#and one of the other owners was like ‘oh is she gonna like the water?’

[doginprogress]

Swamp Silken

[27treks]

our neighbors are from fucking hell they've been pouring oil down their drains and got the whole 2nd floor flooded and destroyed the laundry room below them so now we have to go to the laundromat and its over $5 for a single load just to wash....

[pnutbutter-n-j-elyy]

When They're Drunk| Maknae Line

Their drunk shenanigans Warnings: Mentioning of alcohol (obviously), Slight suggestion in Seungmin's

Hyungline

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Han|

You internally cringed as you saw another innocent pedestrian about to cross your path.

You reached out to grab Han before he started to head over but it was too late.

"Excuse me! Excuse me!" He said waving to the old man.

Bless the grandpa's heart as he adjusted his hearing aid and prepared to tune into Han.

"Baby leave him-"

"THIS IS MY GIRLFRIEND Y/N!! ISN'T SHE SO PRETTY!!" He exclaimed excitedly gesturing towards you. "And she's really nice and funny! And when she laughs too hard sometimes she snorts and sounds like a pig!" He shares, bouncing on his toes with a surprising amount of poise considering how plastered he was at the moment.

He spotted another couple walking and made his way over.

"OHMAGOSH HI! YOU GUYS ARE SO CUTE TOGETHER! HAVE YOU SEEN MY GIRLFRIEND? WE'RE CUTE TOGETHER TOO!" He motions you over and you feel extremley embarassed as Han goes into detail about the uneven pitch you use when singing to the soundtracks of Disney movies while cleaning around the house and "How friggin adorable" it is.

This continues all the way to the guys dorms.

Every single time Han sees a person he just has to inform them that you are his girlfriend and he is completely head over heels for you.

You step into a convenient store just a block away from the house to pick up some hangover medicine, orange juice and Han's favorite brand of popsicles for the morning after a long night out.

He ends up wandering away for a second and you decide to pay for everything first and then go to find Han.

You find him sitting outside with the owners of the stores son, talking his ear off as he finished up an assignment you assumed was due in a few hours considering the lightening sky.

"See! Look! There she is! The girl I was telling you about? She's my girlfriend!"

The kid took a sip from his milk.

"I have a girlfriend too! Does your girlfriend like watching cartoons too?"

Han shakes his head. "My girlfriend is too smart for cartoons, she likes watching crime documentaries."

"Oh." The kid said ripping open a package of sweet bread and then tearing a piece off for Han. "Does she like playing Roblox."

Han nods. "Yeah sometimes she scams kids on there with one of my best friends!" He says as he bites into the bread. "Buh ond haima mahy fer!" He says with a full mouth.

You chuckle and go to grab your boyfriend. "Now what did you say?" You manage to laugh out as you pull him up.

"I said one day I'm gonna marry you!" He exclaimed as he waved bye to the kid.

"Are you now?"

"Yep! So then I can tell everyone you're my wife." He said his eyebrows wiggling.

"I'm hoping you mean you'll tell everyone I'm your wife when your sober-"

You don't even finish your sentence when you spot Han frolicking over towards his next victim of oversharing.

You resolve to not even try to stop him.

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Felix|

You tucked Felix in and placed a cold bottle of water next to him on the coffee table. Jisung was in the inflatable bed on the other side of the room passed out and snoring next to Jeongin - both of the boys falling asleep the minute they had hit their pillows. The other guys were sprawled out in various places in your childhood home. Chan sleeping on the cool tile floor at the entrance of the kitchen.

This was all due to the excessive amount of alcohol the boys had consumed. You had decided to bring them to your home in America, and they had seen a cute little Mexican restaurant while driving towards your home and wanted to eat there for dinner.

You immediately said yes because it had always been your favorite place to go. Birthdays, graduations, baby showers - your 21st birthday. The owner's son worked for a place that distributed tequila, so the number of margaritas - and a variety of them as well - that the restaurant sold was always a motivation to go.

And once the boys tried one, they couldn’t stop.

The amount of margaritas that had been downed by them was slightly concerning - especially considering they weren’t used to drinking cocktails with such high ABV.

Felix looked up at you and smiled softly, his freckles highlighted by the lamp next to the arm of the couch.

“You sleepy?” You whispered as you moved a few strands of hair out of your boyfriend’s face.

He nodded. “I have to go to sleep. So I can make you brownies tomorrow.”

You chuckled and stared lovingly at him, gently poking a few of his freckles. 

“We can make them later in the day, you can sleep in.”

He shakes his head. “I can’t sleep in. I want to see everything.”

“We’ll be here for two weeks, Lix. And I already planned tomorrow as a rest day for everyone to get over jet lag. My mom is making brunch so you don’t have to get up until at least 12.”

Felix shakes his head. “No…I have to make brownies tomorrow.” He mumbles. He opens his brown eyes and smiles. 

You laugh. “Why tomorrow?”

“Because I’m gonna marry you.” He says quietly. “ I’m gonna put your ring in a brownie. And I don't want to wait. So I have to do it tomorrow."

You paused the gentle caresses of his face and he closed his eyes his lips quivering softly.

“I ruined your surprise.” He says his voice breaking quietly. “Are you mad?” His warm brown eyes searched your face for any sign of anger; but it was void of anything but utter lovesickness.

You let out a breathless laugh. “No of course not. I can’t wait either.”

“Does that mean you'll say yes?” He asks quietly, his eyes getting droopy with sleep.

“Y-” You’re answer is interrupted by a loud snore coming from Seungmin and Hyunjin letting out a whimper.

“Y/N my head hurts, can I have medicine?” He whines quietly.

“Yes.” You answer- both to Hyunjin and your sleeping angel of a boyfriend.

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Seungmin|

"Seungmin get that glass away from your mouth." You groaned as you snatched a Spongebob shot glass from your boyfriend's hand. On your first date back home you had taken him to the mall and he had strolled into a store that had sold everything from t-shirts and hats to shot glasses and other...adult things.

"SeUnGmIn gEt tHat GlAsS aWay FrOm yOur MoUtH." He mocked as he sat on the couch and pouted.

"Babe you've had a lot to drink. And you have nothing in your stomach. You're a mess."

His reply was quick. "You're a mess because I'm not in your stomach."

You turn around and Seungmin had a confident smirk on his face, although what he just said didn't make too much sense realistically.

Seungmin was rarely ever flirty. When you had started your relationship you had told Seungmin you wished to stay abstinent until you married him. Which you were sure of doing. Seungmin had quickly agreed; but with that agreement he was always careful with the way he flirted and joked because he didn't wish to bring you any discomfort.

You chuckled and went a leand down in front of Seungmin.

"Hmm? Really?" You cooed.

Seungmin gave you a sultry look and pulled you on top of him. His lips made contact all along your face and he slowly brought them down to your jawline.

"Mmm." He continued kissing your neck and you smiled as you stroked his hair. "I love you so much. I want you so bad."

You laughed as Seungmin's kisses came to halt, and he quickly but carefully removed you from his lap and rushed to the bathroom.

You followed him soon after because you heard him wailing.

"Minnie baby whats wrong?" You whispered as you sat with him on the bathroom floor.

"I-I-I took ad-advantage of y-you. You wanted to-to wait and I-I..." He wasn't able to finish his sentence before he leaned over the toilet seat and started to heave.

Although it was barely useful since there wasn't much for him to actually throw up.

"Minnie baby you didn't take advantage of me. I fully took part in flirting with you too. And just because I don't want to have sex at the moment doesn't mean I don't want to flirt with you like that. I just don't want the full on intimacy yet."

You stroked Seungmin's hair, and waited for him to feel better.

"Just to make sure it's not because I'm ugly right?" He asked plainly looking at you dead in the eye.

You sputter out a laugh. "No of course not! I think you're so fine it actually concerning." Seungmin hmmed and rested his head against your chest. "Its just my personal preference to wait." You assured him.

He sighs and nods. "Okay just wanted to make sure." He stated as he lifted the Spongebob shot glass up to his mouth again quickly dowing the contents before you could tell him not to or snatch it way again.

"Kim Seungmin! I thought I told you no more tonight!" You said, referring to his drinking activties.

"You'll be telling me that a lot more once we're married." He pulls himself up on his two feet and wobbles slightly.

Then a shit eating grin plasters itself on his face.

"I'm just telling you right now I suck at listening."

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Jeongin |

You walked into the guys' dorm and saw Jeongin crying on the ground. 

“What's wrong?” You asked Felix as you slipped off your shoes, and into a pair of slippers Chan had purchased for you once you and the maknae of the group had started dating.

“He’s drunk.”

You hung up your coat and frowned. “He doesn’t usually get this way though.”

“That’s because he saw a picture of your boyfriend.” Minho commented, trying to suppress a laugh as he took a sip from his glass, and continued watching Jeongin flail on the ground with all the other boys.

“M-Mi-Minho Hyung s-stooooo-stoooo-sttooppp.” Jeongin barely managed to say through his choked sobs. You looked over at Chan in concern but he was crying from laughter, barely able to keep his phone in the same upright position as the rest of the members.

Jeongin was never going to live this down.

“But he's my boyfriend.? You say in confusion.

Hyunjin is on the ground with Jeongin scrolling through his photos.

“Look Jeongin- this is Y/N and her boyfriend at the award ceremony. He thanked her while he was on stage and she was sooooo happy about it. And she even joined him and his band for dinner.”

“Sh-she-she didddddd?” Jeongin cries out with a heartbreaking pout on his eyes focused on the picture Hyunjin was showing.

Of you and Jeongin.

“Yep. And they even shared a piece of cake. Specifically strawberry cheesecake.”

Jeongin starts to sniffle again, and then hiccup and the water works began once more.

“Y/N lovesss stra-strawb-berry cheesecakkeeeee.” He whined loudly, his sobs almost loud enough to overpower the laughter in the room.

You can’t help but laugh as you go to make your way towards your boyfriend, who has snot running down his face.

You wipe it away with the sleeve of a hoodie he gifted you and shush him.

"Innie its okay don’t cry.” You giggled as you cleaned up his face. His narrow eyes were puffy and sad but still unrealistically beautiful.

“But Y/N ha-has a boy-boy-boy-friendddddd. And he-he looks so so hand-ndsome she’ll never-never leave himmmm.” He cries out again, letting out a strangled sob that sounded strangely ogreish. "He-he's like SO se-sexy!" He chokes.

You laugh at Jeongin's unknowing drunk narcissism.

“Baby, you’re right. You are very handsome and sexy and I’ll never leave you.” You chuckled along with the rest of the guys as Jeongin’s cries suddenly came to an abrupt halt and he stared at you with watery eyes. He then turned towards Hyunjin and grabbed his phone, putting it close to his face, like a child with a tablet and he hiccuped.

“Oh wait that's me." He murmurs as he stares at the screen intently and zooming in on both of your smiling faces. "Y/N look at you you look so pretty!” He hiccuped once more as he turned Hyunjin’s phone towards you. A smile on his face - a complete 180 from 30 seconds ago.

The members were saving their videos.

“He’s never living that down.” Channie says as he slips his phone into his pocket.

You laugh and Jeongin continues to stare at the phone his lips turning downwards, the bottom one starting to tremble and Jeongin’s hiccups and breathes coming more rapidly.

“Baby whats wrong?” You asked as he clutched his hyung’s phone in his hand.

“I-I-I’m Y/N’s bo-boyfriend…b-b-but-but I’m not her h-husbanddddd.” He threw his arms around you and this time his cries were twice as loud as his fellow band members hit their record buttons again.

[seungfl0wer]

*𝙃𝙚𝙡𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙙*

Pairing: Jeongin x Reader (Fem)

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Ghost!Jeongin, Clit Smacking, Choking, Oral (Both), Degrading, Alcohol Mentions, Face Fucking, OverStimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Sorry for any mistakes.

A/N: I don’t know how I really feel about this one- I’m sorry if it sucks :(

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Your friends invited you to stay at a haunted house for the week since Halloween was so close. Although you didn’t really want to not particularly wanting to stay somewhere you know people literally died in. However works been rough and you just wanted to relax. The house was really pretty, it was old but the archways and design was just breathtaking.

Your friend put all the room keys into a bowl so everyone would pick at random. Rooms being more active than others. It was your turn to pick, Room 5. They all went wide eyed “hey! You got the one with the annoying ghost!” They teased. You tilted your head “what do you mean?” You asked.

“Your room has the ghost who likes to play tricks on people.” One of your friends says. “Yeah he’s known to be a bit of a pervert too!” They laughed. “A pervert?” You scoffed. “Yeah, the owner said he likes to watch people sleep and opens the shower when they’re in there.”

You rolled your eyes “great” you said. “Don’t worry y/n maybe you can get laid by a ghost” your friend teased. You smacked them playfully “whatever” you said picking your bags up. As you opened the door you saw a small picture on the side caught your attention. “Jeongin is very mischievous, if you feel a chill he’s probably in the room. Records show he use to live here and died in his sleep. Here is a picture of him” the picture showed a young man with a gorgeous smile and fox like eyes. ‘If this is who was gonna watch me shower I don’t mind’ you said to yourself making you chuckle at your own thought.

Jeongin with all of the noise had come out waiting to see who came to his room. He wasn’t disappointed when you stepped through the door. He looked over your curves, marveled at your stunning eyes. He followed your every move watching with wide eyes. You shivered looking around “already here huh?” You smiled to yourself. “If I’m gonna be staying here for the week let me introduce myself. I’m y/n. Nice to meet you Jeongin.” You said with a hum.

The way his name slipped off your lips made his body shake. Oh was he gonna enjoy this week. Jeongin normally stayed in his room, not really caring much to roam however, he followed you around like a lost puppy. You were just intriguing to him, no one has really ever introduced themselves. Let alone feel so comfortable being alone in his room after hearing about him. Not to mention how pretty you were? Ugh he felt so lucky.

“Y/n come take a shot!” Your friend yelled. This week was all about relaxing and just letting go. As you all drank and talked your friend nudged you “so you see your ghostly” she said sipping her drink. You rolled your eyes “I saw what he looked like, there’s a picture of him in my room” you responded. They all looked at you for more details “yeah? Is he cute? Gonna get that ghost dick?” You all laughed. “Yeah he’s really cute, he’s got a really pretty smile. And a nice jaw line” you giggled.

Jeongin felt as if his chest was beating, like his body was heating up “she thinks I’m cute?” He said to himself a wide smile plastering across his face. You all stayed up just talking and drinking before you knew it was midnight already. “Ugh I’m gonna go bath” you said stretching. “Alright! We are leaving at 12 to go to the shops so be ready!” One of your friends said as she made her way to her room. Running your bath all thoughts of who might be watching were gone. Or were they? Because the thought of him watching made you a bit horny. You stripped your clothes off getting into the bath, the warm water feeling so nice against your tense body.

You closed your eyes letting your hand wonder your body. What better way to relax right? Your hand dipping below circling around your clit teasingly. God if he was watching you really wouldn’t mind. Closing your eyes the picture on the wall flashed in your mind as you dipped your fingers into your cunt.

