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sorchathered · 5 months ago

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Let’s do IT for our country

Pairing- President!Robert “Bob” Floyd x reader

Warnings- smut smut and more smut, breeding kink, language, mentions of pregnancy, us politics, I think that’s it?

Summary- Robert Floyd had never wanted to be the president, but here in the Oval Office on inauguration night with his First Lady? He could get used to nights like this.

A/N- It’s that time again! Another IBFFM, but this time with an older version of our sexy WSO. Mr. President is about 45 here, his First Lady is in her mid 30’s.

Also it’s @bobgasm ‘s birthday present!! Happy birthday to my precious Steph, love you so much baby!!

For as long as he could remember, Robert Floyd had been told he would be great.

His family name was synonymous with the likes of Kennedy and Roosevelt, the Floyd’s were some of the most influential in political history, and with that came high expectations. You must go to a prestigious college, you must serve your country (whether that be as a civil servant or military member), and you must marry the right kind of person. They talked about it as if they were breeding horses, and it never made any sense to him, so long as he found someone kind and supportive all of the bullshit that his family expected mattered very little to him. He would tick off whatever boxes they wanted, but it would be on his own terms.

He went to the US Naval Academy after high school, refusing to hop onto the Ivy League lifestyle his grandfather so desperately cherished. Moving on to aviation as a WSO and then becoming one of the top 1% in the country in his field. It was a distinguished career to be sure, but he’d been adamant that he had no interest in pursuing a political career, and certainly not the presidency.

He still wasn’t sure what had brought him to this point, or how he’d somehow managed to bag his dream girl in the process. A feisty junior senator from Delaware, good family, strong morals and drop dead gorgeous to boot, you’d been his match in every way. Sure you had hated his guts, he was the golden boy and you had dealt with his kind your whole life. But after a particularly long day in the senate he’d asked you to dinner, and while you’d had half a mind to tell him no the prospect of a free meal wasn’t worth passing up. So in a dingy dive bar with greasy burgers and cheap beer, you took a chance on him and fell ridiculously in love.

Four years had passed since you’d both sat in the creeky wooden booths of that shitty bar, and it felt simultaneously like yesterday and a lifetime ago. His family had pushed him into politics and while he had been adamant in the beginning that he would never pursue the presidency, the world had changed dramatically since he first refused the mantle. He may have hated the pageantry of it all, but at his core he truly did want to help people, and they certainly took notice. He’d run a clean and honest campaign with his best girl by his side, and won in a landslide. Everything moved very quickly from Election Day to Inauguration Day, it almost felt like he had blinked and he was here, wandering the halls of the west wing after skipping out on the last two of 10 gaudy inaugural balls he’d been forced to attend. He’d been going since sunrise and still couldn’t seem to get the jitters under control so he could rest; he suspected it would be quite a while before that feeling went away. Shaky hands moved to open the door to the Oval Office, completely renovated and designed by his beautiful wife to fit his style and personality, you’d made sure he would want for nothing, he’d be spending so much time in this room and it seemed only logical to make it a calm and safe space for him and his thoughts. It felt so much like his office at home, even down to the worn leather chair and the soft scent of sandalwood and tobacco from the candles you bought because it reminded you of him. You had told him you’d be heading to change and wouldn’t be gone long, he had plans to unwind with a bottle of bourbon and maybe a game or three of checkers, but as you slipped into the spacious and hallowed room belonging to the commander in chief, he nearly jolted out of his skin. There you were, his First Lady, in a skimpy little silk robe, intricate updo long gone in favor of soft curls, and the adorable little fuzzy cat slippers that he’d bought you for Christmas.

“Good evening Mr. President” you said with a smirk as you locked the door and padded over to his desk. You’d chosen well, the beautiful mahogany writing table had belonged to Theodore Roosevelt, and while it hadn’t been used in many a president’s term, you had made sure it was painstakingly restored and ready for his first day. Now that you were here, all he could seem to think of is how much fun it might be to test the sturdiness of the surface, perhaps he did need to blow off a little steam after such a stressful day…

“Sweet girl, you do realize there’s cameras everywhere right?” He said as you pushed his chair back just enough to fit between his thighs, very gently sitting on the edge of the antique escritoire. This desk had seen many a scandal, so many historical events, and you were quite sure she should handle the weight of what you had planned next.

“Already got that covered, Phoenix is on surveillance right now, you can go ahead and go dark Nat!” You said in the general direction of where they’d mentioned cameras were placed, a notification on your phone let you know she’d confirmed that the two of you had thirty minutes all to yourselves and you broke out in a blinding grin as you leaned forward to press a kiss to Bob’s jawline. The sharp intake of breath and his hands immediately going to your hips let you know he’d need this just as much as you, it had been embarrassingly long since the two of you had been together, and you filed away the notion that you would need to make sure you had the right security in play to make quickies like this a regular occurrence, policy be damned.

You’d drawn his lips to yours as you untied his tie and began unbuttoning the front of his dress shirt, his hands had drifted to palming your ass as he licked the seam of your mouth, a gasp from you was all he needed to slide his tongue against yours, squeezing you a little more roughly and all but pulling you into the plush office chair.

“Fuck I missed you,” he breathed into your mouth, you’d nearly gotten his dress shirt removed when he slotted his knee between your legs, large hands gripping the back of your thighs as he placed you back on the desk, this time swiping whatever loose papers off the top and sending them cascading across the plush carpet that held the presidential seal. You squealed and giggled, watching with rapt attention as he removed his dress shirt and exposed the defined freckled skin of his arms, pulling his undershirt off with less finesse as it joined the pile of papers on the floor. “I’ve never found a president to be sexy until just this moment, I have to admit, you look damn good in this office, sir” you said as you leaned back on your palms and ogled him, heat crept up his cheeks and chest at your praise, but his eyes had darkened at the honorific, you knew exactly what you were doing to him, and he could feel his dress slacks getting uncomfortably tight as you ran your bare feet up and down the back of his legs.

“You wanna be a good girl for me Madame First Lady? Let me lay you out and devour you where anyone could walk in?” His voice grew impossibly deeper and you let out a whimper in response, shifting to try and get some relief. You did want that, you wanted it so badly you could scream, it was the very thought of being dirty and unladylike for the man you loved that had you so hot and bothered, and he trailed one long finger down your sternum to remove your robe, fire in his eyes as he opened the sash and found you completely bare for him.

“Goddamn it, should have known you’d do this, you know exactly how to wind me up don’t ya? Whole world wants to know how to bring me to my knees and all they’d have to do is weaponize you and this perfect pussy.” He was completely fixated on your arousal glistening between your legs, and while normally you’d let him take his time, you knew it wouldn’t be long before some aid or agent came by to make sure he had everything he needed for the evening. If they only knew.

“Bobby, please? Don’t have a lot of time baby” you said as you squirmed on the polished wood and searched for some kind of relief. He seemed to snap out of his haze as lust clouded eyes fixed on yours, letting his index finger trail down your stomach and through your folds, watching your head fall back and chest heave at his teasing.

“Need to hear you say it sweet girl, you know what I want.” You blushed in earnest, he loved how dirty you could get, but that had always been behind closed doors in the comfort of your own home, you’d be mortified if anyone heard some of the things you’d said in the throes of pleasure; but it was his big day after all. If he wanted it, you’d give him the moon.

“Need your mouth on me Daddy, want you to make me cum and then fuck me with your big dick. Please? Please give it to me, ‘s been too long, fuck - I-“ you babbled at him as he continued to rub that one long finger up and down, it was maddening and had you choking on your words, thankfully he didn’t make you wait, spreading you open and pressing two fingers into you as he leaned forward and wrapped his lips around your clit. The relief was immediate, you moaned out into the empty room as he went to work on your aching pussy, drawing tight circles with this tongue as he scissored his fingers inside you. It had been weeks and he knew he’d need to get you ready, but he couldn’t help but feel like he was going insane over the little noises you made and the iron grip you had on his hair, tugging at his scalp as you bucked up into his pretty face to search for your release.

It was startling how fast he got you there, you were certain you were dripping down onto the desk now, wet smacks and moans coming from between your thighs as you peeked down to look at his deep cerulean eyes. He was too damn good at this and he knew it, had the audacity to wink at you as he nibbled on your clit and with a gasp you came all over his face, watching as he wiped his mouth with his arm and smirking like the cocky bastard he was. He controlled the entire free world now, but he would still consider it his greatest accomplishment that he could render his pretty wife to a babbling needy mess with his tongue. Disheveled looked good on you, blush spread across your cheeks and chest, hair a mess, and your release all over your thighs from what he intended to be one of at least three mind blowing orgasms.

You looped your heavy arms around his neck and kissed him languidly, you didn’t seem to be as worried about the time anymore and for that he was thankful. He wanted to take his time, and if somebody walked in they would find out very quickly to knock, he couldn’t give a shit about anything other than getting his cock inside you.

You knew the rule all too well; no visible marks. It had been that way from the very beginning, which was unfortunate because you wanted so badly to mark his pretty neck up and make sure everyone knew he was yours, but the compromise was that you could leave them anywhere below the collarbone, so as he fished for the condom he’d stashed in his pocket (hoping to end the night just like this), you licked down his neck and began nibbling on the flesh of his pecks, sucking a nipple into your mouth and looking up at him as his jaw went slack. “Oh Christ, you gotta stop that baby or we’ll be finished before we even get started” he panted out and tried not to buck up into you, the hand gripping your thigh was sure to leave a mark but you couldn’t give a shit, there was something so powerful in being able to bring the most powerful man on earth to his knees, and even better knowing that he was insatiable for you.

“Then fuck me Mr. President, and you don’t need that condom either. I think you should put a baby in me, fill me up so good that I’m dripping with you all day tomorrow.” You grinned at him but he looked completely debauched, he ran a hand through his graying sandy locks and blinked down at you, almost at a loss for words.

“You little minx, you’ve been just waiting all day to drop that on me haven’t you? Need me to cum in that pretty pussy and get you good and knocked up? Fuck you’d think it was my birthday or something, I don’t know how I got it so good.” He said as he spread you out and ran his hands all over you, you were whimpering and grinding into him and he was sure he’d pass out if he was any harder, slipping himself out of his briefs and sliding his length through your slick. You were trying hard to be quiet, sure it was late but there was bound to be someone on watch, Bob gripped your chin as he slid into you and kissed you sloppily, all teeth and tongue and moans, shallow thrusts to get you ready turned rough when you sucked his bottom lip and pushed your hips up to take him to the hilt. You gripped the front of the desk behind your head and let him pound you into it, the need for quiet long forgotten as you alternated between crying out and calling him daddy.

It didn’t take him long before he was close, the aftershocks of your second orgasm seemed to keep him gripped so tight that he could barely think straight, he was furiously rubbing your clit to get you there again as he watched tears drip down your flushed cheeks, he’d never forget tonight for the rest of his life. Not all the fanfare, not even the immense weight of the mantle he was about to take, but this moment right here, wrapped up in his gorgeous wife as he fucked her silly in the Oval Office. You wailed out “I’m cumming” as you gripped him tight with your pulsing heat and he tumbled over the edge right along with you, warming you from the inside out as he filled you up.

You cradled his sweaty form in your arms as you both came down from your high, giggles erupting from him as it really set in what you two had done.

“Ah shit, well everyone’s gonna know that we can’t keep our hands to ourselves after this, I imagine the press will have a field day.” He kissed your nose as you grinned at him, both of you still joined together but neither of you ready to separate.

A loud ring came from his phone and it sent a jolt through both of you, wide eyes trained on his as he leaned forward and grabbed it off the hook. His eyes were full of mirth as he nodded his head once, twice and bid them goodnight, pinching your cheek with his free hand before hanging up.

“What was that all about?” You said, trying to push him up so you could get decent and off his desk.

“That was Nat, she said we need to hurry the hell up before me going MIA causes a national emergency.” He was joking of course, but the secret service agents at the door couldn’t look either of you in the eye as you shuffled down the hallway with Bob’s hand in yours, and it was no surprise to anyone when you turned up pregnant by the state of the union.

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kobedivision · 1 year ago

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Amidst the darkness of the night looming over the city of Kobe, as quiet as the autumn’s wind, a certain vehicle with its color as black as the starless sky had finally made a stop in front of Sano residence. Once when an older man in a dark-colored suit walked out with something carried in his arms, he reached the front door and soon raised his hand about to ring the doorbell

…But was just being held back by a certain figure who somehow sneakily followed him out of the car.

“Whoopsie~ My dear Chishio-san, I suggest not to do that if I were you.”

The night was quite dark, so it was hard to describe the details of that mysterious figure tagging along with the seasoned assistant from Nara Division.

“And what did you expect me to do above just standing here and letting us freeze to death because there is no one out to retrieve our presents?”

Chishio scowled at his uninvited companion. However, being unbothered by the older man’s piercing glare, the figure beside Chishio was just letting out a soft chuckle. Grinning wide like one character from a certain children’s book, they pretended to put their only free hand near to their ear.

If one listened close enough, one would find some noise coming from the inside of the house. It was the noise of two people…busying themselves with some kind of activity. Well, for whatever sake. Let’s just not describe what they’ve heard there.

“Hmm~ Aren’t they seem a bit busy at this moment? Oh my~ If you didn’t hear it then how about I provide the exclusive dub for you? Aa—”

“No, stop your bullshit right there. Make any sinful voice of yours again and I might accidentally put a cap in your head for real.”

Mercilessly cutting down his companion’s antics and ignoring their infectious giggles afterwards, Chishio’s mind went back to his own thoughts as he laid down the presents with a card saying ‘Happy Birthday’ into the mailbox not further away, in hope that the birthday owner will find them later in the morning.

Inside the present box were the wireless elf earbuds and some sweet konpeito contained in the bottles.

After getting back to his car, Chishio then recalled the time when those weird children in his young master’s team said at one point that they wanted to relay their greetings to every division at least once.

What a nonsensical fad. If they did the further investigation into some divisions, there were not only a few out there with somewhat vicious background. Maybe that one little shit he has encountered in Minato was right...

Even if he wasn’t the part of the official members, his existence was still needed for his young master’s team after all.

— Much, MUCH Later —

“Wake up, shithead.”

Kaiji grunted as he opened one eye, glaring up at his little brother as Nagisa stared down at him with a frown. Blinking his eyes, and now fully awake, the snow haired male sat up and stretched, not at all bothered by the satisfying ache in his body or the fact that his entire body from the neck down was covered in bruises, bite marks, scratches, and dried up blood amongst other…fluids. He also noticed that a blanket was covering his private area and that he was alone with the exception of Nagisa, it was then that it all came back to him, Touya visiting, the gifts, the pills, the sex, god, the sex was amazing.

Speaking of which…

“Where’s Touya?” Kaiji asked and Nagisa shoved the box in his lap, his eyebrow twitching as he glared at his brother.

“Back to Katsushika, you know he has a curfew and I had to wake him up to make sure he got back home in time, nearly had my fucking throat slit.” Nagisa grumbled, slightly sitting on the arm of the couch, Kaiji paid him no mind as he inspected the box in his lap. “Anyways, when I walked him to the door, that was waiting outside, it was from Nara, didn’t know you had fans over there.”

Kaiji scoffed, already opening the gift and pulling out the contents. “I have fans everywhere, dumbass, but this isn’t from a fan, it’s from the team in Nara, they’ve been making rounds in the other division, specifically on people’s birthdays, it’s a little weird but goddamn do they give some awesome gifts.” The white haired male popped a piece of konpeito in his mouth, humming delightedly at the flavor. Nagisa shrugged, somewhat disinterested. “Neat, I guess, also how many teams are in this competition? Seems like there’s a new city joining in every month.”

“I can’t tell you the exact number but there’s a lot and I heard that two more are planning to join next year.” Kaiji fiddled with the earbuds, seemingly not concerned with more competition.

“You don’t seem all that worried, aren’t you afraid of losing? The more teams that join, the harder it’ll be to determine a winner, if there’ll be one.”

Kaiji shrugged. “I personally could not give a shit. If everyone wants to claw and kill each other, then so be it, that’ll mean just less people to get in the way between my darling and I.”

There was a moment as Nagisa looked at his brother with an unreadable expression which caused Kaiji to frown and glare at him, ignoring the feeling of his skin crawling. “What.” The cosplayer called out. “What’s that look for?”

Nagisa looked away, mindlessly picking at his clothes. “It’s nothing…”

Thank you for the gift!

#hypmic #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic #hypnosis mic oc #hypnosis microphone #kaiji sano #nagisa sano #nara division #happy birthday kaiji 2023 #gift

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countlessrealities · 2 years ago

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Morty's birthday asks || @mcltiples sent:

On the doorstep of the Smith's house, a mysterious package would lay there. Just a simple cardboard box. Once opened, there would be several items. Some souviniors from Boob World (A cup and a T-Shirt), a few rare gem stones laid about (iridescent, yellow and blue colored ones), and a few artifacts that looked ancient but were obviously from different dimensions.

Along with it all came a note.

'You didn't think I would forget it was your birthday? I know it's been a long time, you probably don't even remember me, or even know me at all. Not with that replacement living with you. But, trust me, I've been thinking about you for a long, long time. After all, you are my only grandson. ---- Grandpa'

{ To Morty from Weird Rick >:D }

All in all, the day had gone well.

His extremely early morning adventure with Rick hadn't gone exactly as planned, since the dwellers of the alien planet they had travelled to had ended up chasing after them because, apparently, they had offended them. How, Morty still hadn't understood it, but apparently it had been bad enough to be condemned to be pushed into an active volcano.

They had gotten away with it, of course, even if Rick had used one of his bullshit excuse not to open a portal to allow them to escape the easy way. In the aftermant, the teen had wondered if it had all been done on purpose because, despite how much he had bitched at his grandfather once they had been back in space, he couldn't deny that the shot of adrenaline had been invigorating. Especially because it was also to be said that those aliens wouldn't have been a danger, not even if they had actually managed to catch them.

He had spent the morning dozing off in class, as he usually did whenever he couldn't get more than a couple of hours of sleep, and then he had spent the rest of the day in his room, playing videogames and reading.

Since it was a week day, the family had had a birthday dinner, complete with presents and cake to wrap it up. Jerry's present had been the same lame package of socks and underwear he got him every year, while Beth had gotten him some book about studying methods.

Summer's gift had been the only cool one. A special kind of fidgeting cube that also vibrated when squeezed, thus acting as a anti-stress toy.

Morty noticed the package set outside of the main door by chance, or at least, so it had seemed. He had been hanging around in the kitchen, waiting for Rick to get out of the garage so they could head off for their nightly trip, and his gaze had randomly fallen out of the window, spotting the cardbox he was sure hadn't been there when he had looked ten minutes before.

Of course, curiosity had instantly prevailed and he had gone to investigate. He had still taken a moment to make sure that the package wouldn't have exploded and that no toxic substance would have come out of it once opened, and then he had started to rummage inside, his eyes growing a little wider with every object he found.

At first, all he felt while going through the presents was awe. The souvenirs were the ones he had hoped to get since the first time Rick had taken him to Boobworld. They were special, limited editions, linked to one-in-a-lifetime events that had taken place on the planet. The gems were gorgeous, their reflections so captivating that they made it hard for him to look away. And the artefacts...He wasn't sure of what they were supposed to be or what they were for, but the arcane vibe they carried fascinated him.

He noticed the note as the very last thing, but the moment he picked it up and started to read it, the excitement and the wonder that had been lighting up his expression quickly fell away, replaced by much different emotions.

Shock, fear, dread, and also something else he couldn't name. A tight knot in his stomach, cold and uncomfortable to the point that it was making him nauseous.

"R-R-R..." He tried to call out, as he scrambled backwards, away from the cardbox, as if his worst nightmares had suddenly burst out of it. And, in a way, that was exactly what had just happened.

That Rick...He knew what he liked, what mesmerised him, what made him curious. Did it mean that he had been watching him, despite what his Rick had said? Or was this all a ploy? A way to turn him into a pawn he could use to mock and shove around the one guy who had spent his whole life trying to find him? Was he being used to convey a sick joke or...

I've been thinking about you for a long, long time. My only grandson.

"RICK!"

The scream finally burst out of his tight chest, loud and horrified, and the next moment Morty had shot on his feet and rushed inside to get the scientist. More to seek out comfort and ground himself than because he thought that Rick could have used the objects to locate his biological grandfather.

In all his panic, however, he failed to notice that he was still gripping at the note, the sweat of his palm wetting the ink and causing him to stain his skin. A mark, a threat, a promise.

And, somewhere among the stars of a different galaxy, of a different dimension, someone was savoring every second of that show, every molecule of that smeared brand.

#[ ic :: Morty ]#[ ic :: event ; Morty's birthday ]#&& Prime/Weird Rick #[ v. Forever a hundred years ; main verse :: Morty ]#mcltiples #[[ and let's end this with a not so happy note >:) ]]#[[ because I'm EVIL and yeah this is how I'm ending Morty's bday event u-u ]]#[[ Sorry...I'm really not sorry x'D ]]#[[ this ask was pure (evil) genius and perfect to balance the fluff I've been writing xD ]]#[[ sorry Morty you can't be fully happy even on your bday -shrug- ]]

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captainjamesjoneshook · 1 month ago

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Day 13: What's In Your Closet? - James' Jewelry Box

Earrings:

Knot studs: these are significant because they were his first pair! they were what the person who pierced his ears recommended and picked out with him. they were what he wore around for the first few months while the piercings healed over. and they haven't got lost along the way.

