#and today i plan on wearing tight black dress with my knee high boots which is arguably the least exciting fit but the body. the body does

[ashmp3]

ive been going out but as you all know i have also been feeling shitty so i didnt post my fits and now i feel a bit better and i am torn if i should post old pics or my ootd (ootn i didnt put it on) ah what difficult question you might say you might roll your eyes too... and it really isnt i just dont wanna bore you with my pictures damn cant a girl be considerate...

[lovetorn]

soccer game [roommate!dream au]

pairing: dream x f!reader

summary: roommate!dream watches your college soccer game

w/c: 1.3k+

a/n: turning this into a mini blurb series maybe? if people want it? lmk guys!! enjoy this :)

roommate!dream masterlist

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“Is he here?” Your best friend, Niki, asks. You shake your head, looking at the bleachers, unable to spot your 6’3” roommate, Dream.

“He probably won’t even come. I only mentioned it last night and I heard Sapnap telling him they had plans with the team today, so I don’t know,” You say, tightening the laces of your soccer boots. You ignore the looks Niki gives you.

Your coach clears his throat and after he catches the attention of the rest of the team, he begins.

“Ok, this is our biggest game of the season. We have to win,” He says and there are multiple cheers from your teammates in reply.

He reads out the team list and soon enough, the referee is blowing his whistle. You stand from your spot in the team circle and shield your eyes from the sun to try and search the crowd for Dream. With no luck, you sigh and run onto the field to take your position.

You look over your team, clad in black and white, and then over to the other team who are in red. The first half goes by fairly quickly, despite it being 45 minutes long. The score is 9-7 to the other team and your teammates are starting to get annoyed by their dirty plays.

As you run off the field, you hear someone call your name. You turn to the right and see Dream, dressed in a white hoodie, black jeans, and socks and slides. You roll your eyes at his choice of footwear and grab your water bottle before you jog over to him. Breathing heavily, you stop in front of him.

“You came!” You exclaim, smiling brightly at him, ignoring the way your chest warms at the sight of Dream wearing your team’s colours. Dream nods, his hair falling in his eyes. You almost reach up and brush it to the side but he beats you to it.

“I did! The plans with the team fell through and there was nothing to do so, here I am,” He smiles. The idea that you were a second option makes your stomach flip, but he’s here. You smile up at him, your hand moving to rest on your forehead to block out the setting winter sun.

“Well, thanks for coming—I know it’s not as exciting as your team,” You take a sip of your water bottle. “But at least you actually came”

“And you’re actually pretty alright at soccer,” Dream teases, flicking your forehead. You scrunch up your nose and slap his hand away.

“Yeah, thanks.” You joke, swinging your arm that holds your bottle, back and forth.

Dream laughs. “No! I didn’t mean it sarcastically—I knew you were good at this but—ugh.” His head lands in his palms and you squint at him. The tips of his ears are red and when he pulls his face away, his cheeks are tinted pink. You choose not to comment.

“I got it, Dream,” You laugh, taking a few steps backwards. “Listen, I gotta go...” You throw your thumb over your shoulder.

“Yes! Sorry. See you after the game?” He asks as you turn around, giving him a thumbs-up behind you. Your gaze drops to your boots as you return to your team who are all standing, ready for the whistle.

“Whose that?” A girl in your team asks, pointing at Dream’s retreating figure. You turn to look back at him, your eyes following his broad shoulders.

“My roommate.”

“Is he single?” She giggles.

You nearly choke, but scoff and laugh it off. “Very.” You don’t miss the way she shares a look with another girl and the pair start giggling together.

You brush off the odd feeling in your chest and glance over your shoulder until you find the blonde again. He sits in the middle of the bleachers, his hands on his knees and his gaze on you. Your eyes widen and you face your team again. You suddenly feel self-conscious in your uniform and start noticing all the areas that are slightly too tight. Pulling at your shorts, you place your water bottle back with your bag and rejoin the team before the referee blows his whistle indicating the second half.

You exhale slowly, ready for the next 45 minutes of intense gameplay. Taking your position on the field, your eyes fall in the direction of Dream. You nearly miss the sound of the starting whistle and the other team kicking off.

Sprinting up the field, you take the ball off of a blonde girl in red and dribble it towards the goal. You pass it across the middle and Niki kicks it at the goal. Although, the goalie is too quick and stops it before it can hit the back of the net. You groan and look at the sky.

You jog backwards to watch the goalie kick the ball into the air and feel a pair of eyes on you and immediately become hyper-aware of them. Dream’s gaze is distracting—but nonetheless, you run up the field, again, and call for the ball before kicking it into the net. This time, the goal lands and the referee blows his whistle to mark a goal. Your eyes widen and you throw your arms in the air, laughing. Your teammates run towards you, giving you high-fives and side hugs, before moving back into their starting positions.

You stop yourself from glancing at Dream, but you’re too excited. Your eyes meet his and you notice his bright smile. He gives you a thumbs up and you roll your eyes playfully, grinning back at him. The vibrancy of green eyes watching your every move keeps you on your toes.

The game continues like this for a while—your team scoring goal after goal and only letting in 2 from the other team. The game rolls to a close and you’re exhausted. Your coach subbed you off in the middle of the half and then put you back on with 10 minutes left—which is when you scored your second goal of the game. The adrenaline that coursed through your veins is wearing off now and the full extent of your tiredness is hitting you.

The whistle is blown to signal the end of the game and then you’re cheering again. 14-11 to your team.

After celebrating with your team, most of the crowd had dispersed from the bleachers and the other team left. You grab your bag and water bottle from its spot on the ground next to the bench and laugh at something Niki says.

You hear your name, deep and loud, and lift your head to see Dream, again. You bid Niki goodbye and make your way towards the blonde.

“Why are you still here?” You laugh, falling into step beside him. You notice he's walking towards the car park.

Dream digs around in his pocket before he replies. “Need a lift home?” He smiles, dangling his keys next to his head.

You giggle and nod, shoving him lightly. "I would love one." His hoodie under your fingertips is worn, and the intention behind him wearing it causes your heart to race slightly.

“Did you like the game? I know it drags on forever and it’s boring at times but—”

Dream mumbles your name. “I really enjoyed it, it was fun,” He then says, his face dusted pink. “And you were really good.”

You almost don’t hear the last part, but as soon as you catch it, you feel your cheeks heat up. “Oh, uh, thanks, Dream.”