Jeongin wouldn’t normally mind to watch people, he liked playing tricks on them more like changing the water to cold. However he felt nervous coming into the bathroom while you were naked. He thought to himself before knocking on the door as if to ask to come in. You looked at the door a bit confused jumping a bit “did you just knock?” You asked. He replied with another knock hoping you’d get the hint. “You asking to come in?” You said with a little tease to your voice. “Uhm knock once for yes and” before you could continue he knocked once making you giggle.

“You can come in, just know I’m having some- fun” you said as you continued to play with your hole. He felt a bit of warmth come to his face, his cock twitching at the thought. You were masterbating and still wanted him to come in? He let out a soft moan before coming in. The scene he came into though made his twitching cock rock hard. Here you were on full display for him, fingers playing with yourself. The way they dipped in and out of your hole had him removing his pants. He sat close to the tub watching you matching his strokes to the movement of your hands.

“Fuck, you’re watching aren’t you? I can feel you close.” Your head fell back to the tile moaning as you added another finger to your cunt. He let out a groan as he watched making your eyes flutter looking around. “Did- I just- hear you?” You stuttered out “shit are you- touching yourself?” You said hoping to hear some sort or response. He knew he could show himself, make himself known but it took a lot of energy. “Jeongin” you said in a whimper his eyes shot up to you. Fuck he could have came there. “If- if I can help you I would- can I?” You asked not knowing if there was a way.

He breathed in mustering up all the energy he could before his body slowly started to become visible well sort of. He was still see through almost but he was there. Fuck he was there. Your eyes met his making you clench around your fingers “open that pretty mouth for me?” He said almost too sweetly. But you obliged opening your mouth for him, was this weird? Maybe? Was it kinda hot though? Most definitely. You watched as he made his way to your mouth gripping your cheeks. You looked up at him with big puppy eyes as he placed his tip to your lips.

“Open pretty” he said caressing your cheek and you did. He let you go at your own pace at first. Taking him as much as you could, it was strange. His cock was sorta cold but not? You swirled your tongue around him making him groan. “Keep playing with yourself while you take my cock yeah?” He said. He had his hands running through your hair as he slowly pushed further into your mouth. “Come on baby play with yourself while I use your mouth.”

He moved his hips slowly at first feeling your warm mouth take him so well. His head fell back as he pushed himself deeper into your throat hitting the back of it. You choked slightly making him chuckle. He pulled out just to watch the salvia drip around his cock, strings connecting you two still. “Fuck” he said softly before pushing back into your mouth. This time going faster, his cock hitting the back of your throat again. He was moving so fast making your eyes water. Your fingers that were playing with your clit had stopped, focused on taking him well.

When he finally noticed he almost growled “didn’t I tell you to keep going? Play with the pretty little cunt or else” he said. His threat making you moan around his cock. “Hm you like the thought of that? Like the thought of being punished? Fuck- I got a little masochist here” he said with a chuckle. He pulled out of your mouth watching the spit once again. God was it so fucking hot to him, you are such a mess. He floated back letting his body fall down till his face was right infront of your pretty cunt.

He looked up at you with a mischievous grin before diving into your cunt. His tongue feeling cold against your clit making you shiver. He quickly pushed his fingers into you, mouth sucking harshly at your bud. He was on a mission to make you cum over and over. He wanted to leave you overstimulated wanted to leave you whining, and all fucked out only thing to think of is him. He pumped his fingers into you fast curling them as deep as he could. Your legs started to squeeze together pushing him into you even more.

Your body arched trying to grab at his hair “fuck- fuck I’m- fuck I’m gonna cum!” You almost screamed as your body moved against his tongue. “Yeah? Gonna cum on my tongue?” He said as he bit softly at your clit. The sensation sending you over the edge making you cum hard around his fingers. He didn’t stop though, oh no he went even faster. Your body shaking from overstimulation “t-to much” you said softly trying to push him away. “Too bad, remember I said or else? This is what you get you’re gonna cum as many times as I want you to.” He said.

Almost 3 more orgasms later he pulled away ruining what would be your 3rd orgasms. “What a nasty girl you are, getting off so much to a fucking ghost? Pathetic.” He said as pulled you up on him, he had your legs wrapped around him floating you both above the tub. Before you could say anything about it he was pushing into you. His cock was thick, stretching you so nicely as he bottomed out in you. His hips smacking in and out balls hitting against you. The sounds you both were letting out filled the bathroom “what a fucking whore, a whore for me letting me fuck you so good hmm?” He said.

You couldn’t respond though overstimulated and cock drunk your brain was just gone. However he wanted an answer he let a slap to your clit “you’re my little whore aren’t you? I wanna hear how good I’m fucking you” he his words came out low. “S’good” is the only thing you could muster out. He chuckled bringing his hand up to softly choke you. “You’re so cock drunk you can’t even talk, pathetic.” He left another smack to your pussy, griping your throat harder as he used your pussy.

He was pounding into you his free hand coming down to play with your clit “cum. Cum on my fucking cock you little whore. Show me how good I’m making you feel. Show me how much you love being fucked by this cock” he groaned. His thrusts hitting your g-spot back arching into his touch “Fucking cum!” He said almost as a plea hand coming down to smack your clit again. The feeling sent you over the edge making you cum so hard around his cock. Your body twitched he leaned down to crash his lips into yours. His kiss felt warm, his lips somehow soft to the touch.

He kept moving at his agonizing pace and you felt another wave about to crash over you. He moved his lips down your neck before biting at the skin. He wanted to see if he could leave a mark he wanted to see you covered in marks from him. He sucked harshly his hand that was around you neck squeezed hard making you choke a bit. “Fuck- you’re so warm your pussy is just sucking me in. It’s so greedy just wanting more and more” he said. You moaned loudly almost screaming he hit even deeper into you. You could almost feel him in your stomach he was so deep.

“Jeongin!” You moaned out this made him lose it. His thrusts started to staggered, hand toying with your clit again. “Fuck- y/n I’m gonna cum- fuck gonna fill you with all I got.” He stuttered out “fuck cum with me- shit- shit- fucking cum with me!” He whimpered. Your legs squeezed around, you pulled him down into a sloppy kiss. Moaning and groaning you hit the wall, body shaking around him as you came. At the feeling of you clenching around him his thrusted hard one last time in you before cumming. Your body shook more at the feeling his fingers still slowly moving on your clit making your body almost go limp. The way you squeezed around his sensitive cock before letting out a silent scream. You were squirting all over him, he bucked his hips into you eyes closing.

He wrapped his arms around you bringing you to your bed laying you down. Your body was still twitching so he pulled the covers over you turning the heat up a bit. He kissed your cheek “I’ll be here I promise I just- can’t hold this form for much- longer” he said breathy. You nod slightly before you felt the coldness wrap around you. He was cuddled up to you kissing your shoulder. He’d do anything to be human again to be able to hold you properly. But hey he has a whole week with you here. He thought to himself “maybe I can attach myself to them and follow them home”

His thought making him drift off. Both of you sleeping like bricks. In the morning you heard your friend yelling for you to wake up. “Get up, we are gonna be leaving!” She said moving you a bit. She stopped and laughed a little “those marks on your neck show me you did have some fun, ah- I’ll let you sleep just make sure to eat later” she said covering you back up. Jeongin couldn’t help but giggle as she left happy the marks took. You rolled over facing him “I know you’re here still” you started to say “since we will have the place to ourselves- wanna have some more fun?” You said with a devilish smirk. God was he in love with that look. You waited for some kind of response before feeling the bed shit, your body being pulled down and a coldness pressing to your abused clit. Was it gonna be a great week.

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[suguwu]

this is messy but—

it’s been years since the flames dabi set in his father’s office turned on him. set their sparking teeth in his skin and refused to let go. it’s been years, but his scars never let him forget. 

he’s out of prison now, but for all his counselor talks a big game, he can’t find a job. so instead, when the noise is too much, he takes refuge at the little flower shop around the corner from his rehabilitation center. 

the mist in the air feels good on his scars and cools him off and the scent of earth is grounding. brings him back into his own skin. he lingers but never buys anything but you—the owner—never seems to chase him out.

you smile at him and bob your head in greeting before returning back to the bouquet you're making. it's like you trust him. maybe you do.

one day, he's running a finger over a leaf of a flower, one that blushes like the dawn, sweet, soft pink. he's afraid to touch a silken petal; thinks it will rot beneath his clumsy fingers, considering the way it ripples like a wave in the barest breeze.

"ranunculus."

he glances over his shoulder at you. "bless you."

you laugh.

"the flower," you explain. "it's called a ranunculus."

"oh."

"here," you say, picking one out of the bucket it's tucked into. the water sloshes; it gleams on the long, thick stem of the flower. "hold that for a second."

he blinks as you shove the flower into his hands. then you're plucking more flowers from nearby buckets, your hands moving like fluttering little birds. you gather more and more, until he can barely see you behind the greenery and the blooms. he recognizes some: proud, leggy irises; fluffy ball peonies, as white as driven snow; crimson tulips so dark they're almost black.

"c'mon," you say, heading towards your worktable. he follows, feeling a little ridiculous carrying a single bloom versus your meadow-like armful. you lay your wares out on the table and beckon him closer. he holds out the ranunculus. you flick off the end of the stem with your knife. he hovers, unsure.

"well?" you say. "are you gonna sit?"

he eyes you. you meet his gaze steadily, a hint of a smile pulling at your lips.

"feel bad for me?" he sneers. "that why you're being so nice?"

you hum.

"is putting you to work nice?" you ask, already on to the next flower. he watches the way you hold the knife, how it shines silver in the sunlight, how easily it slides through the thick stem. those hands of yours move with careful surety. he wonders if you do origami; he could see you creasing a thick piece of ornamental paper perfectly.

"i wouldn't call this work."

"no? then you shouldn't mind doing it."

he shoves his hands into his pockets. the misters turn on over the flower buckets; some of the spray settles against his skin, as if he's by the sea.

"fine," he says. "show me."

at the end of the day, you insist on paying him, despite the fact that he's cut a few of the stems too short—one of your bouquets is a little lopsided, but you have it displayed with all the others—and ruined a few blooms. there are petals stuck to his fingertips.

he goes home smelling of wet loam and your faint perfume. rei blinks her big doe eyes at his sudden appearance at the family dinner table, but she makes space for him all the same.

he goes back to your shop the next day. you smile at him, soft and pretty and a little bit sharp with knowing, and he ducks further into his hoodie so you can't see his scars.

"show me more," he tells you.

you tilt your head.

"alright," you say. "let's go."

and just like that, he has a job.

he makes it three weeks before he thinks about kissing you.

it's your hands, he thinks. they're careful and quick and fearless, despite getting pierced by thorns and clippers alike. you touch everything with a certain type of care.

including him.

he never had a chance against you. he thinks about your hands, about your lips, about the way you're so careful with him. not like he's breakable. he'd have left if you touched him like that.

no, you touch him the same way you touch your flowers: like he means something.

it's too much.

he stops going to your shop.

but he watches you, sometimes. you move like a dream, floating between the aisles, petals caught on your fingertips. you laugh with your customers; you chat with them as you roll their bouquets up tight in paper, tied off with a perfect bow. you smile at a man, as bright as the sun, and his hands tighten into fists. it pulls the scars tight enough to hurt, but he doesn't care.

he barges into the shop, shouldering the man aside as he tries to exit. ignores the disgruntled call from behind him. by the time he makes it to the register, you're watching him coolly.

he realizes he doesn't know what to say.

you reach out. he lets you slide that careful hand into the hood of his hoodie; lets you cup his cheek. your eyes don't widen at the rough texture of his scars against your skin. you simply smile at him.

"welcome back," you say, and he realizes he doesn't need to say anything at all.

[rikiislvr]

💜party - nishimura riki

pairing: nishimura riki x afab!reader

summary: the two of you happened to be forced to a party by the convincing of your friends, just to have found each other ditching the party. only problem is, you hate him.

warnings: cursing

“dudeee! you suck.” your friend pouted her lip, “karina..” you groan as you two stood outside the party house where you could hear the mumbled music and the talkings of others.

“pleaseee? we don’t even have to stay for longgg!” she whined and shook your arm, you sighed, you hated parties. you’d just rather do or be somewhere else.

“you’re lucky i love you.” you pointed at her, she giggled and squealed and pulled you towards the house, and as you two were entering, another two were arriving.

“hell no.” niki shook his head and jake turned to him with a confused expression, “bro? cmon why not?” he crossed his arms, “you know i don’t.. like stuff like this.” niki stared at him.

“just one time yeah? besides— what basketball player doesn’t come to parties?! it’ll be fun i promise.” jake put his arm around niki and guided him into the house after niki let out a long groan.

-

“i already hate this!” you shout over the music to your friend who was dancing with a cup in her hand, you furrowed your eyebrows at the cup and snatched it away making her turn to you confused.

you smelled the liquid, “water.” you giggled, she smiled and shushed you, “i don’t drink silly.” she says and grabbed the cup back, “oh! i see him!” she gasped eyes glued on a specific person.

“go on!” you nudge her, she turned to you and frowned, “you’ll be okay?”

you giggled, “i’m fine karina, go on, i’ll.. go somewhere else but just text me if you need me.” you nudge her again, she smiled softly at you and kissed your cheek before walking away,

you sighed and looked around for anywhere that looked more quiet.. you decided to go upstairs to the rooms, checking room after room, seeing couples hooking up or doing some game of truth or dare.

you winced your eyes as the music began to hurt your head.

not only was it hurting yours, it was hurting nikis as well.

he rubbed his temples, “im gonna go look for someone.” he says to jake just to excuse himself away, jake nods and niki took off to the stairs, he needed to find somewhere quiet before his head exploded.

every room he went into was filled, except one..

it was a bathroom where no one was in, he walked in and shut the door behind him, the music muffling into some type of better silence than before.

he took a deep breathe as he felt his headache fading off,

“what are you doing?” you cross your arms as you sat on the counter beside him, he jumped slightly and turned to you,

“what are YOU doing? why are you in here?” he sighed, he was really wishing to be alone, but he wasn’t really mad at that.

he was mad that he got caught skipping a party by a pretty girl. especially with his popularity— you’d expect him to be out there with everyone else.

“why aren’t you partying? number 10?” you giggled, “seems like someone remembers my jersey number— number 7.” he shot back to you, damnit.. you forgot you do soccer.

“fine.” you sat up and crossed your legs, “so why are you here?“ you ask, niki sighed and leaned against the wall across from you, “too loud.” he chuckled staring at the ground.

“pfft. all you are is loud, walking through the hallways screaming as if you have no sense niki.” you shake your head, “okay? and why are you here?“ he crossed his arms.

“same reason.” you say, “exactly so you cant blame me.” he shrugged. you just stared at him.

you never realized how handsome he was, the owner of this house changed the bathroom light bulbs to purple, so the purple reflected beautifully on his features.

