. Which way is north?" The first block or two of Larry's walk seemed very awkward to him. Eventually, he realized why. This was the first time in years that he had walked down a street with his head raised. He always walked with his eyes on the phone. Today, he was seeing the faces of passersby and not just their feet. None of the other people on the street made eye contact with him, however. They were all looking at their phones. Larry was struck by how dull and colorless the street was. For block after block, he passed one gray box-shaped building after another. The only variations from store-front to store-front were the bright video boards by the entrance of each business. The boards would call people by name as they passed by, telling them about the wonders in store for them if they entered. None of the video signs called out to Larry. They were unable to grab his personal information from his phone. He nearly missed the building he was looking for. His phone failed to announce that the destination had been reached. Had the store not called out to some other person about the great deals available on the newest model phone, Larry would not have realized he was at the correct place. Inside, he was quickly approached by a smiling saleswoman. "Good morning, what may I do to help you?" she asked. "My phone is broken. I think it's still under warranty. I need it fixed as soon as possible." "Let's have a look. Follow me." The woman led Larry to a booth in the back of the store. "Go ahead and scan your info." Larry, knowing that it would not work, waved his arm over the scanning device. "Well, that thing seems to be totally dead." A look of surprise replaced the salesperson's pleasant grin. "I've never seen that before. Let me go see if anybody else here knows about this sort of thing." Without another word, she disappeared into a back room. Larry waited impatiently for about fifteen minutes. When she returned, the smile was, once again, plastered to her face. "So, we have three options. None of them are going to be overly convenient for you, however. First, we could schedule surgery to remove your phone and then have it sent in to be repaired. You would probably have to wait a couple of weeks to get the phone back. The other choice is to install a second phone on your left arm. We could probably have that done later today." She paused before continuing. Larry mulled over those two alternatives. "I guess I don't want to have to go without a phone for multiple weeks, but I sure don't want the hassle of another phone. Plus, I would look like some sort of techno-maniac having a phone on each arm. What is the other possibility?" "We could scrounge up a non-implanted phone for you to use until a technician can be called in to repair your current device. I know having an unattached phone is a real pain, but it is the easiest alternative. It allows you to have a phone. Do you need a phone?" Larry's felt his face flush as he snarled, "Of course I need a phone." It seemed to Larry that every conversation he had this day involved him having to inhale slowly to control his temper. "I guess I will take the old-style phone." The saleswoman was still smiling, seemingly unaffected by Larry's angry tone. "I am going to need some information from you so that I can access your account." She handed Larry a pen and a questionnaire. The form was not overly lengthy. It asked for Larry's name, address, social identification number, and some banking details. Larry hoped he had remembered the banking information correctly. He found himself shaking his hand to ease the cramping, He couldn't recall the last time he had used a pen. Eventually, Larry returned the questionnaire to the woman. "Great," she said as she started to enter Larry's data into her computer. "Not great," she said after a short time. "Are you sure you filled out your name and SI number correctly? The computer system is not recognizing you at all." Larry grabbed the paper and verified that he had written the correct name and number. "Yes, that is me." "Excuse me one more time," said the woman as she returned to the back room. Ten minutes later, a large man emerged from the rear of the store. He walked up to Larry and said, "If you're being honest, we have to wait until someone at headquarters can verify your information. There is nothing about you in the computer system. Come back in three days and we should have your info. That is, if you're not trying to pull off some sort of hustle. If you are, you need to leave right now and not come back. Do I make myself clear?" Larry just wanted this day to be over. "OK," he said. "I'll be back. I'm telling the truth and I need to get my phone fixed. But I don't like the way I've been treated. I'll be posting some pretty low ratings on Biz-Star when I get my phone back." He stormed out of the store, realizing that his little tirade probably would not increase his chances of getting his phone fixed by this company. He didn't care. The seventeen-block walk to his apartment did little to improve Larry's mood. He had no way to hail or pay a Share-Car. He was tired and hungry. Without a working phone, he had been unable to purchase any food or drink during his long trek. He had derived a plan to use his old laptop to get hold of his parents even though he had not spoken with them in months. Maybe he could figure out how to send an old-fashioned e-mail. They were old, they might have some real currency. He reached to open the door to his building and nearly broke into tears when the door refused to budge. The scanner adjacent to the door seemed to mock Larry; beeping softly whenever he pulled on the door handle. He sat down on the curb and buried his head in his hands. "Excuse me, I think I can help you," said a somewhat familiar voice. Larry looked up to see the same gentleman he had encounter twice earlier in the day. "May I sit? We need to talk," said the man as he joined Larry on the curb. "You... you're part of all this," accused Larry. "Yes and no," replied the man. "I did not start the events that have transpired, but I can offer a solution. Have you ever heard the rumors that the government randomly deletes the files of people?" "I've heard about it once, from a crazy man." "Apparently, he wasn't all that crazy, because it's true. Well, mostly. The truth is the people are not selected randomly. They choose people who have small families, few close friends, and non-essential jobs. The goal is to create as little chaos as possible when they remove these people." Larry still found the story unbelievable. "Why would they do that?" he asked. "It's a secret. Some think it's to absorb the deleted person's funds, sort of the ultimate tax. Others think it's a punishment for failure to be productive. Maybe the government just does it to make things interesting. Whatever the reason, you are no longer recognized by the world's computers. You, for all practical purposes, do not exist." Larry did not feel any better about his circumstances. He also was still incredibly confused about what was going on. "So, what do you have to do with this?" The man smiled. "When someone is erased, the government tells me. I, or one of my associates, find that individual and offer them an alternative." "What kind of alternative?" "I can take you to a place where it doesn't matter that you have been removed from the grid. Everyone who is removed is offered the same chance. Most end up accepting. Let me take you to the place I am talking about. You can see it for yourself." Larry was far from convinced. "How do I know this isn't part of some con or scheme? How can I trust you?" Again, the man smiled. "You can stay and try to figure out how to survive on your own. You've seen how this day has gone. Maybe you can figure it out. I promise you will have a better life coming with me and being part of our world as opposed to being locked out of this one." Larry continued to search for an alternative. "I could go to the press. I bet if my story was posted on a newsfeed, I could get help." "Possibly. You would not be the first to try. But you still have the option of trying to do that after you check out my sanctuary." "OK, I'll come and take a look. I don't have to stay if I don't like it, right?" The man stood up and offered a hand to help Larry to his feet. "Exactly. Now come with me. My automobile is parked a short distance away." It was nearly a three-hour drive from the city. The man's outdated ethanol-powered car did not have any of the features that new vehicles offered. There was no automatic navigation or GPS instructions. There wasn't a media center to constantly read texts and social posts. Larry and the man spoke very little. The ride was quiet and peaceful. Larry stared out the window and noticed that the landscape had slowly transformed from a dark, gray city to lush green vegetation. He contemplated the events of the day. Why had he been erased? Why did have to be the one selected as the loser of this bizarre lottery? The driver exited the highway and taken a small paved path for the final half-hour of the trip. Larry turned down the window and took a deep breath. He noticed the scent of lilacs in the fresh air. It was then that he realized that, even without his meds, he didn't have a headache. He had not had one since much earlier in the day. When the car stopped in front of a large steel gate, the two men exited the vehicle and approached the compound. The gate swung open as they neared. "Here we are," said the man. He stepped back and watched as Larry looked at the scene beyond the gate. A group of children played on a field of thick green grass. Next to a large wooden home, five young men and women were busy working in a large, bountiful garden. A couple sat, hand in hand, on a swing suspended from the bough of a large tree. Everywhere he looked, Larry saw the beauty of nature and people basking in it. Larry realized he was smiling. Maybe, just maybe, he had won.