Gold Hoops: every girlie (gender neutral) needs some gold hoops. these were a gift for his birthday from one of his buddies. and it was just a different gift to what everyone else was getting him that year that it stuck out and felt a little bit deeper to him. also were his second pair ever so it was just nice to have that change of pace before he got a job to buy his own stuff

Silver chunky hoops: these bad boys are just his comfy go to's. they're his brother in arms. his best friends. apart of the 'james jones ii' starter pack. you're the most likely to see him with these in because while he does have more, he's also a lazy bitch who doesn't change them out a lot. which means, yep, they were what he was wearing when papa bit it and the crocodile bit HIM.

Stars: his special occasion earrings. the ones he think are fancy and would wear when HE wants to feel fancy. so like to a prom or opening night of the summer play/musical (since i am now forcing him to have played percussion/help with audio for those things), or when he played for some gig or something.

Rings:

Toy rings: the firsts! i hc'd that Hook got james like a packet of plastic treasure bullshit after a teacher didn't chose him to pick out of the treasure box, despite everyone else getting to do it over the course of the semester/year/whatever. so he got his own, and i imagine it included a bunch of plastic/squishy rings that were big and chunky. and james adored them, wore them all the time, and handed them out to his buddies or kids who looked like they needed them lmfao. so these were like his primers to actual rings later on in his time line. but he kept a few and def still wears them out on the town in the present. especially these days, there's probably one always on his hands because it's a good memory of his dad :(

Silver band: another just classic piece of jewelry that's easy to have and put on and not have to worry about. another brother in arms, that's been with him through the thick of it and the thin of it. just something he puts on and feels a little more like himself since it's been in his life and on his finger for ages.

Onyx Gold: this one is one he found in Scat Cat records one day while cleaning up. asked the boss and other co-workers but no one ever claimed it. kept it in the lost and found, where he would check on every time he came in for a shift to see if it was still there. after a few months, when they were cleaning stuff out, he was told he could keep it. just something that he wanted really badly and got to have it after pining away for it for so long. he was just grateful it wasnt haunted or cursed

Skull with star eyes: i will sAAAY he has a lot like this guy. the big chunky gaudy ones that don't seem practical in any sense other than being obnoxious since they take up like the whole bottom part of the finger up to the first knuckle. but that's why he loves them <3 because they're obnoxious, like him. ANYWAY, this one in particular is his go to guy because he saw it when he went to the store for something completely different and just had to have it. one of those, "i didn't find this, it found me," moments.

Skull band: as much as james hates being a medium, is is not lost on him that he enjoys the skull motif <3 but it's punk rock!!! anyway, this one gets points because it was given to him during a show he was playing as a favor for a friend whose drummer was sick and they needed someone to fill in. james was like, "i dont want money for this, all i want is a meal, to not have to drag my kit in on my own, and that ring." and all these needs were met. so it reminds him of that night as well as his friend.

Bracelets/Wrist Wear:

Friendship bracelets/Wrap bracelets: james has a bunch of these kinds of bracelets around because he makes them and gives them to his buddies or whoever. he learned to make them at an early age because i imagine one of his friends had the kit and he just got obsessed with it. i also imagine other people gifted him some back that he loooves. tho some may have gotten lost to the recent hospital visit where they probably snipped them off :( rip

Concert/festival bracelets: probably gone now since the hospital probably took them as well BUT there was always one on his wrist that he would keep on for as long as he can. even if it is tattered and demolished, water logged, ready to just rip off, he will keep that bitch on for as long as possible. both because he is lazy and also because it reminds him of the cool thing he went to!

Leather bracelet: this is the 'i don't leave home without this or i feel naked' bracelet. like the classic earrings or ring, this is his signature bracelet. if you see him a lot and know him, if one day he popped up and WASNT wearing this bracelet you'd be like, "something's different about you...omg i can see your wrist!!!" it's just significant at this point because it has withstood the test of time and him being an idiot

Leather strings bracelet: this one was a gift he got in a secret santa but never did find out who his secret santa was. so thank you mysterious santa, you'll always be famous.

Watch: i wrote this detail about him have a shitty plastic watch in the thread with mim, and wanted to include it here! it's a significant item because it also has stuck around since he was a kid and he got it out of a cereal box, but he wanted a watch because he saw his dad had the pocket watch and wanted to have something similar of his own.

Necklace:

Pentacle Necklace: he deffo has more than one necklace, but this is the only one that he never leaves the house with and rarely, if ever, takes off. it'll sit under his shirt and sweater most of the time since it's something he wears for himself rather than to showcase to other people. it was his mom's. besides his magick and hair texture and skin tone and other genetic markers, it's one of the only things he has of her besides like pictures and that sort of thing. he had found it when he was being a pesky kid looting his dad's stuff and stole it to wear. when his dad saW it, he didn't actually blow up and was just like, "keep that safe or else." and he does. what neither of them know is that it's actually had some residual magic from the charm avani got a sorcerer to put on it to keep her from getting possessed! but since it's been so long, who knows how long that enchantment has lasted... much to think about.

#swynwrimo

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sauntering-down · 1 year ago

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another small dream compliation

as usual, pulled from my discord chat with Mary...

had a dream where i was at some kind of huge school scavenger hunt at an event just called 'Fest'. the clues were extremely vague and confusing and i think we were supposed to be finding gems, but my team searched the entire massive library and couldn't find anything... also everyone had these little fabric "bombs" of colored powder you could throw at other teams to attack them and steal their gems, so we all looked like we'd just come from a Holi celebration or something... it wasn't too vivid but it WAS kinda cool lol

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had an absolutely terrible dream. i was at my junior high and found out very suddenly we were going on a field trip, which seemed extremely weird as we were boarding the bus right after 12 and school ended at 2:15 iirc... but the bus only drove us down the street to this building in the woods. and that sounds super sinister but it was a planetarium of some kind?? couldn't tell you for sure as we never DID anything there, we were just turned loose in the gift shop lmfao. and this shop was 1. huge and 2. FULL OF COOL SPACE STUFF. like immediately when we went in this girl Jamie and i saw a white hoodie printed with stars and constellations and, for some reason, bears, and we went WANT, instantly started looking for one that'd fit. she finally found one that wasn't XXXXXXXXXS, but i did not... and then she and another girl made fun of me, so i was sad. also because i hadn't realized we had the trip, i didn't have much money with me. went wandering around looking at all this COOL SPACE STUFF - shirts and books and backpacks and posters and so much other stuff and i wanted Many Things, but i couldn't afford much and i was so disappointed about that hoodie... i walked around for so long and finally left without buying anything and everyone else was gone? there was no bus??? i was concerned.jpg but finally a bus came... apparently they'd left me behind and didn't realize until they got to school and had to send the bus back... which made me feel even better. sigh. terrible dream, truly.

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k so. don't remember a good portion of my batshit insane dream - at the beginning there was some kind of war going on around me that i mostly ignored in favor of hanging around a dormitory and stalking some dude. and then i was at my old house, opening up my mom's SUV, and on the passenger side was a big box with a ginormous gun in it. this was apparently my birthday present, and i was inexplicably thrilled, spent a good few minutes messing around before deciding hey, maybe i shouldn't mess around with this bigass loaded rifle thing in the middle of my crowded suburb - at least until i know how to use it properly!! so i went searching for the instruction manual, which was also in the box but needed to be unlocked via my mp3 player. no, idk how that worked. anyway, i'm sitting there reading this manual next to the car when two people walk up. they're both carrying big cages with a MASSIVE cat in each one. the woman tells me these are two of the four cats my family is adopting tomorrow. i was unsure.jpg because we already had three cats and these fuckers looked terrifyingly large lmao, but i finally went and got my mom and she did the talking while i read lol. skip ahead to the next day, where i'm chilling in the house with my new siblings. that's right, folks, these cats were some wyrwulf bullshit who immediately aged up into four kids. i only really remember the second youngest one, a little redheaded girl named Janie (although my mom called her Jane).

i was singing songs and shit, trying to entertain these kids while my parents made dinner and that war from the beginning was going on outside. also told them a story and Janie made a comparison between one of the characters and MCU Loki - i was going to be like 'ehhhh no' lol but i thought about it and it actually made sense, so i told her that was clever. she was THRILLED and uh... bit my jaw? and shook her head like a puppy whilst still biting my jaw???? it didn't hurt but i went to my mom like "we might need to teach Janie some more appropriate ways of expressing excitement" lmfao. the end.

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another dream i don't remember except for one tiny detail - i was wearing a zip-up hooded sweatshirt that started out sunset-hued at the bottom, all red and orange and gold, and then bled into dark blue as you went up until around chest-shoulder height where it was indigo/black and covered in stars... looked extremely fucking cool.

also remembered something else whilst i was out purchasing hot dogs... i was in a house with my dad and i was being stalked by this huge anthropomorphic rabbit. like a furry or a mall Easter Bunny gone horribly wrong - it was supposedly all rotting and deformed, but i don't remember getting a good look at it. i do know at one point i was sitting at a table eating some cereal in a rather dim room, and when i looked up and in the mirror on the wall i realized it was standing directly behind me. i freaked out and then told my father i hated that thing and didn't want to deal with it, and idk if this was actually some kinda horror game or my dad just figured out the console commands for real life, because he opened up a menu and unchecked a box and the bunny went away lmfao. anyway reminded me of our boy Cracker Barrel

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right before i woke up i had a very vivid dream which i have unfortunately almost entirely forgotten. the bits i do remember are mostly nonsense - there were spaceships, there was some giant monster attacking, i had magic and was trying to fight the monster with my best friend Ron Weasley, one of my cats escaped the house, the Ninja Turtles might've been involved at one point... but i do remember the end which was really cool. so we defeated the monster (which may not have been the main antagonist, i think they were on one of the spaceships), mostly by realizing it was just a baby and throwing this huge metal ball around and accidentally killing people because it was trying to play. Ron and this weird frog creature called Tee and i played with it properly and lured it into a place where it could be safely captured, using some magic rune we made up and another Tee invented. idk. but it worked, we all won the battle, huzzah. move ahead into this big stone meeting hall where this group of magic-using warriors lived... the only detail i recall was these metal plates set into the wall with raised blue lines on them forming a different picture on each. as they studied magic, they would get these images tattooed on them to indicate they had mastered a certain school of study - some of the images were simple, others were fairly complex and tattooed in stages as the mage learned more. they'd all been using the same ones (and there were a couple hundred) for like a thousand years, no more had been approved in that long. but they'd finally decided to add two new ones, the one Ron and i made up (which looked sort of like a castle and was pretty complicated) and the one Tee made up (a simpler one-stage tattoo). so these pictures were 'stamped' on new metal plates in a magic fire, big ceremony, it was a huge deal and it was implied Ron and i were going to join their group. super cool. except...

the guy in charge of this organization, the one overseeing this huge mega not-performed-for-a-millennium ceremony, a solemn yet exciting event, this dude who was our wise mentor and leader, our Gandalf figure, who'd been severely injured at the start of this fight and was initially expected to die, but managed to recover... was Squidward.

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spacequokka · 3 years ago

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Pairing: Jaebeom x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Friends to Lovers, Non-Idol

Rating: M

Summary: You forgot to get JB a birthday present so you offer a coupon to whatever he wants. He picks a date. (Inspiration)

Word Count: 8.2k

Warnings: oral sex (m/f receiving), unprotected sex, cream pie

A/N: Okay, so remember this? Ignore the date and pretend it’s that same month or something. Forgive me. T_T Here’s my birthday present for our amazing, quirky leader. Tagging @im-captain-of-this-ship because you showed interest in it. Suffer with me! >:)

You chewed your bottom lip as the phone rang. You usually stayed on top of things like this, but December was an absolute shit show. Work was a mess. Your family had one minor crisis after another. You simply forgot—

“I wondered when you’d remember me.” Jaebeom didn’t sound upset, and that made you feel a teeny bit better. “Did you get caught up with one of your boyfriends?”

You scoffed at his teasing. “No. Just life and its bullshit.” You stood up and started pacing around your bedroom. “I’m really fucking sorry—”

He laughed. “_____. You’re only a day late. It’s no big deal.”

“Yeah,” you couldn’t help how whiny you sounded, “but you helped Youngjae go all out for my birthday. It’s shitty of me not to return the favor.”

“One, that was his idea. I just helped him set up. Two, I didn’t do it expecting you’d do the same for me. I just wanted you to have a great day.”

You flopped down on your bed and huffed. “Okay, now I feel worse.” Of course, he’d be a good sport about this. He’s only ever been friendly and nice to you. BamBam or Jinyoung would demand your soul as an ironclad I.O.U. Though, come to think of it, Jaebeom would be the same way towards anyone else. You heard a muffled chuckle and frowned. “JB, don’t mock me.” A thought struck you and you sat up. “I could order you a present. Or-or give you a gift card to one of your favorite stores.”

“_____, you don’t—” He tried to object, but he’d already lost you.

“Ooh! I know! How about an I.O.U. coupon? Good for whatever you want. It’s the least I can do.”

His protests died, and for a moment you thought he’d hung up on you. Just as you opened your mouth to call his name, he spoke up, “For anything?”

You didn’t miss the intrigue in his voice. “Within reason! I’m not killing anyone, stealing anything, or going out of the country.”

“What the hell have you been through to have that on the tip of your tongue?” His words were playful, but there was a serious undertone to them.

“You don’t really want to know,” you retorted. “So, is it a deal?”

He went silent, and for a moment you didn’t think he’d accept it. Well, it was a shitty—

“I want to use it now.” He murmured.

“I—The fuck? Right this second?”

“It’s my birthday. My coupon.” You pictured the smug grin on his lips.

“Fine. Let’s hear it.” You briefly wondered if he’d have you cleaning after his cats or pranking Yugyeom. A prank war with Yugyeom was the last thing you wanted.

“I want to go on a date with you.”

Did you hear that right? “You what now?”

He cleared his throat and spoke a little louder. Clearer. “A date. You. Me. At night.”

“Wow. That’s—that’s not what I was expecting. You really want that? Like, you realize I can get you practically anything, right? I got Mark a PS5 on launch day. I’ve got connections for days. Didn’t you want new automatic litter boxes?”

“I don’t want material things. Just your time, away from the others… Just me and you.”

“Oh.” This was a pleasant surprise. You had to admit, it wasn’t a bad idea. You hung out with the seven of them all the time, but never one on one. “Okay, but if shit hits the fan, you’re explaining it to Jackson. Not me.”

He chuckled. “Fine with me.”

“So,” you bit your lip. “What now?”

“You’re in charge of planning the date. Whatever you want to do is fine with me. We have similar interests, so as long as you stick to things you like, we should have fun.”

“Wow, that’s a lot of trust.” You grinned. “What if I pick something you don’t like? What if I try to sabotage the date?”

“You spend too much time around BamBam and Yugyeom.” He sighed loudly, “I think you’ll find my will equal to yours.”

“Don’t quote the MCU to me, dork. I was there when it was written.”

“So, it’s a date.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You rolled over onto your stomach. “I’ll see you here tomorrow at six. Dress casual.”

“What?” He gasped. “No suit, tie, and Chucks?”

Just the mental picture alone gave you goosebumps. “No, no. I want to survive the night, thank you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He sounded genuinely confused.

“Meh, you’ll figure it out when you’re older. Bye, Jay B.”

“Why are you like this?” He scoffed, “Bye, _____.”

Time flies when you’re struggling to pick something to wear. You didn’t want to be too casual and seem like you didn’t care, but didn’t want to come off as eager to please either. Why couldn’t you have remembered his birthday on time? Better yet, why did he pick a date, of all things? It could’ve just been an outing or something, but a date made it feel so…serious. It made your palms all sweaty and gross.

By the time you finally settled on an outfit, he was knocking on the door. You checked your appearance one last time, then let him in. You weren’t mentally prepared.

“Hey, _____.” He smiled shyly, holding out a single flower. Your favorite. That was the easy part. He wore a white tee with black ripped jeans and black and white sneakers. He’d slicked his hair back and didn’t hold back on the jewelry. Your mind nearly shorted out trying to respond.

“Jay Busy Bee,” you stalled as you took the offered flower, instantly catching a whiff of his cologne. It was a heady dose of warm wood and vanilla with a hint of amber. There’s bound to be a candle for that. You took a step back to let him in, but the scent didn’t fade. Was it—

“I put a little of my cologne on the flower.” He grinned, pleased with himself. “The flower’s fake, so you won’t have to worry about needing to care for it. Just a little memento of tonight.”

“You know,” you said as you crossed the room to the dining table and plopped the flower into an empty vase, “I forget you’re a romantic guy. Do you do this for all your dates? Little mementos?”

Jaebeom scoffed and put his hands into his pockets, averting his eyes. “Yes. But they prefer real flowers.”

You gagged and picked up your purse and jacket. “Oh, barf. Real flowers eventually die. Then what will you have? Petals. Petals that get lost or thrown away.”

“I know, I know.” He cut you off, gently taking your jacket and holding it up for you. “Then again, you don’t have a green thumb.”

He had a point. “No! No.” You waved a finger at him. “I don’t have patience. Or a decent memory.”

He choked back a laugh and stepped away. Out of your reach. “Oh, sure. That’s the problem. Come on, let’s go.”

The movie theater was your first stop. The last time you went to one was for a group outing in which Jinyoung subjected you to a horror movie that left you wrapped around Youngjae for almost an hour, both of you screaming your heads off. Despite the trauma you endured, you remembered Jaebeom pointing out a romantic comedy he wanted to check out.

His face lit up when you asked for the tickets and he all but shoved you aside, eager to pay.

“It’s my treat!” You complained, trying your hardest not to whine and pout, but dammit, it’s frustrating. “I’m supposed to pay.”

“Yeah, but it’s a date, remember?” He glanced over his shoulder at you. “I only asked you to plan it. I had no intention of having you spend a dime on anything.” He took his card and the receipt from the cashier. “Thank you.”

Jaebeom grabbed your elbow and gently steered you inside. The smell of fresh popcorn and nachos assaulted you, making your mouth water. “Then can I at least pay for snacks? I feel shitty letting you pay for your birthday present.”

“Don’t, _____. I promise you, I’m glad to have you to myself.” His arm went around your shoulders. “And, no. I’ll pay for our food.”

“Why are you like this?” You crossed your arms. “I’m hardly doing anything that resembles birthday gift giving!”

He chuckled and lightly touched your cheek. “Why do you have to do anything? I wanted your time and attention, and I’m getting them both. I’m happy with this. It’s as simple as that.”

You gnawed on your bottom lip, momentarily lost in his closeness. His touch and scent. A person could easily get addicted to this. You looked him in the eyes. “Do you promise? You’ll tell me if you’re unhappy? Or if I can make it better?”

He dropped his hand and spun around, hiding his face. “Fuck,” he muttered to himself, then looked up at the ceiling. “Yeah. I’ll let you know.”

You grinned, pleased with the resignation in his voice. “Thank you.” You linked your arm with his and tugged him towards the concession stand line. Seeing the prices and remembering he was footing the bill made you cringe. To ease your conscience, you ordered the cheapest thing you saw and skipped getting a drink. You weren’t fond of fountain water, but if you were absolutely dying of thirst, you’d make do.

“What do you want to drink?” He asked, eyes on the menu. “I might get a Slurpee.”

Dammit. “Um, I’m not really all that thirsty.”

He looked at you. “You’ll get thirsty, though. Even a bottle of water is better than nothing.”

A regular bottle of water was almost five bucks. “No, I’m good.”

He searched your face for a second, then huffed. “At some point, you’ll relax and just enjoy yourself.” He turned back to the cashier. “Water for her. Please.”

You closed your eyes. Jaebeom had to be the most stubborn guy you knew, especially with traditional things. Jackson was a close second. You grabbed the bucket of popcorn and Jaebeom juggled the drinks and nachos.

“Here are our seats…” He paused, taking in the location, the precise center of the theater. Not too high, not too low. “Oh, _____, you’re amazing.” He plopped down in a seat and quickly settled the food. He could barely sit still, and the grin on his face was the widest you’d ever seen. “I’m looking at the dead center of the screen!”

You laughed and offered the popcorn to him. He shook his head and fiddled with his seat, delighted with the power controls for reclining. At first, you were content just watching him, but soon found yourself toying with the controls while people filled their seats. Eventually, the lights dimmed and movie trailers played. Unlike your outings that included everyone, there was a comfortable silence between the two of you. There were a couple of movies that piqued both of your interests, only needing to share a look between you to confirm it.

Aside from it being noticeably quieter, things didn’t feel too different from normal. He was still the cute and quirky JB you knew. At some point, you were sharing the popcorn, both reaching in for handfuls and shoving them into your mouths without care. Right when you got to bottom of the bucket, he reached in the same time you did, but instead of getting popcorn, he grabbed your hand. He jerked, realizing what he’d done, but didn’t let go. In fact, his grip tightened, and he lifted your hand out. You looked at him, ready to ask a question, only to find his eyes already on you. In the dark of the theater, you could barely see that his lips were pressed in a thin line, as if he were upset.

He rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb before threading his fingers with yours and holding your hand comfortably over the armrest between you. You hugged the bucket of popcorn with your free hand, your heart beating wildly as your mind raced. Why was he holding your hand? Did it mean something, or was he just fucking with you? Were you supposed to pull away, laugh it off? You could, but it felt nice to hold his hand. It was warm and soothing. Suddenly, your mouth dried up as butterflies filled your tummy. In an instant, everything differed from before.

The second the building came into view, Jaebeom was buzzing with excitement. “You’re serious?”

You nodded. “Jinyoung suggested it. Something about you liking the food and competition.”

He pulled into a parking space and was at your door before you’d even unbuckled your seatbelt. “I fucking owe him big. Come on!” He grabbed your hand and pulled you out. “I want to get a good lane and shoes.”

“I got us a reservation. Right by the concession stand.” You said coolly, inwardly stoked that Jinyoung hadn’t been trolling you as you feared.

Jaebeom swept you up in an enthusiastic hug, nearly crushing your lungs. “My God. You’re the best, I swear.” He put you down and locked the car. “No wonder Jackson’s so possessive of you.”

“He’s like that with everybody.” You shrugged, muttering thanks when he held the door to the building open for you. “I wouldn’t take him too seriously.”

Jaebeom scoffed as he placed his hand on your lower back and guided you to the counter. “He’s serious when it comes to you, _____. He’s threatened us more than once to keep our ‘paws’ off his bestie.”

You waited until you got your shoes to reply. “Yeah, but he doesn’t really care—”

But he was quick to cut you off, standing in your way so that you looked at him. “He cares. That’s why none of us has made a serious move on you.” It wasn’t long before a smug grin formed on his lips. “Until now.”

“So, wait, are you breaking some guy code or something?” You stepped back. “I’m not coming in between you two.”

He grabbed your elbow and led you to your lane. “He cares about you, but not like that.”

“Oh.”

You must’ve sounded sad to him because he was quick to turn to you. “Do you like him like that? I didn’t mean—”

“Oh! No, no no. I just never thought about Jackson like that, and for a second, I thought I missed something. I’m relieved, honestly. I can barely keep up with him as a friend. I can’t imagine what he puts his girlfriends through.” You laughed and shook your head.

“He can be a mess, but I hear he spoils them rotten.” He sat down and put on his shoes.

“Confirmed. He often asks me for advice about random gifts and ideas.” You tied your shoes and stood up. “Alright! Do you want the guards up?”

He scoffed. “Only if you need them.”

You shook your head. “Nope. Not at all.” You looked at the bowling balls, opting for a bright pearlescent nine pound. “Wanna flip to see who goes first?” You dug through your pockets for a coin.

“We don’t need to. Ladies first, after all.” He bowed and gestured for you to go first. You didn’t need to be told twice. Clearly, he expected little of you.

“Thank you.” You approached the platform, summoning calm before winding up and sending the ball down the lane with a little more force than necessary. The pins went flying save for three and “SPARE” flashed on the screen overhead.

Jaebeom stared in awe.

You waited for your ball to return and glanced over your shoulder. “I don’t plan to take it easy on you, JB. Just saying.”

As expected, the raging competitor in him came out. He barely spoke the first three turns, putting every bit of his mental energy into bowling a perfect game. You had to admit it was a sexy look on him. Focused and competitive. It would a shame if…you distracted him.

You knocked over the second half of your pins for another spare and turned to find Jaebeom standing behind you with his ball in hand. “Damn, JB. Gonna let the pins reset first?”

He pinned you with a heated glare. “There’s nothing wrong with me waiting like this, is there?”

You shrugged a shoulder, brushing against his chest. “No, no. Just don’t stand so close. I’d hate to hit you and hurt your throwing arm.” You stepped aside, but he wrapped his arm around your waist.

“Are you flirting with me?” His voice was husky, and his eyes darted between your eyes and lips. You smiled.

“Hm? I’m just being a good sport.” You patted his shoulder, and he bit his lip.

“A good sport, huh? How about this—if I win, I get a five-second kiss on the lips.” His gaze didn’t leave your mouth and his fingertips toyed with the hem of your shirt. “You up for a little challenge?”

The thought of kissing him, even a quick peck, sent a thrill of delight down your spine and you found yourself nodding. “Challenge accepted.”

He whispered a curse and let you go, turning his full attention to the game again. From there, the tension between you only skyrocketed. Every time you made eye contact or brushed against each other, put you both a step closer to bursting into flames. It was a thrill you hadn’t experienced since your last relationship. The thought was sobering. Were you really into him or were you just touch starved? With a little shake of your head, you brought your focus back on the game. One way or the other, you’d figure things out after you beat Jaebeom’s ass.

Halfway through the game, Jaebeom asked for an intermission to get drinks. Knowing you’d protest, he brought a giant soda for you both to share. You sat down and stretched your legs and he took the seat next to you. “So, _____. When did you find time to be a professional bowler?” He gestured to the scoreboard. “This is ridiculous.”

You laughed hard, missing the way his look softened. “I swear I’m not a professional. I was in daycare a lot as a kid. During the summer, they’d always take us to the bowling alley on Thursdays and let us play two games because it was cheap.” You shrugged. “So I got in tons of practice. Eventually, I learned tricks and stuff and improved my aim.”

“You’re good enough to go pro. Why not join a team?”

You shook your head. “Nah. I do it for fun, when I feel like it. Anytime something fun becomes an obligation, it loses its charm.” You shrugged and looked at him. “I’m more than content with just flexing my skills on you every now and then.”

You both laughed, and he slung his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to his side. “I’d love to do this again. You’re cute when you’re overconfident.”

“Overconfident?” You looked at him. “Oh, okay. We’ll see who’s ‘overconfident.’” You pulled away and stood up. He pouted as you picked up your ball and walked back to the lane. The game picked back up with both of you entirely focused on winning. Yet, once you got to the eighth set, Jaebeom took a page from your playbook and started fighting dirty.

You were up by fifteen points and just needed to maintain that to win. Easy-peasy. You approached the machine to get your ball, but Jaebeom insisted on standing in your way.

“Excuse me,” you said politely, reaching around him for your bowling ball. Instead of complying, his hand went to your waist and gave you a gentle squeeze. The action threw you off and made you look at him directly for the first time in the last fifteen minutes. “Jay--”

“You’re sexy when you’re mad.” He murmured, eyes focused on your mouth. He licked his bottom lip, then bit it, letting it fall from between his teeth slowly. “But I miss the flirty looks.”

“Flirty looks--”

“Mmm-hmm. When you were trying to seduce me.” He brought your bodies together and you put your hands on his chest. He bent down and touched your ear with those petal-soft lips. “You do that so well, baby.”

It’s a wonder you didn’t spontaneously burst into flames on the spot. You sucked in a deep breath but still found it hard to breathe. Your body was warm from head to toe, the heat swirling around inside you before it settled between your legs. This was it. This was how you were going to die. And he was more than pleased with your speechlessness. He flashed his perfect smile and stepped aside.

But you couldn’t fucking function. You kept telling yourself to move. Get this over with. Yet you wanted nothing more than to go crawl into his lap and ride his dick until you were boneless. If you could have, you would have kicked your own ass for starting this shit with him. And of course you threw a gutter ball. Why the fuck not. Make that two.

You sat down with a huff, crossing your arms and legs while thinking of things to kill your newfound arousal.

He stroked your arm, “Don’t get upset, _____. Keep your eyes on me.”

And you did. You watched him intently, keen on soaking in every detail. The way he palmed the ball, rolling it around until the three holes were presented to him. The quick glance and subsequent smirk when he checked on you, then put his fingers in the holes. Why, oh why did you clench as you became envious of a fucking inanimate object? Maybe you were wrong and Jinyoung actually had trolled you with this setup. His form was flawless as he sent the ball flying down the lane, knocking down every pin.

He came back to you grinning. “Just five points now.”

‘It’s his birthday. You’re supposed to let the birthday person win.’ You repeated the words over and over as you stood to go collect your ball. Two sets left. Five-point difference. It was easy to just toss the ball out and let it do what it wanted. Yet…you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. You hated losing. You were serious about not going easy on him. Lust and frustration were a terrible mix for you, and you were seconds away from risking it all. Your concentration was shot to hell. Though you didn’t get a gutter ball, a split wasn’t any better. You didn’t have a snowball’s chance in hell of knocking down the pins when all you could think about was kissing Jaebeom’s smug little smirk away.

Jaebeom threw another strike, putting him five points above you. He watched you intently, likely thinking the same thing you were: that kiss was only minutes away now. Oddly enough, you were eager for it, too. Your pride, however, demanded justice for this upset. You were at a crossroads: get the kiss or get the win. The bragging rights would be just as satisfying as the kiss, wouldn’t it?

With a long exhale, you picked up your ball and approached the line. Whatever happened would happen. Everything happens for a reason. You wound your arm back and let the ball fly.

You got a fucking strike. Jaebeom cursed as he got to his feet. You waited for your ball to return while the pins reset. “Wow.”

“You’re really gonna go all out?” Jaebeom asked with a chuckle.

“Being honest, didn’t think I’d get that.” You picked up your ball. Out of his previous nine frames, he’d only gotten four strikes. While you couldn’t dismiss the possibility of another, you felt a little more confident. You got a spare after leaving just one pin standing. After all your hard work, you ended with a ten-point lead. Now it was up to him.

Judging by the intense look on his face, he wasn’t going down without a fight. You took your seat and reached for your drink. Jaebeom knocked down seven of ten pins. Even if he got the spare, he’d still be five points shy of tying with you.

You shot out of your seat with a shout. “Yes!” You danced, wiggling your hips and laughing with pure glee. “I won! I won, I won, I won!”

Jaebeom turned to you. “You’re being an insufferable winner.” He huffed and tried to walk past you, but you caught his shirt and pulled him back.

“Wait, wait.” You couldn’t stop smiling. “Come here. I want my prize.”

That caught his attention. “Which is?”

You cupped his cheeks. “I’m gonna smear lipstick on your cheek!” You laughed at his horrified expression and leaned in with your lips puckered. He shut his eyes tightly and turned away, cringing as he held your hips. You went for the kill only to get played. As soon as you were within reach, he turned his head back towards you and your lips smacked together. Your mind went blank at the sweet soda taste on his tongue and the softness of his lips. He pulled you to his chest and held you tight. As soon as you moved your hands to his neck, he pulled away.

He touched the corner of his lips and looked at his fingertips. “There. Lipstick smeared.” He smirked and reached over to a nearby dispenser for a napkin to clean it off. You touched your lips, still tingling after that brief but paralyzing kiss. He looked at you. “Want to play another game?”

You shook your head. “I’m gonna take my win and run.”

He nodded and tossed your empty cup away. “Let’s go then.” He held out his arm, and you took it. “I have a surprise of my own.”

Riding alone with Jaebeom just silently vibing to the songs he played just might be your new favorite thing to do. The ambiance was perfect, and when he reached across the armrest to hold your hand, life was too. You left the bowling alley and drove to a familiar spot.

The river that ran through the city. It was a popular date spot that you purposely ignored when planning the night because you thought it’d be too cheesy. In hindsight, you should have figured he’d want to come here. He’s a hopeless romantic at heart, just like you. He parked the car on the side of the road and flashed a boyish grin your way.

“You’ll love this, I swear.” He promised before getting out of the car.

You didn’t doubt him for a second. It seemed like you loved everything about tonight. He jogged around the car to your door and opened it. “Thank you.”

He held out his hand. “Come on. I don’t want you to miss it.”

You grabbed his hand and let him pull you from the car. In a moment of playfulness, you sighed dramatically and put the back of your hand to your forehead. “Oh! But my feet. I don’t think I can bear to walk faster than at a snail’s pace.”

He threw back his head and laughed. “You little shit.” He didn’t hesitate to lean down and throw you over his shoulder. You lost your shit, breaking into a fit of giggles as he carried you down to the bank.

Once he put you down, you fixed your clothes and gave him a fake frown. “I swear, you’re getting a two-star Yelp review for that.”

Jaebeom put his hands in his pockets and bit his lip, clearly fighting a smile of his own. “I’ll live.”

“I’m sure.” You looked out at the water that flowed by. The sound it made was soothing. The surface was dark like a bottle of ink, perfect for reflecting the bright lights of the city skyline and moon above. Though the view was gorgeous, you didn’t get how you could have missed it. This was always here. It wasn’t going anywhere.

His arms wrapped around you from behind and pulled you back against him as he rested his chin on your shoulder. “As pretty as it is, it doesn’t compare to you.”

You giggled. “That’s too cheesy, even for you.”

He gave you a little squeeze. “Yeah, but this isn’t.” He tilted your head up towards the sky. Millions of stars dotted the cloudless sky. It wasn’t a sight you could get at home because of the light pollution. He glanced at his watch. “Here it comes.”

“What’s coming?” You asked and immediately got an answer.

It started off as just one streak across the sky, like a tiny firework miles away in space. Then another and another until it was a stampede of shooting stars high in the sky. It was, hands down, the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen in your life. The way the lights came and went like a herd of glowing horses had you sucking in air deeply and holding it until the last one faded away.

Your first meteor shower.

“Wow,” was all you could say when the show was over. “Wow. T-that was amazing!”

You felt Jaebeom nod his head, then he said, “You know how you’re supposed to wish on a shooting star?”

“Uh-huh.”

“I made a wish just now. I’m hoping since there were so many, my wish has a better chance of being granted.” He gave you another squeeze, then pulled back.

You turned around and looked at him expectantly. “What did you wish for?”

He shook his head as he rubbed your arms. “If I tell you, it won’t come true. Don’t wanna jinx it.”

You couldn’t help yourself. The way his eyes sparkled from the lights of the buildings and river. How full and tempting his lips looked when he licked him, as if he was thinking the same thing. What were you thinking? “Fucking hell.” You grabbed him by his shirt and yanked him down, pressing your lips against his with a soft gasp. His response was immediate, with his arms going around your waist and pulling you flush against him. The kiss started off gentle with lingering pecks until he squeezed your waist and pressed harder against your lips. His touch, his kiss felt so right that you reached up and put a hand to the back of his neck.

He groaned, and you opened your mouth, allowing him full control. He bit your bottom lip, sucked on the tip of your tongue, and licked the roof of your mouth as he kept you tight against his body. You could feel the steady thrum of his heart against your hand and briefly wondered if yours felt the same.

You kissed until you heard someone cheering and quickly pulled apart. Two guys were walking along the road, just past Jaebeom’s car, giving you a thumbs up and clapping with glee.

“Do you know them?” Jaebeom asked with a shy smile.

“Not at all. If I did, I’d kill them for ruining the moment.” You glared at the back of their heads.

He laughed and put an arm around your shoulders. “Come on. It’s getting colder. Time to get you home.”

Jaebeom rolled to a stop and put the car in park. You looked up from your hands. Your place. You were outside your place. He turned the car off and got out before you could think of something to say. Something to buy you more time together.

“Come on, _____.” He opened the door. “Let me walk you to the door.”

“You don’t have to, Jaebeom.” You took his hand and got out. You expected him to drop your hand, but he clasped it as he closed the car door.

“I know I don’t, but I want to.” He smiled brightly as he laced his fingers with yours. “I’m making the most of this.” He looked and sounded so sincere, so happy. You felt bad that this whole thing hadn’t happened naturally. He isn’t a bad guy and is fun to be with alone.

The warmth of his hand traveled up your arm, maybe to your heart. Because suddenly, you didn’t see why tonight had to end. Why there couldn’t be a second or third date. You were so lost in thought that you didn’t realize you’d come to a stop at your door. The end.

Jaebeom turned toward you and took your other hand in his. “I can’t really express how much fun I had with you tonight.” He brought your knuckles to his lips and kissed them lightly, holding your hands near his mouth as he continued. “I wish it’d never end.”

“M-me too.” You blurted out, eyes focused on his eyes. “Maybe we should do this more often. You know, just the two of us, go out and do fun stuff.”

His eyes were wide as his mouth hung open. “Did you just—Like another date? Not as friends?”

Your face was on fire. “Yeah.” You bit your lip and exhaled. Might as well be completely honest. “I’ve had a crush on you for the longest. Never thought you’d care so, you know, I didn’t speak up. That and you’re, well, you’re you.”

He laughed, revealing those perfectly pretty teeth. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“You can be hard to approach sometimes. Like, I never know what to expect with you.”

“Oh, really? Do I keep you on your toes?”

You thought about it. “Actually, yeah. You’re unpre—” He cut you off with a kiss, as sweet as the ones before.

“I’m what?” His eyes sparkled in the porch light.

You couldn’t do it. You couldn’t say goodnight just yet. “Do you wanna come in?”

It took him a second to process your question, then his face turned serious. “I do, but I can’t promise I’ll behave myself. I might steal another kiss or three.” His grip on your hands tightened. “Knowing that the feeling’s mutual.” He kissed your knuckles again. “I don’t want to rush you.”

“You’re not.” You made eye contact. The heat in his eyes sent a delicious tingle down your spine. “I’d like it if you spent the night, Jaebeom. Please?”

“You don’t have to do this because of—”

“I’m not. I want this. I want you. I’m this close to kissing you again. If you go home now, I’ll just go to bed frustrated and lonely thinking of you.” You shrugged, unable to look him in the eyes. “You can guess what I’ll do.”

He cursed softly and gestured to the door. “Hurry up then.” You jumped to it and fumbled with your keys to get the door open. The second the lock clicked, and the doorknob turned, he was pushing you inside. He locked the door behind you, then looked at you. “Come here, baby.”

You didn’t hesitate. You threw your arms around his neck and pulled him in for another kiss, this one sloppy and frantic, as if someone would steal the moment from you at any moment. You yanked on his shirt and he chuckled, barely pulling away to get it over his head. He grabbed at your clothes, peeling them off you with ease and tossing them out of sight. “Damn, Jay B.”

“I’ve wanted you for so long now.” He murmured, pulling you against him and rolling his hips, teasing you with his growing erection. His kisses trailed from your lips, over your jaw, and down your neck where he nipped, leaving small bruises in his wake. “So many nights of wondering how you taste, what kind of noises you make. Finishing in my hand, wishing I was inside of you.”

You clenched hard. You moaned and grabbed a fistful of his hair. “Shit. Keep talking like that.”

“You like that? You like how desperate you make me?” His lips trailed down to your breasts where he kissed the tops of them while his thumbs lightly rubbed over your hardening nipples. “You’re so soft, baby. And you sound so sweet, just for me. Just like I imagined you would.”

You knew you’d end up a wet mess on the floor if he kept this shit up. You had one hell of a time forcing yourself to focus beyond the caress of his lips on your skin. “Jay, b-bed please.”

He hummed in agreement as he kissed his way back up your body, capturing your lips as he stared into your eyes. He whispered against your lips, “Fuck, baby. You’re gonna be the death of me.”

“Me? I haven’t been able to think straight since we pulled up.” You pouted, hooking a leg around his waist. He gave it a squeeze, then a tap and you jumped, wrapping the other around him. His dick pressed against your core feeling like a steel rod. It had to hurt being so hard. As he carried you through the apartment to the bedroom, you rolled your hips, doing your best to give him the friction you both needed.

“You’re gonna make me cum in my pants if you keep that up.” He grunted, pushing your bedroom door open with his foot.

“You say it like that’d be a bad thing,” you whispered against his cheek, squeezing his waist with your thighs. “Wouldn’t it just make it take longer for you to cum the next time?”

Your back hit the cool comforter on your bed as his warm body covered yours. “Yeah.” He kissed you again, taking his time to nip at your lips before tongue-fucking your mouth again as he rolled hips in sync, making you shiver with delight. “But I want to be inside you when I cum.”

“Then take your pants off,” you moaned as he sucked more hickeys on your neck and shoulder. He chuckled and propped himself up on his elbows.

“What’s the rush? I’m not going anywhere.” He gave you a slow kiss that ended with a swipe of his tongue over your bottom lip. “I’m not letting you go anywhere…for a while.”

“Please!” You dragged your nails down his back, making him hiss and bite his lip as he pressed his erection against your core. “I swear on everything I love, Jaebeom, if you don’t stop playing with me—”

“Damn.” He pushed himself to his feet. He yanked at his pants, undoing buttons and the zipper, then letting them fall to his ankles. He kicked them aside and looked at you, eyeing you from head to toe. “Where should I start?”

Your legs trembled as you spread them, then pointed at your panties. “Here would be nice.”

“Would it now?” he murmured as he hooked his fingers on the waistband of your panties and pulled them down your legs with care. He let them drop next to his pants as he crawled towards you, then laid on his stomach.

“Wait!” You sat up and cupped his face in your hands, peppering his lips with kisses as you gently pushed him onto his back. “I want to taste you, too.”

He laid on his back with a smile. “If you say so, baby.” You should have taken that as a warning, but was too caught up in the promising tent in his boxers. “Sit on my face.”