“i guess we’re both losers, skipping a party.” you giggled, “i guess so.” he nods. you guys shared a quiet tension, but it was comforting.

“you know i hate you right?” you tell him, “not the first.” he shrugged again, you knew him. he was such an idiot and was so full of himself, treated everyone in his way like shit.

he says it’s just jokes, but you honestly think it’s because of the people he surrounds himself with.

before you could say anything the door swung open, a girl ran in and straight to the toilet, throwing up immediately. you shut your eyes before slowly opening them,

she was basically falling apart in the toilet, niki looked up at you in panic, you widened your eyes and tilt your head her way, basically saying to help her.

niki sighed and walked over to her, and since he has sisters, and pretty long hair, he knew how to do ponytails, since it’s what he does to his hair for basketball.

so he had hair ties on his wrist, he leaned down and pulled her hair back into a ponytail as she continue to throw up.

“th-thanks im fine.. just p- privacy please..” she waved her arms back, you sighed and jumped off the counter, placing down a water bottle you held with you beside the toilet, you and niki left the bathroom and the music filled your ears again, making you wince.

niki noticed this, he didn’t like it either, he grabbed your hand and pulled you through the hall and down the stairs, confused on where he was bringing you, you let him do it.

he then shoved past people and to the back door of the house, where people were in the pool but he walked past them and around the house to the front, the music finally leaving your ears.

“where are we going?” you ask him, “we’re ditching. text your friends if you came with anyone.” he says as you two walked down the street,

you pulled out your phone to text karina but she has already texted you.

rina <3: i seen u leave!! with niki??! he’s cute, have fun b safe & txt me when ure home :)

you giggled at the message and put your phone back into your back pocket.

“so, where are we ditching too exactly?” you ask, “pancakes.” he simply says, you raised an eyebrow, “i didn’t bring any-

“my treat, since you hate me so much hopefully this’ll change your mind.” he turned to you as you walked side by side, you turned away and smiled to yourself.

cute. you BOTH thought.

he thought your smile cute, and you thought his action was cute.

maybe you could get used to this?

———————————————————————————

a/n: getting my new phones tmr!! so maybe i’ll be more active , lmk if i should do a part 2 to this :)

tl : @certified-ni-ki-lover @noblub-4ulolz @yourmyst4r @vixialuvs @ni-ki-ismyluv @judeduartewannabe @soobs-things @en-chantedtomeetyou @definitelynotherr @heyniki @wntersm @geniejunn @pkjay @baevsxii

[miiilowo]

You should make the list of ways you were correct anyways, just for fun ~

eh. sure. why not

Any time a post of mine about afton got a decent amount of notes (aside from fanart) there'd usually be comments on it complaining about how "those" fans [note: i am one of "those" fans] have no idea what his personality actually is, and that they water him down, woobify and mischaracterize him, all while listing things off that are just genuinely part of william's character. while yes, there are fans that DO do that, the stuff they talk about is almost never an actual example of this happening. this is likely due to people not viewing him as a person and just a bland cold serial killer with no personality whatsoever

obviously movie william is not 1:1 with game or book william, but they're gonna be similar in personality. so heres some stuff ive seen people complain was "mischaracterization" thats present in the movie:

hes emotional/sentimental and actually cares about things - william calls the owner of freddys sentimental when talking to mike about the pizzeria (and we all know the owner is william), he visibly regrets/is shocked by the fact he stabs vanessa, he gets really worked up when things dont go his way, very quick to anger, etcetera. one could argue that william is lying about being sentimental and just wants to give an excuse for why the place is still around, but there'd be no reason to do that, considering mike has no idea anyone even died there, let alone the fact HE killed the kids. we know williams sole motive for keeping the place around definitely isnt just sentimental reasons, but i doubt that what he said doesnt have at least an ounce of truth to it. he holds onto trophies from his kills as well if him keeping garretts toy plane is anything to go off of

he actually likes bunnies and has an affinity for them - he has a rabbits foot on his keyring and has a letter/paper holder that's rabbit shaped. the letter holder isnt actually in any shots, but it was present on set on his desk

his personality isnt one note and dull/cold, and hes superstitious & a little offputting/jittery - the rabbits foot on his keyring ties into this idea, because if he actually believes it to be a good luck charm, then it shows some "quirkiness" for lack of a better term that people adamantly refuse to admit is in his personality. this also shows how hes superstitious, which is an idea thats present in the books, and people also like to pretend he isnt. he pokes fun at mike in a somewhat lighthearted way multiple times, he has a has a FRAMED PARTICIPATION AWARD on his wall for christs sake. the kids hair colors match the animatronics they were stuffed into (minus bonnie). he matched them. he made them match he paired them up for fun. not only that, but he gets visibly nervous and antsy when he realizes who mike is, and clearly really wants him to take the job. gets kind of weird. gets a kinda strange. he likes when things match afterall (symmetry, my friend!)

he's theatrical and over the top in personality on purpose (this is also essentially an argument for the last point) - in the books he goes on and on about performance and how he viewed both dave miller & springtrap as characters he plays, and i seriously wouldn't doubt that it'd be the same here, considering how cartoonishly evil he is while wearing the springbonnie suit. the voice changer, the little flourishes he adds to his speech, the fact he wipes off the knife when there wasnt any blood on it in the first place. for what. for what reason other than for pizzazz and intimidation points. the "oh, this is going to be so much fun!" line, and especially his playful demeanor disappearing the second he takes off the mask

he cares about his kids/likes kids - his expression when he stabs vanessa and she falls to the ground says enough i think. obviously hes not a GOOD parent, but being a good parent and caring about your kids are two wildly different things. you can be abusive and still care. most abusers dont process that they are abusers but thats a conversation for another time. william prioritizes himself over anyone else, but he still looks shocked after he stabs his daughter, and i refuse to blame that on bad acting because its MATTHEW LILLARD. the training tape for mike also states that he enjoyed entertaining kids, and yes, while that could be a lie, do you seriously think the creator of what essentially is chuck e cheese would actually despise children. the fact he gives garretts toy plane to vanessa could be a point toward him in this department as well, though its also just as likely he collects them as trophies. i like to think its a mix of both

i included these points specifically because i also have a plethora of evidence for them from both the books and the games, and theyre the ones i most commonly see people stating are unrealistic for afton.

its not a lot of stuff, but its not like he has a lot of screentime. lets be real

i do ADORE how egotistical and shortsighted they made him in the movie, though everyone can generally agree on that being a staple trait of his

[satansapostle6]

I Left The Light On And The Back Door Open For You | Robert Chase

From the moment he first saw Margot Lange from legal, Dr. Robert Chase knew he was in for a wild ride that he never wanted to end.

Warnings: Mature themes/language. Sexual content.

Chapter One

Chapter Two: Sick Day

“Margot, that was the best sex I’ve ever had,” Robert Chase said as he lie awake the next morning, staring up at the bedroom ceiling.

“Yeah… You were good too,” the beautiful attorney complimented him with a smile.

“Come on,” he rolled his eyes at her, chuckling softly, “You’re telling me that wasn’t the best sex you’ve ever had?”

He considered it for a moment, and then retracted his response.

“Okay, maybe it wasn’t the best sex ever for you,” he admitted, feeling she had more experience than he did.

“Chase, I’m just kidding,” Margot laughed at his naïveté, “You were… really good,” she emphasized.

“Yeah?” he asked cockily, rolling over on his side to look at her, his head still lazily propped up with his arm.

“Don’t get too cocky, now,” she chuckled.

“I thought you liked how cocky I was,” he murmured, a ghost of a smirk spreading across his face. “Ow!”

He nearly fell off the bed as a pillow was tossed at him.

“Aren’t you gonna be late for work?” Margot asked.

“Are you not going to work today?” he questioned, confused by the phrasing of her question.

“Well, I don’t know…” she coyly looked down at the bed, her fingers forming an almost cartoonish pair of legs that tiptoed across the bed and over his bare shoulder, “I can think of a few things I’d rather do instead.”

Staring at her in disbelief, Robert Chase silently considered his options.

“I think I need a shower,” Margot announced, lazily getting out of bed with absolutely nothing on. “I’ll let you decide what you wanna do.”

It took him less then .5 seconds to decide what he really wanted to do. He automatically jumped up out of her bed, hearing the water turn on as he peeled off his briefs and entered her now steamy bathroom. Grinning excitedly, he opened the shower door, joining her inside.

“Good choice,” she stated, turning to face him, her hair half wet. “Now. I think I’ll show you what you would’ve been missing if you’d gone off to play House’s errand boy.”

Chase watched her, barely able to contain his eagerness, as she quickly sank to her knees. He looked down at her in bewilderment, mouth agape as he watched her slide her hands up his thighs as he stood under the warm water.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, throwing his head back in pleasure.

He sighed as he felt her lips wrapped around him, grabbing onto the walls of the shower for support.

*****

That morning, after a particularly long shower, Robert Chase wrapped himself in the extra bathrobe Margot had provided him with. It was luxurious and soft, not unlike its owner. After calling into work sick, made his way downstairs, wandering Margot’s house until he found her in the kitchen, cooking.

“Pancakes?” Chase raised an eyebrow.

He had expected Margot to be cooking, especially not now.

“Please,” Margot Lange scoffed, taking offense, “Crêpes.”

He gave her a strange look as he took a seat at the counter, eager to try this woman’s cooking.

“Do you usually cook?” he asked her curiously.

Margot just shrugged. “When I’m in the mood. Besides, you gave me a pretty decent weinering, twice in the past twelve hours, so I suppose you could say I have an extra pep in my step.”

Robert smiled, an odd expression on his face. “I’ve never heard it described that way before, but I’m glad it was satisfactory.”

“Oh, it was more than,” Margot assured him with a giggle, “Next time, you should really consider setting up a tripod. Speaking of tripods, you’ve got a nice set of equipment there.”

Chase looked up at her happily, momentarily forgetting the other points she’d made. “So, there’s going to be a ‘next time’?”

“If you play your cards right, yeah,” Margot nodded as she scooped some homemade crêpes onto a plate. “I like to keep a good fantasy league.”

He found her crassness oddly charming as she pulled a glass container of orange juice out of the refrigerator, grabbing an extra champagne flute from her cupboard. Chase watched as she refilled her own mimosa, which was more so a glass of champagne with a splash of orange juice.

“Want one?” Margot asked him.

“Sure. Why not?” Chase questioned, figuring he wasn’t going in to work anyways.

Margot smiled pleasantly as she made him a mimosa, sliding it toward him across the counter. She went right back to cooking, fully aware that Chase was staring. It was difficult not to, as she was cooking in only a deep red satin robe with black undergarments underneath. Margot, Chase realized, was a Victoria’s Secret Angel who just so happened to be a lawyer. And judging by her house, her salary was more than supportive of that lifestyle.

“So, Rob,” she chose her own shortened version of his name, “Are you a cat person?”

He frowned at the random question.

“Pardon?”

Margot didn’t have to repeat herself as a fluffy creature with brown-black fur suddenly jumped up on the counter beside him. He flinched in surprise, not realizing that Margot owned a cat.

“Should he be on the counter?” Chase questioned nervously, leaning to the side so as not to get in the cat’s way.

He stared awkwardly as the fluffy black cat walked towards him, nuzzling against his hand.

“Garfield does as he pleases,” Margot assured him, which he didn’t question.

“You named him ‘Garfield’?” Chase observed her pet. “That doesn’t make much sense.”

“Oh, what, just because he’s black?” she demanded. “I never took you for a racist.”

“Never mind,” Chase sighed in defeat.

“He’s named after the fat orange cat that loves lasagna,” she told him, “But he’s also named after Andrew Garfield.”

“Fair enough,” Chase accepted.

“Here. Enjoy,” Margot digressed, setting a plate of crêpes in front of him.

He looked down at the appetizing plate of food, admiring the artfulness of the strawberries, raspberries, and blueberries resting on top.

“This looks delicious, Margot,” Chase complimented as she set two other plates of food down on the counter.

“Thanks,” she beamed, digging into her food.

They both wasted no time, in both eating and drinking. Chase demolished his plate quickly, not realizing how hungry their earlier workout in the shower had made him. He had also downed four ‘mimosas’ by the time he was done.

“Wait, why have you set three places?” he asked in confusion, noticing the third plate of food on the counter.

Before Margot could answer, a classy-sounding ring interrupted them. The doorbell.

“Coming!” Margot called cheerfully.

She practically floated to the door, drink in hand as she opened the door.

“Greg!” she exclaimed, as Chase’s jaw dropped.

“Hey, sweetie pie,” Dr. House said sweetly, entering the house with his cane.

House turned to see his employee sitting at the counter, in only his underwear under the robe, struggling to cover himself.

“There’s my employee of the month!” Dr. House beamed, thrilled to have embarrassed his employee. “Ready for work?”

“B-But I called in sick!” Chase protested.

“Well, I could use another pair of hands,” Gregory House announced, looking down at Chase’s hands.

Chase looked absolutely dumbfounded.

“Wash them though,” House told him, as he looked at a grinning Margot. “Who knows where they’ve been?”

“Crêpes?” Margot offered him the spare plate.

He took it enthusiastically, not unlike Chase that morning, and the night before.

“Don’t mind if I do,” House quipped, offering Margot a quick kiss on the lips as a thank you.

This was Chase’s last straw as he stared at the two of them in disbelief.

“What?” House questioned innocently. “You really thought we never slept together?” he demanded.

Chase was almost nauseous as he realized that he and his unsavory employer were, for the lack of a better term, eskimo brothers. The thought alone made him sick.

“Her with her cute bangs, and tight ass, and me with my salt and pepper beard, and cane?” House teased him, reveling in his horror as he kept an arm wrapped around Margot.

“Don’t worry, Rob,” Margot said sweetly, “Neither of us remember it. We just woke up next to each other after mixing Tanqueray and Vicodin at a sushi bar; we called it ‘Tranqueray’,” she provided as she sipped on her mimosa.

Chase sighed, distraught as he realized he had to go back to work even after finishing his fourth glass of champagne.

“Aw, look at you,” House cooed mockingly, “Drinking before work like a big boy. Now, get dressed. A man has cancer, and you get to tell him!”

In that moment, Chase wanted to murder him.

*****

Chase went into work that day more angry at House than he had been in a long time. He refused to speak to him as they rode up in the elevator together.

“Oh, come on! It’s not that bad,” House made fun of his young colleague. “I didn’t dip into the Margot pool before you did.”

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me!” Robert Chase exclaimed.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” House deadpanned, “I was too focused on the cosmos after we finished our mani-pedis!”

“You knew I wanted Margot, and you didn’t tell me you already slept with her!” Chase accused him.

“Well, I didn’t think you’d actually get to sleep with her,” Gregory House reasoned. “Honestly, I was probably a diversity hire!” he stated, looking down at his cane.

He infuriated Chase even further as he stormed off toward their office.

“House!”

Dr. House beamed at the sight of an irate Lisa Cuddy, as Chase stopped in his tracks like a cartoon character. He had never drank at work before, and was mortified just at the sight of his boss’s boss.