#FICTION on the WEB short stories

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captainsbabysitter-blog · 8 years ago

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Space Princesses and Coffee Dates: Ch 2

So there’s probably going to be at least one more full chapter to this. Because @yourtropegirl asked for no smut, I might make an extra chapter at some point that can be read separately for those of you who would like that particular payoff.

First Chapter Here

Pairing: McKirk

Rating/Warnings: E for everyone. Fluff’s ahoy. Maybe some secondhand embarrassment.

Length: 1525 words

Summary: Here’s the date, guys! Enjoy awkward turtle Jim being precious.

The confirming text came a few hours later. ‘Sister said yes. Up for coffee in the morning?’

‘Coffee’s just about the only thing I *am* up for in the morning.’ And so what if he was picturing the way Bones’ eyes crinkled when he chuckled as Jim sent his reply.

He nearly choked on his mouthful of coffee when Len’s answer came back as ‘That’s a shame.’

“You okay, keptin?” Pavel’s voice carried across the room.

“He’s texting that doctor,” Sulu smirked. No one should look that smug when failing to fix an espresso machine. “Sounds like he’s better at flirting than we thought.”

A groan from the Russian preceded a $5 bill being slid across the counter. Sulu’s smug factor ramped up another couple notches as he pocketed it.

Jim tried to find it in himself to be offended. “You placed a bet on that?”

“What else are we going to do?” Sulu shrugged. Quiet curses were immediately followed by a resigned grumble. “Pav call Scotty. This stupid thing won’t work. With any luck, he’ll get in tonight.”

“Have fun with that,” Jim grinned while he tapped away at his phone. “I’m gonna lock up. You have your keys? Ny’s cat buried Spock’s somewhere and he can’t find them. You’ll have to let both of you in in the morning.”