The silence that hangs in the air is comfortable, but an underlying vehemence leaves your head buzzing and your skin on fire.

"Maybe I'm your lucky charm," He grins cheekily, his voice back to usual with a hint of cockiness. "Since you only scored goals when I was there."

You roll your eyes. "Shut up."

[fandomficsnstuff]

Little Dragon - Part 8

Summary: You were a child slave of Meereen, when one day a silver haired woman sets you free. Though your master isn’t too keen on letting you go, and Daenerys took personal action to see you freed and taken care of.

High Valyrian is in cursive

You were listening intently to the conversations going on in the war room, so many faces that you wanted to remember, their names, their houses, their history, but for now you settled on staying silent and listening, “are you really sure we can discuss this around her?” your head snapped towards the accented voice, seeing a beautiful woman with olive skin, black hair and dark brown eyes, and you wanted to look to your mother for help, but decided that you couldn’t use her as a pillar forever “(Y/N) Targaryen, Lady…?” you couldn’t help your tone, you were not a little girl wearing a collar around her neck anymore, jumping at the slightest of sounds. You were still timid and childish with Daenerys and Missandei, because you knew you could afford it, but you didn’t know these people, they were allies of your mother, but you didn’t know them.

“Ellaria” she sounded tense as she responded, she probably hadn't known you were the daughter of Daenerys, but you merely nodded “well, Lady Ellaria, I would prefer that if you are done questioning who your Queen trusts, perhaps we could get back to planning the war we are currently in” you heard a short laugh, your eyes glancing to none other than Olenna Tyrell, the Queen of Thorns, and the only living Tyrell left. “Are you sure you did not birthe her? She has the spirit of a dragon that one” Daenerys did everything to not smirk proudly at Olenna’s comment, and even Ellaria looked a bit surprised at your response “now… I agree that a foreign army would send the wrong signal, but an army from Westeros, it would show that we are not here to raid and pillage, the Dothraki will not do so unless their Khaleesi orders and my mother never will, the Unsullied are obedient and loyal, so they won’t either, but we need Westeros with us, and showing that their own houses are turning on Cercei is a good way to win quickly and without a lot of losses, on either side”, you studied the map as you spoke, unaware of the impressed looks everyone gave you, Tyrion being the first to speak up “well… I agree” you glanced at him and sent him a quick smile, one of the few smiles you had offered him, but you didn’t really know him either, so it was justified that you didn’t treat him, or Varys, as warmly as the rest of your mother’s allies.

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You stood impatiently besides Daenerys in the throne room, and Daenerys couldn’t help the amused glance she shared with Missandei “alright go, but change before you do!” you barely even heard the rest of her sentence, you were already off, heading towards your room. In record breaking time you changed from your formal dress to a special outfit you had made for you. You had been riding Rhaegal much more frequently, and today were the day of the arrival of Jon Snow, King in the North, and you had promised to stay for his arrival and then ride Rhaegal after, but you couldn’t help fidgeting, and were more than happy that Daenerys excused you. You put on your leather trousers, securing them with a harness that was connected to them, ensuring that they didn’t fall down, not even an inch, you had a tunic under your harness, pulling a shortened cloak over your shoulders and tying it to the harness, making sure the knots were tight, the cloak was warm but light, it reached just below your hips, but kept you warm. Next you threw on a pair of gloves made from cloth on the inside and leather on the outside, and then your boots, they were high, they almost reached your knees, and you pulled the laces tight, so they wouldn’t fall off during the flight.

Your room had an open balcony, just like Daenerys’, and you approached the edge, grinning widely as you waited. You couldn’t help the excited giggle you let out as you heard him roar as he came closer, and in a leap of faith you jumped off of the balcony, you let out a little huff as you landed on scales, and a few moments later you got a good grip, holding onto Rhaegal as you flew away from the castle, going high up and then soaring, admiring the landscape below, seeing a ship you presumed belonged to Jon Snow, you flew towards Drogon and Viseryon who were flying on the other side of the island. You could still just about watch Tyrion greet Jon Snow, and saw them making their way towards the entrance.

A wicked smile grazed your lips as you got an idea, and somehow Drogon, Viserion and Rhaegal knew what your plan was, Rhaegal let out an ear shattering roar as you held on tightly, flying towards Tyrion and the two men he were leading up the long stone staircase. You leaned forward as you flew closer to the ground, Rhaegal barely managing to not hit the small people below, something that made you laugh loudly and you couldn’t help but cheer, Tyrion seeing you on Rhaegal as you waved at him, and you could see him shake his head, but you also knew of the smile he tried to hide, he was probably telling Jon that he himself wasn’t used to the presence of the dragons.

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You heaved heavily as you ran into the throne room, your hair wild from the wind, your chest rising dramatically as you tried to catch your breath, standing besides Daenerys who did her very best to not smirk at you proudly, instead she tried to look as regal as ever, waiting patiently for this, Jon Snow, to arrive.

Rhaegal had barely managed to throw you off on the open balcony you jumped out of earlier, you almost bumped into a few tables on your way to the throne room, a fact that made you smile amused before trying to hide it. “Well, at least you made it back in time” her words could be mistaken as scolding, but you knew her better, and you couldn’t help the breathless giggle you let out “think I scared an inch or so off of Lord Tyrion” Daenerys let out a short, although quiet, laugh at your comment, shooting you a very poor attempt of a scolding gaze before looking back towards the large doors at the end of the throne room, making you straighten your back, your smile faltering and your hands placed in front of yourself, as you always did when you had attended any court meeting.

You watched the two strangers as Missandei went down the list of titles that your Queen had acquired along the way, something you took great pride in, she was your mother after all.

“And this is (Y/N) Targaryen, daughter of Queen Daenerys Stormborn, princess of the Seven Kingdoms and heir to the throne” Missandei finally ended, and the two men looked at you confused, giving you the impression that they didn’t know that much about your mother, and therefore you, they had probably only heard rumours, lies or other falsehoods, and therefore didn’t know of your existence, which was probably not a bad thing. You had heard of how the usurper King Robert Baratheon had sent assassins to kill Daenerys, even while she was pregnant, so who says they wouldn’t have been sent after you, back then nothing more than a little girl, had the usurper's children heard of your existence, and Daenerys’ love for you. You were snapped out of your day dream as Daenerys got up, approaching Jon Snow and his adviser, and first now you tuned in on their conversation, a small frown resting on your brows, hearing her words, but you couldn’t deny the pride it gave you, despite hearing all that she had suffered, “I was born at Dragonstone. Not that I can remember it. We fled before Robert's assassins could find us. Robert was your father's best friend, no? I wonder if your father knew his best friend sent assassins to murder a baby girl in her crib. Not that it matters now, of course. I spent my life in foreign lands. So many men have tried to kill me, I don't remember all their names. I have been sold like a broodmare. I've been chained and betrayed, raped and defiled. Do you know what kept me standing, through all those years in exile? Faith. Not in any god, not in myths and legends. In myself. In Daenerys Targaryen. The world hadn't seen a dragon in centuries, until my children were born. The Dothraki hadn't crossed the sea, any sea. They did for me. I was born to rule the Seven Kingdoms, and I will, and so will my daughter.” Her gaze turned to you for a brief moment and you smiled proudly, one she proudly returned before turning back to Jon Snow.