“Yes, dear?” the older doctor joked.

“Did you refer to a woman’s aborted fetus as a glorified ‘kidney stone’?!” Dr. Cuddy demanded, even surprising Chase.

House pretended to think.

“No?”

“Margot Lange isn’t here today, so you’d better cap off your HR violations,” the woman told him before walking past him. “Dr. Chase,” she said curtly.

“Dr. Cuddy,” he said awkwardly.

Dr. Cuddly stopped, turning to look at Chase. “Is that champagne on your breath?”

Chase looked her dead in the eye, mortified. “…No?”

Cuddy glared back at House, who just smiled and shrugged. She shook her head irritably, stomping away from the both of them.

-

Chapter Three

[bumblesimagines]

this wasn't supposed to happen.

i did a number on your back. sorry about that.

we should do that again sometime.

Fiona Gallagher

we should do that again sometime.

this wasn't supposed to happen.

i did a number on your back. sorry about that.

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

As consciousness seeped into his body and his senses slowly awakened, he was hit with a few realizations that quickened the process of waking up. He couldn't hear Génesis babbling away in her crib nor the loud strays he often fed mewling for food outside. The springs in the mattress beneath him dug slightly into his skin and the smell of cheap booze and perfume lingering in the air invaded his nostrils. The mattress abruptly dipped slightly and strands of hair tickled his shoulder, startling the exhaustion fully out of his system.

The room around him was unfamiliar. The walls were covered in chipping paint, there were enough clothes on the floor to give to twenty people, random bottles of water and beer were sat about in different places, and there were odd stains on the barely visible rug. The chaos and mess of the room made his skin itch. (Y/N) exhaled quietly and tilted his head to look at the owner of the bedroom. Shit.

"I can't wait for ya'll to meet them. I swear, they are the kindest people in this whole city." (Y/N) hummed, absentmindedly listening to his cousin's girlfriend go on and on about their neighbors, the Gallagher family, as he raked his fingers through his eldest daughter's hair and detangled the small knots that had formed. Veronica held his other daughter at her hip, cooing and clicking her tongue to keep the toddler entertained whilst they made their way over to the tall house right next door. 

"V's right, (Y/N). You'll love 'em. Debs and Talia are gonna get along great." Kevin piped in and scrunched up his face at Génesis, a wide smile breaking out on his face when she burst into giggles and gleefully clapped her tiny hands together. Talia clutched her dolls close to her chest and tentatively peered up at the house when they entered through the front yard. 

"I bet Carl's going to be tripping over himself when he sees Talia." Veronica giggled and gently pinched one of Talia's reddened cheeks, listening to her boyfriend pound loudly on the front door until it swung open and a teen's freckled face greeted them. He looked between them all curiously and a fond smile appeared on his lips when he noticed the bundled-up toddler in Veronica's hands. 

"Hi, I'm Ian." He introduced himself a bit meekly and stuck out a lanky arm to shake (Y/N)'s hand before stepping back and allowing them to enter the house. The house seemed bigger with an archway connecting the living room to the kitchen and dining room. There were two staircases on opposite sides of the house leading up to the second story, nearly each step covered in toys and beer cans alike. It looked like a tornado had rampaged throughout the rooms but (Y/N) tried to contain his judgment and put on a smile for the family. Veronica had mentioned there was only a twenty-one-year-old managing all five of her younger siblings with their drunk father occasionally crashing on the couch. 

"Oh, a baby!" A little girl not much older than Talia squealed and sprang up from the couch, nearly trampling her brother in the process of reaching them and earning a swift glare. She jumped up onto her toes and smiled widely as she delicately ran her finger over the back of Génesis's hand, cooing softly and introducing herself. "Hi, baby. I'm Debbie." 

"Guys, I'd like you to meet (Y/N) and his daughters, Génesis and Talia. They're going to be stayin' with us next door for a little while so make them feel at home, alright?" Veronica called into the living room, barely drawing the other teenager and his little brother's attention away from the action movie playing on the television. She scoffed quietly and muttered under her breath before flashing the woman heading down the stairs a smile. The pretty brunette returned it and gasped softly at the sight of Génesis in her arms. 

"Well, aren't you a pretty little thing?" She cooed warmly and chuckled sweetly at Debbie's fascination with the baby, one hand rising to comb back the hairs sticking out from Debbie's ponytail. He assumed she was Fiona Gallagher, the eldest daughter taking care of all the kids. Fiona was tall and slim, almost lanky like her brother but held a more at-ease air to herself than he did. The bags under her eyes were subtle, just barely noticeable, and her hair had been tied up into a messy ponytail that barely restrained the wavy locks. She looked up from Génesis and met his eyes. Her brows slightly lifted and her lips parted and closed, a hint of red spreading across her cheeks. 

"Nice to meet you, Fiona."

He'd promised himself before leaving Kentucky he'd stay in his lane, that he wouldn't involve himself with anyone again for a while. Talia's mother had been one thing, someone he couldn't bring himself to be resentful despite her refusal to be in their daughter's life. They'd been two naive fourteen-year-olds messing around who faced the consequences of not being more careful. Becoming involved with Génesis's mother, however, had been his fault. The lengthy criminal record and history of short relationships should've been big enough red flags to abort ship before they could be tied together permanently, but he'd ignored them and her own recklessness led to her incarceration. Two failed relationships, two motherless daughters. With his shit luck, he could only hope Fiona was on some sort of birth control.

"Fucking hell." He sighed heavily and rubbed his palm over his face, making vain attempts at ignoring the subtle throbbing in his temple. (Y/N) pushed himself up and swung his legs over the edge, picking his briefs up from the floor and slipping them on. Fiona groaned quietly behind him and he peered over his shoulder at her as she rubbed her eyes and stretched out across the small bed, the mattress beneath her creaking with each movement. 

"Jesus, I did a number on your back. Sorry about that." She chuckled and tucked some of her frizzy hair behind her ear a bit sheepishly. Fiona sat up and leaned back against the wall, one arm reaching out to rummage through the nightstand until she found a cigarette pack and pulled one out. Dangling one between her fingers in his direction, she said, "We should do that again sometime."

"No, Fiona, this wasn't supposed to happen. I- I have too much on my plate right now to deal with... whatever you want this to become. I don't need the girls getting confused either. I appreciate the warm welcome into the neighborhood but... for your sake and mine, we should just stay as neighbors."

[sweetcheeksschemmenti]

Red Rover, Red Rover Pt. 2

Melissa Schemmenti x Fem Reader

Summary: You convince your wife, Melissa, to take in a stray dog until you can find its owner. She reluctantly agrees, reminding you that the pup will end up in the pound if no one comes forward. Spoiler: The dog doesn’t go to the pound.

No warnings apply!

You pretended not to notice your wife become gradually attached to her dog twin over the course of the week. The pup followed Melissa around like a shadow and the two of them quickly became inseparable. On your evening walks, she would insist on stopping at the park so ‘pipsqueak’ could sniff around and meet other neighborhood dogs. And every time your cell phone rang, she held her breath hoping it wasn’t about the dog.

During lunch, Jacob received a phone call from an unknown number and he answered it without hesitation.

“Jacob speaking, how can I help you?”

You watched his face fall a little and you reached for your wife’s hand. That was it, your time with the pup was coming to an end. “Oh, um yeah. We can definitely do that, would tomorrow work?” He looked to the two of you with the question and you nodded. Melissa squeezed your hand and gave you a sad smile. “Alright, we’ll see you tomorrow morning then. Thank you, bye.” He slid his phone into his pocket and sighed.

“She’s going home tomorrow isn’t she,” Melissa asked quietly.

“Sounds like it. I’m sorry, baby,” you rubbed her hand with your own.

“Don’t know why you’re sorry, told ya we weren’t keeping her anyway.” She snapped, standing as and gathered her things before heading to her classroom to sulk in private. You went to follow her but Barbara stopped you with a hand on your shoulder, shaking her head. You knew Melissa needed time to herself to be sad, but it was hard to give her that when all you wanted to do was hold her and take away that hurt. She always took pride in putting up a tough front so your heart broke any time that front fell.

You spent the rest of your lunch break poking at your food, thinking of ways to convince the pup’s family to give your wife visitation rights. Melissa kept to herself until the car ride home later that afternoon when she apologized for how she spoke to you. You were quick to forgive her, knowing how out of character it was for her to be even the slightest bit mean to you.

When you arrived at home, Little Red greeted the two of you at the door with excited kisses and a tail wagging so fast she could have taken flight. Melissa sat on the floor to enjoy what little time she had left with the pipsqueak while you went upstairs to change before starting dinner. The pair left for their evening walk as you placed the casserole in the oven.

About an hour later, they returned and joined you in the kitchen. You fed the pup her dinner and grabbed two plates from the cabinet to dish out your own. “How was your walk, baby,” you asked as she snaked her arms around your waist and placed a sweet kiss on your cheek.

“Bittersweet. I’m gonna miss her,” she admitted as she reached for the glasses of water on the counter. “You and your damned puppy dog eyes, shoulda never agreed to take her in,” she teased.

You followed her into the dining room and placed her plate in front of her. You both sat down and began to dig into the meal. A few moments of silence later, you mentioned the idea of going to the shelter to pick out another dog to love once Little Red went home. She thought about it but shook her head, “Nah, there’s just something about this one. It’s like she chose us or somethin’. Don’t worry about it, hon. I’ll be okay. You’re all I need.” She blew you a kiss from across the table before sneaking a green bean under the table for her friend.

Once the plates were cleared and cleaned, Melissa and her shadow followed you to the couch. The rest of the evening was quiet as you enjoyed a series of rom-coms with your wife’s head in your lap and the pup tucked safely in the crook of her knees. Eventually, Melissa’s soft snores synced with the dog’s and you knew it was time to retire to bed. Gently, you prodded her up and turned off the television. You shared a yawn before reaching for her to hold your hand as you made your way up to your room, pipsqueak hot on your heels. Before either of you were able to turn down the covers, Little Red jumped up and laid at the foot of the bed, her spot, and looked between you two expectantly for her good night kisses. You both let out a sad sigh, she was already used to your routine, it would be so hard to let her go. With smooches given, the two of you climbed into bed. You snuggled into your own spot, head on Melissa’s chest and whispered, “I’m gonna miss her too.”

Melissa let you sleep in the next morning while she took the dog out for one last walk. When they returned, she let Little Red jump onto the bed to wake you up. You blinked your eyes open and giggled at the excitement she had in seeing you. Moments later, your wife sat by your side and brushed your hair from your face as she pulled the pup off of you.

“They’ll be here soon, hon, maybe twenty minutes. Made you a breakfast sandwich, it’s on the dresser. We’ll be in the backyard playing if you wanna join us when you’re done.” You nodded and thanked her as she left to let you get ready for the day. You ate your sandwich fairly quickly and rinsed off in the shower. You knew there’d be tears, so you opted for minimal makeup and made it to the backyard with minutes to spare before the dog’s family arrived.

You got the call that they’d arrived and you greeted them at the door before leading them to the backyard. They introduced themselves as Ginny and Tom, they were an older couple who didn’t seem to be overly emotional about being reunited with their dog.

“Here she is, we’ve taken the best care of her for ya,” you told the couple as you opened the screen door for them.

“Looks like it, she’s never looked so happy,” Ginny commented and she watched the pup play with your wife. She watched for a while as they played fetch before her husband called for the dog.

“Coco! Come here, Coco!” He clapped his hands and the dog looked up at the couple. She wagged her tail at them and dropped her ball at Melissa’s feet, waiting for her to throw it again.

The gentleman frowned a little and looked at his wife. She shouted, “Coco! Coco! You want a cookie?” The pup cocked her head at the word ‘cookie’ but didn’t budge. Melissa picked her up and walked over to the couple. Coco didn’t seem too impressed with them and tried with all her might to get down when Melissa handed her over.

“You sure she’s your dog,” Melissa joked and the pup hid behind her.

Ginny wiped a single tear from her cheek. “She was my mother’s. Mom passed away almost two weeks ago now. We brought her home with us, but she escaped the second day. Coco has never really been fond of us, but we promised we’d give her a good home.” Tom rubbed her back and pulled her to the side to take a moment to collect herself as she started to cry.

You and Melissa gave them some privacy while you continued to love on the dog and chase each other around the tree playing peek-a-boo. The older couple watched from the patio and whispered back and forth to each other for a while before waving you over. Your wife joined you, arm wrapped around your waist.

Ginny nodded at Tom before he spoke. “How would you two feel about keeping her? The three of you seem so happy together, and we’d be keeping our promise to Ginny’s mom. I just don’t think Coco would be content living wit-“

“Yes,” you both responded simultaneously, squeezing each other slightly. “We love her so much already. We would be delighted!”

The couple smiled wide and chuckled at the enthusiasm. “She’s all yours. You have our number, just keep us updated on her if you don’t mind. Maybe send a few pictures from time to time? My mother would want me to keep tabs on her little one, she loved her just as much as Coco loves you.” Ginny knelt down to say her goodbyes to the pup and was met with a sloppy kiss, like Coco was saying thank you.

Melissa thanked the couple profusely as she walked them to the door and promised to send updates and pictures periodically. Once the door closed, you pulled your wife into a tight embrace and let out a sigh of relief. Neither of you could believe the outcome. You were officially dog parents!

Your wife picked Coco up and brought her over for a group hug, the pup licked both of your faces. You plopped yourself down on the couch and Coco jumped up onto your lap, she knew she was home. Melissa sat next to you, beaming ear to ear.

“Well, now we gotta give her a name, we can’t just keep calling her ‘the dog’, ‘little red’ and ‘pipsqueak’. She deserves a proper name. I was thinking maybe Harper, or Georgia? Coco just does not fit her.”

Melissa was quiet for a moment before leaning her head on your shoulder. “What about Penny? Like, a Penny lost is a Penny found? Or Pennies from Heaven… Penny for your thoughts?”

Your jaw dropped in false surprise, “You’ve really put some thought into this haven’t you?”

“I may or may not have secretly been calling her Penny since we brought her home,” she said as she bit her lip. You tilted your head back in laughter. Of course Melissa already had a name for her. It made perfect sense.

“Damn! She stole your heart faster than I did. She’s your baby, so Penny it is!” Penny responded to her name with a head tilt and tail wag, she knew it already.

Melissa nuzzled her head into your neck. “/You’re/ my baby. Penny is /our/ baby. You’ll always be number one in my heart, hon.”

You rested your head on top of hers. “I’m not jealous of a dog, Mel,” you teased.

“No, I know. I just wanted to remind you.”

With butterflies in your stomach, you ran your fingers through her hair. After all these years she still had that affect on you. “Thank you, darling. You’ll always be number one in mine, too.” A few beats later you added, “unless Penny magically decides I’m her favorite. Then you’ll be booted to two,” you joked, earning you a playful smack on the arm from your wife.

“Yeah, right!”

The little red rover found her forever family.