“Yeah, alright,” Sulu waved him off absently, still not entirely content to leave the ill-behaved machine alone. “Have fun on your date. We expect details.”

“A lady doesn’t kiss and tell.”

“Good thing you’ve never been described as ladylike in your life.”

Jim had a good chuckle at that as he hit most of the lights and locked the door behind him.

~*~*~

The next morning was largely spent getting ready. Under normal circumstances, Jim relied almost exclusively on his charm and how good his ass looked in jeans, but something about the way Bones flirted so casually twisted his tongue and his gut in knots while sending his heart thrumming against his ribcage. It had him standing in front of his closet, wide awake and just a little manic, at 6am. Two hours should be long enough to find something to wear, right? His thoughts were interrupted by several rapid-fire alerts from his phone.

‘You’ll be fine.’ Of course Ny would’ve heard. ‘Don’t overthink it and just be yourself.’

‘Nyota has informed me I should wish you well on your date.’

‘She said I should wish you luck, but as I don’t believe in it I saw little point.’

That was the tension break Jim needed. He laughed to himself and sent off a couple quick ‘Thanks, guys’ and turned back to his choices. It was just a coffee date, not dinner out somewhere nice so slacks seemed a bit much. Ass-hugging jeans it was, then. He chewed on his lip a bit as he debated between t-shirt and a button-up.

He snagged his phone from where he’d tossed it on the bed and took a couple pics to send to Uhura. ‘Ny I’m hopeless help?’

‘Oh my god, do you love this guy or something? You’re just going for coffee, right?’

‘Yeah at that café down the street from my place.’

‘Go with the t-shirt, but wear that leather jacket.’

‘Thanks. You’re the best.’

‘I know.’

Once the clothes were laid out on the bed, Jim hopped in the shower. His hair was styled meticulously, toothbrush sticking out of his mouth as his attention waffled between hygiene routines.

Ny knew exactly what she was talking about. Once Jim shrugged the leather jacket onto his shoulders and turned every which way in front of the mirror on the back of his door, he had to admit she was right. The jeans and t-shirt hugged his body nicely and the jacket was just loose enough. Together they looked thrown together enough to be casual for the setting, but definitely good enough to be worn on a date. He ran a hand over his chin just once more to make sure he didn’t miss a spot shaving before he booked it out the door. Just a few minutes to 8; if he left now, he’d make it to the café in time.

Len was leaning against the wall just beside the door waiting for him when Jim finally came up, and the blond felt his mouth run dry; those jeans should be illegal and the way he had the sleeves rolled up and the top couple buttons undone was just downright sinful. He’d let his stubble grow in again, and Jim had to admit the effect was stunning. He enjoyed the view for another couple moments before Len glanced his way and smiled.

“Hey, Bones!” Did he sound as jittery as he thought he sounded? He hoped not. Not when Bones looked cool as a cucumber.

“Morning, Jim.” Len pushed away from the wall as Jim drew closer. “Ready to head in?”

The grin he gave in response was cheeky. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

They put in their orders at the counter and settled themselves at a table on the terrace. The sun was coming up over the trees, and there was a soft bite to the air that said fall was coming. Jim found himself looking around, hands fidgeting and leg bouncing as he struggled to remember any of the roughly fifty million conversation starters he’d thought up since the night before.

Bones didn’t seem like he was about to let that go. He ran his eyes over Jim’s shifting form for just a second before he reached over to snag his hand. “You nervous, Jimmy?”

“Are you not?”

“Honestly? This is the first date I’ve been on since before Jo was born. I think my heart’s about to hop out’ve my throat.”

“Glad I’m not the only one!”

Both of them laughing finally cuts the tension and conversation flows easily. Len asked about how Jim came to own Enterprise Books at such a young age (inherited from his adopted father), Jim asked some questions about his daughter.

“Her mother got primary custody and I let Joss have the house so Jo wouldn’t have to move somewhere different. Us splitting was nasty enough even if she was only a newborn when it was all happening.”

Jim let out a low whistle. “Wow, that sounds rough. If she had primary custody, how’d the munchkin come to live here with you?”

“There was a car accident. Joss was on her way to get Jo from daycare about a year ago and a car drifted into her lane going something like double the speed limit. You got the bookstore from your adoptive dad? What happened to your birth parents?”

“Father died the day I was born, mum didn’t handle it well, and Uncle Frank’s drunk ass was the reason dad won custody without much of a fight. He was one of my father’s army buddies, I guess.”

“And where is he now?”

A slow smile crept to Jim’s lips as he leaned in. “Why? Looking to meet the parents already? Dad retired, his husband is still a doctor.”

“Oh, so you’re just taking after your dad and chasing a doctor, huh?” Apparently two can play the teasing game. Len rested his chin in his hand and ran his eyes over Jim’s form. “Granted, you’d make a perfect trophy husband, kid.”