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You frowned as you watched your mother study the map in silence, you wanted to say something, you really did, but what could you say? The Iron Fleet was gone, Yara and Ellaria had been taken prisoner and Jon Snow refused to bend the knee and instead only wants to hack away at some mysterious stone somewhere in a cave on the island, claiming that an army of undead people and giants are the true enemy.

You couldn’t help the sigh that escaped your lips, you being the only one to actually make a sound in the entire map room “maybe…” you dared a glance at your mother, not that you feared her, but more that you knew of the thin ice you were balancing on “maybe you should just let him mine this… ‘dragonglass’... it means nothing to you after all” Daenerys looked to you slowly, and for a second everyone in the room were praying to whoever and whatever that you hadn’t crossed a line, but when you received no response, you continued, “you didn’t know it was there, no one did… there are two options here, either he’s right, in which it doesn’t hurt you or your army or your dragons to comply, or he’s mad, and it won’t hurt you, your army or your dragons either. There’s no outcome here where anything bad is an outcome, you complying will also show that yes, you are to be feared, but you are also complying and reasonable, and allowing one man, one person to mine something of no value is a sign that you are with the people of Westeros” there was another second of silence, but eventually Daenerys smiled at you, walked over to you and placed a gentle hand on your cheek, looking at you with a proud look in her eyes before walking off.

“Where is she going?” Tyrion looked at you baffled and confused, but you simply shrugged “to allow Jon Snow to mine the Dragonglass” you leaned over the map table, studying the different areas, looking at the different highlighted places, such as King’s Landing, Winterfell, all the places you’ve only ever read about, you couldn't wait to see them for real.

[thatesqcrush]

Voire Dire, Pt. 2

Rafael Barba x Reader. Warnings: heavy kissing/touching, some language. WC: 4,072. Episode References: 19x13 & 22x04.

A certified workaholic, Rafael had little to no time for any kind of romantic relationships. His last one, with Yelina, years prior, ended badly. It was during that relationship he had expressed deep feelings and she rebuked him, using him as a stepping stone to his former friend, Alex Muñoz. That was not to say he was celibate; he had needs - desires; and he bid his time with men and women who also exhibited similar interests. They warmed the bed, but never the heart. It was just easier to focus on work - work required no emotion.

Rafael found his mind wandering as the cab took him home. He was drawn to you the moment he stepped through the 8th floor doors where all the junior ADAs were working. He recalled when he sat in a similar room, in Brooklyn, before he made his way up the ladder. Things were so much easier then, even if he didn't recognize it at the time. The world was an old movie: all black and white and it was high noon. He was Gary Cooper and absolutely sure absolutely who were the good guys, who were the bad guys.

The kiss replayed in his mind like an endless looping device. You had bright, lush lips that he was pretty sure were designed to drive anyone of any orientation mad. When you had kissed him, it certainly took him by surprise - a wonderful surprise. He allowed himself to relish in the taste of your kiss - the invitation you gave when you moaned and opened your mouth more, so he could slide his tongue into your mouth. 

For the briefest of moments, he ignored the rational part of his brain. All cares were thrown into the wind. And then his moral compass, which was spinning and spinning and spinning, came to a sudden stop as it dawned on him that you had been drinking.

The kiss - was an impulse born out of your drunken stupor. He hadn’t missed however, the look of disappointment on your face when he broke the kiss and stated he should not have done that.

When he finally made it back to his apartment, he found himself unable to wind down. The mind of the prosecutor now turned defense lawyer, was racing with a million thoughts at once. Despite the busyness of his mind, there was one thing that he was sure of. 

Kissing you was tantalizing. And he wanted to do it again.

He changed into burgundy sweatpants and his old ratted Harvard shirt and poured himself a night cap. He was certain your email was like his when he was there: first name (dot) last name (at) manhattanda (dot) org. Ever the perfectionist, he opened his email and looked up the D.A. 's office's website. Sure enough, there was your contact information (and he was right about your email). 

The plan seemed simple enough: first, apologize once more for doing anything without your explicit consent; second: ask for a do-over but he didn’t want you to feel any kind of pressure. Nor did he expect you to acquiesce - and that if he did indeed overreach, it was noted and he would keep things completely professional. 

He hovered over the send button for longer than he would have anticipated. Finishing his drink, he took a deep breath and hit send. And then went to bed feeling antsy - like a child the night before their birthday.

**

The sun shone brightly the next morning, filtering through the partially open shades. Rafael groaned as he stretched, with his back and shoulders making a cracking sound as the bubbles burst in the synovial fluid around his joints. It was simultaneously satisfying and a reminder of his age.

The coffee maker beeped, signaling it was done brewing. Rafael made way to the bathroom to take care of his morning ablutions. He helped himself to coffee and then sat back in bed to read the paper on his iPad and get caught up on the latest happenings while he was asleep.

For a moment, he forgot about his email to you. He opened his inbox, mentally gearing himself for an email from you rebuking him, or worse, no response at all.

His normally steel stomach flipped when he saw there was an email.

Rafael, you have nothing to apologize for. I would love a do-over. Name the place/time, and I’ll meet you. My phone # is 718-371-5952. -Y/N

Rafael looked at the timestamp on the reply. You were up early. He scratched his beard and wondered if it was too early to text. 

‘It’s too early to text Rafael, coño.’ He chastised himself. ‘Es muy temprano; después. Ya no eres un hombre joven; necesitas relajarte.

**

You were distracted at work. You couldn’t focus one bit. You tried to immerse yourself with work, but you were anxious. You kept checking your phone to see if Rafael had texted you. Groaning, you took your phone and threw it into your drawer. You opened a new browser window when Marjorie strolled in. She had black oversized glasses and a hoodie. In her hands were two coffee cups and a brown paper bag. 