[scarletwinterxx]

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"It's one plane ride away, I'll be there in 3 months"

"That's 3 months too long" he grumbles, still pouting as he zips the last of his luggage. Mark hated being away for you, too many days and nights your time zone's don't line up. By the time it's morning for you, he'll be saying goodnight.

But now, things are about to change. This will be the last time you're saying goodbye to him for a long time but he doesn't know that. For now it's your little secret.

"It'll fly by fast, just like every other time. Now come here and give me cuddles, stop pouting like a kid" you tease him, opening your arms to welcome him.

Feeling his arms go around you, you further confirmed a fact you've known for years. The two of you can be continents away from each other, but your heart will always stay with one another. Mark really has become your home and in his arms are where you feel the safest and most loved.

"If you're sad then it's gonna make me sad, I don't want the last night to be all tears" you tell him, feeling his embrace tighten against you. He kisses the top of your head a few times before letting you go.

"You're right, sorry. No more sulking, it's just 3 months then you'll come to me" he smiles at you, the cute little dimple you love so much appearing on his cheek. You stand on your tiptoe to kiss it, savoring the warmth of him against your lips.

And you were right, the 3 months did fly by fast. Mainly because you were busy packing your apartment to move to another continent. You didn't keep much apart from your stuff and some of Mark's. It's kind of hard to travel with everything so you got rid of what you can.

The only person who knew you were coming was Johnny, who is currently waiting for you at the airport. Easily spotting the 6 foot Chicago guy from a distance.

"There she is! About time you got here, I don't think I can take another day of Mark whining about how much he misses you" he jokes, giving you a quick hug and taking your stuff to carry it himself.

"He doesn't know I'm coming, I'm suppose to fly out this weekend" you tell him while following behind

"Oh believe me I know, he won't let us forget"

You chuckle at his story, just thinking about surprising Mark makes you grin.

He dropped you off at Mark's apartment, you're familiar with the place since you've stayed here every time you fly over. What he doesn't know is you're here to stay with him for good.

It did took a lot of courage to make this decision but you didn't doubt it for a second. You know there's no other place you'd rather call home than where he is.

For a couple of hours you rested, cleaned the few dishes on the sink and picked up the towel he threw on the floor. A habit you knew he had, you've had that talk with him more than a few times and he always promises he won't do it again. You let him off the hook, for now.

You were in the bedroom when you hear someone by the door. Mark entered his place, tired from the whole day of work to notice the other pair of shoes by the door.

He threw his bag by the couch, along with his coat. He then walked to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water, resting against the counter while he drinks and take a moment to look around.

This time he notices the dishes he was suppose to do this morning was gone. He brushed it off thinking he must've just forgotten he already did it. He then walked to the bedroom, the first thing he noticed was the towel that he definitely threw by the bed this morning. He remembers it because he's been thinking about it all day and how you'll be mad if you found out he threw it on the floor yet again.

He looks around, checking to see anything missing or different just in case someone broke in. But who would clean up if they're here to steal, he thoughts.

Mark then walks towards the bathroom to check, nothing there too so he walks back the bedroom. Just when he was about to go outside, you jumped out of your hiding spot to surprise him

"SURPRISE!"

"WHAT THE F- OH MY GOD WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE" you didn't even get the chance to walk towards him because he's already running to you. Picking you up in an embrace.

"Is this for real or am I dreaming?" you hear him mumble

You giggle, patting him on the back so he could put you down. "This is real silly. I'm really here" you tell him.

He grabs you by the face and kisses you. As his lips lands on yours, he knew this was really real. You're actually here with him.

You can feel him smile against your lips, tilting your head to the side to kiss him deeper. Too many days wish he was with you, now he's here and you're not going to let go that easily.

He walks backwards until the back of his legs hit the bed. Landing on it gently with you still in his arms. You straddle his legs while the two of you get lost in each others kisses.

"Okay okay wait a sec" you giggle, pushing your lover away gently. Mark follows your lips though, kissing you a few more times before he lets you go but not too far.

"When did you get here?" he asks you

"Today, Johnny picked me up at the airport so I could surprise you" you tell him, your hands intertwine around his shoulders.

"I could've come and pick you up" he pouts.

Oh your sweet sweet boy.

You smile at him, rubbing your nose against his. Feeling like you're on cloud nine now that you're back together.

"Then it wouldn't be a surprise" you tell him, speaking of surprise you can't wait to see his reaction once you tell him your news.

"How long are you staying? I can take a few days off so we can go out" he tells you excitedly.

For you he would do just about anything. He can put his world on pause, stop everything for you.

"About that..."

"What? You can't stay that long?" he asks, already feeling sad but he tries not to let you see it.

"Actually, I'm not gonna go back" you tell him, not sure how to break the news to him either

"Huh?"

"Surprise number 2 I guess, I wanted to tell you for months now but I waited until everything is settled. So yeah. I'm here to stay, that is if you're looking for a roommate?" you ask

Mark didn't say anything for a couple of seconds, your words still processing in his mind.

"You mean you're staying here, with me ? Here? and you're not going to fly back? You're staying with me?"

You can't help but laugh lightly at him, pulling him closer once again to kiss him

"I'm gonna stay right here" you whisper, looking straight into his eyes.

"But what about your work? your friends? I can't ask you to leave your life there"

"Baby you're not asking me, I want to. I have friends here too, I can call my friends there and we can visit them. Plus you're my bestfriend. As for work, it just so happened they were looking for someone to relocate here to Korea. It was like fate wanted me to be here"

"Are you sure? I don't want you to give up everything, I don't mind the flights-"

"You do, I do. We both do. We just never said it outloud because we didn't want to be sad, but all I can think of when you're not around is how much I want to be with you. To be honest it's harder for me to be there than moving here where I know I could be with you"

He looks at you, trying to find the words to say

"Are you really really sure?" he asks again

"I wouldn't be here if it wasn't. So you're stuck with me, for good" you tease a smile out of him

"It's hard for me too. It's the hardest when I'm so tired and I come back here and all I can think of is how much I want to come home to you. Every flight away from you was never easy"

"I know"

"So I guess this is your anniversary present?" he jokingly asks, you get off of his lap to stand up.

"It'll be hard to top this one" you joke

"I can just ask you to marry me" he says ever so casually, not missing how your cheeks reddened. You hit him lightly making your boyfriend laugh

"Hey, that's not fair"

"You're the one who's stuck me, you know I'm never letting you go now?"

"Good, cause I'm not going anywhere. Here's to 7 more years"

He smile at you before standing up to hug you again,

As you stare at each other eyes you can't help but feel this warm sensation in your chest. You really are home.

"I read somewhere that our cells change every 7 years or so" you mumble, he hums waiting for you to continue

"It's been 7 years since we first met, and until now I still feel the same way about you. I want every cell in my body to know what it feels like to love you, I want it to never forget how warm and lovely it feels it be in love with you. 7 years from now, 14 years and until the last cycle of this life, I want all of me to love all of you"

He stares at you, soaking each word coming out of your lips like a spell enchanting him. Making him fall even deeper in love with you.

"You know they say love isn't easy, but loving you is easy. It's like it's the only thing my heart and soul was made for. Every thought in my head, awake or even in my dreams, is always you" he tells you.

You can feel the tears starting to build up from too much happiness you're feeling right now.

"Wanna hear something crazy?" you mumble

"Do tell" he chuckles

"If you ask me to marry you right now, I'd say yes"

He smiles at you before closing the distance once again, like he just sealed a promise. Speaking a silent vow to make that come true, maybe tonight or tomorrow or 7 days/months from now. All he knows is he will live this life with you.

[missamyrisa2]

The Selection

Alex grunted in satisfaction. Another workout nearly in the books, and he was on a hot streak for slipping past selection. The new gym brought with it a wealth of always-clean machines, a quiet atmosphere free of the usual jabbering from muscletown devotees, and somehow the best smelling facility he'd ever been in. The Selection, was another matter. And one he intended to continue avoiding.

Letting the elliptical gradually slow, Alex carefully scanned his path of retreat. He'd seen too many people get nabbed coming out the locker room or nailed while filling their water bottle. Efficiency was the key: get in, do your work and get the fuck out. His inner voice echoed. Hey I wonder if the other guys lost out because they had no inner monologue. You know, that's really a thing. Like isn't it just so bizarre someone not hearing something like this? I can't imagine it. I can't not talk to myself all the time like this. Oh god, am I always talking to myself? Maybe that's weirder. Fuck! Gotta concentrate. Oh man, that girl by the entrance was talking about her fruit salads again and if she mentions the kumquats I'm gonna lose it. That is the funniest word seriously. I need to write that book about funny sounding words that'll totally be~

Grasping his ponytail, Alex silenced his inner self and started padding towards the cubbies on the far wall. Bypassing the locker room and simply keeping a tiny bag for his belongings while changing in the car had been his saving grace. Finally a perfect gym, and he wasn't going to let this little weird thing they do get in the way of that. Not with beach season rapidly approaching.

Everyone had to agree to this process in order to enjoy this unbelievable facility. It seemed like the simplest waver, mostly because no one really read the details of the terms. The Selection was supposedly random but he'd heard rumors the owners preselect the candidates, and he couldn't help but notice the guy working the entrance desk had been casting some careful gazes all morning. I'm already on my way out. There's no way now. I'll turn and run.

And yet, his heel could have made an audible skidding sound as Alex stopped dead in his tracks. The unmistakable tri-horn blaring of the process cut through the idle atmosphere of the gym. Gasps rose as the patrons turned. Alex could feel his cheeks lighting up, the shiver up his spine. Just run. His legs wouldn't respond. He felt the eyes on his form. Alex knew it was over. He grasped his little bag. The door was too far way, it seemed miles out of reach now. Even if he made it there, disregarding The Selection was an immediate lifetime ban and there was no way he could act like he didn't hear it now.

"Excuse me, um. Let's see. Alex! Alex?" The voice piped up from behind. Perky, yet with a bite of authority.

Alex sheepishly froze. The remnants of his workout still throbbed in his muscles, his throat suddenly so parched. "Uh?" He murmured. Who's Alex? Not this guy. Must be the guy who just left. Alex who?

"Come on, beast." The shoulder tap and a chuckle. Alex turned wearily. His cheesy silly smile scraped from the ID system was plastered across the TVs. They didn't do that when he'd seen other selections. No deniability; someone wanted him bad for this.

Led past the other gym patrons, some who kept their heads down so as to not be cast in with his lot, others looked with a knowing smirk having done their time. And of course, the one jerk who was all too pleased making like he had an invisible fishing line. "We got a live one! We're reelin' him in! Get your Alex!!"

"Ah ha. Ah ha." Alex attempted a fake laugh as he was led towards the back room. Good one, idiot. We'll come up with something really witty in the shower later.

The back room was surprisingly nondescript, looking like a multi-purpose studio with a few tall mirrors and some hooks on the wall. Alex had expected more of an ornate torture room, or at least something intimidating. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. The Guy was maybe the same age as Alex, sporting a high and tight cut as opposed to Alex's grungier dirty blonde hairstyle. A little shorter than Alex, and commanding much more authority, he flipped over the sheet on his clipboard and gestured to the floor.

"Alright, you know the drill."

Alex absolutely did not know the drill. He didn't know there was a drill. He didn't want to let this guy down. This guy whom Alex had just met, but desperately felt the need to impress.

"Yeah, sure. Cool. No biggie." Probably just an inspection to make sure you're worthy. Those rumors were just to scare you. Like that time the guy in class said he sprayed you with liquid acid and convinced you you'd be tripping balls and then you thought you were and ended up breakdancing on the floor and shut up shut up shut up shut up

Alex shouted down his internal chattering and sat on the mat, knees up resting his arms on it.

"Uh. Heh." The Guy grinned and recognized what was on his hands. He knelt down and nudged Alex back, making him lay flat on the padded mat. "There we go, big guy."

What happened next happened so fast Alex's inner voice went silent. And his body shook with panic as he realized what it was like to have no inner monologue for a time. The Guy flashed a wicked smile and tapped his toes on a segment of the floor. With a whipping woosh, thick black restraints slipped out from the floor and captured Alex's wrists, ankles, and midsection. Still trying to make it look like he knew the Drill, Alex tried very calmly and quietly to test the cuffs around his body. His muscles flexed slightly as he realized this was real. He was completely immobilized and there was no way he could break out. This didn't feel like just a prank to scare or initiate him, this was bad.

"Alright, let's start the clock." The Guy remarked, businesslike but with an air of ... flirtatiousness? The oversized digital clock on the wall blinked to life as if on The Guy's words alone. The numbers shuffled and settled on 59:59. His clipboard set aside on the only table in the room, he knelt down and unceremoniously grasped Alex's black workout shorts.

"Hey wait what the!" Alex resisted, or tried as much as he could to stop this ingress which is to say he wriggled uselessly on the mat as his shorts were brought down. The soft mesh dragged past his lower abdomen, exposed his princely areas and finally left his thighs open before coming to rest at the knees.

"I thought you knew the drill, Alex~" The Guy's voice suddenly bent in a teasing taunting almost squeaking direction that made Alex full on panic, grasping the air and pulling his arms and legs uselessly. "I thought you knew~" He repeated with a lift on that last word, taking out a bottle of massage oil and working it slowly tauntingly into his hands.

"Get away from me you weirdo I'll knock your teeth out!" Alex demanded, his belly flexing and hips trying to buck and twist. He balled his hands into fists and snarled out. Sweat started to bead on his temples as he watched helplessly those oiled up hands floating right for his manhood. "What the fuck! Stop it don't touch me you're dead if you touch! I'll cream you and won't miss a beat!!"

Undeterred, the suddenly very squeaky teasy Guy grasped Alex's royal rod and began slowly working a gentle craft. "Only the best boys will do, and after all you're one of our best." He mused matter of factly, his experienced hands working a pressure and movement Alex found his body desperately wanting to love.

"Nhhh. Noo stopppittttt I'll grrr hhmmnghhhh!!" His mind flooded with imagery and resistance. Alex didn't want to give The Guy the satisfaction of making it that easy to take control of Alex's body. Snarling and seething, Alex surprised himself when it worked. His royal part stayed unresponsive save for a twitch or two no matter how The Guy pumped and stroked and rolled with his palms. Alex smirked seeing the frustration building in the face of his captor. "Messed with the wrong guy huh. I guess your Selection is pretty worthless. Maybe give me a month free and I won't tell everyone how bad you suck!" Alex tried his luck, taunting his captor and further keeping his body unresponsive.

The clock ticked slowly, but steadily. 55:00, 51:12, 48:30. Time marched on and Alex kept a slow hiss and growl as his anchor, his mental power working overtime to run out the clock and never give The Guy what he wanted. "Oh too bad. So sad. Running out of time huh? Do you spend every morning being a big failure?" The Guy looked unbothered but his body language was betraying an annoyance at not making any progress.