“Depends. You still in your residency? Can’t afford much of a trophy husband if you are.”

“If I were still in my residency, do you think I’d have so much spare time to hang around the store flirting?”

That startles him a bit. Honestly, Jim hadn’t noticed. “You were flirting?”

Len nodded and took a sip of his coffee, offering up a smile to the girl who came out to refill their cups. “Thanks. And yeah, Jim, I was flirting with you. I think. I’m not great at it, apparently.”

“I’m just oblivious, I guess.”

The rest of breakfast was spent chatting about light topics of interest. Jim found himself falling hard and fast as he listened to stories about Len’s childhood in Georgia, his quick yet difficult skip through his undergrad and med school (seriously, who finishes their residency before 28?), and everything that led him here to San Francisco. In turn, Jim told him about Iowa, his rather impressive track record of runaways and misdemeanors before he even hit his teens, and how he came to live with Chris when he was just shy of 10 years old. Len leaned forward intently as Jim regaled him with the story of how Chris and Phil met.

“They didn’t waste any time, did they?” Len chuckled.

“No, they didn’t,” Jim agreed before he drew his lip between his teeth in thought. “Y’know… Neither should we. If you’re interested, I mean, my place is just down the block…”

He shifted a bit under Len’s suddenly intense gaze. Had he misread the whole situation? Maybe this really was just supposed to be them meeting up as friends and he’d assumed too much.

“Yeah, let’s go.”

Jim blinked at him in surprise. “Really?”

“Lead the way, o captain, my captain.”

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#why does mckirk happen to good people #mckirk #jim kirk #leonard mccoy #tia writes

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msbrightside85 · 7 years ago

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You are unique

Yes, well you know I am! But in China you really are. Some Chinese people have never seen a westerner in the flesh their whole life and so when they see you walking down the street they have no qualms about staring at you. Really staring at you. Like right in the eye. They’re not shy or embarrassed about it. I’ve actually had some people put their own safety at risk while staring at me. Like continuing to walk while staring and the result being walking into the road or onto bumpy ground or almost into another person! I was warned about this before I came out here so it wasn’t such a shock when it started happening, so I would like to issue you guys with the same courtesy.

Of course that being said, it doesn’t mean that some days I don’t feel like shouting ‘WHAT?!!’ but I don’t, or at least I haven’t as yet. Candy was telling me the other day about bad china days and they’re totally a thing when you’re not living in your home country. They happen every now and again when China is just not on your side. So maybe they’ll be a time when I will be pushed to say something but really what is it gonna do anyway? The people staring tend to be the people who don’t speak English so I’d probably be able to get away with it.

Only just today when I started writing this, (I’m in a café - see pic below) a girl around the age of thirteen came up to my table and stood and stared at me. Then her little sister (around four years old) joined her and they both just stood and looked at me. I smiled and said hello and then they disappeared. For all of ten seconds before returning. So I asked their names and the older sister spoke a little English so we had a short conversation and then their mum came over and shooed them away.

A similar thing happened to me and Lizzie a couple of weeks ago. We had gone to a shopping mall straight after work and we were in one of the shops (a Chinese version of Superdrug although the deodorant prices were much more Boots-esque!) and Lizzie told me there was a girl following us. So I turned around and there she was, a Chinese girl around the age of eleven just stood staring at us. So we chatted - Me: Hello Girl: Helo Me: What’s your name? Girl: My name’s Kitty Me: Hello Kitty my name is Rachael and this is Lizzie Kitty: Hello Me: How are you? Kitty: I’m fine thank you and you? Me: I’m great thank you awkward silence and staring … Kitty: Ok bye! Me: Bye

And off she went to inform her Mum and Grandma of the conversation she just had with the two English girls. Lizzie had seen them trying to get her to come and talk to us so that she could practice her English, apparently this is something that happens a lot too. As we left the shop we bumped into her again so we smiled, and just as we were passing her she shouted WELCOME TO CHINA!! and beamed this huge smile. These little things make my day to be honest and it has to be said it is much easier and feels a little more acceptable when children do it as opposed to adults … I’m not sure you’ll ever really get used to that.

However, there was this one time when I arrived in China (it was my first day) and I had decided to go out for a walk to explore the area and as I left the flat, a guy was waiting to go down in the lift (we’re on the 11th floor). He stared at me the whole way. As we got to the bottom he said hello and started asking me questions about where I was from and how long I’d been in China (he found it highly amusing that I’d not even been here for a day!) and he offered to show me the local park and shopping mall. I reluctantly agreed and was careful to stay close to where other people were and keep the conversation light and not too personal (England safety mentality kicking in). But as it turned out I didn’t need to be concerned at all, the guy (whose name I don’t know - it just never came up!) genuinely wanted to practise his English and show the new girl around. I cannot thank him enough, he will never know how helpful it was to be shown around the supermarket and to have the process for buying fruit and veg explained to me at such an early stage in my Chinese experience (of course they were my first purchases … not beer and crisps …). I have only seen him once since and at the time I was rushing to find a bus stop as I was meeting someone so couldn’t stop to talk. I haven’t seen him again but if I do I’ll let you know.