You were relieved when you saw her - talking with her would help keep your anxieties at bay. 

You stood and turned the corner of your desk and hopped on Marjorie’s desk.

“Morning!” You replied cheerfully. 

Marjorie groaned. “Why are you so loud? Why is it so bright in here?” You reached for a coffee and she protested, reaching for it. You held it back, smirking.

“Someone had a bit much I suppose? Woke up full of regret for poor life choices?”

Marjorie took off her sunglasses. “Yes.” She hissed. “You had a lot to drink too; why are you so chipper? Did you get laid or something?”

You paused and it was a long enough of a pause for her to jump all over it. “Oh my fuck, who? Spill. Carisi?”

You barked out a laugh before taking a sip of the piping hot coffee. “No. God knows I love him, but not like that.” You narrowed your eyes and leaned down to whisper, scanning the office.

“Um - what are you doing? We’re the only ones here working today.” Marjorie cocked her brow in response. 

“This place leaks like a sieve, Marj - you know that.” You warned. “Can’t be too careful.” 

Marjorie sighed and put on her sunglasses once more. “Sorry, it’s too bright. Still too drunk.”

You shook your head. “Um. It was Barba.”

“You fucked Barba!” Marjorie shrieked loudly. 

“Would you lower your voice?” You replied sternly. “No. I did not sleep with him. But we did kiss. And he sorta asked me out.”

“Holy crap on a cracker.” Marjorie replied, astounded by the news. She opened the other coffee and pushed the brown paper bag towards you. “Bear claws. So how was it? Is he as silver tongued as he is in the courtroom?”

Your cheeks burned as you replayed the kiss in your mind - how his tongue followed yours, deepening the kiss. It was full of enthusiasm and how he pulled you against him, his body solid and warm. If you tried hard enough, you could still taste the mix of scotch and coffee that was his kiss. “He was very… ” You trailed off slowly, trying to search for the right word. “... passionate. Yes, very passionate. Knows what he’s doing.”

Marjorie tipped her coffee at you. “Well then.”

**

When Rafael did eventually text you, he suggested a restaurant in the NoLiTa section of Manhattan. He insisted on meeting you at your place, as to him, it was the proper thing to do. You declined, insisting that a boomerang trip was uneccessary and that you’d meet him at the location. From the sidewalk on East Houston Street, under a grimy red awning that appeared to belong to a fading pizza parlor, Emilio’s Ballato didn’t look like much.

Rafael waited outside for you, rubbing his gloved hands together and when you crossed the street, he smiled. He had planned the whole night to a tee and it was going to be perfect. Rafael would settle for nothing less. 

You kissed each other on the cheek and then took his hand. On the walls were framed album covers and snapshots of various stars, from stalwarts like David Bowie and Billy Joel to the titans of film, like Frank Sinatra and Martin Scorsese. 

“Mr. Barba!” A voice cried out. You looked and the voice belonged to a hulking minotaur of a man who was sitting like a wary sentry at the first table. He was armed with a cup of espresso that looked like a thimble in the paws of a giant.

“Emilio!” Rafael greeted in return. The two men broke into Italian and you cocked your brow. You had no idea what they were saying and when ‘Emilio’ looked past Rafael and to you, you waved with a small smile.

“Come this way. I have a table in the back - more private.” Emilio replied in a thick Italian accent. “Welcome to my restaurant. We will make sure you’re taken care of.”

A waiter came by to take your coats and winter wear. As you shimmied off your coat, Rafael found his mouth suddenly go dry. You wore a blue velvet wrap dress with long sleeves and v-neckline. Black tights and black knee high boots rounded out the look. 

“You look stunning.” Rafael complimented as he handed his camel peacoat over.

You felt your cheeks burn and you were grateful for the dimmed recessed lighting. Rafael looked equally as handsome in charcoal slacks and a white button down fitted with a navy suit jacket. 

“Thank you counselor, likewise.” You replied. Rafael was ever the gentleman, helping you to your seat first before taking his place across from you. Soft jazz music played, but not so loudly as to be interruptive to conversation. The two of you were just settling in when Rafael’s phone rang loudly. Rafael reached for his phone, looked at the caller and sent the call to voicemail.

Rafael apologized for the interruption and you waved your hand, while shaking your head. “No worries.”

Another waiter came by, with a bottle of red wine, compliments of the house. 

“So what “in” do you have in this place?” You asked as you took a sip of the wine. 

“Emilio - back in the day when I was an A.D.A, had a family member who was assaulted. I was the prosecutor on the case. I put away a violent sociopath and rapist for a very long time. Emilio told me I was always welcome to the restaurant. I - I never really had anyone to bring here.” Rafael replied.

“Until now.” You finished, chewing on a sesame breadstick. 

“Until you.” Rafael clarified, causing your heart to flutter. 

Over dinner, you got to know each other better. You discussed how you ended up on the lawyer track and how you were study buddies with Carisi and Marjorie. 

He shared his fascination with The Waves by Virginia Woolf and The Count of Monte Cristo. Rafael went into passionate detail for the French literary classic by Dumas, recounting "This is the first book I remember my father giving me to read. It was my favorite book growing up. It's an easy read. I was a boy in middle school. I fell in love with the world and the drama of it. What’s your favorite novel?”

Again, Rafael’s phone rang, interrupting. Rafael let out a quiet swear as he reached for his phone. “I swear, I put it on vibrate.”

“Someone’s mighty popular.” You gave him a wink as you reached for your glass of wine.

Rafael blinked and let out a deep exhalation. “So you were going to tell me about your favorite novel.”

Rafael reached for your hand across the table and you were about to grasp it, when the waiter arrived to serve dinner. You jumped back slightly as the food was placed before you. Rafael had pasta with mussels, while you had pasta cacio e pepe. 

Picking up your fork, you nodded. “Love in the Time of Cholera. Florentino Ariza suffers from lovesickness as one would suffer from cholera, enduring both physical and emotional pains as he longs for Fermina Daza.” 

Rafael cocked his brow. “For my taste, there are too many long passages of exposition with Garcia Marquez explaining what the characters are going through. But as easy as the story is to follow, and as seductive as it is, it never gives away what is really going on.”

You scoffed. “So I suppose you don’t believe love conquers all?”

Rafael gave you a coy smile. “In the end we’re all passing through.” You laughed and it was music to his ears. 