Finally, he slowed, and held Alex's limp member lightly. "Alright, big guy. Let's see how tough you really are." The Guy smirked, and nodded to seemingly no one but Alex's body shook with surprise when one of the ceiling length mirrors creaked open and a person emerged from the observation room. A woman a few years younger than Alex appeared through the beam of light, smiling brightly.

"Oh!" He stammered, never expecting this turn of events. And gathering some confidence having shaken off The Guy's efforts, he blustered. "Sending in the big guns huh? Pathetic. Calling some silly girl? What's she gonna do? Do my makeup? Ha!"

Her wall of honey brown hair bobbed and waved as she moved without a word but shared a look with The Guy - a very clear expression of curious amusement. Dressed in blue jeans and a dark floral top along with a gym name badge bearing nothing but a single letter "K", the mystery girl immediately set about to do her business.

With a wink to The Guy she scooted onto the mat and put Alex's head in her lap before holding up her hands to flash a set of perfectly manicured red nails shining in the overhead lights. "Oh give me a fuckin break. Seriously? This is your secret weapon? A girly girl and her nails? Ha!" Yet, Alex felt his stomach drop and his face ignite with blush as she smirked and began wriggling her nails down towards him. The flourish of red waving down quickly began cutting through his resistances.

"eeeehhhh stupid girl" he muttered nonetheless growing weary as she drew her taunting fingers closer to his underarms. He started pulling on the bonds trying to close up shop before those dancing looters arrived, and slipped a squeal when she pulled back before starting anew, nails wriggling high above and slowly descending once more. "Fff-mmmhh!!! ggrrr knock ittt offf!! you doorknob!" He protested as she continued undeterred, this time moving slowly down to fake out his biceps. Alex screamed a giggle this time and his tush bounced in protest as she reset and began again, her nails wiggling to start all over.

This time she leaned over to taunt his twitching tight belly. Alex growled and slipped a whimper as he felt her proximity more than ever and was being broken down by how her hair bobbed over him, how her bright twinkly eyes assessed his every reaction. And as he helplessly watched his belly being taunted with anticipation, he suddenly became aware once more of The Guy, who had been patiently watching and waiting.

"Unnngghhhhh!!" Alex groaned as he couldn't stop his princely part from swelling in the Guy's grip this time, who began ever so slowly working that craft once more. His fingers encircled and began gently stroking and further coaxing out the arousal. What he previously could ward off now was taking over Alex's royal rod and making him rapidly wanting more despite a stream of protests and growls. "Fghhhhhh you suck you can't even do the selection right you're messing with the wrong guy!!"

"Looks like he's being defiant." She mused, her fingers faking out his belly over and over with little wispy graspy and skitters right over the surface of his bouncing tummy. The Guy nodded and mmhmmmed as he continued working up Alex's swollen part, oiled fingers jerking lightly under the tip. "Are we being defiant, Aleeexx?" Her singsong sweet voice made him quiver and shake desperately, his face a mess of pink and strained expressions as he failed to stifle all he groaning growling moans wavering out. His desperate wanting sounds rose more and more as his throbbing prince part neared its climax as her wiggly wriggly nails and nearness continued to overload his senses.

"MmmmgHH! GHRrrr youuuu!! You'll payyyy for thisss unghhh mmhh!! Just justtt okay okayyy! StaAHAPP!! stapppittttt!!! Noo moreeee!"

"Well, you heard him. You can stop till he asks again." K grinned and nodded to the Guy who released Alex's wanting member and left him on the edge, his royal rod wavering and wanting. Alex screamed out in teased frustration, the tingles spreading over his writhing body as they looked down over him with a loving contempt.

The clock read 38:59 as The Guy stepped away into a different mirror door. K simply looked down at Alex as he suffered the edge, her fingers tracing his cheeks and gasping lips, the graze of her nails making him mewl out for her. She cooed and fawned over his writhing, brushing aside his messed up hair to playfully tease his ears with little strokes to make him squeal out for mercy.

Moments later, The Guy excitedly hopped back into the room. "Oh we're not even halfway through and he filled two tanks." K nodded passingly, as if this was not the big news he made it out to be. "And how's our little beastie doing?" He knelt down to Alex's midsection and lightly stroked Alex's falling arousal, making Alex stiffen and whine.

"Unnghhh!!! Quitt it!" The Guy snickered and wiggled his finger along the underside of the rod. "Quit iiiiit!!" Alex shouted again.

"Oh I think I found the quit it button!" He teased, lightly stroking and taunting Alex's member over to get the same protesting reaction.

Looking back to the clock, The Guy grabbed up Alex's princely part once more and began coating it with a fresh round of massage oil.

"Nhhhh~~" Alex groaned feeling it, his head shaking as he growled and grunted with renewed energy and deepness in his voice. "Ffffckk noooo! Nooo!! I'm nottt I'm nottt getting hard for you againnnn!!!"

And right on cue, her nails came wiggling down once more starting at his palms, faking out but grazing his skin more closely this time. First right at the hands then down his wrists and inner elbow. Despite his impressive display of flexing muscles and screaming snarls, she melted his defenses like butter.

"MFFHHHH! eEEHHH! Stopiitttt!! Those fffuckinngg nailllsss!! I hate thatt that's the worsttttt!!!" She cooed and clicked her tongue moving down to wriggle endlessly over his underarms, delighting at how he pulled so uselessly in the bonds. Down below, The Guy smiled knowingly as he felt that prince part inflating in his palm. Coating it with oil, he began at the base this time, gently squeezing and making Alex percolate with a big wanting giggly moan.

"Oooh I thought you weren't gonna get hard, tough guy~" She grinned and pinched at his armpits. "Uh oh!" Her fingers trailed lightly around, seeking out the hot spots to hotwire him further along with her toying words. "Ooh no! What happened? What happened huhhh?"

"Nnnnmhhhghh you can't make me hhaaarrrdddd you can't do this to mee! Staaapppittt stooopitttt!!" He arched, trying to growl at them but only ended up releasing a big squeaking whine as his princely rod betrayed his will and grew quickly in The Guy's hands, her nails and coos and being over him making it impossible to resist the edging.

"oooh yeah. Mmhmm. Nope, not at alllll ~ nope nope nope!" She taunted as The Guy slowly started working the ring of pressure up and down to edge Alex further and take advantage of the hotwiring. Her nails skittered down, thumb and index finger making the tiny pinches at his upper ribs. "Coochie coooo tough guy~"

Her taunts only frustrated flustered and infuriated Alex further. His head bounced in her lap, his midsection trying to twist away from The Guy's slick grip. "GHaAA! Damnn youuuu!! Noooo nooo stoppp thoseeeee damn naillssss getttt offa MAEHEE!" Giggles mixed into his desperate gasping moans as she lightly did the pinching motions all over his upper chest and collar and biceps, seeking out the squeaky spots and lingering there to make him go wild.

"Aww did you get hard? Did youuu?" She teased and taunted, her lips pursing and making kissy faces as he frantically angrily rolled his head around in her lap. He blushed furiously at how her red nails elicited so many ticklish reactions now, freely making him giggle and laugh out as she rubbed her thumbs down his shaking sides. Her lean only further ruined his resistances, her curves right over his pinkened body as The Guy merrily worked away stroking up the underside of his prince part's tip to milk out maximum arousal.

"Ghhhh justttt mmmhhh fffuckk shitttt damn helll!!! pleeeaseee make me cum make me cum!!" He begged out, fully admitting to what their treatments did to him.

The pair tsked and admonished, snicker at his request.

"I thought you knew the drill, Alex. I thought you were a tough guy, Alex. What's going on here, did you lie to me, Alex?" His husky tease voice with that bite of authority made Alex increasingly flustered frustrated, his body wriggling in reaction to this verbal discipline as K chimed in with the twinkly feminine taunts.

"Aww such a naughty boy. All oiled up and nowhere to go and pinkened and wanting and oooh so demanding!" She grinned and smiled at Alex while giving a slight nod to the Guy who released once more. "So so naughty tsk tsk tsk. No wonder he's not letting you cum~"

"nnnnhhhhnuahgttyyy I'm not naughttyyyyy unnnhhh I'm a goood boooyyyyyyy plehehesaee please make me cum!! unnnghhh I asked niiiiceellyyyyyy ghhhaaaunnHHH!" Alex carried on, now unable to resist gyrating and bucking gently, wantingly as he was totally overcome once more with neediness. Pleading and begging as he started to tumble down the edge again with moans and whimpers rising unnmmhHHH ooh oohhhhh ohhhh!! unnhg okkayy nnnhhh!!"

As The Guy scampered off to check the progress in the mysterious side room again, K once again traced his body with her nails as he writhed on the mat, held down and made to feel his body tingle off the tickly taunted bullied edge. Her eyes locked with his, blushing a bit herself as she took in his desperately wanting expressions.

"Mhmmm mhmmmm ~ I don't know I don't see a good boy just a naughty wanty mess. I thinkkkkkkkk more attention is needed after all…..you still can form words, cutie"

The clock ticked down to 18:13.

As he heard the mirror door opening Alex bargained. "Ummhh jeeeperwooggleeee ooosthiunnuuu!! mmmmaaamolgersss! Seeee those aren't words! I'm nnnmmh plenttyyy teaseeddd you can make me cum honestttttt ghhhaaaa okmhhyghhh I'm mmmmmhh you gottaaaa let me gogoohoooo I unngghghghghhh!!!"

The Guy flashed his fingers indicating eight tanks, his mouth agape in smiling satisfaction. K nodded enthusiastically and stretched out her arms, flexing her fingers and wiggling freely. The Guy started oiling up once more as they waited for him to finish whimpering down the edge and regain enough strength to drain it right back out again.

Alex growled as he tried to refuse the next round of teases, shaking his head furiously while begging at the same time. "Nnnhhh nnnnnmmmhhh!! GRRR! Pleehehasee don't leave me offf againnnn unnhhghhhh I'll never get hard for you againnn!! You get notthing goood day sir ... andand ma'am!" Unshaken, the nails began wriggling over his pinkened tummy and the flexing slippery skilled hands returned to his deflating penis, patiently waiting for the rebound and crumbling of his resistance. "No tiickles please not the nailssssss not the wiggles I can't take aaaaaatttttttt! the anticipashhhhhhiioooonn!"

"Ohhhh sweetheart how about we just leave you edged and go back to that cute tummy hmmmm?" she offered wriggling her nails. That motion, the threat and her words and nearness alone crumbled his defiance once again. Alex screamed out at her words, knowing he was about to be edged off as my tummy bounced wildly.

"Didn't you hear? He's not getting hard for us again." The Guy chuckled, his hands rolling Alex's repeatedly teased prince back and forth, idly playing with it until the inevitable reaction happened again.

"Oh yeah that's right. No hardness sweetheart? Not at alllll?" She leaned over his face her words trilling softly as she began skittering her nails casually over his belly and poking earnestly into his twitchy navel. And as she chased his laughing reactions in the bellybutton, her other hand wriggled through the air up to his ear and began taunting right beside it, letting him feel the breeze and hear the occasional click and tap of her nails hitting one another. So overwhelming were her tickles that his own hands began mimicking her motions, wiggling in the air.

He was screaming giggles, furiously bouncing, and rock hard in The Guy's hands within moments. He stroked a finger across Alex's foreskin, teasing that hyper sensitive circle which would chance a climax in a lesser skilled hand but instead kept their captive right at the very tip of the edge, indeed unable to form words as he yelped and mewled and squeaked for the heavens. K was keen to tickle mercilessly at this point, digging into his underarms and skittering up his ribs and grasping his belly to catch every increasingly silent giggle.

9:09, the clock ticked closer to the end. "We're all full up. It's all cake from here forward" The Guy skipped out from the back room, dramatically twirling and darting down to watch Alex's prince part quiver and tremble, his belly rapidly rising and falling and flexing and releasing.

"Aww poooor babeh~" K murmured, flexing her fingers and tracing his eyebrows to get tiny squeaks going. Though deep into the fuzzies, they worked in tandem with their cooing taunts and knowing touches to kickstart Alex back into an energetic fight. The Guy grasped his royal jewels slowly, his other hand's index finger ever so gently wiggling under the deathspot under the tip to wake Alex's rod up.

Alex dreamily shook his head like a kid being woken up too early. "Nnghhh!! nooo moreee neverrrr nottt nothingggg! hate youuu!!"

They chuckled. "Hims soo sassy. Hims don't wanna get hard for us again. But hims gonna." The Guy's tone cut through Alex's haze and raised his fury once more. K was right there to take advantage.

She moved so she could put her lips right to his ear, moving his hair aside and ruffling it playfully. "Unnnh. Nice soft touches. Nice gentle tiiiiickles right on your rod. Mmhmm. You want it. You know you want it. You love this. Yes you do. Yesss you do." Her nails began wriggling warming up once more across his chest. Alex shook his head rapidly, his body quivered as he summoned all he could to fight them off. He already lose summarily but wanted to at least deny their victory lap.

And yet once again, he was sold out. Alex's prince part responded to her whispers and sensual little moaning sounds. "Mmmh. So nice and tickly huh? Tickatickatickatickatickatickaticka" she started repeating as her nails grazed over his belly with the occasional fakeouts. "Tickatickatickatickatickaticka cooochiecooochiecoochiecoochiecooochiecoooochie" And that was it, his prince part was hotwired into hardness again, swelling up with The Guy following all along the way teasing that hot spot under the tip and tracing the base before seizing it with a squeeze to make Alex howl out a massive moan.

"Not such a tough guy now, are ya"

Alex rolled over, he was able to roll over. His body was a field of pink and strain. Through it all, his princely part still tingled and gently throbbed wantingly. He could feel the sparkle of her lips on his cheek. She had been planting a kiss right before things went dark. The clock on the wall was at 00:00. The light of day through the back door's entrance was long gone.

Oh hey. I'm back. What the everloving fuck was that? Alex sighed and looked around. He wanted to run out, leave and never come back. But also... the sensation was ricocheting over his body. They left him in a wanting state, one that he couldn't shake or deny. His hands drifted over the spots which tingled wildly. Recollection flashed in his eyes and his prince part started reacting. I can take care of this. It's bad but I have to. I need it.

Alex's hands drifted down and grasped his royal part, releasing a whimper as he finally had some relief. Nothing but pleasure, and soon nothing but release. At least, until Alex shrieked out in a scream, feeling his arms snatched away from his body. The clock clicked and buzzed as the numbers rolled wildly and reset back to an hour.

A prerecorded message from a familiar voice spoke. "Welcome to the after hours Selection tough guy. You were ever so eager to agree to this~"

He struggled madly in the loose bonds trying to get at his wanting royal part again, but was held back and made to tingle on the edge once more. "Fuuuuckkk!! Not agaiiiinn!! Let me let meeeee gooo!"

The machinery beeped and released his wrists. "Go on. Be naughty. You know you wanna." Alex furiously reached down and shamelessly touched himself before the machine beeped and snatched him again. And with a hum, feathered rollers began descending from the ceiling to start trailing his body with tickly teasy touches~

Alex glanced to the side as he whimpered out. 58:49.