You bit your lip, trying and failing to hide your excitement. You crawled closer to him, throwing a leg over his chest. He maneuvered your legs under his arms and pulled your hips towards his face. You resisted, instead resting on your knees as you used your hands to free his dick. Like the rest of him, it was beautiful. Longer than your hand, almost as thick as your wrist, and nearly the same shade as his thighs. It was mesmerizing. Unable to take your eyes off it, you slowly settled onto your stomach. Wrapping one hand around the base, you angled it towards your mouth, barely aware of Jaebeom’s sharp inhale as his hands came to rest on your hips with a firm squeeze.

“I don’t have much give you,” you whispered, unable to recognize your own husky voice, “but may I offer you my throat.”

“Wha—” His voice got lost in the loud throaty moan he let out as his thighs shook with his restraint to keep from bucking up and shoving his dick deeper down your throat. You knew it was a risky move, that you should have worked up to deep throating, but you wanted to choke at least one good time before he took over. The way your jaw and throat burned with the stretch, how hard your throat contracted at the sudden intrusion and brought tears to your eyes made it worth it. You pulled back coughing, dropping your pelvis on his chest to keep him from sitting up. “Are you okay?”

Your voice was a wreck. “Never better.” You wiggled your hips, then gave the tip of his cock a slow swirling lick.

He dropped back onto the bed. “You’re gonna kill me.” With how breathless he sounded, you believed him. “This is how I die.”

“Mmm-hmm.” You licked your lips and went for it. You closed your lips around the tip and suckled before pushing a little more of him in then pulling back, repeating over and over until your lips reached the base. Having him trembling underneath you, whimpering as he fought not to cum, was the best feeling in the world. His precum wasn’t too salty or sour, something that made sucking his dick all the more appealing. If he’d let you, you would’ve gone on for hours until he tapped out.

But he didn’t believe in letting his partner do all the work.

“Come here,” he growled, pulling you by your hips towards his face and giving you one long lick from your clit to your dripping entrance. He used his hands to spread your lips, then leaned in and pushed his tongue inside. After being turned on for so long, the contact sent a spark of electricity up your spine that made you sit up on your hands and push back on his face. He moaned into your pussy as he slapped your ass with both hands, then grabbed a handful of each cheek. The way he used his bottom lip to stimulate your clit as he licked into you, filling you with his tongue, had you crying out his name. It wasn’t long before he was encouraging you to move your hips, to ride his tongue as you palmed his dick and balls, dangerously close to coming all over his pretty lips.

But you didn’t want that just yet. Despite every nerve in your body singing with pleasure, you laid back down on your stomach and took his dick in your mouth again. You moaned loudly together, with him thrusting up into your mouth as you pushed down on him. With each suck and lick, your bodies became a wave, a love loop that threatened to burn you both alive. It was hard to think, let alone talk, with his dick down your throat and his fingers filling your cunt as his lips and tongue worked your clit over. You were more than content to let him do as he wanted, especially if it meant he’d continue moaning your name.

“Fuck, baby.” He gasped for air. “Are-are you close?”

You pulled off his dick with a wet pop. “Yeah.” You kept pumping with your hand, letting your head fall back as you followed the rhythm of his fingers. He let you enjoy yourself for a few minutes before pulling his hands away. “Hey!”

He guided you off him by your hips, stumbling to his feet. “My legs are like jelly.” He chuckled shakily, tugging his boxers off before all but falling on top of you. He kissed you hard, shoving his fingers through your hair with one hand as the other pulled one of your legs up around his waist. “You taste so good, baby. If I wasn’t about to bust down that sinful throat of yours, I’d keep going until you passed out.”

“Shit, Jae. Were you always this filthy?” You grinned, enjoying the way he pressed against you. “Kinda late to ask, but are you clean?”

He nodded eagerly as his kisses trailed over your jaw to your neck. “You?”

“Yes.” You nodded proudly. “And I have an IUD if you want to…”

He scrambled up on his knees and gave his dick a few pumps. “This night keeps getting better by the fucking minute.” He held one of your legs up on his shoulder as he shuffled closer and teased the head through your folds. “So warm and wet.” He mumbled as he caressed your leg, kissing the side of your knee before positioning himself at your entrance. “Let me know if I’m hurting you.”

You nodded, putting your hand over the one on your thigh as he began to push inside. The stretch was everything you could hope for and so much more. You hadn’t given the slight upward curve of his dick much thought when you were sucking it, but now you could fully appreciate it. You got so lost in the pleasant feeling of being full that you didn’t realize your eyes were screwed shut.

“Does it hurt?” Jaebeom touched your cheek and pulled your bottom lip free from your teeth.

“No,” you moaned, dragging the word out when he continued pushing in.

“Good. Keep your eyes on me, beautiful.” He swiped his thumb over your lips. You smiled up at him before capturing his thumb in your mouth and suckling on it. He gasped and jerked forward. “And you say I’m filthy.”

Once he bottomed out, you flexed the leg on his shoulder, giving him a gentle squeeze. He nodded once, then pulled back, just as slowly, before pushing back inside. After you’d taken a few strokes without much resistance, he pulled his thumb free and leaned over you, keeping your leg up.

“I need you to cum for me, baby.” He licked at your earlobe, then bit it. “I wanna feel how tight my baby gets when I make her feel good.”

It was pathetic how quickly you came for him. And you couldn’t even pinpoint what made you cum. Him saying he needed you to? Him calling you his baby? The jury’s still out on that one.

He captured your lips, muffling your loud cries of his name and mixing them with his own as he fell apart, pumping thick ropes of cum into your swollen cunt. You held each other like that until his cock stopped throbbing and it softened enough to slip out of you on its own. Meanwhile, Jaebeom pressed kisses everywhere he could reach without moving. “I haven’t cum that hard in a while.”

You laughed, cupping his face and kissing him. “You’ve ruined me for other men, you know. You’d better be prepared to take care my needs for the rest of your life.”

He cackled as he stood up. “Already making outrageous demands.” He shook his head. “Lemme go get a washcloth or something.”

You made a noise of content and stretched, enjoying how every muscle was now relaxed. Leave it to Jaebeom to be the one to fuck the tension right out of you. He was back in a flash, gently wiping down your sex and thighs with a warm washcloth before taking care of himself. You crawled up to the mountain of pillows on your bed and opened your arms, to which he dove onto the bed. You cuddled happily with you playing in his hair as he drew vague shapes on your chest and arm. You thought sleep would come quickly, but your body was buzzing with each swipe of his finger.

“Hey, Jay B?”

“Yeah?” He kissed your chest.

“How soon can you go again?”

Not to sound too cliche but the world seemed a little brighter, happier even, when you woke up. The birds were singing their hearts out as the sunlight-filled your bedroom with a warm peach glow. You opened your eyes and found yourself snug in Jaebeom’s arms with him wide awake looking at his phone.

“Good morning,” you croaked, cringing at how dry your throat was. “For some reason, I thought you’d be gone by the time I woke up. We were up pretty late. I know you have to go home and check on your babies.”

He smiled and kissed your forehead. “I do…but I didn’t want to leave without us talking about last night first.”

You leaned back enough to be able to look up into his eyes. “What do you mean?”

He caught the hitch in your voice and looked at you, eyes wide. “No, not like that.” He put his phone down and pulled you close, talking into your hair. “I know things kinda went fast. It’s clear we have great chemistry and want to keep going…I just want to make sure we’re on the same page.”

“I thought we were on the same page when I was riding your face,” you said with a shrug.

“Well, yeah.” He had the nerve to blush. “I was talking about dating. You know, being exclusive?”

You reached up and kissed him. “There’s no one else in my life but you. We can go on a few more dates to try this out, but I’m pretty comfortable calling you my boyfriend.”

He let out a loud exhale and held you tightly, burying his face in your neck. “Oh, thank God. I was prepared to do everything I could think of to convince you to be mine.”

“I mean, no one’s stopping you from doing that.”

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jojojoy1 · 2 years ago

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Hopelessly Romantic, But Ur Not Very Clever

Ajax Petropolus x reader

Summary: Ajax loves you, but you don't feel the same. (Reader is a huge asshole)

inspired by 'Nothing Lasts Forever' by Dylan

You never liked to stay in the same relationship for to long. You couldn't really call them relationships either, you never put a label on anything.

Your latest boy toy is Ajax Petropolus. You've been hanging out with him for a month and a half now, you needed something new. You knew Enid has a crush on him and thought this was the perfect time to get rid of him, he'll have a new girl to smother with his love.

You've been dropping hints that you want out of this relationship.

...

You waltz into Ajax's dorm two hours after you had arranged.

"Where have you been!?" He asks, annoyed.

"Kissing all your friends." You say in a monotone voice as you stare at your phone.

"That's not funny." He seemed pissed and you were happy about it, smiling slightly at your phone that you had made sweet, kind Ajax angry.

"Whatcha gonna do about it?" You were being a brat.

"Y/N," He sighed, "I got loads of food for an indoor picnic and I had a movie all set up for us to watch, why didn't you show up?"

"What movie?" You ignore his question.

"Titanic, I thought it'd be cute."

"It's a boring movie anyway."

"Y/N, why do you suddenly not care about our plans? In a relationship you've kinda gotta talk to the person."

"We're not in a relationship, so it doesn't matter."

"What do you mean we're not in a relationship. Everything we've done is what you do in a relationship."

"Well, did you ever ask me to be your girlfriend?"

"Okay, well, maybe not straight up. But I thought it was implied."

"I don't need this bullshit right now, Ajax."

...

A week after that small argument you both acted like nothing happened and went back to hanging out regularly.

That was until your birthday came around.

...

Ajax was very excited for you birthday. He'd gone all out for your gift and couldn't wait to give it to you.

You were sat in his dorm after school just talking. You hadn't even acknowledged it was your birthday.

"So," He started, "I got something for you. A birthday present."

"Really!?" You were shocked and scared.

"Yeah" He handed you a small purple box with a lilac ribbon tied around it. When you opened it your heart sank. It was a gold heart-shaped locket. When you opened it there was a picture of you and Ajax on one side. On the other, there was a small engraving 'I love you <3'. For once, you didn't know what to say.

"Ajax, I-"

"Do you like it?" He had the biggest smile on his face. He was so excited to give you it that he couldn't keep still.

"I hate it." You said, harshly. You crushed his little world. All joy and happiness left his eyes, his smile fell into a frown. He was heartbroken. He was telling you he loves you, how could you hate it?

"What?" His voice was small and weak, like he was about to cry.

"Why would you give me this crap?"

"I thought you'd like it." A tear rolled down his cheek.

"Well I don't. What did you expect me to say?"

"I expected you to say 'I love you' back." He was looking at the bed as he wiped his tears away, embarrassed.

"I don't love you. Why would I?"

"Well, we've been spending so much time together I just thought you felt the same."

"Well I don't and won't."

...

After that you stopped talking to Ajax. You threw the necklace away. When Ajax found it in one of the school bins he couldn't help but feel stupid for thinking you could actually love someone, given your history.

Then you moved onto your next boy toy, starting the cycle from the beginning.

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deathbymeow · 3 years ago

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Pride and Nakedness

This is a very late Birthday present for @mochegato. Her request was a naked Jason. Hope I understood the assignment!

Warnings: Course Language, nakedness, slight sexual references, toxic relationship (not Jason), Gaslighting, some violence

It was over. Two years of bullshit and now she was free. From Hawkmoth you say? No, that shit storm came to an end years ago. Her gaslighting boyfriend that had somehow weaselled his way into her life and all but refused to leave.

Marinette was a god damn hero. She’d been fighting since she was twelve. A chosen Ladybug and guardian of a box full of tiny gods. So how you ask?

After she’d saved Paris, Marinette had moved to New York to follow her fashion dream. She’d met Jack at collage and before long they were dating. At first, he seemed like the complete package. He was ten years older than her and looked to have his life together. A college professor at the same collage. He wasn’t her teacher so she didn’t think it would be frowned upon. His flirtatious ways should have been a warning sign. Somehow his charm and good looks blinded her. He treated her like a princess but that all changed when she moved in with him after only dating for six months.

The kwami tried to get her to leave. Deep down she knew they were right. It was a toxic relationship, every time she tried to go, he pulled her straight back in with lies of changing and not being able to live without her.

It took coming home and finding him in their bed with not one but two of his students to kick his ass literally out of the apartment. She packed everything she owned up that night and sent it through a portal and left without a trace.

Chloe didn’t even say a word when the portal opened in her Metropolis penthouse. That was two weeks ago. Two weeks of avoiding the text and phone calls from her now ex. Two weeks of tears and icecream. She was done with it all so when Chloe said they were going out she agreed.

Dressed in killer black thigh high boots and a little red dress that was smaller than she’d normally wear she walked into the noisy club with Chloe and her friends. Marinette let all her inhibitions go drinking and danced with the girls until she forgot all about the piece of shit Jack. She’d lost count of the number of shots she’d had but she showed no sign of slowing down. Her bladder had other ideas though, so she’d excused herself to find the bathroom.

Now one would think girls normally travelled in packs for toilet breaks and this would have been no different except someone had grabbed her around the waist and started to dance with her. In her hazed state she thought, why not. The girl was cute, and her red hair was mesmerising not to mention her hot boyfriend.

After a few songs where the couple both danced against her she remembered her bladder and left the disappointed couple. She’d been completely turned around and headed in the wrong direction. Opening the first door she found, she headed down the corridor. At some point she wondered if she was maybe lost. She was about to turn around when she heard muffled screams coming from the door up ahead.

With a drunken shrug she twisted the doorhandle half expecting it to be locked. The door swung open, and she almost fell into the dark room. “Fuck. Oops.” She giggled while looking for a light switch.

In her search she managed to slam the door shut, trip over and land on something warm. The warm thing wriggled under her and she jumped back. Her flailing arms caught a string and as she fell back the light turned on.

Marinette thankfully landed on a pile of boxes that broke her fall. “For fucks sake what the fuck. Why’s this shit always happen to me.” She grumbled as she tried to free herself from the mess.

Standing up and swiping her dark hair out of her face she took in her surroundings for the first time. Seated in front of her was one of the hottest men she’d ever seen. His teal eyes looked her over and he raised a dark eyebrow.

So yeah, maybe Marinette stared a little bit too long before she closed her mouth only to open it again several times trying to talk but could you blame her. He was butt naked and God was the view good from where she was standing. He mumbled out something and she lifted her eyes from his muscular abs, chest and well other impressive body parts to those eyes. Pretty teal eyes almost hidden by his dark messy hair. There was a white streak in the front that gave him even more sex appeal, if that was even possible.

It took a good second longer for her to realise he was tired to the chair and had a gag stuffed in his mouth. Marinette rushed forwards to ungag him. In her haste she tripped on something that had rolled out of the boxes and landed in his lap with her face only an inch from his. Her hands were splayed against his chest, and she was basically straddling the naked man tied to a chair. Somehow this still wasn’t the craziest thing to happen to her.

Marinette reached up and pulled the gag out of his mouth. “I’m so fucken sorry. Unless. Is this one of those clubs?” She asked still straddling him. It was totally unappropriated but if she moved, she would stare again. But shit if she didn’t move. Yup she totally didn’t want to think about that.

“Hey beautiful, I need you to focus, okay?” The naked hottie said. His voice sounded rough like he’d had the gag in his mouth for a long time. “What’s your name?”

“You’re naked.” Marinette answered unsure if telling him her name was a good idea.

“Yep, you think you could help me with that?”

It was Marinette’s turn to raise her eyebrow at him. She lowered her eyes only to blush deeply when she realised just how she was sitting on him. Her eyes darted back up to his. “What no dinner first?” She giggled at her own joke and hid her face in his neck. Her lips brushed his skin and she felt him twitch under her.

Marinette was mortified and turned on all at the same time and she had no idea what to do with that, so she did what Marinette did best. Panicked. She tried to jump off his lap only to headbutt his nose then fall backwards.

“Fuck. Shit sorry. I couldn’t help it. You were sitting on me. It’s kinda hard. Shit, fuck. I didn’t mean it like that. Sorry. Can you just untie me please?” He said in a rush. His cheeks looked flushed and it was only then that Marinette noticed his split lip and back eye.

It was at that moment the door opened and three men entered the room. Marinette was drunk, very drunk. Normally Marinette would have handled the naked man. Nope that doesn’t sound right. The situation. She would have handled the situation with more grace, less ogling and less straddling.

So funny story Marinette even drunk could still throw an impressive punch and high kick. Hell, she’d spent most of her life fighting one thing or another. It was like second nature to her. The three men took in the scene and walked towards them. She instantly knew they meant bad news but let them grab her off the floor.

They completely underestimated the tiny woman and within minutes she’d punch, kicked and thrown the men around until they were unconscious. She straightened her dress then turned back to the naked man who had his pretty mouth open in shock. Marinette tried to keep her eyes on his, she was really trying but she was finding it hard. Nope wrong words again. Difficult. That seemed safe.

“Holly fuck that was hot. Who are you?”

“Shit. I totally need to pee. Do you know where the bathroom is?” Marinette asked as she started to do the wee wee dance.

“Umm. I…”

Before he could answer she ran out the door nearly bumping into a hot redhead in a trucker hat. What was with all the good-looking people tonight? Before she could process anything else he grabbed her by the arm.

“Hey, have you seen a guy. Goes by Jason, tall, dark hair with a white streak…”

“Yeah, and very naked. He’s in there.” Marinette pointed to the door. “You’re not going to hurt him, right?” It was a stupid question, but she really needed to pee, and his aura felt kind and loyal.

“Ha, naked you say?”

Marinette raised one of her dark eyebrows and frowned at him before pulling her arm back.

He backed up a step and raised his hands in surrender. “Hurt him no, embarrass him, hell yes.”

“Hurry the fuck up Roy.” Came an angry voice for the room.

Marinette took this as her que to leave and continue her bathroom hunt. Back in the club, she finally found the bathroom and sighed as she relieved herself. She’d just finished washing her hands when she looked up into the mirror to see an angry Chloe standing behind her.

“Where the hell have you been Mars? I was about to go force the DJ to do a lost drunk friend announcement.” Chole grumbled.

“This isn’t a supermarket Chloe but you’re not going to believe what I found.”

A week had passed, and Marinette had almost forgotten about her mystery Naked man, Jason. Almost being a very loose term. When the girls had gone back to see if he was truly okay, the room was empty except the metal chair and handcuffs.

Chloe had questioned her sanity but admitted the chair and heavy chains did look out of place in what looked like a large storage cupboard. The rest of the night was a blur and most of the next day was spent recovering.

Jack had finally stopped trying to call her so when she returned to Chloe’s apartment building after going for a walk, she wasn’t expecting to see him standing outside the building.

“Oh hell no.” Marinette grumbled to herself as she turned to walk back down the street. There was a coffee shop on the corner, and she could hide in there for as long as it took for him to slither back into the hole he came out of.

Apparently, luck wasn’t on her side today and a strong hand grabbed her arm pulling her down an ally way before she had time to react. “What the hell. Let me go Jackass.” Marinette growled slamming her free hand into his chest.

He stumbled backwards and used the momentum to pull her into his arms. “I’ve missed you so much baby. Stop playing and let’s go get your things so I can take you home.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you. Its over. How do you not see that you egotistical asshole?” Marinette hissed trying to pull her arms out of his grip.

He let go of one of her arms then slapped her across the face. “It’s not over until I say it is and watch your fucken mouth. You should be thankful someone like me even wants you.”

In all her years Marinette had never felt so small. It was ridiculous. She’d taken down men three times his size. What the fuck was wrong with her. Wiping away her tears and shaking her head she took a deep breath to ground herself, then throat punched him.

“I’d rather die alone than spend another second with you.”

While Jack struggled to catch his breath a figure appeared next to her, but it wasn’t until Jason pulled down the hood of his red hoodie, that she recognized the now clothes naked hottie. “Are you okay Pixie. When you didn’t show up, I got worried.”

Marinette took his que and when Jason lifted his arms she leaned into him, letting him wrap his arm around her protectively. He was warm and smelled good, almost earthy but in all the best ways. “Yeah, I am now.” She said glaring at her ex, taking maybe a little too much enjoyment at his confused face.

“Who the fuck is this?” Jack yelled looking furious.

“Her future.” Jason said like it was the most normal thing to say.

“I wasn’t talking to you, street rat. I was talking to the whore.”

Marinette watched Jason’s face change from relaxed to lethal in a matter of seconds. He took a step closer to Jack but stopped when Marinette rested her hand against his cheek and turned his face to look at her.

“He’s not worth it mon amour.” Marinette knew Jack would easily be able to translate the endearment and it would drive him crazy because she’d stopped calling him that a long time ago. Jason looked down at her and his pretty eyes held hers. He nodded and started to pull her away.

Jack the Jackass really couldn’t keep his fucken mouth shut and called out, “You can have the fucken whore. She’s damaged goods anyway.”

Jason let go of Marinette and spun around fists clenched. Marinette was one second faster and round kicked Jack in the face. Before he could hit the ground, she punched his stomach. He hit the ground with a loud thud, but Marinette wasn’t finished with him yet. All the hurt of the last few years came bubbling to the surface and she started to kick him again and again. It wasn’t until Jason pulled her away, she realised she was crying.