More wine was had and conversation flowed easily. Emilio insisted that you both stay for dessert. At some point, your chair shifted and you were sitting right next to Rafael as you split vanilla panna cotta. Rafael’s eyes shifted from your eyes to your lips as you licked the spoon clean. You put the spoon down and could feel the sexual tension rising. As soon as you reached for him, you accidentally knocked over your glass of red wine, and it spilled in the direction of Rafael, all over his white shirt.

“Oh fuck, I am so sorry.” You apologized profusely as you frantically dabbed at his shirt with the cloth napkin. 

“It’s okay; it’s just clothing.” Rafael replied as he too blotted the stain.

“It’s not.” You disagreed. “Here I am, trying to make a good impression, ya know, be all charming and sexy for you - the Rafael Barba - and instead I am a klutz. Ugh, that is going to set if we don’t take care of it.”

“Did you say sexy?” Rafael questioned, a smile dancing on his lips. 

You opened your mouth to reply when Rafael’s phone rang again interrupting your thoughts. Rafael threw the napkin on the table, letting out an irritated sigh. When he saw the name, he held up a finger. “Let me just answer this.”

“Liv, what is-- yes now is not a good time.” Rafael hissed into the phone. “Tomorrow. That’s all I got. Okay. Okay. Talk then.”

Rafael tossed his phone onto the table and threw his head back, rubbing his hands over his face.” When he sat up, he noticed the bemused look on your face. You reached up and began dabbing his shirt once more. 

“It’s really not a big deal.” Rafael replied softly. He grabbed your wrists gently, pausing your movements. His hands were warm and they circled your wrists easily. 

You allowed yourself to relax in his grasp and crinkled your nose. “It really is going to set. We should go and clean it. Otherwise it’s ruined. And this shirt is nice; it’d be a shame for it to get tossed.”

“At this hour? And where?” Rafael replied incredulously as he signaled the waiter for the check.

“We… could go to your place.” You suggested softly. “I am pretty good with stains. Just need some salt, boiling water, and white vinegar.”

Stunned silence followed - it was brief, but it felt like an eternity when he spoke again. “Sure.”

**

It didn’t take long to get to Rafael’s. “I am so sorry again.” You apologized as you stepped off the elevator.

“Accidents happen.” Rafael replied as he led you down the hall to his apartment. If anyone had told you that you would be on a date with Rafael Barba, you would have laughed in their face and asked them for some of the good stuff that they were smoking. But here you, in front of a rather ordinary door marked 6C. Once inside, Rafael turned on the light and you took in the apartment before you. It was freakishly spotless and you wondered if you had entered a living ad for Architectural Digest. The apartment was sleek and modern but carried a warm ambiance. Colorful artwork hung off the walls and there was a built in walled library filled with all sorts of legal texts and what appeared to be vinyls. His apartment smelled like a mixture of leather and tobacco and books plus whatever cologne he had donned. 

“I’ll go get changed.” Rafael replied. “The kitchen is over that way and there is vinegar and salt in the cupboards. You nodded and made way, rummaging through his kitchen. His cupboards were as meticulous as his apartment and you smiled at the things that you found as you searched for the items you needed to clean the stain, like a box of peanut butter cap ‘n’ crunch.

You found the salt and vinegar when Rafael came back with his ruined clothes. He had changed into another undershirt and a pair of dark jeans. You felt the air get sucked out of his chest at the sight of him so casual. A tuft of chest hair poked out of the v-neckline and a gold chain glinted in the light. You took the clothes and spread them out on his kitchen counter and set to work. 

“Want anything to drink?” Rafael asked. 

“Water would be nice.” You managed to squeak out before you tackled the stains. Rafael watched you as you methodically worked out the stains. Your brows were furrowed in concentration and he found you adorable.

Rafael placed a small glass of water by you and then walked over to his music collection before choosing a record to play. The all too familiar instrumental notes of one of your favorite songs began to play. 

“Is that--?” You paused, looking at him curiously.

“Vitamin String Quartet.” Rafael expanded. “Lana del Rey.”

“Never had you pegged as a Lana del Rey fan.” You murmured continuing to work on the stain. 

“Plato said that music is moral law. It gives soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and charm and gaiety to life and to everything.” Rafael stated. “I have a very eclectic taste in music and if you go through my collection, you’ll find everything from Biggie to Celia Cruz to Lana del Rey to Prince - and everything else in between.”

“Impressive.” You replied. 

“And what would you have me pegged as?” Rafael prodded. He had also poured himself a glass of water. 

You stopped and looked up at him. You were overwhelmed by how handsome he is. Eyes that were biscay green and a strong aquiline nose. His hair, now bordering on more silver, than salt and pepper, made your hands twitch, as if your muscles instinctively wanted to run through it. You licked your lips and sucked in your bottom lip. You didn’t miss how his eyes darkened. 

“You’re the infamous Rafael Barba. Boy wonder. Taking on cases that everyone ducks with your big, brass…” Rafael’s eyebrow cocks and you smirk as you finish, “ego.”

“And baby killer.” Rafael interjected. His tone was acidic.

You flinched. “You’re not a baby killer.”

Rafael cocked his head. “Aren’t I?”

“Depends on the jury.” You replied, walking over to him, crossing your arms, which only served to push up your tits more. “But really, I don’t think of you like that. I know there is more to a person than just that one thing.”

“Not according to the court of public opinion.” Rafael managed to croak as his eyes drifted to your chest. “There is a reason I have kept a low profile all this time.”

You closed the gap between you and him and pressed your palms against his chest. He was solid and warm. You could feel his pectoral muscles twitch. A spark shot through your body, settling between your legs.

Rafael’s hands settled on your hips. The velvet of your dress was softer than he imagined and he could picture the dress pooling down at your feet. Part of him wished that the date had gone better. It did not go as well as he had planned.

“I’m sorry for tonight.” Rafael murmured as he wrapped his arms loosely around your hips. “This was not what I had planned for us at all.”

“I’m not.” You replied, looking up at him. You now wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing even closer against him. “I don’t need fancy dinners. I am just happy to spend time with you. I really had a good time. I am sorry about the shirt, but it seems all fine now.”

Rafael searched your eyes. The tension in the room shifted. Your heart began to pound and your breathing became more shallow. 