Anyway where was I? Oh yes. As if staring isn’t enough of a shock there’s the photos. People take pictures of you with or without you knowing. It’s only ever happened to me once (that I know of) when me and Candy went to the Lotus Wetlands Park. We were walking along a boardwalk and a few people were walking towards us. One guy stopped right ahead of us, took out his phone, pointed it at us, took a picture and then walked off. So a little piece of me and Candy is somewhere around only god knows where.

Talking of taking pictures without permission …

I know it’s a bit naughty and very hypocritical of me but I couldn’t resist! This girl is sat on the path … in the middle of a small, busy, direct walkway that everyone uses to get down the street. Now come on, is it really sensible?! I think sometimes it’s good job I speak a different language because I do find myself muttering ‘are you joking’, 'cheers buddy’ and other sayings that express my exasperation at some people’s lack of awareness about personal space or general common sense. This has not even been the worst, I have seen cars completely obscuring the walkway too.

Anyway, going back to personal space even Patrick Swayze found himself explaining the basics of space while teaching Jennifer Grey to dirty dance (it was a concept they didn’t stick to for very long however!). But what I’m trying to say is if you do decide to visit be prepared for a little bustling, people coming closer to you than you expect in the street (including people on e bikes, bicycles and in cars!) because it really is a thing here and that’s just the strangers.

It’s a whole other ball game with people you know. With my local teacher colleagues I’ve noticed that once you’re in you’re in. They may take a little while to get to know you but once they’re comfortable with you, it’s both feet in. I’ve never met a group of people, by nature or culture perhaps that are so helpful to the point that they would put themselves out to assist. Now of course I know some super helpful people (big shout out to you all) but it’s almost like here they’re helpful by culture, like en mass. Once you’re friends, they’re offering you food with the expectation you will accept heartily and eat it directly from the chop sticks they’re eating from, they’ll bring food in for you and take no money for it and help you with language issues and general living hurdles that you need to jump through just to survive daily living here in China (believe me it’s a big old list and I’m still ploughing through). For me, it’s wonderful. I’m away from home and I already feel like a successful adoptee and it makes the experience so much easier and more pleasurable to have people around you that you know would help you at the drop of a hat. Of course, they seem continuously surprised when I return the favour because the generosity is apparently only supposed to go one way. But you all know that’s not something I can comfortably live with and so instead of denying their generosity and turning them down, which would be rude and insulting, I simply find another way of repaying their kindness. This is a great feeling because it’s always met with much surprise and appreciation :)

So, returning to personal space for a moment, I have also found this to be affectionately ignored between friends. Now I would consider myself a pretty tactile person but this has definitely caught me by surprise once or twice, like the time when a girl I knew ran at me and threw herself at me fully trusting that I would catch her and put her into a full on 'husband carrying wife over the threshold’ kind of lift! The last time I just about managed to get out of it … next time I may end up in hospital when I put my back out … when I told her this she laughed, settled for a hug and went on her merry way. Oh yes, didn’t mention this all took place at SCHOOL!

My work friends like to braid hair, share food, take Snapchat filter selfies, sing and laugh … yes I know what you’re thinking … it sounds like Rachael would fit in pretty well there and you’d be right. I am definitely guilty of encouraging the chatter, the singing and the laughter in the office. In the midst of some serious lesson planning of course :)

#suzhou #china #foreigner #westerners #staring #photos #kindness #generosity #cafe #ebike #bicycle #cars #personal #space #dirty dancing #support #experience #cute kids #welcome #snap chat

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maldaptivedaydreamer · 8 years ago

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What Now?

DEANxFem!ReaderXZico

Genre: Angst

Word Count:3416

Description: You and dean have been together for several years. He met you through a friend of his sometime after his career took off. You knew what his career would entail but you did’t know how cold he would become after it. What happens when you guys get in a fight and you both say things you probably shouldn’t? What will you do and where will you go? Read to find out.

Inspired by: What Now By: Rihanna

“I live my life like this Tell me how could I miss Giving you everything you deserve You know I be doin' the most While you be back at home I promise baby it could be worse I'm out here gettin' my money Everyday sunny Steez on flame I know, I know Telling my chauffeur "Hurry up and wait" Too too, he be like Too too, time to hit that road Zoom, you on your solo While I'm takin' photos to post Whoo, I know you feel crazy now”

The same lyrics I once sung along with, flowing from his mouth so easily, were now nothing more than an annoyance. He was on stage and I was at home watching from a video stream as usual. They were true though, every ounce of the words he sang, they were true. They stuck in my head and down my spine like darts.