Jason didn’t hesitate to scoop her up bridal style and carry her away. It was a strange sensation, Marinette felt more at home in this stranger’s arms than she ever had with Jack. He followed the twisting alleyways till he came to an angry looking black muscle car.

“Okay Pix, I’m just going to sit you in the car for a moment so I can clean your split lip. Are you good with that?” He stood still until she nodded then opened the car door and gently put her on the seat.

It wasn’t until Jason mentioned her lip that she registered the metallic taste of blood in her mouth and felt the sting. He put her sideways on the seat and crouched in front of her in a way to still give her space. He reached into the glovebox and grabbed out an antiseptic wipe. Marinette winced when Jason gently dabbed at the cut but didn’t move away.

“You okay Pixie?”

“Mmhmm, can we get out of here? I just. I don’t want to be anywhere near him.”

“Yeah, of cause. Do you feel safe enough with me or do you want to call someone to pick you up?”

“No, I trust you.” And she meant it. Marinette was a good judge of character Jack asides and Jason radiated with what she could only describe as a safe homely feeling. She shuffled her legs into the car and grabbed the seatbelt.

Jason, having watched her get comfy in his car, nodded. “Okay Pix, let’s get you out of here.” He closed her door and jumped into the driver’s seat. The car rumbled to life and Jason drove off slightly more cautious than normal.

After asking Marinette if she was hungry, Jason drove through the Bat Burger drive thru then headed to one of his favourite lookouts where he liked to go to clear his head. Marinette was quiet on the drive, but the silence wasn’t uncomfortable. When he parked, he turned the car off and looked over at Marinette. “This, okay?”

“Perfect.” Marinette smiled at him then turned back to the view over the city. The sun was low in the sky and lights were starting to turn on below.

The two ate in silence. Jason wanted to give her the space she needed and figured she’d talk when she was ready. It wasn’t long before Marinette spoke up.

“How did you know where to find me?” She scrunched up her burger wrapper and threw it back into the bag.

Jason shrugged and smirked at her. “Coincidence.”

“I call bullshit.” She smiled back at him then took a sip of her coffee and melted into her seat.

“How’s your lip feeling?” He asked as he gently cupped her cheek and ran his thumb over the small cut.

“I’ve had worse.” Marinette didn’t miss the flicker of anger that flashed across Jason’s face. “That’s not what I meant. That was…. Was the first and last time he’ll ever do that to me.”

“Good. Assholes like that don’t deserve to breath.”

“You still didn’t answer my question.”

“Yeah, I know, you got me Pixie.”

“Why Pixie?”

“Small cute magical creature. You left a lasting impression the other night and then just disappeared.” He popped a chip in his mouth as he watched her.

“I could say the same about you.” She mumbled as her cheeks flushed making her freckles stand out.

Jason’s face lit up as he snickered. “You weren’t easy to find but I wanted to say thank you for the half save.”

“Half save?”

“You left me tied up.”

“I needed to pee. I went back but you had already gone.”

“What can I say it was getting a little chilly and the only good thing about the whole experience up and left me.” He playfully winked at her.

“I’m sorry. I was slightly drunk, and I wasn’t really expecting to find a naked man on my way to the bathroom. Do I even want to know how you ended up there?” Marinette turned away from the view to watch him.

“It’s kinda a long story but let’s just say I pissed off the wrong people.”

“Is this like a regular thing?”

“Being tied naked to a chair, no. Pissing people off, yes.” Marinette giggled at his confession and Jason found himself staring in awe at the raven-haired beauty. “Truthfully, I wanted to ask you out but.”

“But now you know I’m damaged goods.” Marinette looked down at her hands as she twisted her fingers together.

“No. Hell no.” He reached over and took one of her hands in his. “I’ve only known you for a moment, but I want. No, I need to get to know you and not just because you saw me butt naked.”

“If being naked was an assignment you’d get an A+.” She looked at him with a cheeky smile.

“Fuck Pixie, you’re just too cute and you have no idea.” He brushed a stray piece of hair behind her ear, letting his finger brush her cheek as he did.

“There’s a but though isn’t there?”

“You just went through what looked like a messy break up?” He gently squeezed her hand.

“Yeah, that’s one way of putting it.” She looked down at their joined hands. Her hand was tiny in his but it weirdly felt so right.

“Hell Pix, I’d kiss you right now, but I don’t just want to be your rebound.”

“Oh.” She looked back up and found him smiling at her softly.

“I want to be your future. So how bout I give you my number and when you’re ready, you call me, yeah?”

“Okay. Here.” She passed him her phone.

He let go of her hand and took it. A moment later he passed it back to her and she looked at the number. Jason naked Todd. She turned away from him and pressed call. Marinette heard him laugh before he answered.

“Hello?”

“Oh hey, is this Jason naked Todd?”

“Yeah Pix, it sure is.”

“So, I’m not ready for that date yet but I know this really cute café that has a bookstore in it. Or maybe it’s the other way around. Anyway, would you like to meet there tomorrow for a friendly lunch?”

“That sounds perfect Pix, I’d love that.”

Eight months later Marinette and Jason were officially a couple. The two had started out as friends. Both knew they wanted more. The chemistry was so strong most people just assumed the two were already dating. Jason helped her to work through her issues.

It was clear she couldn’t go back to New York and when she’d told Jason she was moving to Gotham and starting the new year at Gotham university he was left speechless. Marinette swore he teared up, something he insisted was in her imagination.

He helped her move into her new apartment. Chloe was there as well, and Marinette was surprised how the two managed to get along. She had a feeling Chloe had given him the shovel talk even though at this point Jason was still just a friend.

Jack had done more damage to her self-esteem than she’d realised. Jason gave her space when she needed it and was there in a heartbeat when she required someone to cry on. He made sure she made time with her friends something Jack had stopped her from doing and looked after herself, including a better sleep schedule and regular meals.

Jason couldn’t help but spoil her with home cooked meals while she studied and worked on commissions. At this point their friends and family all had some kind of bet running as to when, where and how they’d end up together.

It was a normal Saturday night and the two were curled up on Marinette’s lounge eating Chinese and watching a stupid movie called Piranha. Jason had leant over to wipe sauce off Marinette’s face and she’d playfully bit his thumb.

“Ouch, what was that for?” Jason asked pretending to look horrified.

Marinette smirked at him and simply said, “Piranha.” As she shrugged and popped a piece of meat into her mouth.

“Oh, it’s like that is it?” Jason grabbed the Chinese box out of her hand, put it on the table then turned to her with a wicked grin on his face.

Marinette knew what was coming and when he leapt at her, she ducked and rolled off the couch. Jason landed face first into the cushions. Before he could get back up Marinette was on his back and had bitten his ear. Whispering, “Piranha,” then burst out into a fit of giggles.

Jason wiggled till he was on his back and Marinette was straddling his stomach. “You’re lucky you’re so cute. Crazy but cute.”

Marinette smiled at him softly and rested her elbows on his chest. “You know you love me.”

Jason looked into her eyes, eyes that he wanted to look at forever and softly said. “Yeah, I do.”

She gazed down at him, and for a moment panicked he’d said too much. Marinette couldn’t hold back any longer and leaned down to kiss him. The kiss was soft at first as if they were both scared of hurting each other but as the kiss deepened Jason grabbed her hips and pined her beneath him. His lips travelled over her jaw and down her neck, kissing and biting at the skin he’d fantasised over since the moment he’d met her. She moaned as he started on the other side kissing back up her neck until her reached her lips again.

“Marinette Dupain Cheng, how could I not help but fall in love with you.” He whispered against her lips. “I’m going to love you forever.”

Marinette rested her forehead against Jason’s and rubbed her nose against his. “I love you too.” She kissed him then bit his lip and mumbled, “piranha” while still holding onto his lip with her teeth. He groaned as he ran his hands under the hishoodie she was wearing and started to tickle her.

Two months later Jason was almost a permeant fixture in her apartment, and she was totally okay with that. Marinette loved waking up to her naked boyfriend. She loved walking out to the kitchen in the morning to find him in all his naked glory making her coffee. Loved snuggling on the couch naked with him in their own bliss. His warm skin against hers as he read, and she snuggled into him. His body didn’t define who he was, but God did that man know how to do things to her.

Marinette left the apartment early that morning leaving Jason still asleep. He’d arrived home late after patrol, so she didn’t want to wake him. It had only taken her one month to work out his identity after he’d saved her from a rouge attack. She totally didn’t need the save but he didn’t know that yet.

She couldn’t wait to get home and see him after their busy schedules had been keeping them apart for the last few days. Opening the apartment door she put the suitcases down with a thud as Jason walked out of the bathroom. He was still dripping with water and drying his hair with a towel. His nakedness instantly made Marinette forget everything else around her and if it wasn’t for the snicker behind her she may have made the situation even more awkward.

Jason smiled wickedly at her completely lost in her eyes and not fully taking in the room. “Hey Pix, just in time. Wanna help me get dirty again… Oh shit.” Jason hearing someone clear their throat behind her quickly wrapped the towel around his waist. He rubbed the back of his neck as his cheeks flushed. “Sorry, I forgot we were expecting company.”

Marinette turned to face Chloe who was still eyeing Jason and her Mama who looked amused. Her Papa took that moment to come barging in completely unaware of what had just happened. He dropped the bags, shut the door and walked right up to Jason, completely ignoring his lack of clothes.

“So, you must be the young man that’s made our daughter so happy.” He didn’t wait for an answer just wrapped his arms around Jason and gave him a big hug.

Still wrapped in the taller man’s arms, Jason managed to say, “Nice to meet you, Mr Dupain.”

“Don’t be silly son, call me Tom.” Tom finally let Jason go, he kissed both his cheeks, patted his shoulder and walked into the kitchen to check it out.

Chloe walked past Jason, gave him another once over and simply said, “Todd.” As she walked into the living area.

Marinette turned back to her mother who nodded and took her turn to greet Jason. Sabine Cheng walked towards Jason with an air of authority and Jason swallowed wishing he’d remembered what today was before choosing to forgo his clothes. In truth Jason had hoped to entice his girlfriend out of her clothes but clearly that would have to wait.

Sabine smiled warmly at him, and he relaxed his shoulders as the older woman kissed his cheeks. “Jason dear, do put some clothes on before you catch a cold or give my daughter a nosebleed.”

Jason snickered and nodded his head. “Yes ma’am.” He winked at Marinette before walking into her bedroom.

Marinette just shook her head and laughed. Her life was never going to be normal, and she was okay with that. Nakedness and all.

#maribat #jasonette #jason x marinette #aged up #mlb x dc #Meowwrites

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loth-wolffe · 3 years ago

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Make a Wish

Pairings: none. a lil bit of captain rex x reader if you squint.

Summary: the torrent company prepares something for your birthday<3

Word count: 1,4k not proofread

A/n: So!!! i know I've been dead for the past week, but today's my sweetiepie ana @leia-saveourskins birthday!!!! and she asked me to write a little something for her so I came back from hell bc i can't really say no to mi bb ana. congrats bubs!! i hope you have the most amazing day today and always. hope you like this heheh<3 tqm mucho. mwah mwah mwah

Rex had called you to the hangar, something about Anakin needing some help with something, his words rushed as if he didn't have time and you felt confused, it wasn't like there weren't any more mechanics working at the time, and the General had given you half day off, "as a birthday present," he had told you, after a little hug and a congratulations.

You rushed your steps, hair still slightly wet from the shower you took before and the thought of getting more engine oil on you made you roll your eyes.

This better be good.

Once you got to the hangar door, you found it was closed, frowning, you commed Rex.

"The door is closed."

You hear him coughing, a few murmurs are heard and you never felt more confused in your life, what was going on.

"Yeah, sorry." He mumbled, "Ahsoka locked it by, uh, accident." Rex sounded nervous, and for some reason it made your heart beat faster. Did something happen? If it required for the General, Commander and Captain to be in the room, it must be important, but then again, there's no power in this galaxy that could ever torn them apart.

"Its open now."

It's not long before the door opens before you, and as soon as you step into the room, a chant of "surprise!" is heard, keeping you in place as your brain processes the image before you, tears filling your eyes as soon as it settles in your heart.

Everyone is there, your fellow mechanics, Anakin, Ahsoka, the troopers you had become friends with, even the General of the 212th was there, with big smiles on their faces, a big sign with messy letters in aurebesh that read Happy Birthday colored with the 501st blue hung between two ships, it was almost falling off, but the thought warmed your soul. The "ay" looked incredibly smaller as they run out of space compared to the wide H at the beginning, they all had different styles, and you wondered if they agreed to write one letter per person.

"I–" you started, but words didn't come out, you were left speechless, many emotions running through your mind and your heart that you couldn't pick one to express what you felt.

"Thank you," you whisper, blinking quickly in hopes for the tears to disappear, but they don't, much less when Ahsoka comes for you and holds your hand, leading you towards everyone.

"Ah! it's nothing, the boys insisted we should celebrate." She told you, the mischievous smile she wore told you she was to blame.

"The boys? Snips you couldn't shut up about the surprise party for a week." Anakin said, walking towards you before enveloping in a warm hug, one that lasted longer than the one he gave you a few hours prior. "Happy birthday," he murmured softly in your ear, and you smiled widely.

Anakin hasn't been nothing but nice since you joined the Resolute, times spent at the hangar fixing whatever ship he completely destroyed in his perfect landings, and you were completely past knowing him solely as The General and more as Anakin.

"Thanks, boss."

He chuckled, ruffling your hair before Ahsoka pushed him away.

"Hey, we all want our hugs gramps," she said as she gave you the tightest of hugs, laughing quietly when you hear Anakin huff in annoyance. "Hope we have you many many more years with us."

It took you a while, to be congratulated by everyone, Obi Wan being the first right after Ahsoka, Rex lingering a bit more than most, his cheeks a sweet shade of pink as he stumbles over his words.

"I uh," he scratches the nape of his neck, aware of the line of clones behind him waiting to hug you, "I, I know this isn't much but," his eyes look down to his feet before meeting your eyes, golden eyes filled with nothing but affection, his fingers fumble awkwardly with his belt as he tries to take something from one of the many bags. "I got you this."

He gives you a little bouquet of flowers of your favorite color, already placed in a cup with water to keep them from dying.

"Rex you–" for the second time in the past hour, tears fill your eyes, a lump in your throat makes it hard for the words to be pushed past your lips, "you didn't have to."

"I wanted to." He frowns slightly, looking at the little box in your hands, "like i said, it's not much, but–"

"It's perfect, thank you."

You kiss his cheek, feeling like melting from all the love you're receiving, but mostly because how even now, in the middle of war, between so much death and suffering, they still find a moment to celebrate life, to still be kind, to be thoughtful and caring.

The tips of his ears turn red, and you giggle softly before thanking him again, he nods as he moves for the next person to give you his best wishes, a few give you little kisses on your cheeks, and others give you stiff hugs that made you chuckle.

Jesse is the last one to hug you, along with Hardcase and Fives.

"Happy birthday to not only the best mechanic in the GAR, but to our best friend as well." Jesse says before giving you a bone crushing hug, a loud, breathless laugh leaving your lips as he leaves a very wet kiss on your cheek.

Hardcase doesn't wait for Jesse to leave before he's hugging you too.

"Happy birthday!"

And it's not long before you have all the boys crushing you in the biggest bear hug you've ever had, feeling a bit claustrophobic for a moment but that doesn't stop you from enjoying the moment, your heart swelling with love.

When they all pull away to let you breath, Fives places a hand over your shoulders, walking you towards the Generals and the Commander waited for you.

"We got another surprise for you!"

"Oh really?" You ask, looking at Echo when he places himself on your other side, throwing his arm over your shoulders as well and walking in sync with you and Fives.

"Fives really insisted on it."

You hum, confused once more, but as soon as you meet with the others, you find what they were talking about.

There's a big cake being held by two astromechs, the white frosting perfectly placed under the blue letters that held your name right on the middle, sprinkles of at least eight different colors, one of the corners had way too much yellow and there was a tiny smiley face on another.

"There's no birthday if there's no cake." Fives stated, and everyone agreed.

"We made it, so we're not completely sure if it's good," Tup sheepishly admitted, and you almost melted at the thought.

They were too sweet, incredibly so that your heart couldn't take it.

"Thank you guys, I'm sure it's amazing."

"Oh! you cannot cut it without blowing the candle," Obi Wan spoke, patting his clothes trying to find the candle Anakin made sure he didn't forget.

He placed it on the when he found it, giving you a dashing smile and a wink once he did. R2 was quick to lit it up.

The boys made sure to be loud when singing the happy birthday song, Hardcase and Jesse making their voices as low and loud as they could, making Dogma roll his eyes and Fives laugh for most of the song.

Tears left your eyes a few times, overwhelmed with the affection they all had for you, your cheeks hurting with how wide you were smiling.

"What did you wish for?" Fives asked you at some point, to which you shook your head as you took another bite of cake that –to everyone's surprise,– it was actually good.

"Can't tell you."

"Why not?"

"Some say that if you say your wish, it won't happen." He scoffs.

"Sounds like bullshit." You laugh loudly, which makes Fives' face break into a smile.

You don't tell him, though, that you didn't wish for anything. Not really, for everything you wanted was right there, with you, the feeling of home, of warmth. Knowing you belonged somewhere, in a family you found all by yourself, surrounded with joy, and love.

They made sure it was your best birthday ever.

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lousdaughter · 3 years ago

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you only make it to my journal because i refuse to think about you//

i. nostalgia is the pink ribbon you gave me and your little jokes and stifled laughs is all i hear when i see pink ribbons. and wonder; do you like how your nose looks now? did your dad win that court dispute? i hope he did.

ii. my favorite song has your name in it and goes on to repeat it many more times. everyone says their backdoor would be open for those they lost but i'll stay at my front door, waiting for you at the porch if you ever want to come back. do you remember me? do you want to remember me?

iii. happiness is my best friend rambling about her favorite paintings but some days it's you talking about that forever we failed at. i watch your favorite movies and pretend to not like you anymore but it's one of those things i spectacularly fail at.

iv. messages you acknowledge no more and the weight of a keychain with three names carved on it feels heavier than usual. our inside jokes don't see the light of the day, do they? still getting your heart crushed by that boy?

v. that boat of our friendship sank, got lost among many in the raging storm but reached the shore; as strangers. another dear smile turned into an alien one.

vii. we're in school. you're telling me how a february pisces and a march pisces are different. i know it's bullshit but i nod. trying to look like i understood so you wouldn't have to explain again.

viii. i keep your gifts on the top shelf but they end up tumbling down on my head along with the box of shells. you share your birthday with my father. i went to that mall with my friends and tried not to think how we took the most embarrassing pictures. i laugh bitterly because as much as our names were taken together even our pictures are lost. you're everywhere and still nowhere.

ix. your number is still saved in my mother's phone. she asks me about you and i tell her how you were a year ago.

x. if i were to turn a page for the times you weren't present, i'll go for a book. a character that's neither completely in nor out. i don't want to write about you. you make it difficult not to.

#dark academia #chaotic academia #spilled thoughts #dead poets society #moon #mooncore #mooniac #selenophiles #tumblr #writeblr #poetry #original poetry

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unbridgeabledistances · 4 years ago

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a ✨drunk and clingy ian✨ one-shot

okay so we all know that saint patrick’s day is a very arbitrary and somewhat meaningless holiday (at least in the u.s. lol)- but we also know that the gallaghers are incredibly fucking irish, so i am using this as an excuse to write some drunk and clingy gallavich fluff (bc i think we all need it!! or at least i do!!!!)

hope y’all enjoy<3

Mickey and Ian came in the door from their final weed security run of a way-too-chilly and grey March afternoon, kicking the slush off of their lace-up boots in a tired but comfortable silence. Mickey had been fantasizing for a good part of the afternoon about his usual afternoon ritual of collapsing onto the couch with a cold beer in his hand, and taking a long lazy nap while shitty game shows played on the TV in the background— but unfortunately, Debbie had other plans. Or so he realized when he turned the corner and his eyes were met with a forest of green and white streamers blanketing the living room, with Debbie determinedly balancing on a kitchen chair to hang them in the doorway.

Mickey did a double-take, shooting a glance at Ian and then back at the festive room again. What the fuck? He quickly racked his brain— there was no way he’d could’ve forgotten Franny’s birthday, that was in the summer—and he was pretty sure that Liam’s birthday was in the winter sometime; so whose the fuck was it? Too many goddamn Gallaghers to keep track of. Finally, Mickey admitted his own defeat.

“Is it someone’s fuckin’ birthday or something?”

Mickey flashed another gaze to Ian in confusion as he said it, hoping that Ian would silently mouth whatever the occasion was to him, or at the very least raise his eyebrows and goad Mickey enough to jog his memory to remember whatever the fuck today was— but Ian just gave an easygoing grin as he took in the room’s decor and let out a laugh.

“Debbie, isn’t this kind of going overboard?”

Debbie looked over her shoulder from where she was now taping a crudely scribbled picture of a shamrock, most likely drawn by Franny, up onto the wall.

“What? If it’s our last Saint Patrick’s Day in the house, the least we can do is go out with a bang,” she answered nonchalantly, and continued fixating on hanging up Franny’s drawing.

Mickey inadvertently let out a scoff and rolled his eyes. Fucking Gallaghers.