[hsangel64]

part 3 of bandmates !

pairings: ellie williams x fem!reader

summary: something happens to you at a party which pushes ellie to do something crazy

warnings: sexual harassment, some guy being an ass, violence, kissing, cussing

part 1 and part 2

a/n: this series is coming together already i love it a lot i hope you all do too ! sorry this took so long to come out with but i just finished my semester and all my finals so i’m free now !! i’ll be on vacation this next week but just means i’ll have more time to come out with more content i have lots of ideas !

“ellie i do not want to go to a party tonight we have a gig tomorrow.” you whined and threw your head onto her lap.

“please please come with me i’ll be alone dina and jesse are on a date.” she whined as she played with your hair.

“ellie i wanted to just stay in tonight and practice for tomorrow. we have so much to do.”

“we will only be there for a little bit and you don’t have to drink!” she moved her face down to look at you and you both were face to face. she was really close and you were really fuckin nervous. you could feel her breathe lightly on your forehead. there was a moment of silence before i finally agreed.

“UGH fine. but you’re buying me coffee first thing in the morning.” you grumbled and sat up from her lap.

“of course babe.” your breathe hitched a little at the nickname not expecting her to call you that but tried to relax once you turned to face her.

“i hate you.”

“oh shut up you love me.” you looked at her and cracked a small smile. she had a smirk on her face and that infuriated you at how much she can make you flustered.

“well before the party for you want to go get food and then go ?” she had moved closer to you so you were just staring at each other. you followed her eyes and she kept looking down at your lips. the tension was insanely unbearable and you just wanted to kiss ellie that’s all you’ve ever wanted to do.

“yeah that sounds good where’d you have in mind?”

“i think thai food today.”

“you know me so well.”

“i know.” she smirked and tapped my leg. “okay ! let’s go then!” she got up and grabbed your hands to pull you up off the couch. you guys got your things and headed to your favorite thai place. you guys went here a lot to the point the owner, jenny, loves you two.

“ahhh my favorite customers !” she greeted you two and took you to your usual table.

“usual for you guys today?” you both nodded and said thank you. while you two waited for the food you talked and talked and talked. you two could talk about just about anything and everything. you two would just pay attention to each other not worrying about anything else. what you didn’t realize was the jenny was talking with her husband while they watched you two.

“do you remember when we were that oblivious?” she turned to her husband and he chuckles.

“of course i do, they’ll figure it out sooner or later.”

“oh i know! we figured it out eventually and now we’ve been married for 45 years now.” he gave her a kiss on the forehead and she was back to serving her favorite customers.

you guys finished your food and we’re on your way to this party. you were absolutely dreading it.

…

you guys made it to the party and ellie led you to the kitchen. you just stood there next to her while she made herself a drink. you rolled your eyes realizing you’ll probably have to take care of her tonight.

“here drink this.”

“els no you said i didn’t need to drink tonight.” you groaned and pushed the drink away.

“please just one for me?” she pleaded and you really couldn’t resist.

“ugh fine i hate you.”

“you fuckin love me.” she whispered in your ear and pulled me to the couch. you both sat down and just watched around like you two always did. just making fun of frat boys, talking about who’s cheating on who, just about anything you two see.

“hey i’m gonna go find some water this is making me thirsty!” you yelled to ellie over the music and she nodded and told you to be careful. you made your way into the kitchen and checked the fridge and saw some bottled waters, you grabbed two and then started to make your way back to the couch when you were pulled around by some guy.

“hey beautiful what are you up to?” he slurred clearly drunk.

“leaving thanks.” you rolled your eyes and tried to move past him but he had other plans. he blocked you from leaving the kitchen.

“what the fuck.”

“don’t leave so soon baby come on.” he got really close to your face you could smell the alcohol. you were getting annoyed and just wanted to leave the kitchen.

“can you back the fuck up.” you backed up and he followed backing you into the counter leaving you no space to move.

“baby don’t be shy…” he then rubbed his finger on your cheek and you swatted it away getting more and more uncomfortable from this interaction.

“get the fuck off of me asshole.” you started to raise your voice more so more people can hear the commotion.

“just let me-“ he was cut off by someone pulling him away. you gasp not expecting the sudden movement. you see ellie was the one who pulled him and had him on the ground. punching into his face continuously.

“don’t you fuckin touch her you asshole!!” you didn’t know what to do, slightly cheering ellie on and silently thanking her.

“she’s mine you hear me? mine!” you blush at her words and realize she’s going to beat him to death. you rush over and try your best to interfere and pull ellie back.

“els it’s okay please!” you tell to her and she instantly turns to you and drops the guy bombarding you with questions.

“are you okay? did he do anything to you? do you need anything? i can-“

“els im okay i promise.” she pulls you in for a hug and a kiss on the forehead.

“you fuckin bitch.” you both turn and hear him barely blurt those words out as he’s starting to cry because of the pain.

“what a fuckin idiot.” ellie scoffs and pulls you away from him. she leads you out the house and into her car.

“hey thank you for that i really appreciated that a lot.” you smile at her and she smiles back.

“of course i would do anything for you, i’m sorry you had to see it though. just when i saw him that close to you trying ti touch you i freaked out and just thought of the first thing to do.” she grabbed your hand and started to rub it with her thumb.

“i know els it’s okay let’s get home so we can clean you up.” you looked down at her hands that are already brushing with dried up blood. you asked for her keys and drove back to campus.

…

you and ellie walked up to your guys room and you went straight to grab her some clothes so she can shower.

“i’m gonna clean up your wounds and then you can shower.” she nodded and took her hoodie off and walked to the bathroom. you grabbed her clothes and made your way over to her in the bathroom. she was looking at herself in the bathroom mirror at the small cuts on her face from the two small punches the guy got in.

you walked in and lent her a small smile and looked under the sink for your first aid kit. once you found it you started to work on her face first.

“it’ll burn a little just warning you.” she hissed when you touched a cut on her face and you pulled back.

“sorry- are you okay?”

“uh yeah yeah i’m fine promise” you nodded and got to work again being able to clean the majority of her face. you looked down for a second until you heard ellie cut the silence.

“you’re so damn pretty.”

“w-what?” you shot your head up and saw her look at you with a slightly shocked face.

“you-you heard that?”

“yes i did-“ you giggled at her eyes almost nearly bulging out of her face.

“oh my god….im so sorry i mean it’s not that you aren’t pretty because you are i just didn’t mean to say that god im an idiot-“ you shushed her and giggled at her banter.

“it’s okay i promise els…oh and thank you.” you looked down and blushed. there was silence between you guys for a little until ellie placed her hand under your chin to move you to look at her. your breathe caught in your throat as you two stared at each other for a second until she started to move closer.

you felt frozen unable to do anything not knowing what to do. you realize she’s going in to kiss you, all your nerves go away and you lean in with her. she puts both of her hands on your face and pulls you in to hurry the process. your lips meet and it’s so cliche but you feel your whole body heat up and you swear you see fireworks. your heart is pumping so fast you don’t know how to react. you move your hands to hold onto ellie’s wrists and push yourself closer to her.

the kiss is passionate and fast, you guys have been wanting to kiss each other for god knows how long and it’s finally happening. it’s just so perfect. you both pull away and stare at each other. you both giggle at how silly this might be.

“i’ve liked you for a really long time bee.” you groaned and heard ellie laugh.

“not the nickname, you know how embarrassing that was.”

“what you getting stung by a bee and having a fat ass lip for a couple of days?” she threw her head back as you pushed her lightly. she pulled your arm back towards her body and you looked up at her. she couldn’t take it you looked so good looking up at her.

“i’ve liked you for a long time too els.”

…

a/n: i want to start a taglist if anyone wants to join !! just comment you do !

@gold-dustwomxn

[mermaidgirl30]

Wip Wednesday!

Thank you for the tag @milla-frenchy 🩷

I’ve been working on a little Daddy’s Best Friend, Mr. Miller and Dark Shades of Innocence Lost this week. Making progress.

1. Dbf! Joel

Just when you almost get lost in your fantasies in your mind, Joel pulls you right back out. “I’ll race ya to the beach,” he smirks as he pulls open the back sliding door that leads to a winding staircase down to the beach.

“Bet I can beat you,” you giggle as you push him in the shoulder and race past him, barreling down the sturdy steps as you hear him laughing uncontrollably behind you.

“Cheater,” he laughs with a gravelly tone, “pushed right past me.”

You turn your face his way and stick your tongue out playfully. “Come catch me, slow poke,” you giggle. That just makes him sprint faster toward you.

You take off in the warm sand, your heart beating wildly inside your chest as you run toward the blue crashing waves of the ocean. You turn your head back around quickly and scream when you see him right on your heels.

“C’mere, pretty girl,” he chuckles. One more step and he’s picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder while you squeak and try to escape.

“Joel, put me down!” you laugh, using every bit of strength in you to break free of his hold, but it’s no use. He’s got you in a tight embrace.

“Ain’t puttin’ ya down jus’ yet, baby. Nah, gonna jus’ take ya for a little dip in the water.”

2. Dark Shades of Innocence Lost

Suddenly, your phone lights up as it buzzes in your lap. You unlock the screen, and your eyes light up like a Christmas tree when you see Joel’s name scrolled across the screen. You giggle like a little school girl who’s about to get a handful of candy when you read his text.

Joel: Passed by the library today on my way to work. Made me think of you. Almost stopped in, but figured you’d already be off. Maybe I should’ve tried my luck. Might’ve got to see those beautiful eyes of yours in the sunlight. See ya Saturday, angel. ;)

You can’t stop smiling, your cheeks feel like they’re stretched to their limit as you curl your toes underneath you and squeeze your fingers around the delicate blanket. Joel sure knows how to make your heart flutter uncontrollably.

“What are you beaming about, hmm? Is it Mr. Club Owner?” Taylor laughs from the other side of the couch.

“Let’s see.” Brianna snatches your phone from your clutch, and you try to dive for it, but she holds it up to where you can’t reach.

“Bri, give it!”

“Oh, I was right. It is him! And holy shit is he obsessed with you. Look at how cute this text is, Taylor!” Brianna tosses it to Taylor, and she catches it with ease as she scrolls through your numerous texts with Joel.

Taylor practically loses it as she chokes on a sip of wine. “He called you beautiful! He can’t wait to see you again? And Christ, you guys have been texting a lot. Fuck me!”

You lean forward and grab the phone from her prying fingers and set it down underneath your fuzzy blanket. “Okay, guys. You had your fun. Happy?” you ask annoyed, rolling your eyes as you try to hide the flush of crimson that’s bright on your cheeks.

“Umm yeah, babe! He is totally into you!” Brianna squeaks as she tosses a piece of buttered popcorn your way. You dodge it and shake your head at her while she sets down her fizzy drink on the edge of the polished coffee table.

“You think so?” you giggle, biting your lower lip.

NP tags! @aurorawritestoescape @joelsdagger @alltheirdamn @vivian-pascal @lotusbxtch

@mountainsandmayhem @joelsgreys @burntheedges @sawymredfox @yxtkiwiyxt @604to647

[willalove75]

New Girl on the Pitch Ch. 1

Pairing: Rebecca Welton x f!reader

Summary: Your friend Keeley brings you in as the team's social media manager, Rebecca is impressed, in more ways than one.

Words: 2,689

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI

Tags: flirty, fluff, slow burn

Notes: This is my first fanfic so please be nice. I’m anticipating for this to be multiple chapters so bare with me while it kicks into gear. I'm open to any and all suggestions or comments!

You think to yourself that you would enjoy walking through Richmond, such a pretty, quaint town, if it wasn't so bitter cold. Today the cold isn't what's on your mind, your friend Keeley asked you to stop by and give her a hand with the teams social media now that she's helping with their PR. The wind whips at the hem of your jacket as you make your way to AFC Richmond, nervous for your first day, unsure of what you're about to walk into.

You don't know much about soccer, growing up in the US you were mostly exposed to football when your dad and uncles got together to watch their favorite teams play; other than that, you were never a raging sports fan. You've heard of the new AFC Richmond coach, Ted Lasso though, and you relax a little knowing you won't be the only American there.

Around the bend you see the big double doors at the entrance of the stadium and a friendly, familiar face. Keeley is standing there, waving and calling you over.

"y/n!! You made it! Oh I'm so excited you're gonna love this, follow me!"

She grabs your arm and pulls you into the building, guiding you through the halls. You try to take in as much of your surroundings as you can whilst being dragged along.

"Woah wait slow down Keeley!" as you pull back from her grasp "I want to see all of this"

You walk up to the trophy cases, looking at decades of hard work stuck behind a thin sheet of glass.

"wow, they must be really good, look at all of these trophies"

"they've played like shit the last few seasons" Keeley says matter-of-factly.

You're a bit surprised that she knows that since you've never pegged her to be a sports fan, but then remember she's dating the teams star player, Jamie Tartt.

"Jamie's been bitching about how poorly they've played and how he's the best thing that's ever happened to Richmond"

You roll your eyes "of course he did" as you side-eye your friend. You don't know why she wastes her time on someone like Jamie, an immature, entitled jock.

"Come on we have to go!"

Keeley grabs your arm and pulls you through the halls once more.

“Where are we going?!”

“To meet everyone!”

“Who’s everyone?!”

"So there's Coach Lasso, he’s the one from the US too! There’s Coach Beard-"

"Coach Beard? Is his name Beard or does he have a really cool beard so that's what everyone calls him?"

Keeley slows her pace down, a look of uncertainty comes across her face

"I mean he does have a beard, but I don't know if that's actually his name or not"

You both laugh and keep moving

"Then there's Nate, he's the kitman"

"The what man?"

"The kitman, he gives the boys their water bottles, sets out the cones during training, cleans up the locker room"

"So a glorified waterboy?"

"pretty much, next there's Higgins, he's the director of communications and Rebecca's assistant"

"Who's Rebec-"

Keeley cuts you off with a sharp stop in front of an office door and knocks as she walks in

"Rebecca, this is y/n! The one I told you about that's gonna help out with social media!"

Keeley pulls you into the office, your eyes dart around the room, landing on a desk in the middle. You look up and your eyes are met by beautiful pair of piercing green eyes, you feel like your breath was stolen from you for a moment. Keeley is talking but you don't hear her, you're too distracted by the woman in front of you.

Her blond hair, plump lips, gorgeous yet intense green eyes, this woman is beautiful. She slams her laptop shut and you snap out of it, you look over at Keeley who's still introducing you.

"y/n this is Rebecca! She's the owner of AFC Richmond"

You freeze and your eyes dart between your friend and Rebecca while your thoughts rush through your brain. You could kill her for not giving you a heads up.

"Oh wow, uh, hi, my name is y/n" you blurt out. Between the shock of just bursting into the owners office and the shock of how beautiful this woman is, you can barely talk.

She stands up from her chair and you're taken back by how tall she is. You look her up and down, taking note of her immaculate curves, her huge chest, her toned arms that would give Michelle Obama a run for her money. She looks like a beautiful, blond Amazonian woman. She towers over you, you have to bend you neck just to maintain eye contact.