“I… the stain… it’s lifted.” You whispered shakily. Rafael lowered his eyes to your lips and recalled how good it felt to kiss them. He wanted to do it again. So he did. You didn’t hold back, moaning as his mouth crashed against yours. He pressed his mouth against yours with more force, crushing them. He took the opportunity to trace his tongue against the seam of your lips, seeking entrance to your mouth.  You acquiesced his request by parting your lips, and he deepened the kiss by sliding his tongue into your mouth. You responded in turn by pulling his bottom lip, sucking and nipping. His chest rumbled. Rafael lifted you up, his hands going to your thighs, encouraging you to wrap your feet around his hips. 

Rafael carried you to the couch, walking backwards until he felt the couch and threw himself down, bringing you with him. You let out a squeak but that turned into another moan as his lips found purchase along your neck and he took the opportunity to suck a bruising mark into your skin. 

Your nipples were hard like diamonds and the strip of material that dared call itself underwear was ruined. Rafael’s hands slid down your back to your ass and he gave each cheek a squeeze. 

You rolled your hips, feeling how hard he was beneath you and then slid your hands under his shirt and through his chest hair, confirming how solid he was. You raked your nails down his chest and Rafael let out a groan of a man who had been denied too long. “Oh Rafael.” You breathed into his ear as you pressed kisses upwards along his neck to his cheek and then to his earlobe where you sucked and flicked your tongue against the thin flesh.

“Keep that up and I’ll…” Rafael groaned. His hands move to the front of your dress squeezing. You pulled away reluctantly and looked into his eyes, which were blown with lust.

“So soon old man?” You winked. “We’re just getting started.”

“I am not that old.” Rafael retorted. 

“Even if you were - which you’re not, it wouldn’t stop me.” You replied before ducking down to kiss him once more. You rolled your hips again, grinding harder against him. You took his hands and placed them on your breasts, sighing as he squeezed them. His fingers moved to play with your nipples and when he gave them a firm but gentle pinch, you couldn't help but shudder. You were melting under his touch.

You were just about to tell him to take you to bed so you could ride him into next week, when your phone began to sound. 

“I should get that.” You replied, giving him an apologetic look. 

You climbed off and Rafael let out another groan, his eyes laser focused on your ass as you walked away. “Mierda.”

“It’s SVU. They need me to come down.” You replied as you checked your phone. 

Rafael let out a deep sigh. “Do you want me to come down with you?”

You shook your head. “It’s fine.”

“It’s late Y/N, let me at least walk you over to the precinct. It’s a few blocks away.”

“Okay.” You relented. 

The walk over was quick. You got to the steps of the precinct and looked up at the door and then at him. “Raincheck?”

Rafael nodded. “Raincheck.” He pressed a soft kiss to your lips and then you bounded up the stairs, turning to give him a quick wave. Rafael watched you until you were gone. He dropped his head as he began to trek back home.

‘What a fucking disaster.’ He thought miserably. He looked at his hands before he shoved them in his pockets. ‘I guess it's just us for tonight.’

TBC.

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smut prompts  9, 10, 16, & 23

ao3 request: The reader is Jason’s lover and is very quiet and a bit timid, but at night, she is cold and collected to focus on her vigilante work. She and Jason only made love once and she wants to do it again, but she thinks she’ll be boring bc she doesn’t have much experience unlike Jason. Batgirl offers advice, which involves seducing and making Jason mad. For the next few days, S/O has pretended not to notice her tempting Jason, sitting on his lap, teasingly touching his crotch or other parts, usually leaving early for work or other chores, all increasing Jason’s temptation. Finally, one night, they had to investigate some illegal work in a night club, and Batgirl dresses S/O in the most tight dress that shows her curves and other things to attract her. In the end, S/O got the evidence and the illegal business was arrested, but that night, Jason couldn’t handle it anymore.

prompts:

9: “1, 2, I’m going to fuck you.”

10: “The cuffs stay on, until I say otherwise.”

16: “I want to be the only one you feel.”

23: “Stop talking and put it in your mouth already.”

smut prompts are from here

warnings: smut → use of handcuffs, daddy kink, rough sex lol, dirty talk, pet names, throat fucking  // fem!reader // mentions of violence / injury. // not proof read either lmao

word count: 2.9k

Kinktober has finished, so the prompts are no longer in use, but thanks so much for participating!!

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From the moment Jason met you, he knew you were special. Although you were quiet and a bit withdrawn, you were dedicated to your work and knew what it took. It almost amazed him how you could be so timid at home or around him and the rest of the crew, yet be practically another person while working. Your job as a vigilante often required you to take down illegal drug rings and other like-businesses, and you knew just how dangerous it can be. 

The relationship between you and Jason new over time, and conjured up into something special. Though you were still quite quiet as relationships were still a new thing for you, Jason didn’t mind either way; in his words, “I’ll love you no matter how quiet or loud you are.” The lack of sex, however, gets you worried sometimes. Despite only having sex with him once, you still can feel he wants more. Jason doesn’t really like to communicate the wants in his life; he’s very much a person to let things happen when it’s time. It can come to your advantage though. You’ve never once felt pressured to do anything you don’t want to, nor feel like you have to do something just to please him. He’s patient. He’s kind. He’s everything you need. 

Nonetheless, you still feel like you have to bring more to the table. Dialling Batgirl’s number, you asked her for advice. Batgirl, being your oldest friend in this industry, obviously knew of your relationship with Jason. You and him decided to keep everything lowkey — more for the bad guys than anyone else. Knowing Jason will be out later today to find out more information about an illegal business that’s operating, you invite Batgirl over. 

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A small knock was placed on the door and a smile appears on your face as you answer it. 

“Hey, girlie!” Batgirl greets gleefully as she embraces you in a tight hug. Both of you walk over to the living room couch, where you had already placed two glasses of wine on the coffee table. 

“oh god bless, I need this,” Batgirl chuckles as she sits down with the glass in her hand. She takes a sip before repositioning herself to face you. “So, what’s up?”

“I don’t know, I just-“ you struggle to find the words, almost becoming embarrassed from having to ask advice on how to basically have sex with your boyfriend. “well, Jason and I have only had sex once and — I don’t know, I just don’t feel experienced enough to know how to do…anything.”

“So you want to know how to have sex?”

“no, well, yes, but no,” you stumble over your words causing Batgirl to chuckle sweetly at you. “I just don’t know how to start anything, you know?”

“Oh girl that’s easy. Maybe try and seduce him a little bit.” My eyes widen at her words.

Taking a bit mouthful of the wine, I ask “how do I do that?” 