“I’m sorry, fucking Saint Patrick’s Day?”

Ian’s lips formed a playful smile and he elbowed Mickey between the ribs. “Yeah, Mick, Saint Patrick’s Day— also known as the unironically most important day of the Gallagher family calendar year. I can’t believe I forgot it was today, with all the work stuff we had going on.”

At first Mickey couldn’t tell if Ian was actually being serious— but in the same second he decided that it didn’t really matter, since Ian’s eyes were bright and shining and there was this weird giddy grin he was sporting from ear to ear, like he was absolutely fucking delighted that it was Saint Patrick’s Day, instead of just a normal goddamn Wednesday. Fucking softie.

And as endearing as that was, Mickey still couldn’t let him off that easily. “There’s no way I’m celebrating Saint Patrick’s Day. It’s a fake holiday for yuppie rich kids to go bar hopping—I’m not getting involved in any of your Gallagher bullshit.”

Ian’s grin just grew, like he knew exactly what Mickey was doing. “Hey, you married into this family. If anything, this is your own fault.”

Mickey just rolled his eyes, then continued to unlace his boots and throw them by the doorway.

“The fuck do you do anyways, aside from getting trashed?”

Ian put a hand on Mickey’s upper back to steady himself as he pulled his own shoes off. “I think getting trashed pretty much sums up the festivities. Today’s practically a holy day of observance for Frank, and I’m assuming Debbie’s also just gonna use today as an excuse to get drunk on a Wednesday.”

“Hell yeah I am!” Debbie called from where she was putting the chair back in the kitchen.

Mickey raised his eyebrows. “I knew Gallaghers were white trash, but I had no idea you were this bad.”

“Oh, come on. You don’t have any Ukranian white trash holidays or whatever?”

Mickey held back a bitter laugh. Yeah, they had “holidays,” in the form of days when Terry was celebratorily drunk enough to leave them the fuck alone for 24 hours, rare occasions when his looming shadow was out of the house and a festive lightness bled in in its place. They sort of celebrated Christmas, which was mostly just associated with too many painful memories of Terry ripping open the presents before he or his brothers had the chance, and too many painful stings associated with him having one too many drinks as they sat quietly inside the sagging house and pretended to be a big happy family for one night a year.

But never anything as gaudy and deliberate and ridiculous as observing a C-list, Irish-American holiday just for the hell of it, just for fun—which yes, was probably fueled by Frank’s alcoholism more than anything else, but also made something swell in Mickey’s insides that he didn’t quite know how to place.

And Mickey didn’t know how to let out that entire internal monologue to Ian while Debbie was standing within earshot. “Nah, man. Milkoviches don’t really do… holidays.”

Ian snaked a hand around Mickey’s back, giving his shoulder a squeeze, a grounding touch. He gets it.

“Well, get ready to have your mind blown, Mr. Gallavich, because we’re about to celebrate this hallowed occasion Gallagher style.”

Mickey rolled his eyes again, but let himself lean into Ian’s touch, lean his weight ever-so-slightly against Ian’s chest that was pressed behind him by the doorway. And, okay— as stupid as this was, maybe there was something sort of warm and solid about tradition, about hand-scribbled shamrocks and streamers on the wall, about having days to celebrate just because you wanted to, just because you could…

Just then Franny came hurdling into the room, wearing a baggy green t-shirt and a face-painted shamrock adorning her cheek.

Ian’s face lit up when she stopped in front of them. “Hey Franny! Happy Saint Patrick’s Day!”

Franny held out two bottles of beer to Ian and Mickey from where she had been hiding them behind her back.

“Mommy said I should give these to you when you came home!”

Mickey smirked, carefully taking the bottles from Franny’s outstretched hands. “Thanks, kiddo.”

And if all celebrating Saint Patrick’s Day took was knocking down a few beers on a weekday afternoon—well, Mickey wasn’t going to complain about that.

Of course, hours later Mickey realized how severely he’d underestimated Debbie’s enthusiasm— after lounging around the house waiting for the stream of Gallaghers to trickle in from their various daily activities, Debbie had rounded everyone up and they migrated to the Alibi as the sun was setting, where they’d met up with Kev and V and Lip and Tami, who (thank fucking god) looked as vaguely confused and fully apathetic about this whole “Saint Patrick’s Day” situation as Mickey did.

Now it was late, and Mickey was leaning against the bartop of the Alibi sipping a thick, foamy glass of Guinness, which was as close to embracing whatever-the-fuck Irish heritage his husband had as he was possibly going to get.

All of the Gallaghers were here, swirling around the room—Debbie had put on some sort of peppy music as Kev poured everyone drinks, and a couple of other Southside neighbors had heard the bass thrumming and joined the ruckus. The room wasn’t too crowded, but it was pleasantly full of bodies and chatter— Kev had bought bunches of shiny, tacky green mardi gras beads for everyone to wear, and the air in the room was festive and bordering on sloppy in a way that felt very different from how Mickey had envisioned this evening would go.

Mickey was pacing himself, because it was a Wednesday for fuck’s sake— but his husband was an entirely different story. Between the beers at home and the various drinks Debbie had been siphoning into his hands all night, Ian was teetering on the drunkest Mickey had seen him in years—which partially made the tiniest spark of trepidation start to creep into Mickey’s bloodstream, a spark that he immediately extinguished. It was one night, the first in a long time— Ian deserved to have some fun.

And he definitely, definitely was having fun— casually dancing with Debbie and Sandy and whoever else would humor him, grinning with red-hot cheeks and bright eyes— from across the room Mickey could tell how warm his skin would be if he pressed a hand against it, how flushed. Mickey wasn’t really in the mood for dancing, or whatever the fuck stumbling around and chatting and making friends Drunk Ian was up to for the evening, and he was perfectly content to nurse his drink at the bar— which is why it surprised him when Ian pulled himself out of the crowd, slightly stumbling over his own feet, and made the way across the room to where Mickey was leaning at the bar, immediately boxing him in and putting his hands square on Mickey’s waist. Mickey almost imperceptibly let in a sharp breath.

Ian looked down at him, all smiles and shiny eyes— when he spoke the scent of sweet, hot liquor danced on Mickey’s face and all he wanted was to be closer, to breathe it in.

“Are you having fun?” Ian’s right hand traced up Mickey’s side, then back down to its hold on his hipbone.

Mickey raised his eyebrows. “You and your leprechaun family don’t mess around, Gallagher.”

Ian smiled a lazy, tipsy smile, and pecked Mickey’s cheek before Mickey could be embarrassed about it.

“D’you wanna dance with me?”

Ian’s hands slid off of his hips and entangled with Mickey’s hands that had been hanging limply at his sides, walking backwards so their fingers were laced together an arm’s distance apart.

Mickey shrugged noncommittally. “I’ll leave showing the Irish pride to you and the rest of the drunken Gallaghers.”

Ian registered Mickey’s words and opened his mouth to reply, just as Debbie pulled Ian over by the arm.

“Stop sulking with Mickey and do more shots with me!”

Jesus Christ. Ian was going to be wrecked when their alarm went off for work in the morning, and Mickey was starting to debate if he was going to need to have a talking-to with Debbie about the appropriate amount of “Saint Patrick’s Day fun” they were allowed to partake in next year— but for now Ian was happy, and he could stomach one night of hardcore festivities.

Mickey stood at the bar for a while, watching Ian and Debbie get progressively more flushed as they bobbed through the crowd— and then, when Debbie had found some other victim in their mid-twenties to get even more shitfaced with, Ian made his way across the room to Mickey again, plopping onto the barstool beside him and heaving his bodyweight onto Mickey’s left side, burying his face in the crook of Mickey’s neck. Mickey wrapped a tentative arm around Ian’s waist, trying to hold him up from slouching off of the barstool.

“M’tired.” Mickey could feel Ian’s hot breath dancing on his collarbone as he slurred out the words, and felt Ian’s eyelids flutter shut against the side of his neck.

Ian was always giving Mickey measured casual touches, wherever they were—but it was so exceedingly rare that Ian fully let himself go like this, let himself be drunk and happy and just crumple into Mickey, without worrying about holding anyone else up. It felt new, but it felt good— Mickey let the solid weight of his husband’s body leaning against his press him down, rooting him into the Alibi’s sticky floors, feeling the clammy skin of Ian’s forehead that was solidly lodged into the side of Mickey’s neck.

He hated to admit it, but in that moment, something in Mickey was also frozen solid— as much as Mickey had grown in the past few years, something about these situations, about PDA or whatever, still made Mickey feel like he was treading water—like he was fighting to stay afloat while everyone’s eyes were on him, and the strong current was only lifted when he and Ian were in the dark safety of their bedroom. If Mickey was drunk at a bar and sloppily leaning onto Ian, there was no doubt in Mickey’s mind that Ian would hold him, would gingerly touch him and caress him and do more to him than just prop him up— but something in Mickey still hesitated and flashed with warning signs in a crowded room full of people.

But Ian was still breathing hot on Mickey’s neck— so Mickey thought about what Ian would do, if it was Mickey who was tipsy and slumped on his shoulder. He tentatively raised his arm from where it was lying limply by his side, and started to run soothing circles onto Ian’s t-shirt, just above his hipbone where Mickey’s hand was holding Ian up by his waist.

Ian hummed in acknowledgement of the touch— and then he pressed a tender kiss to the crook of Mickey’s neck, where his face was buried. Fuck. Mickey just pulled him in closer, gently tugging Ian’s torso in by his belt loop to hold him steady.

Ian hummed again, then started to press kisses up and down Mickey’s neck. “You smell good.”

Mickey’s heart started to beat a little quicker, his blood running hotter than usual—and Ian couldn’t fucking do this now, while the rest of his family was milling around and dancing and wearing fucking mardi gras beads while flaunting their Gallagher pride.

Ian lifted his forehead off of Mickey’s shoulder, and gently bit at the underside of Mickey’s jaw—and Mickey thought he was going to combust right there, on the spot, in a room full of Gallaghers pressed against the bartop at the Alibi by his very drunk husband.

And in an act of excruciatingly inconvenient timing, Lip sidled up to the bar and sat on the barstool on Mickey’s other side, nursing what Mickey assumed (and hoped) was a diet Coke in a beer glass.

“Hey there, Mick. And, uh, Ian.”

Ian looked up from where he was very engrossed in continuing to nuzzle the opposite side of Mickey’s neck, and glared at Lip from across Mickey’s chest.

“Go away, Lip.” Ian collapsed his head back onto Mickey’s shoulder and closed his eyes again, wrapping his arms around Mickey’s neck like a fucking boa constrictor. Mickey snaked an arm up around Ian’s back, holding him steady on the wobbly barstool.

Lip held back a laugh as he sipped his drink, then took a drag of the cigarette he was holding. “Seems like Ian’s done enough drinking to make our ancestors proud.”

Mickey took a sip of his own beer with his free hand. “Debbie made sure of that.”

Lip raised his eyebrows. “Damn. Guess we’d better keep an eye on her, make sure she doesn’t also have the Frank gene.”

Mickey grunted in acknowledgement, then took another sip of his beer, mostly because he didn’t know what else to say. Ian’s head shifted slightly on his shoulder— and Mickey realized he probably needed to haul Ian home ASAP, before he was even more sleepy and incoherent and unable to lug down the street.

Lip noticed Ian’s movement on Mickey’s shoulder and smirked. “I’ve gotta say, I’ve never seen Ian being this clingy before. Even with other guys—no offense, Mick— he usually stayed pretty contained. And you guys aren’t usually too into the PDA department.”

Mickey shrugged, trying not to jostle the heavy weight of where Ian’s head was hanging. Lip was right—he and Ian never really were all over each other, especially not like this, outside of the context of their room, when they were very much always all over each other.

Lip kept studying them, and the corner of his mouth eventually ticked upward. “It’s good. He’s definitely not this… comfortable with anyone else. Including me, which is definitely saying something.”

It felt weird, to get something like what felt like Lip’s full blessing at a raunchy Gallagher party months after he and Ian had gotten married—but that was also exactly what it felt like was happening.

Lip’s eyes suddenly darted across the room, to where Tami was holding up his coat and gesturing to the door. Lip rose from the barstool, stubbed out his cigarette, and put out a hand to clap Mickey on the shoulder as a goodbye.

“Catch up with you later, Mick.” Lip reached out and jokingly tousled Ian’s hair. “Make sure this one doesn’t hate himself too much tomorrow morning.”

Mickey smirked. Ian was practically asleep and drooling on his shoulder, his breathing turned steady—Mickey reached a hand up to card through his hair, then gently shrugged his shoulder to get Ian’s head to rise from where it was jammed on his neck.

Ian raised his head, his eyes bleary and confused at first, then softening around the edges when he met Mickey’s gaze.

“Alright, let’s get you home, carrottop.”

#did i read this before posting it???? nope #this is so silly but was also living RENT FREE in my brain #also this is temporally separated from the last ep lol bc i do not have it in me to write anything heavy this week #drunk happy husbands only !!!!#🙅🏻‍♂️‼️#gallavich #gallavich fic #shameless #shameless fic #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #ian x mickey #ian and mickey #ixm #gallavich fanfiction

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Sneak peek: Part Eleven of "I loved you first"

A rather special flashback...

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“We have an appointment with Effie in two weeks,” Katniss said, her eyes on the leather planner on her lap. “I have a class in the morning that day. Can you pick me up from campus?”

Peeta’s eyes remained on the road ahead, his hands gripping the steering wheel. “Sure.”

Katniss raised a brow at his furrowed expression.

“Your mom’s birthday is coming up,” she continued, going back to the planner. “We need to get her a present though I’m not sure we could possibly get her. She has every single kitchen appliance because of your family’s connection to the food industry. Jewelry would be nice, but we’re lacking in the financial department. Maybe we can get something to do with the baby, but what?”

Her boyfriend’s stare remained on the road.

Katniss huffed, her irritation rising.

“Also, my mom has been bugging me about the baby shower,” she told him. “She wants to do a whole teddy bear theme and is buying out every teddy bear she can find online. Also, she needs a guest list from you. I’m not sure how many of your friends are interested in a baby shower, but maybe if we get their girlfriends in on it…”

“Sure.”

Slamming the planner closed, Katniss whipped over to him.

“What the fuck is going on?”

Peeta turned to her, confusion in his blue eyes. “What are you talking about?”

“You’ve barely listened to anything I said! What is going on with you? Are you having second thoughts about this whole baby thing?” Her hands went to her full belly. “Because you know what, Mellark? We’re six months into this. It’s a little late for you to be freaking out over the little girl gestating in my uterus!” Katniss threw her hands up. “I can’t believe at this point that you’re going through this—”

The car abruptly swerved to the side of the sandy road and Peeta parked, pulling the brake shift up roughly.

“I’m going to propose to you!”

Katniss froze, her grey eyes going round. “What?”

“The party for Marvel that we’re currently driving to—doesn’t exist!” Her boyfriend turned to her, anxiety in his gaze. “I had this whole thing planned at his parents’ beach house, but I’ve been so nervous about the actual proposal. I’ve been trying to come up with something romantic and special, but you know how horrible I am at speeches.”

“That’s true,” she agreed.

He was barely getting through his Public Speaking class this semester.

“And I tried writing it down,” Peeta told her. “But it sounded so phony. It was so not us.”

“Us?”

“It didn’t sound real,” he explained. “What we have is as real as it can get. We know each other’s strengths and weaknesses. We make each other better. But we fight and argue. Every day isn’t perfect by any means and some days, I know we get frustrated with each other—probably you more than me. But we always find a way to make it work and it makes us stronger.” Peeta ran a hand through his hair. “Because at the end of the day if we’re together, then all the bullshit between that is worthwhile.”

They both lapse into silence—minus Peeta’s heaving from his torrent of words.

“Well, that’s as good as a proposal can get.”

Peeta turned to his girlfriend in shock. “What?”

“You know me,” Katniss said. “You know us. We’re not about flowers or any of that crap. Like you said, we’re real.”

He chuckled softly. “Yeah, I didn’t think I’d say ‘bullshit’ during my proposal.”

His girlfriend beamed. “We’ll keep that part of the story a secret from the rest of the family.”

Taking a deep breath, Peeta reached into his pants pocket, pulling out a small velvet box and placing on the dashboard.

Katniss looked to it in disbelief. “Oh my gosh, you were actually for real.”

Peeta took the box, opening it and revealing a gold ring with a single solitary diamond.

“This is my great-grandmother’s ring,” he explained. “I asked my parents for some help and advice about getting a ring and this is what they suggested. This is an important heirloom to our family, and they felt like you should have it. In time, I’ll get you a ring that is yours and yours alone—”

“No!” Katniss looked to him; her eyes full. “I love it because your parents think of me as already part of your family.”

“I kind of told them in Kindergarten that I would marry you,” Peeta replied sheepishly. “So, they’ve had years to get used to the thought of us.”

Katniss let out a watery laugh, and he reached, tenderly wiping a stray tear from her cheek.

“Katniss Everdeen, love of my life, will you marry me?

She gasped, nodding frantically.

Peeta grinned, reaching for the ring. “Is that a yes?”

“Yes,” she squeaked out. “It’s a yes.”

He quickly slipped the ring on her finger before pulling Katniss into a full kiss. She followed, her arms weaving around his neck as she deepened their joined lips.

The windows had steamed by the time they pulled apart.

“So how long do we have until we’re at Marvel’s?” Katniss asked, chest heaving from their kiss. “I’d really like to celebrate this engagement.”

Peeta let out a shaky breath, he was still reeling himself.

“Ten minutes—if I drive really, really fast.”

Quickly, his fiancée sat back and yanked her seatbelt back on.

“Let’s go.”

#Sneak Peak #I loved you first #Everlark #Everlark Fanfiction #divorced!everlark #share the love and reblog

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all-things-fic · 4 years ago

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Country Lane | Divorce Harry III

Thank you all for waiting for this one. Massive middle finger to tumblr for screwing the post up! Divorce Harry III is finally here!

Shoutout to my lovely ladies who taking time to read this for me @harrytheehottie, @harryfeatgaga, @haute-romance-quotidienne and of course @waitingfortwilight. Also, thank you to all my lovely anons and those of you who come off anon to talk about this, I’ve really loved the general chit chat about the series <3

Without further ado, enjoy! Lots of love and happy Saturday! x

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You had no idea where you were.

Surrounded by nothing but overgrown grass and the odd wooden fence. If you listened carefully in the distance you could hear the traffic of what you thought could be the A34 road and you were pretty sure that the last sign you had seen before your car cut out had been for Congleton.

Rubbing your hands down your fresh face, your spa retreat to Mottram Hall for the hen-do of one of the school Mum’s entering her second marriage, was nothing more than a distant memory. As you sat freezing, in your car, looking out onto the harsh autumn weather of October, you were far from relaxed and rejuvenated.

Worrying your bottom lip with your top teeth, you juggled your phone from palm to palm. You knew you had to call him, you effectively didn’t have any choice. Especially after you’d pulled your way through your glove compartment and you hadn’t come up trumps with your breakdown cover documentation.

Part of you was cursing in that moment at how you’d handed the piece of paper which held all telephone numbers and car insurance policy account numbers over to your son to scribble upon during one particularly long car session, just to keep him quiet. You were actually sure it was now stuck on your fridge with a lovely drawing of what you presumed to be Marvel characters all over it.

The worst of it all was that you knew whatever had happened to your car was bad. You knew simply from the way the car had spluttered and started to grind before almost seizing up and stalling to a halt.

Unlocking your phone, you scrolled through your contacts and landed on his contact card. Clicking on it you saw when the last time you had called him was and recalled the soft FaceTime he’d had with your eldest son, who wanted to tell his Daddy about how he’d been picked for the schools first rugby team, taking him out of reserves and off the bench.

Breathing deeply, you ignored the ache the fond memory began to cause and tapped Harry’s name. The dialling tone that greeted you filled the pit of your stomach with knots as you tried to relax in the leather seat of your Range Rover.

Again, you started to worry your lips at the fifth ring, before the line clicked and you heard his warm voice. You froze at how friendly he sounded, his voice held an edge of laughter to it and you heard shuffling faintly in the background, followed by chatter, before it was shut out.

On the other end of the line, Harry had found himself dodging his way around people in his Mother’s kitchen in Cheshire, before leaving the room and catching your call before it cut off.

“Sorry ‘bout tha’,” he spoke an unnecessary apology, probably because of how long it had taken him to answer, as you remained quiet on the other line.

You blinked harshly at the sound of your name being spoken. “Are you still there?” Harry asked, pulling the phone away from his ear to see that the call was indeed still running.

“Ye- yeah,” you stuttered, partly due to a soft tremble to your lips from being cold.

“Everythin’ alrigh’?” He asked, a concerned edge to his question, as you dropped deeper into your car seat.

Another small amount of silence.

“Not really,” you responded, honestly. “Where are you?”

With a small frown, he answered, “‘M at Mums. ‘S her birthday this weekend, remember?”

Shit. You’d forgotten.

Heavily breathing in response, you said, “It slipped my mind. Sorry.”

There was a chuckle at the end of the line.