"Yes, I assume your name hasn't changed since Keeley introduced you two seconds ago" she says and reaches out her hand. You can't tell if she's joking or not, but you can immediately tell that this woman doesn't fuck around. She doesn’t seem to take to Keeley’s bubbly personality like most people. You’ve always witnessed people softening up and relaxing a little while around Keeley, but not Rebecca.

As she leans in you get a whiff of her perfume, a gorgeous, light yet bold scent that smells like something only a woman of maturity would wear, it’s almost intoxicating. You sheepishly reach out your hand and meet hers. You're again shocked, this time at how firm Rebecca’s handshake is, you also take note on how soft her skin is. Her hand warms yours, since they’re still cold from being outside.

"Sorry if my hands are cold" you say as you pull your hand away and rub your hands together, trying to warm them up. The warmth from her hand keeps yours warm for an extra second and you feel a lingering comfort.

You stand there awkwardly for a second and look over at Keeley hoping she would break the sudden awkward silence.

Rebecca goes to speak when you hear another knock at the door. You turn around to see who you can only assume is Coach Lasso, with a small pink box in his hand.

“Good mornin’ boss! It’s Biscuits with the Boss time!” He says cheerfully, almost too cheerfully for this early in the morning. “Well who’s this here?” As he stops in his tracks in front of you.

Keeley excitedly says “Ted, this is y/n, she’s going to be helping me out with the teams social media!”

“It’s great to meet you y/n! We can use all the help we can get, I know nothin’ ‘bout the Facespace and tweeter or whatever it is you kids use now a days.”

He sticks his hand out and you go to shake his hand.

“It’s an honor to meet you coach Lasso-”

“WAIT you’re American?!” He seems almost too excited “Well wouldya look at that, if we start addin’ too many more Americans to the team these people are gonna think we’re tryin’ to take this country over, ain’t that right boss? And please, call me Ted.”

You chuckle at his joke “sounds good, it’s great to meet you Ted.”

The tension you felt earlier begins to subside as you shake his hand, you’re surprised at how comforting it feels to be around someone from the US, you feel like it’s been forever since you’ve been home.

“Well boss I got your favorite!” Ted says walking towards the desk.

You turn around and notice Rebecca’s eyes dart quickly towards Ted, “was she looking at me?” You think to yourself.

Ted hands her the box and she smiles back at him. You’re a little surprised given how unemotional she seemed a few seconds ago, but you can’t help but smile a little while looking at her. You’ve never seen someone’s smile light up the room like that, you begin to wonder how it’s possible for someone to look so flawless.

Rebecca seems to forget you and Keeley are in the room, she opens the box with an anticipation and excitement you were not expecting, it almost seems uncharacteristic for her; and picks up a biscuit and brings it to her lips. “I wish I was that biscuit” you think to yourself, then realize that that’s probably one of the craziest and dumbest things you’ve ever thought.

“Oh fuck me” Rebecca moans “Ted please tell me where you get these from, I must know”

Your body tingles at the sound of her moan, you feel yourself starting to get wet as a pulse shoots through your body down into your core. Now you really wish you were that biscuit.

“Well I’ve told you once boss, if I told you that we wouldn’t be able to have Biscuits with the Boss every morning!”

Rebecca seems irritated by his response as any lasting signs of anticipation and excitement she had just seconds before vanishes. Ted either doesn’t realize it, or doesn’t care. Either way, if she looked at you like that, you’d want to crawl under a rock and hide.

She glances over at you and Keeley and immediately put the box down, adjusts her posture and fixes her shirt collar. You think you see a flash of embarrassment cross her face, as if she forgot you both were there for a moment.

“Of course.” She says flatly. “Very well then, Ted I’m very busy this morning so I must get back to work.”

“Of course ya are! I’ll get outta your hair then.” Ted turns to leave and stops in front of you. “It was great to meet ya y/n, Keeley why don’t ya bring her down into our office later for a little meet and greet, what’d ya think about that?”

“That was going to be our next stop!” Keeley says excitedly

“Well great, see ya both soon then!” Ted says as he walks away

You turn back around and notice Rebecca had been looking straight at you while your back was turned to her, there’s no doubt this time. Her eyes quickly meet yours and you see the corner of her mouth curve into a slight smirk. You feel your cheeks get red and you look away. Usually you can read people really well, but for some reason, you cannot for the life of you figure out Rebecca.

“Well like I said I’m very busy and must get back to work” Rebecca sits back down in her chair, crossing one of her toned, long legs over the other.

“Come on let me finish giving you the tour! We’ll see you later Rebecca!” Keeley spins on her heels and turns to leave.

“It was nice meeting you” you say to Rebecca

“You as well. Welcome to AFC, y/n” she gives you a smirk and reopens her laptop turning her attention to the screen, as if you had already left the room.

Your heart skips a beat when you hear her say your name. You spin around and follow Keeley, lost in your own thoughts as Keeley talks about AFC. You try to pay attention but your thoughts are swirling. “She had to be checking me out, right?” “What was that smirk? Is she into me?” “How could someone like her even notice someone like me?” “She’s the fucking owner!! There’s no way she was checking me out”

As your thoughts continue to spiral Keeley stops and snaps her fingers in your face to get your attention

“Hello? Is anyone home? Have you even been listening to me?!”

“What? No of course I was listening?”

“Okay then what was the last thing I said?”

You panic a little, you definitely were not paying attention, but as soon as you confirm that, Keeley is going to haunt you about what you were thinking of and you can not tell her about the thoughts you just had about the owner! Your new boss!

“Uh, ‘okay, what was the last thing I said?’” You quickly reply

“Oh you’re a cheeky bitch aren’t ya? Where did you just go?!”

“I, uh, nowhere, I was just a little overwhelmed back there, that’s all. I had no idea she was gonna be the owner! A heads up would have been nice” as you playfully nudge her.

“Oh Rebecca is great!! As soon as I decided to not be afraid of her we’ve gotten along so well”

“What do you mean you decided to not be afraid of her?” You’re as equally surprised as you are confused at what Keeley said, since she isn’t often intimidated by others; but you also understand because Rebecca is as intimidating as she is beautiful.

“She’s fucking terrifying! But I decided to not be scared of her and it’s been great! She even showed me a photo a paparazzi took of her sunbathing naked”

Another pulse shoots straight down, she showed Keeley a naked picture of herself?! Who is this woman?!

“That woman���s tits are incredible! And they’re real! Can you believe that?!”

A third pulse shoots down, you feel your panties getting more wet by the minute

“What??” You try to mask the tone of surprise with confusion

“Oh come on don’t tell me you didn’t look at her tits! I mean they take up half of her chest it’s hard not to look at them”

“Uh, I mean, yeah I guess” you stutter. Keeley raises an eyebrow at you, she knows you usually aren’t lost for words like this. "I don't know dude she was fucking terrifying and she only spoke like five words!"

"Oh yeah she's absolutely terrifying,"

Phew, good save you think to yourself

"but once you get past that I think she's great! I mean, I haven't gotten too far past it just yet, but I like her!"

"If you say so! Come on show me the rest of this place!"

You divert the conversation to something else while two of you walk off towards the locker room and the coaches offices. If you two keeps talking about Rebecca, Keeley is gonna know something is up. "Well this was certainly not how I expected my first day to go, no less the first hour of my first day" you think to yourself.

You can't help but think of Rebecca for the rest of the day, both a little terrified but secretly hoping you'd see her again. You meet the team and everyone else. All of the players are really nice, except for Roy, you're convinced he only communicates in "fucks" and grunts. Sam was so sweet and then there was Jamie, who you've met before, and you still don't like him.

The day finishes just as quickly as it had started, you and Keeley walk out and see Rebecca opening the backseat door to her car. "Damn, she has a driver? She must be rich, rich" you think to yourself.

"Bye Rebecca!" Keeley shouts. Rebecca gives a half wave and climbs into the car. You make eye contact with her as she gets into the car, you're able to keep your eyes on hers without looking away this time and you swear she gives you a smirk as she closes the door. The tinted windows of the car made it hard to see, but you could almost swear that she was watching you as her driver pulled away.

Jamie walks over and puts his arm around Keeley "Come on babes, I need a foot rub" you roll your eyes at him and turn to Keeley

"Thanks for everything Keels, I had a great first day"

You two give each other a quick hug and part ways. You make your way back to your flat, not even noticing that it's colder out than it was this morning. Rebecca has been on your mind all day, tonight probably won't be much different. After a quick shower and some dinner, you crawl into bed but can't fall asleep. Your thoughts are swirling, you're not sure if you're just imagining things since you've been single for a few months now, or if Rebecca was really checking you out. You set your alarm for tomorrow and roll over hoping you'll doze off at a reasonable hour.

~ Chapter 2 will be posted soon! ~

[awordsmith]

Secrets and Liars

Chapter Three

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One Year Ago

"Hey, mind if I use your laptop?" Ali hopped on my bed.

"For what?" I walk around the room, picking up leftover clothes from our earlier fashion show.

"I just have a burning question, and I need to know this answer." She grinned and tilted her head, that little twinkle of mischief she always had in her eyes ever present.

I shrug, "Sure whatever, hey I'm gonna go to the bathroom real quick, can we pick this up when I get back?"

"Yeah," she nods, watching me head out the door, "of course."

I came back a few minutes later to her spinning in my desk chair, "You know what's funny?" She sighed, a content smile floating on her face and she tilted it back to look up at me.

"What?" I had raised an eyebrow as I moved to sit criss-cross on the edge of my bed, in front of her.

"Even when you delete things, they're never completely gone."

My heart dropped in that moment. She couldn't know. There's no way she could have known. But she did know, and she had already sent the proof to herself.

"You know, I didn't think you had it in you," she hummed, "Kitty Kat."

I narrowed my eyes at the nickname. Jason called me it endearingly, but coming from Alison's lips, it always sounded like a mockery, something made to knock me down a peg.

"What are you talking–"

"Oh, don't act dumb," she half scoffed, half-laughed, "honestly, I'm kind of proud. To think, all this time I thought you were the most innocent out of the girls," She made a face and shrugged, "Well, you were competing with Hannah, eh."

"Please don't tell anyone," I pleaded, eyes watering.

She stood up then, walked over to me, and wiped my tears, "Oh, don't cry sweety," she'd pouted, "I'm not going to say anything. We're friends, we share secrets; we keep secrets." She'd said something similar to that the night of her disappearance. I remember because my heart had dropped. I'd thought she was going to tell the other girls what I'd done.

"You're really not going to say anything?"

She had scoffed again, "Why should I?" Was her only response, "Now let's clean these clothes up before your mom has a cow..." she'd winced, "too soon?"

Present Time

"Hey," Spencer calls, "you going home?"

"Sorry, I'm not."

"That's fine," she nods, "but...do you think I could come with you. I don't really feel like being home right now either."

I let out a breath, "Fine, but only if you promise to be quiet."

"Promise," she salutes, jumping in the car, "so where are we going?"

I glance at her and she nods, tight-lipped, "Right shutting up now."

I almost laugh, Alison would have, she would also have a snarky quip leaving her mouth the second it popped into her brain. We burn rubber with the windows down until we hit Brookhaven.

"Have you ever been here?"

Spencer shakes her head, pressing her lips together again, "can't say I have."

I nod, "Me neither." But Ali did, and I don't know why I don't say that part out loud, but I choose to keep it to myself. I don't know what I'm doing here, don't know why I even let Spencer come along, but we're here so, "wanna walk around?"

"Why not?" I park near a playground, and kids run back and forth between us, we watch them for a while, then take to walking on the sidewalk.

"It's warm today," she hums, kicking a rock in front of her.

"Yep," I reply, blocking my head from the son, "let's go in here," I turn into a bookstore.

"It's cozy," she smiles.

"It's empty," I frown, running a hand along a shelf of books, "where's the owner?"

"Maybe they're not open?"

"Maybe they should have locked their doors." I slide behind the desk, running my hand over the computer's keyboard. A light flicks on, asking for a password.

"Katherine!" Spencer shrieks, "What are you doing?" She turns her head, making sure we're really alone."

"Nothing," I frown, what would an old librarian keep as a password? Ugh, whatever, I give up.

I turn and bounce behind the desk again, next to Spencer, "what were you doing?"

I stare at her, "I told you, nothing."

"That didn't look like nothing."

"I was bored," I shrug, "what were you looking at?"

She eyes me for a little longer, then shakes her head, finally dropping the topic, "Nothing, just the log."

I run a hand down it, finding nothing of use. "Come on, it's getting late we should head back."

"Yeah, it's almost 7:00," she says, checking her watch.

"You got a new watch," I tilt my head, eyeing it.

"Yep," she pops the p, "it was a gift."

"Right," I say, "Happy late birthday... Sorry..."

"It's fine," she throws me a small smile, "Happy late birthday to you too.."

We head back to the car, making minimal small talk. I think I know now why I let Spencer come along.

When we get in the car, I start it but leave it in the park for a little. "Katherine?" She frowns, "what's wrong? Why aren't we moving?"

I sigh, resting my head on the steering wheel, "Spencer, I need to tell you something." I pull out the note from my pocket, but I don't hand it to her. No one can know–can even suspect it was me who posted those pictures.

But I don't need to, she knows, of course she does. She's Spencer. "You got a message too?"

"From A?" I ask, a slight smile digging its way onto my face.

"Do you think it's her?" She leans forward, all serious.

I snort, "honestly?" I turn my head, forward again, "there isn't anyone else I can think of. She mentioned something only she would know."

Spencer seems to take this into consideration. "So–what? She's messing with us?"

I shake my head, "I don't know, it's Ali we're talking about. All she ever did was mess around. Remember that Halloween?" Since she disappeared, everything that year seems to be referred to as "that" thing. Even if they weren't there, everyone seems to still know what I'm talking about. It doesn't even feel weird anymore.

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I make a right, turning down mine and Spencer's street. The flashing blue and red lights startled us, we had music blasting and the windows up so we couldn't hear anything.

Now though, the music is lowered completely. We look at each other in silence. I pull into my driveway and we both step out. "Hey look," Spencer says, "there's Aria, we should go ask her what's going on."

"You go," I nod, wrapping my arms around myself as a shiver goes down my spine. There are cops and reporters and on-lookers/bystanders, nosy neighbors. I hate it.

It feels like that night.

Reluctantly, I walk toward Spencer and Aria. I don't have to say anything, my face says it all, "she doesn't know," Spencer shakes her head, "Emily's over there in the front."

"I heard they took Hannah into the station today," Aria offers.

Spencer's eyes widen, worry overcomes her, "you don't think she'd ever talk about–"

"–The Jenna Thing?" Hannah spawns beside me, keeping her eyes on the scene in front of us, "We made a promise."

"That's what keeps us close," I repeat her words. Then shiver again, it's almost like she's still here...

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Chapter Five

Hello again, thank you for reading, I promise Jason is coming! It's just a matter of time!