“All you gotta do is tease him. Rub up on his arm, or ‘accidentally’ drop something so you can bend down and pick it up,” she advises. 

Batgirl stayed over for a little while until you got a text from Jason asking what you wanted for dinner, meaning he was close to home. You both gave each other a hug and after she left, you knew what you had to do. 

Hearing the click of the front door lock, you know Jason is home and you immediately got to work. You bend yourself over the kitchen bench away from him so your ass is gonna be the first thing he sees when he walks in. You scroll innocently through your phone and feel your heartbeat increase with each movement he took. You listen carefully as he took his boots off, leaving them at the door so they don’t track dirt throughout the apartment. 

“h-hey, gorgeous,” Jason stutters, completely caught off guard. You feel like letting out a little squeal of excited as you could tell it’s already working. 

“Oh hi,” you turn around and innocently bat your eyes at him. “how’d it go?” 

“Um,” he coughs. “yeah good, we got the name of the business. So now all we gotta do is track them down, which won’t be too hard.” 

“Oh good, I’m glad. We’ll catch them before they even know they’ve been caught,” I joke.  You both made your way to the couch and Jason took the remote, flicking through the channels on the tv. You knew you had to start somewhere, so you place your hand high on his thigh. Your hand is so close to his zipper, you almost feel like just getting down on your knees and taking him here right now. But how would he respond to that? Would he even like that? You shake your head and regain focus, trailing your eyes up to watch his face. He doesn’t seem all that bothered by it which surprises you a little bit. You know need to turn it up a notch, so you stand up and “accidentally” drop your phone. 

“oops,” you giggle as you bend over to pick it up, giving Jason a perfect view of your ass. He coughs and shuffles in his spot, coughing again as he looks down at his phone. Jason subtly watches as you walk into the kitchen and open the fridge. Your pour yourself another glass of wine and sigh as you saw nothing that you wanted to eat in the fridge. Sitting back down next to Jason on the couch, you ask if he wants take out. 

“yeah, I don’t mind. What’d you want?” He replies and opens up the Ubereats app. You ‘accidentally’ pour the tiniest bit of wine onto his pants, causing you to let out a fake gasp.

“oh my god, I’m so sorry. Here,” you reach forward and grab a tissue, dabbing it dangerously close to his crotch. Jason swallows thickly.

“oh, ah, it’s okay. I was just gonna go and change anyway,” he stutters, feeling the room become hotter by the second. And that’s when you know you’ve got him right where you needed him to be. 

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It had been a week of teasing and nothing had happened. Jason couldn’t tell if you were genuinely being innocent, or if you were trying to tempt him. Either way, you knew it was working just as you’d planned. The way his hands would ball in a fist in an attempt to control himself, or the way his breathing would become shallow every time you ‘accidentally’ brushed your hand over his crotch. It was all working.

Tonight was the night of the big bust of the underground business. Batgirl had come over while Jason was out with Tim Drake to secure traps in the club. 

“So,” she wiggles her eyebrows at me, causing my cheeks to heat up. “How’s everything with Jason?”

“Um, yeah, it’s going better than I expected. We haven’t done anything yet, but I feel like he’s really getting worked up over the teasing.”

“Well then I feel like you should wear this,” she smirks, taking out a black leather dress. It looks like it’ll be tight on you, but you accept anyway. Though Batgirl is known for being tough, she loves having a friend like you to spend time doing girly stuff with. You let her do your makeup, smokey eye of course, and you’ve never felt you’ve hotter in your life. It is honestly a confidence boost, and it makes you feel even more excited to try on the dress. The dress has bra padding inside so you didn’t need to wear a bra — how convenient. 

Coming out of the bathroom, Batgirl’s jaw drops and her eyes grow wide in either shock or lust, you couldn’t tell. 

“holy fucking shit. Jason is going to lose his goddamn mind after he sees you in that,” she gawks. You feel the heat rise in your cheeks again and sweat begin to form on your palms from nervousness. 

“I don’t know, are y-“

“oh my god shut up and look at you,” she grabs my hand and pulls me to the vanity mirror. “you’re stunning in that dress, and I’m sure Jason is gonna take you.”

“Oh my god,” you laugh and swat her arm playfully. Putting on some heels, you text Jason saying you and Batgirl were on your way to the club. 

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The strobe lights dance around the club and the music can be felt thumping through your chest. Jason looks up and notices you and batgirl already in the V.I.P zone where you’re gonna meet with the boss of the illegal business. His jaw, just like Batgirl only mere minutes ago, drops when he sees you in that stunning dress that compliments your figure so well. 

The boss enters the V.I.P lounge and you seductively stalk your way over to him, purring how you’ve been “waiting to see him.” The excitement in his eyes, and pants, humours you because you know you’re gonna bust him. You look at the asshole with bedroom eyes, and you finger curls in a ‘come here’ motion. He follows you out to a private room, where some of the crew are already waiting. 

“what’s going on here?” The Boss asks, turning to face you. 

“don’t act like you don’t know who we are,” you chuckle darkly at him, pushing him down into a chair. Jason ties the Boss up with rope while you interrogate him. 

“you’re gonna listen to me, and you’re gonna listen good. Shut your business down or-”

“How about a little game first,” the Boss snickers as he interrupts you. He leans back in the chair to admire the view of your gorgeous body. 

“oh sweetie,” you pout, hands grasping onto the sides of the chair so you can lean down over him. “I don’t play games.” 

“that’s a shame isn’t it. Would’ve been nice to fuck that gorgeous pu-“

“alright that’s enough,” Jason interrupts. Although you couldn’t see his face from under his mask, you knew he was pissed off at this Boss asshole.

“shut this business down or we’ll take out everyone you love,” Jason threatens. 

“why do I have to listen to you?” The Boss rolls his eyes. 

“Because we’re your worst nightmare,” you purr in his ear. “And baby, you don’t wanna mess with us.”

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Throughout the whole car ride, Jason was teasing you, with one hand on the wheel while the other toyed and teased your clit. Getting you so close to the edge before pulling his hand away completely. You knew your teasing would eventually build up his sexual frustration and cause him to unravel at some point, but you never thought he would tease you right back. 

The second you and Jason enter his apartment, you jump and wrap your legs around his waist, which caused your dress to hitch up to your stomach. You grind your hips up and rub your crotch against him as your hands tangle in his hair and pull at the strands of hair, making Jason groan into your neck as he plants rough kisses into it. He carries you to the bed and throws you down onto it.