“Not like you tha’,” he playfully jostled, causing the pit of your stomach to fall through again. You hated how he always managed to make any conversation between the two of you not seem as if you were in the middle of a prolonged divorce. “Usually got everything colour coordinated on our kitchen calendar.”

And he still did that so smoothly too, spoke about things as if you still did them together. The use of ‘our’ and ‘we’ was second nature and so naturally fell off his tongue in a velvety way that was soothing but left you shivering if caught by your touch in a different way.

As if he could read your mind, before you’d thought it, he said, “Don’t worry. I added everyone’s names to the presents so she thinks they’re from all o’ us.”

“I shouldn’t have called, you’re busy,” you responded without feeling, starting to pull the phone away from your ear and back to thinking about how you could get in touch with your breakdown cover. There had to be a way, surely.

“Hey, no,” he was urgent. “Don’t hang up, ‘s fine. I’ve pulled myself away. ‘S okay- please. Don’t hang up on me, something’s not right ‘ere. ‘S okay to still need me sometimes, y’ know?”

“It’s okay, I can sort it myself-“ you flung your car door open. “Can you just tell me know how to pop the bonnet up on this car, cause it’s been so bloody long since I last had to do it-“

“Pop the bonnet? Why’d you need to do that? Have you broken down somewhere?” His questions were clipped as he asked.

“Don’t get arsey with me-“

“‘M not,” he replied, quickly cutting. He really was. “Are the kids wi’you?”

“‘S alright for me be stranded on the side of the road on my own when it’s about to get dark-“

“Did I say that?” Again, he words were clipped. “Are you trying to wind me up?”

“Why have you not told me how to raise the bonnet?”

He sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose before walking the short distance in his Mother's hallway to lower himself, slowly, down to sit on the stairs.

“Underneath the passenger side there’s a lever,” he paused his softer tone, giving you time to find it. As he spoke you trampled against the grass closest to the passenger side and opened the door. Looking down at a red lever, which had clearly made itself known to you now that it had been brought to your attention.

“Found it?” he asked, hearing you hum.

You shut the passenger door of your car and stared at the slightly popped up bonnet, Harry’s voice filling your ears again. “If you feel underneath the bonnet, between the E and the R there is another little lever. Squeeze that and it’ll release the bonnet-“

“Where’s the little thing to keep it up?”

He breathily chuckled, “‘s on hydraulics so keeps itself up.”

Again, you didn’t respond and he was met with silence. Harry rested his chin against his palm waiting for you to speak, eyes looking towards the dimming light as night began to approach.

“Wha’ can you see?”

“Not a whole lot, it looks fine to me.“

“Darling, just let me come to you.”

“But this is why I pay for breakdown cover,” you snapped.

“Where are you?” He asked, voice deep and to your annoyance laced with concern that he should no longer hold.

You stammered trying to figure out some sort of excuse to bullshit him with, eyes taking in the country lane and the vast greeness around you.

“Last time ‘m askin’,” he harshly cut in. “‘S gonna get dark soon, so jus’ tell me where y’are.”

“Somewhere near Congleton.”

“And wha’s the matter wi’the car?”

You noted his voice on his last question was a bit pinched, probably from focusing on another task like pulling on a pair of trainers to bring him to you. He clearly wasn’t playing along anymore.

“Well, I think I’ve had an oil leak but none of the lights have come on to officially let me know whether I have or haven’t. The only thing is the nasty black marks that are on the driveway at home, but ‘s nothing that couldn't probably be jet washed off-“

As you rambled about cleaning the oil from the drive of the Hampstead home, Harry zoned out beginning to list the things he would probably require to bring with him. He was sure some of it could be found in Robin’s old garage, knowing that boxes of tools were still piled in the far corner.

“Send me your exact location via text.”

“Harry-“ you sighed.

“‘M not askin’, ‘m telling,” he abruptly responded.

***

People say that Googling symptoms is never a good thing, you suppose the same could be said for a car.

Were they symptoms though? You couldn’t quite coherently think of another descriptor for them as they brought up search after search at how you quite possibly could have ruined your car.

You tried not to dwell as the sky around you began to get darker while you sat in the safe passing place on the country lane. It wasn’t like you had much choice but to stick around.

Cold, and dithering slightly, you had taken to throwing your coat over your body like a blanket as simply wearing it wasn’t keeping your entire body warm enough.

Car doors locked and eyes closed, you tried to find some solace in your waiting. You didn’t have much avail, as you were interrupted by the harsh white lighting of LED headlights breaking through the dimming dusk sky.

You frowned, eyes squinting as the light got closer and pulled in behind you. A sense of uncertainty filled your body at the new arrival, along the otherwise desolate road.

A figure of a male jumped out of the car behind you, causing you to still all of your movement in your car seat as you tried to make out any features to you that would make you comfortable in knowing it was Harry.

The blinding lights made it far too difficult to see anything and you were beginning to think that the person behind you had left them on, on purpose. Unless they were those annoying ones that slowly turned themselves off.

Staring out you vaguely were able to make out the figure approaching you and as he got halfway you relaxed.

It was Harry.

He rapped his knuckles gently at your driver's side window and then smiled to himself as he realised how you wouldn’t be able to open it due to your inactive engine.

“Open the door for me,” he spoke, his voice slightly muffled as it came through your car window. He watched as you reached for the door handle inside and pushed the door ajar ever so slightly. “Could you have picked anywhere more hidden away?”

You didn’t respond straight-away, deciding instead to take him in as he stood with his left arm leaning up against the doorframe of your car. His right arm taut as he held the car door open and away from you both, not wanting it to cause any obstruction.

Underneath his khaki parka you could faintly make out a worn Versace tee as it hung open, unzipped. You internally rolled your eyes. What kind of person wore Versace to fix a car and possibly get covered in oil in the process?

As you rested your head back against the seat behind you, you silently enjoyed the way he looked down at you. It was always quite frustrating, even more so now you weren’t together, how magnetising he was.

“Do me a favour?” He broke the silent stare, “Lean over and pull the lever for me? Don’t quite fancy walking around the car and possibly going down a ditch.”

“My parking isn’t that bad!” You chastised, watching the way his lips twitched. “I’m being courteous of other cars on this tiny lane, given them extra room near the passing place-“

“You got miles of space this side of the dotted line,” he spoke cutting in, eyes wide and filled with humour. “Surprised you didn’t drive down the hill bank the other side to be extra courteous.”

“Can pull the lever yourself now, hope you break your ankle-“

“No you don’t-“

“I’d just leave you here, you know? Take the keys out of your pocket and go.“

“Don’t need to resort to petty crime,” his voice was a bit weaker now but still just as cheeky. “Could’ve just asked for ‘em.”

Your eyes moved towards the glinting keys that he held loosely by the key ring after quickly retrieving them from his pocket. Tauntingly wanting you to reach out from them.

“You’re just going to pull them away, if I grab for ‘em.”

“‘M not,” he stressed with a slight laughter. “You’re always so cynical and defensive. Not even thanked me for driving out to come and get you.”

You didn’t respond, instead you gently reached for the keys, feeling him slightly shift them from your grip as he enjoyed the determination on your face.

Fingers filled with want, you still grabbed for them, successfully but having to be halfway out of the seat and door of your car in order to fulfill your achievement.

When your feet met the ground beneath you, you quickly shifted around to pull your coat on properly. As you moved from the doorway, you watched as Harry dropped his chest onto the driver's seat and reached across the width of the car to pull the lever without needing to walk around the car to do so.

Putting a bit of distance between you, so you didn’t fall foul of staring too long at his bum in his blue jeans, you stalled yourself as he pushed his body up to standing and flipped through a book in his hands.

“Harry?”

“Yeah?” He said, flicking through what you now knew to be the car’s manual that he must’ve also grabbed from the glove box while inside the car. When you didn’t reply he tore his eyes away from the pages and over to you.

“You’re a good man.”

The honesty in your voice, knocked him. “‘M not, but ‘m trying t’be.”

The two of you stared at each other in the dimming darkness and you knew your gaze matched his sad one.

Clearing his throat, he threw the manual against the driver’s seat. “Anyway out m’ sight, leave the men to the work an’ all tha’. ‘S got heated seats an’ all, if you’re into tha’ sorta thing.”

***

You felt bad watching him out in the cold and dark, a light hanging from the bonnet the only source around him that you imagined was keeping him going.

Sitting in the passenger seat, you let your eyes roam around the black interior of his car that was incredibly spacious and so suitable for your barrage of children.

Your attention turned to outside again as you saw Harry move around from your car and walk up towards his own. His forearm came up to wipe across his mouth, bringing your attention to his facial hair that seemed to be getting thicker and thicker.

Without needing to be prompted, you pressed the button to lower the driver's side window and watched as he pressed his forearms into the resting place you had created for him now there was no window blocking his way.

“Can you get me one of them shammy cloths from out o’the boot please? Jus’ need to double check the dipstick.”

You nodded as he continued, “Would do it m’self but-“ he paused, opening out his hands and showing how dirty his fingers were to you.

“It’s fine,” you said, leaving the car and joining him. “I feel a bit useless anyway,” you admitted.

Both of you remained silent when he joined you at the back of his car, two sets of eyes easily spotting what you were looking for. You opened the packet of two cloths, a horrible peach colour, and passed him one before swapping places with him.

You moved to stand at the side of the car, watching him drop his head inside the boot to see if there was anything else he needed while he was at the other car.

“Since when did you become one of them?”

“One of who?” He asked, his head popping around the side of his car and out of the boot to look at you.

“Your lights on this car are far too bright.”

He rolled his eyes, remaining quiet as he turned back to the contents of his boot. He wasn’t going to respond to your unnecessary nitpicking.

“It’s really nice inside though. Single about me did well then,” you found yourself saying the comment in a biting fashion, unable to hold your tongue.

“Which one?” He bit right back, a clanging heard from the boot, “I asked you if you wanted a credit, you said no.”

You clammed up. He hadn’t taken what you said as a joke. A bit of light humour, you thought, for the road. It was your own fault. You’d become that sort of annoying person you often could get when you found yourself awkwardly doing nothing with yourself. Your delivery of your joke didn’t help either.

“Think I preferred you when you stayed sat, quiet, in the car,” Harry said, head moving out from the boot again so you could read his expressions. Raised eyebrows and twitching lips.

“Piss off,” you glared at him, slowly turning to walk away.

Now it was Harry’s turn to think you were joking, as he shouted after you. “Really gonna be like that after I turned up to save you. That’s twice now I’ve had t’remind yer.”

“You insisted-“

“I know I did,” he spoke around a chuckle. “Now where’re you off to?”

“‘M walking home-“

“Don’t be so fucking ridiculous,” he shouted after you, a frown jarring through his light features when he moved from the open boot to walk closer to you as you turned back around to face him.

***

He managed to coax you to sit back in the car not much longer after you’d stormed off in a huff. Not without a fight, but this was one he was willing to back down on just to get you to stop storming off.

Looking back on it now, the scene was probably quite funny to some passerby or outsider, or it would’ve been if you weren’t so secluded. A female dressed in the most fetching of clothes - sarcasm noted - arguing in the middle of a street. Like some five year old in need of a nap.

Speaking of naps, your eyes shot open wide at the loud bang of your car bonnet being shut. You hadn’t realised that you’d begun to doze until you were abruptly woken.

Bleary vision was quickly erased with a rub of your eyes, as you moved to face the front and pushed your hair from your face.

You were met with Harry busy fiddling with the wires of his lamp. His face dropped down and hair falling so easily into his eyes. He kept walking rather than look into the car to see if you were still with him. Instead, he dropped everything that was in his hands into the boot and proceeded to annoyingly continue to subconsciously show off by pressing a button to close his boot automatically.

Staying wrapped up in one of your kids car blankets, you curled your legs underneath your body and rested your right cheek against the headrest. You continued to be silent as you started to wake up, eyes blinking slowly as you watched Harry in the dark pull open his car door.

He swung his body into the car with an almighty groan, one that caused you in your sleepy haze to softly smile. He looked shattered as he relaxed in his seat and rested his head backwards.

With eyes closed he sighed heavily, letting you take him in without a care. You’d noticed that at some point since your nap he’d removed his coat and now he sat in just his t-shirt and jeans. Both, of which, now looked like they had seen better days.

His brow had begun to perspire as he entered the warmth of his car, the quick switch from the Baltic (slight over exaggeration) temperatures outside to those more welcoming inside the G-Wagon could do that to you.

“Don’t think it’s fucked completely,” he said to break the silence, wiping his face and sweat with the back of his hand and wrist, to try and ensure his oil covered fingers didn’t leave any other stains on his skin.

You enjoyed the way he used the back of his hand, wrist and forearm to wipe at his now slightly clammy skin. Stupidly it emphasised how defined his upper body had become. “Dipstick wasn’t as dry as I was expecting,” he continued, “Just topped her up and ‘m ‘oping she turns over and sounds as good as new.”

Again, silence. His eyes staring straight ahead of him, yours enjoying his profile. God, he had a fantastic nose. It was definitely something that your daughter had inherited and you wondered if it would be a feature that a loved one in her life would sometimes admire in the next generation.

“Got any baby wipes wi’ you?” He cut his eyes to yours from the corner of his vision, taking in the way you were curled up in the passenger seat wearing the car blanket of your eldest son.

His eyes lingered on your shape for a while, dropping down and enjoying the way you had curled yourself up and presented to him in such a cosy vision. It meant you felt relaxed around him and that was all he ever wanted.

It was a nice contrast to the emotive happenings between the two of you that had almost become commonplace of late. A foreign feeling that was so simple, but so exciting.

Without verbal response you reached from your handbag that was in the footwell to have a look inside at the contents.

“Don’t wanna leave this car, been a bit spoiled over the last hour or so. Could do with an upgrade myself as they’re all getting older and need a bit more room,” you spoke as you rummaged around, movements still slightly sluggish.

You were successful in finding what you needed, the rustling of the plastic packaging jarring to your ears. Quickly pulling at the cover overlay, you swiftly pulled out a couple of wipes with such a mom-like finesse that had you balancing them on top of the now closed packet as you turned to face Harry.

“Don’t even think about making it a clause in the divorce,” he joked, eyes looking up at you from underneath his brow. His eyebrows snapped up in shock as you snatched at his hand and abruptly pulled at the baby wipes you’d retrieved from inside your handbag.

The two of you fell silent as you wiped at his left hand first, watching the black of the oil slowly leave his fingers. Breathing was heavy in the empty space as you didn’t dare raise your gaze higher to look into his eyes, that you knew were watching you.

“It’s so attractive, how much of a Mum you are,” he dared to say what he really thought as his humoured expression fell away. “Cleaning my hands up nicely, like ‘m your child that’s made a mess of m’dinner.”

“Harry,” you sighed his name, fidgeting softly in your seat. He chuckled in such a husky way that you found yourself softening regardless of the way it riled you.

Releasing his left hand, you reached straight for his right. Seeing the way he caught himself and stopped it before it fell against his lap. He smoothly reached for you, brushing your hair behind your shoulders as it began to curtain across the right side of your face.

“Last time m’hands were this dirty, you were licking and sucking ‘em clean.”

You felt your face begin to heat up from his brazenness.

“Are you blushing for me?” He whispered, his left hand moving along your jaw, to tilt your head upwards. He had a hold of your jaw, slightly rougher than before and while your face played ball, your eyes did not. “‘S been ages since you blushed fo’me.”

Again the sound of breathing filled the car, Harry’s gaze all over your features before his other words punctuated the air, “Look a’me.”

As your eyes moved sharply to the right, you looked at the way he’d lolled his head back. His thumb slowly pulled at your bottom lip, watching the way it softly bounced from his touch, before he lifted it to trace faintly over your Cupid’s bow.

“Missed your lips,” he admitted, enjoying the light puffs of breath that bounced against the pad of his thumb. Before you could think, you’d taken his thumb inside your mouth, an appreciative groan leaving his lips.

You felt the way his fingers cupped under your chin, gently stroking at your skin, silently caressing. Teeth nipping playfully against the skin of his thumb as you pulled away.

“How much?” You asked, lips turning to ghost against the inside of his hand.

His eyes lingered as you watched him nudge his chin up slightly, silently asking for you to come to him.

You sucked in a heavy breath as you leaned into him, the dimming ceiling light of the car slowly allowing darkness to swallow you both. A faint smile nudged your lips as your nose fell against his top lip.

He scooped you under his arm - lining you up better - hands trying to hold you as near to him as he could as you leaned over the centre console of the car to be closer to him.

“Enough,” he husked, before adding, “Your nose is cold,” in a passing tone, lips against your temple now. Breathing deeply through your nose you let him pull you even closer, unable to believe that you weren’t close enough. Muffled apologies left your lips, about how your nose was cold.

The soft drag of his lips to yours pulled you under a haze that swept away your apologies and into a tender reacquaintance. His lips were slightly shaking against yours and you weren’t sure if it was to do with the cold that he had found himself in or if it were due to his nervousness.

Regardless he was steady. Knew exactly what he was doing and what he wanted. Pulling kiss after kiss from you in the slowest fashion that you felt yourself beginning to warm up.

“‘S nice to have a little kiss,” he gently spoke against the corner of your mouth. “Missed you treating me to ‘em.”

“I think you just know exactly what to say,” you murmured as you allowed him to continue ghosting his lips over yours. “Know exactly what you're doing.”

“‘F you’re suggesting that I’m trying it on,” he murmured against your lips, “I absolutely fucking am.”

“Would never have guessed,” you looked at him with heavy eyelids, head now nudged back slightly to enable you to see his entire face. He smirked at you, eyes blinking slowly as he willed you to him once more.

His hand was secure around the back of your neck, fingers messily woven through your hair. His other hand gently massaged at the top of your back, over your fetching loungewear that you had chosen to drive home in.

“‘S it working?”

“What do you think?”

Harry’s eyes dropped in a slow blink as he felt the way your hand lowered down his chest and abdomen, which was wavering slightly from his nervous anticipation.

Dropping your head down to his chest, you left a kiss to his pec as you mumbled and felt the button of his jeans giveway to your fingers and thumb. “I am grateful, you know?”

“Yeah?”

The ruffle of your hair against the cotton of his tee filled the car, him recognising it as you nodding.

“Me too,” he assured.

And he was. Grateful.

For the life he’d had with you up until this point.

The family the two of you had created. The one you were so fiercely fighting for. Messily and viciously, all from a good place. The best place.

He licked at his dry lips, leaving his mouth to hang open slightly as he watched you descend down to his semi that was hidden in the confines of his jeans.

“Both of us need warming up,” he mused, his hands sliding from your hair and down your back, slowly and gently to your slightly raised bum from how you had placed yourself over the center console. “In’t that right?”

A dull slap of his hand against your leggings-clad bum had you rocking back as you felt his hands slide under the waistband to massage at your cheek.

Swallowing heavy, Harry tilted back his head and even through his hooded eyes he caught his blissed expression in the rear view mirror, as he felt you take his balls into your mouth and gently suckle.

He rasped your name as he basked in the dirty licks, heavily laden with saliva from your watering mouth before you took him into your throat. Obscene sounds from your actions wove between his heavy breathing and quick pants.

“Fuck me, darling.”

With his hand that was still against your bum, he pulled you closer. Hands desperate to have purchase of something as you gently but messily sucked and licked, desperate to feel the tickle of his pubic hair against the tip of your nose to know you’d successfully taken him all the way down.

His breathing was shaky, a quick hiss leaving his lips as he felt the way your nails dug into his denim clad thighs from his previous movements to try and hold steady. The position wasn’t ideal, but the feeling of your shaking breath against his wet cock as you nosed against his jeans had him smiling.

As you turned your head slightly to look at him from the corner of your vision, you noticed the way he was looking down at you. How powerful he seemed in that moment as you were slightly beneath him.

The thought changed though with the way his hand came up to your face, his thumb against your wet lips for the shortest time before he cradled the back of your head to help pull you back up and avoid any mishaps.

He tugged you forward to crush his mouth to yours with pleased hums as he tasted himself on you. Lips smacking as he pulled kiss after kiss from your mouth, smiling at the eagerness of you both.

His hands joined yours as they pulled at his jeans, his hips lifting in the seat and his arms strong as he pushed the denim and underwear down to sit closer to his knees.

“Mm,” he hummed, as his bare bum cheeks met the heated seat beneath them. “Put the seats on fo’me.”

“Don’t say I don’t ever treat you nicely.”

He huskily chuckled as he brought your lips back to him again. “Nice an’ warm,” he lazily spoke, acknowledging the heated seats. “Jus’ for me.”

And he knew every bit of his words meant the double entendre that you had caught,looking on as you pulled away to sink back into your own seat

Looking over at him, you noticed the lust behind his eyes as he slowly pumped his hand up and down his wet and aching cock when you sunk back into your own seat and watched his head loll against the headrest once more. His nostrils flared as he bit down on his bottom lip and nudged his chin up, getting you silently to come to him once more when he’d seen your movements in removing your own bottoms had ended.

“Wouldn’t do this for anyone else, y’know that?” You said around your messy kiss as you raised your legs and felt his hands guide you to straddle him. Hands splayed across your lower back and the top half of your bum as he secured you to him.

“Should bloody ‘ope not.”