Yea I feel crazy. I feel insane sitting here doing laundry knowing very well when you come home you are just gonna throw your dirty clothes on the floor. I feel crazy when I make you your favorite food and you throw it away or give it to your buddies. When you look at other girls when you are out with me. Blowing me off even in your free time to “work”. For the fact that I still love you.

Girl, I forgot about missin' you Said, I forgot about missin' you I've been too busy out gettin' my yaper I ain't got time to be thinkin' bout you I've been on your mind, true Twenty racks on my wrist Still I ain't got time for you Home girls lookin' at me like "What's up, what's up? What's good, what's good Where you at right now? How long will you be on my side of town?"

I turned off the video unable to deal with it anymore. He wasn’t as bad before. We had hiccups in the beginning like any couple, but sometime after 2 years, he started to just let me go. No more dates, no more cuddling in bed. When I dressed up for him, all I earned was a sidelong glance and an eye roll. When we went out together he wouldn’t show even the smallest amount of skin-ship. Always opting to pay attention to anyone or anything else. He didn’t even care if another man or woman hit on me. It was absurd at this point. I was long past feeling pity for myself. I was fed up and I wasn’t going to hide it tonight.

*Ding* Dean’s Manager: Y/N Dean will be late getting home tonight. Traffic is tight and ‘The Guys’, as he calls it, showed up. Talked on for ages. Looks like they are going to meet up somewhere. You know the deal. Sorry yet again. -x

He hasn’t been home in 6 days and he decides to go out more?! No that’s it! I am so done! You wanna make me feel crazy I’ll show you crazy! You aren’t even on tour!!

Not even bothering to change, I stormed out of the house in my white tank, leggings, and high tops. It was chilly so I at least grabbed a Letterman jacket. I started up my motorcycle and threw on my helmet, taking off into the night, zooming through the city streets. I had a strong idea of where he would be and headed straight for the club downtown. I cut off a few cars and was nearly hit once or twice but I didn’t care; I was on a mission. By the time I reached the club my rage was full blown. I’ve had to come here several times before because of him. Be it for him not coming home on time or some skeezy girl sending me a pic of her and him on his phone. So when the bouncer saw me coming up he only shook his head and opened the door for me. People all throughout Dean’s social life knew about what he was doing to me. It was well known, just not to the media. He was just a kind and seriously talented young artist to them. But we all knew better.

I pushed past the crowds of people and past the bar. Turning down the dark red and purple hallway that led to the private rooms. I was just about to open the door to room 21 (his preferred room) when a familiar face opened it before I could. In front of me stood Zico. At first he was a bit surprised but soon an all-knowing look replaced that.

“I guess I should send him out right?” he asked scratching his neck.

“Either you do or I’ll get him myself; you take your pick.”

“Alright one sec”, and with that he turned around shutting the door. I heard the laughter die down and a few shrill voices make snide remarks. I didn’t care though. I leaned my back against the opposite wall waiting for him. It didn’t take much longer either thankfully. The door opened to reveal him laughing at something someone had said before he quickly shut it and looked up at me with a blank face. He said nothing, only a quirked an eyebrow and crossed his arms, leaning against the door to mirror my pose. I scoffed.

“So you’re not gonna say anything to your loving girlfriend whom you haven’t seen, texted, or even called in nearly a week?”

“I was busy”

“Right. Like always. You know I almost feel like I’m dating your manager with how much I talk to him compared to you.” At that he shifted uncomfortably but I persisted.

“Ya know normally I would just act as I always have and ignored this. But for a year, A YEAR, I have been dealing with this. You EMAILED ME TO PICK UP YOUR DRY CLEANING ON OUR ANNIVERSARY FOR CRYING OUT LOUD AND YOU CAN’T EVEN TEXT ME YOURSELF WHEN YOU ARE GONNA BE HOME LATE?! AM I SOME HOUSE MAID TO YOU?”

My throat was already beginning to get raw but I was only beginning. But he smirked at me. HE FUCKING SMIRKED! Even worse was, despite the smell of alcohol, his gaze was steady and even. He stood up from the door and leaned over me parting his lips into a vicious smile.

“Ha! A maid would be above you. At least they get paid. I know you expect me to feel bad here but honestly you did this to yourself. I mean what did you expect? I’m out here living the dream! Making something of myself! I don’t have time to worry about you all the damn time. You told me to focus on my dream and you understood. You said you could handle this but obviously you can’t handle anything! Hell you wouldn’t be anything without me would you? All you do is follow me around all the time. You’re not special. You’re just another girl in the crowd. Do you even try?”