As you sat above him, you could feel him there. Sprung back and wet. Your mouths rested against each other, heavy and open. Eyes moving to and fro over each other’s.

“Been at this too long to start sharing now.”

Your hips moved forward at his words, with the smallest of motions but it was enough to make his cock glide between your lips. His expression was one of immeasurable pleasure regardless of how little the touch.

Deep down you knew you didn’t have time for this sort of behaviour. The kind where you revelled in the nudge of him against your clit, and the way it caused you to gasp lightly while your brow creased and forehead fell against his.

“Take it,” he encouraged as you rolled your hips on him. “Let me in.”

Heavy breathing and shaking hands, you held Harry’s eyes as you reached behind you to take him in your hand.

Wrapping your fingers around his length, you raised yourself, feeling him shuffle down slightly in his seat to help ensure you didn’t bump your head as you lifted. Fingers gave way when he lined up nicely, slipping only his tip inside of you.

This stretch was one like no other. A burn that you savoured as much as the expression that welcomed you from the desire felt by the only man who had ever made you feel this way. His one hand crawled up your back, to cup around your neck, anchoring you to him.

When you were fully seated shaky exhales bounced against each other’s lips. Every tremble of you above him felt so vividly by Harry. The way your thighs shook from the small confines you found yourself in, to the quiver of your fingers against his neck and jaw.

“You’re so big,” your moan was feeble. Embarrassing in many ways. Especially given the amount of times you’d done this with him.

“Mm,” he agreed. “‘S cause ‘m so hot for you. Got me so hard. Always have.”

“Always will-“

“Always will,” he confirmed.

Your moan was thick as it left your throat, his words enough to get you to roll against him and have you clit drag pleasing against his pelvis.

He groaned, knowing that’s what you were doing too. Having been in this position so many times before. No one had ever had you this way, and you knew no one ever would either. A pleasure this giving was one of familiarity. Aided so deeply by feeling.

When your mouth met his again the only word to describe your kiss was sinful. His tongue waiting to meet yours, flicking so easily and far too filthily for those on the cusp of middle age.

But he still had it.

The gleaming boyish gaze and curling smile. Could charm his way into any heart and into any pair of knickers. But the ones he had chosen time and time again were yours. Regardless of their sexiness at times.

“Yes,” you gasped, pulling away from his mouth and feeling his hands encourage the knocking of your hips against his.

You were close, nowhere to go and not wanting to go anywhere. How you had made it here so quickly, you weren’t sure. Maybe it was the surroundings, how you potentially could get caught. Maybe it was because your partner - husband - just knew you so well.

His eyes didn’t want to leave you as they admired the flushed skin you were beginning to show and the gleaming, plush lips that you were rolling into your mouth to hide your pleasure.

“That’s it, fuck me,” his voice was hushed, quick in its delivery. “‘S wha’ it’s all about,” he hummed, as you rocked your hips over his. Knocking his head back against the headrest once more.

As he looked down his nose at you, he watched as your eyes fell to your navel, taking in each roll of your hips. Your expression dropped with realisation, slightly pained. “What’s wrong?”

Looking up at him, you wish you hadn’t. You wished you’d kept your eyes down to see the ripple of his abdomen each time your body flexed around him. That way it wasn’t doused in emotion, it was just raw pleasure that lived in your mind.

“We shouldn’t be doing this anymore. Needs to be the last time.”

A mix of a breathy laugh and scoff left his lips as he urged you to restart your hips that were starting to stall above him, “Bit late for tha’ now, don’t yer think?”

Falling against him, you hid your face feeling his lips over the shell of your ear and against your hair. His hand gently stroked at your hair, lips moving to your temple and pressing affection kisses that did nothing but make you feel worse.

“Do you want t’stop? Mm?” He asked, feeling your hips so tight against his, but your core so open that he hoped you would say no. Widening his thighs he pressed his feet into the footwell, seeking momentum to meet your hips with his own.

“‘S okay to love me still,” he groused, feeling your chin tremble from his words. “‘S okay to let me love you still. This is okay, us just doing this is okay.”

It wasn’t okay and he knew. He also knew everything he was saying - every single word - was just a way to satiate you.

So, you let them. Swallowed the lump in your throat and inhaled deeply.

His words were cut short as he groaned, “Sit up for me, fuck me properly.”

Sitting yourself up, you felt the way Harry’s hands moved so that the backs of his fingers were smoothing against your lower stomach. Sweaty palm turned, he pressed it gently down your stomach and let his thumb finger your clit.

The softest frown hit your brow, as his thumb slowly rubbed in a downwards motion at your sensitivity. From his actions you felt a warmth pool around both him and you, Harry groaning appreciatively as he felt it too.

“Yeah,” he stressed the word as you gripped at his t-shirt which sat against his stomach. Cotton in handfuls as you scrunched the fabric. “‘S tha’ nice- good?”

You nodded.

“‘S it enough?”

You nodded with more fervour. Eyes holding his as you sucked your bottom lip into your mouth and scratched along his right forearm as he continued to gently swipe at your wet clit.

The abruptness of the rock to your hips showed itself as the warmth within your belly grew. Eyes now hooded, you were unable to stop them from closing as your mouth parted to desperately say, “Don’t stop.”

And you didn’t know who you were talking to; yourself or Harry.

Harry responded with a moan so deep that you clenched down around him, causing his free hand to reach up and squeeze harshly against your hips.

“‘M going to come so hard for you ‘f you keep doing that,” he gritted, breathing shallow as he felt his chest constrict. “Like tha’, just like that.”

His words were low, and like just moments before you weren’t sure if they were for him or you, but they had you moaning his name. Head dropping against his, his hand gripping at the back of your neck.

With one hard roll of your hips, you cried out, forehead against his chin and mouth fallen. His hand squashed between your bodies as you shook and convulsed.

Pliant for him, you were too dazed to move as you felt his arm wrap securely around your back and hold you to him, tight.

A merciless and repeated smack of his hips upwards, which you were sure would have the car rocking, made you aware of him seeking his release. He moaned your name, as he pulled you down to him, his orgasm shooting into you.

His heavy breathing was hot against your sweltering skin when you finally came to, his grunts melding into your neck as your core continued to flutter in the aftermath of your own release.

His hands somewhat selfishly and most definitely greedily moved you against him, both crooning at the sensitive rush that met you before he lifted you to aid himself with slipping out.

Cold air met his sensitivity, as he nuzzled against you. Hand crawling up your back, under your shirt and feeling your damp skin peel away from his own as he moved his hand up and down.

“Want to try out the back wi’me after this,” he hummed, brushing your hair off your face with his other hand. His words were heavy as they pressed into the skin of your cheek while he still tried to catch his breath.

As much as you knew you should, you didn’t even try to stop yourself from nodding.

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..........me again. i haven’t written in so long and it feels good to start it up again. this time it’s a human au. just fluff and aelin’s bad cooking and rowan defending her bad cooking because he actually likes it

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When Aelin had suggested a dinner at their house for the next group hangout, Rowan was more than happy to accommodate that suggestion.

The last hangout was bowling, and while Rowan excelled at many sports, bowling was strangely not one of them. He almost got banned from the local one when he started swearing his head off when his last bowl was close to becoming a strike when it veered to the side and didn't knock down a single pin.

All their friends behind him starting laughing, Aelin too, when he started going on about how the floor was uneven, the game was rigged and just had a general hissy fit that he never had in his entire adult life.

To be fair, he had one too many beers and it was hot as hell in the bowling alley, the air conditioner barely working that night. So he blamed those conditions on his attitude.

To make it worse, Aelin had managed to snap a picture of him sulking in his seat, posted it on her Instagram with the caption 'when your old man sucks at bowling and comes last'. Rowan hadn't realised it until the morning when he woke up to dozen of notifications from people tagging him and laughing.

Apparently, according to his comment, Fenrys saved the picture and made it Rowan's contact photo. With others saying that they were going to do the same.

Even Lorcan, the stoic bastard, had found it funny.

Aelin laughed at his expression as they laid in bed together, and laughed harder when he sputtered, “I'm only five years older than you!” and fucked her with the vigorous strength of a thirty year old healthy man (Aelin had never climaxed so hard, which made Rowan puff up with pride afterwards, with Aelin rolling her eyes, even though her blood was singing in her veins and a dopey grin was on her face—it was her her secret joy to ruffle Rowan's feathers whenever she could).

So yes, while the aftermath of the bowling night was much better than his losing, he was more than glad to have a quiet night at home; although his friends weren't really the quiet bunch, especially when Aelin, Lysandra and Fenrys had one too many.

However, what he wasn't expecting when he and Aelin went grocery shopping that Saturday morning was when Aelin claimed that she was going to be cooking.

Now, Rowan loved Aelin, loved her so much that he had started planning the night he would propose to her, but the thing about Aelin was that she couldn't cook—at all.

But he grew to love her cooking; came to love the burned crunch that always accompanied it, came to love the under-cooked and overcooked food, loved the dryness of what she piled on his plate when it was her night to cook, the lumpy and misshapen cakes that she made whenever the desire to bake came to her.

Aelin was skilled in many things and cooking was just something she completely sucked at—like Rowan and his bowling. Truly, he didn't mind, although it did stump him how she managed to ruin a sandwich when she sometimes made his lunch for him for work.

Unfortunately, their friends were not him. Dorian, Gods bless him, still went on about the time Aelin accidentally gave him food poisoning on his twenty-first birthday with the homemade cake she gifted him.

Which was why Rowan was the cook in the relationship. His father was a chef and while Rowan wasn't as good as him, he knew enough to cook well and how to present food on a plate.

While they started their weekly shop, Aelin claimed that she was making lasagna, and Rowan was all ready prepared for the under-cooked pasta sheets, salty marinara sauce and overly milky Béchamel sauce and dry mince meat.

He offered to help but she said she would be fine. They continued their shop, with Rowan always appreciating the sight when she had to bend over to pick up something, with Aelin in turn appreciating the sight of Rowan's muscles moving smoothly when he reached for something on the high top shelves.

So here they were, hours later, Rowan watching Aelin as she moved around their kitchen, adding things in from time to time (he was fairly certain he saw her dump some cinnamon in the mince meat, but didn't say anything). She did ask for his help to stir the Béchamel sauce as she made her homemade salad dressing (which would more than have too much olive oil in it, but again, Rowan didn't mind).

He noticed that the sauce was lumpy and on closer inspection, realised that it was large chunks of onion (and why were there large onion chunks? Because she was wanted an obscene amount of onion, she said when he asked about it).

It smelled good though when it was all done and his stomach grumbled as it rested on the kitchen counter, with Aelin rushing to have a quick shower.

Her quick shower always meant twenty minutes, but Rowan tidied the kitchen as she showered and placed the store-bought garlic bread in the oven when the doorbell rang.

Sighing at the incoming whining that would occur when everyone realised that Aelin had cooked, Rowan trudged over to the front door, painted a beautiful shade of Terrasen green.

Rowan barely opened his mouth to greet everyone before they made themselves at home—Fenrys holding a large pink box from Nesryn's bakery, but the woman wasn't in the group, she had a dinner with her fiance's family tonight.

What did surprise him was Yrene's curly head as she walked in with Chaol, the man's hand wrapped tightly on his walking stick as the couple made their way inside. Yrene was a nurse at Terrasen hospital and worked insane hours, so it was a nice surprise to see her.

Dorian and Manon walked in, the latter holding three bottles of Dorian's fathers expensive wine (which either one of them probably took without asking), her black diamond engagement ring sparkling even at night. Dorian claimed that he stole it from his father when he was a teenager and he never even noticed, apparently his father didn't bat an eye when he saw the ring on his future daughter-in-law's ring finger.

Elide and Lorcan followed Lysandra and Aedion, the dark haired man having to duck slightly to walk inside.

The only people missing, other than Nesryn and Sartaq, were Vaughn and Connall—but he knew that the last two were now working night shifts and that it would be hard to catch up with them from now on. Nehemia too, as she was currently on vacation visiting her parents.

Aedion sniffed at the air as they all made themselves comfortable in the lounge room. “Where did you guys order from? It doesn't smell too bad.” And truthfully, the food did smell good—that was something that surprised Rowan about Aelin's cooking, that while somehow everything tasted bad, it always smelled like it came from a five star restaurant.

“Aelin cooked lasagna,” he said and all eyes turned to him, “and there's plenty for everyone,” he added, before any of them could make some flimsy, bullshit excuse about how one of them should maybe order a pizza.

“What do you mean, she cooked?” Dorian asked, eyes wider than everyone else's. His tone implying that she somehow managed to create a radioactive bomb.

Rowan rolled his eyes. “I mean, she's been in the kitchen all evening preparing a dinner for all of us, so you better shut up and eat it, is what I mean when I say she's cooked.”

The timer went off for the garlic bread so Rowan went into the kitchen, but before he did, he deliberately locked the front door, making sure everyone watch him do it.

He wasn't about to let them upset Aelin just because she was a bad cook.

“Yrene, do you have, like, a food poisoning kit on you, by any chance?” Dorian asked.

Yrene snorted. “No, Dorian, you'd have to go to the hospital for that.”

“Oh, Gods,” he cried.

“Dorian,” Chaol sighed, having witnessed many moments of Dorian acting like he was minutes away from dying. “You're twenty-five now, and you're not dead. I'm certainly not, and I dated Aelin for a year.”

“Yeah, when you were eighteen and she was seventeen, I don't think she even went near an oven at that age.” Dorian and Chaol were Aelin's oldest friends, as well as Elide, so they would know.

“I can hear you, you know,” Rowan said from the open kitchen, cutting the garlic bread in equal slices.

“It's okay,” Fenrys said, smiling. “I've got cake from Nesryn's and Manon has good wine, so tonight will be salvageable.”

Rowan pointed the knife at his friend, silently telling him to shut up.

Aelin chose that moment to exit the bathroom, her towel wrapped tightly around herself. Her smile was warm as she smiled at everyone and greeted them. “I'll be done in a couple of minutes, so everyone sit at the dining table. Rowan, could you see to the serving?”

“Of course.” She quickly came over to place a kiss on his cheek and rushed for the bedroom. Everyone went to the table, Dorian acting like he was walking to the electric chair, Manon rolling her eyes at his theatrics.

The glass dish was still hot as hell, so Rowan walked over carefully, hands wrapped in giraffe oven mitts, Lorcan snorting at the sight.

“Shut up,” Rowan muttered as he placed the dish down, took the mitts off and started cutting up the lasagna. He plonked down the slices, pointedly looking at everyone as he did so (except Yrene and Chaol—the young nurse saying that she's had worse cafeteria food, quickly throwing a no offence when she realised what she said, and Chaol, like he had stated, he had Aelin's food before and was fine—joking that his spinal injury was from a freak accident rather then from Aelin's cooking).

Dorian still didn't look happy, and Fenrys was frowning at his plate. Elide poked at it with her fork, Manon inspecting it with narrowed eyes. Lorcan was stoic as always.

“I swear to the Gods I can smell cinnamon,” Lysandra said. “Rowan, did Aelin put cinnamon in this?”

Rowan shrugged and acted like he didn't know.

Sitting down, Rowan looked at his friends and said, “I know Aelin's cooking isn't the greatest—”

“She's definitely not winning any prizes in the future,” Aedion muttered but promptly shut up at the scathing glare that Rowan sent his way.

“But she's been in the kitchen all evening, as I said before, and she's really excited for you guys to try it. It may be under-cooked and dry, but you if you cannot even afford the common decency to offer her respect after making everything from scratch and act like adults instead of sulking children, then I'm going to have to ask you to leave. And Dorian, do not bring up food poisoning for the rest of the night."

Rowan got mumbled apologies, with the man feeling like a scolding father, but they all sat up straight as Aelin entered, dressed and her hair thrown into a messy bun.

They all dug in, and as expected, the lasagna sheets were under-cooked, the Béchamel sauce a little too milky and far too onion-y, the marinara sauce too salty and there was definitely a hint of cinnamon in the meat, but everyone ate it, with Lorcan claiming that it wasn't too bad—which was high praise coming from him, but then again, it could be a lie, he was fairly good at that, something Rowan knew from experience. The salad did have too much olive oil, but the dressing was nice.

Dorian, though, still looked like he was being sent to his death, but ate his food, only lightly gagging once. Aelin didn't notice, thankfully, too caught up in her conversation with her cousin about the upcoming Whitethorn family reunion that she and Rowan were expected to attend. They both had mixed feelings about it since Rowan had a large family and he couldn't stand a number of his cousins and everyone would bring up his dead parents, whose death still hurt even after ten years, as they passed away suddenly. Aelin wasn't looking forward to it, since one of his cousin's was dating his ex-girlfriend Remelle and Aelin could not stand the woman for multiple reasons.

Everyone ate everything on their plates and once the wine was emptied and the cake reduced to crumbs, everyone left, thanking Aelin and Rowan for their hospitality and everyone starting to suggest what the next night out would be as they left.

Aelin and Rowan cleaned in tandem, Aelin changing into her stag pyjamas as Rowan had a quick shower himself (which was actually a quick one) and soon joined her in bed, kissing her cheek as she settled in for the night, picking up his current read.

After long minutes, Aelin said, “I heard what you said to everyone.” Rowan's eyes snapped over to hers, finding Aelin lying on her side, a soft smile on her face. “Is my cooking really that bad?”

“Not to me,” he said truthfully. “I like your brand of cooking.”

“Even the burnt toast?”

“Especially the burnt toast.”

Aelin leaned over and kissed him on the lips, once, twice, three times. “I can't believe that Dorian still goes on about the food poisoning. I think he'll still be going on about it when he's on his death bed.”

Rowan snorted at the imagery that popped up. “He probably would.”

“I have to admit that I liked how authoritative you sounded,” Aelin said, “it turned me on more than it should have.”

Rowan ran a hand up and down her arm. “I'll have to use it more often then.”

“You will,” Aelin agreed, leaning in to kiss him again. Aelin snuggled into him, tucking her head under his jaw with Rowan wrapping his arms around her.

Rowan was on the verge of drifting off when he felt Aelin placed her chin on his chest. “Rowan?”

“Hmm?”

“Rowan, will you marry me?”

He woke up at that and found Aelin's blue and gold eyes shining brightly in the lamp light. “Pardon?” was all he could manage.

Sitting up, Aelin placed a hand over his heart, Rowan's hand covering hers instinctively. Giving him a beautiful smile, the one he fell in love with, she said clearly, “Rowan, I love you so much that I can't even put it into words how much I love you—but I do know this; you're my soulmate and I don't ever want to be away from you. I love you with everything I am. So, Rowan, will you do me the honour of becoming my husband?”

Tears filled Rowan eyes as he looked at the woman he loved with everything he had. “Of course, I will.”

Crying happily, Aelin launched herself at him, kissing him wildly, wrapping her arms around him. Until she suddenly pulled away and almost fell off the bed in her haste to reach for the velvet box she had hidden in the bottom draw of her nightstand.

Inside it was a gold ring, inlaid with a brilliant ruby and engraved in the band were the words 'to whatever end', their promise to each other.

The ring fitted him perfectly and Rowan sat up, capturing her face in his warm hands as he kissed her, their tears falling.

Pulling back, Rowan gave her a smile and went to his own nightstand and showed Aelin the velvet box he had hidden away. Aelin gasped in delight at the sight of it, a wide blooming on her face as he opened it and saw his mother's gold and emerald ring.

Also engraved in it were the words 'to whatever end'.

Aelin was sure she was going to die from pure happiness.

“Aelin, I love you more than anything. I'm so glad I met you in that dingy gym all those years ago. And I don't ever want to be away from you, too. Will you do me the honour of being my wife?”

“Yes, of course, yes,” she said, crashing into him again. Rowan's fingers shook as he placed the ring on her finger. “Thank you for loving me and all my bad cooking.”

Rowan laughed heartily and kissed her soundly. “Thank you for loving me and all my sucking at bowling.”

“You really are bad at it,” she said, laughing.

“I know,” he agreed, kissing her.

This was better than any idea he originally thought of when he started thinking of ways to propose. And it was perfectly Aelin that she proposed first, considering that she was the one that asked him out first all those years ago, to say 'I love you' and to ask to find a house and be Adults together with a mortgage and everything it entailed.

And in the morning, after a rare sleep in, she called her parents and told them the news, Evalin barely able to get any words out as Aelin told them how it happened, even Rhoe, who was a bit of a stoic man, teared up at the story.

They went to their favourite cafe afterwards, getting a slice of chocolate cake on the house as Aelin told their regular waitress their news.

They went to the local garden, after visiting his parents grave, with Aelin snapping a picture of their jewelled hands, the sun making their rings sparkle in a brilliant glow and posted it on her Instagram with a simple caption stating, 'We both said yes'.

Rowan posted the same photo, the first he had in months, since he didn't post often, and he much preferred the streams of congratulations that came their way, their phones soon blowing up with calls after calls.

And as the the sun shone brighter on the beautiful day, Aelin let loose a snorting laugh that had her choking when Dorian pleaded, “Please don't bake your wedding cake. I really don't want to be sick on your special day, I'll feel like an arsehole.”

Rowan promised that she wouldn't and laced his fingers in his fiance's hands as they went to his car towards their home, deciding that last night was the best group hang that they ever had.

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