“Do I even try? DO I EVEN TRY? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? All I fucking do is try for you, you ungrateful shit stick! I cook, I clean, I dress up, and a bite my tongue. I run back and forth thinking about you all the goddamn time and you want to ask me if I even try? NO fuck you! Now you listen to me here Kwon Hyuk. I was going to hear you out tonight. Let you rattle off another half assed excuse and take it for what it was because I LOVED you.”, He flinched, “But I am not going to accept this level of disrespect and abuse. You want to live your dream in peace? Here! Fucking have your peace then! Don’t come back to the fucking apartment! I live off you? I feed off you? I bought the fucking place. I pampered you in every which way I could manage so I am SO FUCKING SORRY IT WASN’T ENOUGH!”

“FINE! GO THEN! I DON’T NEED YOU AND I NEVER HAVE! THERE ARE PLENTY OF OTHER GIRLS WAITING IN LINE TO BE WITH ME AND THEY ARE SO MUCH MORE THAN YOU COULD EVER BE!”

At this point we were in each others faces, dangerously close, feeling each other’s hot breath and cold stares. I could see his fists clenched at his sides as he slowly began popping his knuckles in frustration. He had kept his volume even and relatively low (until the last bit) but I made sure everyone in the room behind him heard me.

Let them think I’m crazy. Let them cover his tracks for him. Let them get tossed to the side like everyone else he uses like this I don’t fucking care anymore.

“Ya know Y/N You’ve really changed”, he said through gritted teeth with narrowed eyes. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

~1 year later~

“Hello Y/L/N Y/F/N? I am calling to inform you that your audition was a success. We at SM Entertainment are happy to welcome you aboard and would like to get started working with you immediately. Can you come in today? We would like to get you adjusted and have a briefing. Training will begin tomorrow at 6am so dress accordingly. Thank you again for auditioning. We look forward to hearing back from you.” *Beeeep*

I had already called back hours ago but was listening to the voice mail again in shock. Pacing around the living room waiting for my friend to come over to celebrate. I had been running errands all day so I didn’t get the call until 20 min after the voicemail had been left. I was so scared they would be mad but they were actually very understanding to my surprise. My grocery bags laid stacked by the door still as I hadn’t even begun to even think of putting them away after I initially played my answering machine. So to say I was startled when a pair of hands gently grabbed me by my shoulders would be a vast understatement.

“OOWAAHHH~!! Oh omo It’s only you thank goodness.”

“Only me? Pshh yea only your bestest friend in the world Zico. Ya know little lady you have quite the privilege to say things like that. Most Idols can’t even call me their best friend.”, he said smirking then bending down to pick up my grocery bags. “Why are you pacing so much anyways? Aren’t you excited? You can finally be almost as dope as me.”

I shoved him lightly, chuckling a bit and shaking my head. Ever since that night when me and Dean fought, Zico has been by my side like glue. He had felt bad, as if it was his fault purely for even introducing me and him to each other. We had been friends for only a month at that time and met up at a club to hang out. But now, after everything had passed, he turned out to be my closest and most trustworthy friend. Though sometimes when we were alone he would say things that upon first glance would seem harmless. But they would never fail to bring an uneasiness to my stomach and make my heart race. I guess somewhere along the way I began to all for him.

“Now you know darn well I am far more dope than you Zi. I mean you can’t compare to my good looks”, I said with a hair flip and a wink. He just laughed with a bright eye closed smile while putting my groceries away; stealing a few grapes too.

“Yea you certainly got me beat there. You’re too beautiful for me to compete with.”

We both nervously laughed with a blush evident on our faces. We did things like this a lot now but neither of us said anything about it. We spent the whole night laughing and talking before settling to watch a movie. I fell asleep about halfway through though and woke up curled into his side with his arm protectively around me. Normally I would’ve been stricken with embarrassment, as red as a tomato, but I was too tired and comfortable to fully process the situation. When I next woke I was wrapped in a blanket with a note next to me

. “Sorry Y/N for skipping out like this. I had to get to the studio to work on some new stuff. You looked to cute asleep in my arms so I couldn’t possibly wake you. I left a coffee for you on the counter though. Don’t be late to your first day! Knock’em dead! Fighting! -Zi” I smiled with a long forgotten feeling bubbling in my chest. Zico was always doing little things to make me smile and surprise me. I grabbed the coffee, sipping it while it still was warm, and got ready to head out for the day. After a few months I had already begun working on a demo album. Zi and I finally talked about our friendship and each other and begun dating. Tonight we were going out to celebrate. Nothing too serious though, just a walk through the city at night with delicious street food and lots of jokes. The stars were bright over head and I was the happiest I had been in a while. That is until I bumped into the last person I’d ever want to see.

“Oh I am so so sorry sir! Are you-” “Y/N?”

“Uh-..”, I slowly lifted my bowed head and peered into the unmistakable dark eyes that once looked at me with tenderness and love; now holding nothing more than emptiness. Zi pulled me into his side protectively while watching his “friend” closely. It was common news that me and Zi were close but no one knew yet that we were dating. But Dean was far too smart for that and new immediately upon looking at us.

“Ah so you are Idol hopping now eh? Heh can’t go very long without clinging to someone can you now Y/N”, he laughed but it was drained. He looked behind him as a small girl came running up to him. She smiled innocently at us, and I felt bad for her, knowing she knew nothing of how he was with women.

“I’m sorry. You’re Dean right? Wow! Never thought I’d meet you! Well good bye!”, I said quickly. He didn’t deserve my time, and I wasn’t going to sour Zi’s or that girl’s night because Kwon was immature. I turned and left him, along with any pain or regret, behind me. I worked my ass off for years, exercising, taking singing and dance lessons. We released my first solo EP and I even did a few songs with Idols like Baekhyun, J-min, and of course my best friend Zico. Before I knew it I was nominated for Rookie Of The Year and was going up to perform my most popular cover so far. Zi would of course be in the crowd cheering me on along with the rest of the competing idols in the industry. I had made many friends along my way, including members of TWICE and Sistar. My closest female friend so far now though was Jessica. We’ve known eachother for 2 ½ years now and she has really encouraged and inspired me up until this very moment.

The lights dim, the crowd hushes, and I make my way to center stage in secret. Im dressed in a midnight blue high-low dress with my hair curled loosely. All I see when the lights go up is silver twinkling around me. I take a deep breath, letting my body role with the music around me, and I let myself become lost in the emotion.

I been ignoring this big lump in my throat I shouldn't be crying, tears were for the weak The days I'm stronger, know what, so I say That's something missing Whatever it is, it feels like it's laughing at me through the gla** of a two-sided mirror Whatever it is, it's just sitting there laughing at me And I just wanna scream

“Dean! I missed you so much! I made your favorite dinner! “Mhm thats nice” “Dean do you wanna go out tonight? We haven’t been out in months and i wa-” “Not now Y/N! Can’t you see I am busy?”

What now? I just can't figure it out What now? I guess I'll just wait it out What now? Ohhhh what now? I found the one he changed my life But was it me that changed And he just happened to come at the right time I'm supposed to be in love But I'm not mugging

“Hey Y/N you haven’t talked to anyone in a few weeks, are you ok?” “Yea Zi I’ll be fine I just need some time” “Does time include me coming over with your favorite movie and treat?”

Whatever it is, it feels like it's laughing at me through the gla** of a two-sided mirror Whatever it is, it's just sitting there laughing at me And I just wanna scream

I locked eyes with Dean in this moment. But I continued on strong, never hesitating. I let my eyes and voice carry my story along each note. I poured out all that I had held in for so long.

There's no one to call cause I'm just playing games with them all The more I swear I'm happy, the more that I'm feeling alone 'Cause I spent every hour just going through the motions I cant even get the emotions to come out Dry as a bone, but I just wanna shout What now? I just can't figure it out What now? I guess I'll just wait it out What now? Somebody tell me What now? I don't know where to go I don't know what to feel I don't know how to cry I don't know ow ow why I don't know where to go I don't know what to feel I don't know how to cry I don't know ow ow why I don't know where to go I don't know what to feel I don't know how to cry I don't know ow ow why So what now?

I finished up my performance and switched to one of my more upbeat originals. It was actually a song about love and friendship and I danced along the stage with all the energy I could manage. I even ripped of the train of the dress that trailed behind me in a dramatic flourish. In this moment I was like a phoenix. In this moment I was strong and reborn. I had come so far and I wasn’t about to stop. I passed Dean after my performance. He was on his way up to announce the next set of awards but he stopped in front of me and opened his mouth to say something to me first.

“You really were something out there Y/N.”, he said with a wry smile but then turned to glare, “does everything you do have to be about me?”

If I wasn’t feeling so bold my mouth would’ve dropped. Instead I straightened my back, folded my arms, and looked him dead in the eye.

“You know Dean I get the feeling you are threatened by me. You said before I would never be anything without you and yet here I am proving you wrong. Nothing is about you anymore and you can’t stand it can you? Now you see how much better off I am without you. How talented and truly amazing I am. And how cowardly you really are.”

“You make it out like I was really that bad to you. This is what it’s like when you are famous. You’ll see Y/N”

“No I won’t. Because I am not you. And I will never do what you did to me to Zi. He loves me and I love him and we go miles for each other. And you run from girl to girl, never satisfied, and always lonely. You said you forgot about missing me? Said you didn’t have time to think about me. Even though you knew all I thought about was you? Well Kwon I have one final question for you.”, I shifted on my leg and cocked a hip, narrowing my eyes at him. “What now?”

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