“get on all fours,” he demands in a low voice. His eyes burn into you, watching as you turn your body around and stick your ass in the air for him. Jason gets out of his Red Hood suit, placing it on the chair in the corner of the room before stalking his way over to you. He wants you to beg for him. 

“now, do you think you’ve been a good girl?” He asks while kneading your ass, trying to work you to your breaking point.

“no, daddy,” you breathe out, twisting your fists in the bedsheets to release some frustration. Jason smacks your ass suddenly, causing you to yelp from the stinging sensation. 

“that’s right, princess.” He smacks his hand against your ass again. You bite your lip to stop you from moaning, and you can already tell that your ass is red and raw. 

“jason, please,” you finally plead. He spanks your ass again, a smirk forming on his face as he hears you moan. 

“that’s not my name,” his low voice causes your pussy to get even wetter. 

“i’m sorry, daddy,” you whimper. 

“I want to be the only one you feel,” he growls. “you understand?” 

Letting out a small “mhmm,” Jason chuckles. 

“now count with me.” 

smack.

“1, 2, I’m gonna fuck you,” he leans over and whispers in your ear. A shiver runs down your spine and you feel like screaming ‘finally!’. Jason stands beside the bed and instructs you to kneel in front of him, already knowing what he wants. 

“Jay, when are you gonna fuck me. I need you so bad,” you practically pine for him. 

“Stop talking and put it in your mouth already,” he demands, eyebrows furrowing in frustration. Jason grunts as you take him in your mouth. A moan is suppressed as you bob your head up and down his cock, feeling his hands grip your hair. 

“fuck, babygirl. Your mouth feels so good on my cock,” he moans, throwing his head back. J bucks his cock into your mouth, smirking slightly as you gag. He lets out a grunt when he hits the back of your throat, and you hollow your cheeks so you can take more of him. His hips thrust into your mouth faster. His hands grips your hair so tightly, you let out a whine against his cock. 

Suddenly, he pulls you off him. Instructing you to lay on the bed, you do as you’re told. You watch in curiosity as he searches through his drawers, and your eyes widen as he pulls out a pair of handcuffs. Jason takes your hands and binds them to the headboard. 

“the cuffs stay on, until I say otherwise,” Jason instructs. He sits back on his knees and watches in amusement as you squirm underneath him.

“Jason, please,” you whine. 

“In a minute, princess.” he chuckles, tracing his finger up your thigh, stopping once he reaches your wet pussy. You continue to whine and sigh in pure frustration and your clit was throbbing angrily; just wanting and waiting to be touched. Being impatient was certainly an understatement at this point. Jason’s finger flicks your clit, and you gasp at the sudden feeling. His eyes never leaving your as he moves in closer, his tongue flicking up and down at a rapid pace. You gasp and moan, wanting to reach down and grip his hair, but the handcuffs on your wrists restrain you from doing such things. Jason’s tongue circles your clit, before he sucks hard on it, pulling back the skin and watching it snap back. His finger slams into you, causing you to let out a loud moan as he pumps it in and out of you. He proceeds to add another finger, curling it upwards. Your back arched and you once again, pull on the restraints, and subtly hissing at them.

“Oh Jay… please just uncuff me! I’ll be a good girl, I promise!” You beg, pulling on the handcuffs. You continue to whine he ignores you and pound his fingers inside you and hitting your g-spot. 

“Fuck!” you moan out, clenching around his fingers.

 “Can I cum?” You whine, rolling your hips into his hand. Jason grants permission and your vision turns to white. Your body has never shook so hard in your life and you’ve certainly never cum this hard before. 

“Thank you! Thank you!” You breathe out as you calm down from your high. Jason chuckles and sucks your wetness off his fingers. Reaching over, he pulls out a condom from the bedside drawer and rolls it on. A loud moan exists the both of you as he slides himself inside you.  Jason begins rocking his hips in a slow motion before gradually increasing the speed. 

“god,” he sighs into your mouth, pulling away and drooping his head into the crook of your neck, one hand gripping the bedsheet tight, while his other hand grasped your hip. Jason sits up on his knees and brings your leg up to his shoulder, driving his cock in deeper into you. He closes his eyes and lets out small grunts from the pleasure. He made you feel so good, you couldn’t help but scream his name and arch your back. Your hand came up to the headboard, gripping it tightly as he pounded into your wet pussy, making the bed squeak with each thrust. 

“Are you gonna cum again, princess?” Jason asks, holding your hips up as he gyrates his hips. You nod quickly, throwing your head back and rolling your eyes as you close them. Your body begins shaking as your orgasm took over you once again. Jason’s hips jolt as he cums inside you, his moans muffled through his lip which was sucked in and bit by his teeth. The grip on your hips softening as he calms down from his high. Jason pulls out and disposes the condom before cuddling into you tightly. 

“you know you can just ask for sex, right?” He teases, chuckling as he strokes your hair. Your cheeks flush a shade of red and you’re lucky that it’s dark in the room.

[itsadamcole]

pre-show ritual

fem!reader x kyle o’reilly

Kyle goes to visit reader in her locker room before his match. After a little teasing, courtesy of the reader, her and Kyle have their own little pre-show ritual that doesn’t include the other UE boys ...

word count: 1.8k+

warnings: light teasing, sex in a semi-public area (dressing room), smut

— idk what made me this of this but here we go. also, kyle with his title guitar makes me smile every time so you’re welcome —

masterlist

Y/H/C = your hair color

~ 18+ content below - read at your own risk ~

You are sitting in your private dressing room, getting dressed to walk with your boyfriend, Kyle O’Reilly, to the ring for his match.

The outfit you’re planning on wearing is a little more revealing than what you’d usually wear, but not my much. Usually, you’d wear a nice t-shirt and pants or a skirt. Today, you decide to take a risk.

The top you put on is a black cami crop top that hugs your chest. You pair that with a high waisted, tight black mini skirt. Black lace panties cover your intimate area so you’re not going commando.

You wear black and white converse sneakers to complete the look. As you’re curling your long Y/H/C hair, there’s a knock on your dressing room door. “Come in,” you say in almost a sing-song voice.

The door opens and you look in the mirror that’s attached to your vanity to see who’s here. You see Kyle standing in the doorway.

Kyle’s dressed in his black and gold tights and boots. He’s wearing his usual Undisputed Era t-shirt and the NXT Tag Team Championship belt around his waist.

“Hey, beautiful,” Kyle says. “Can I come in?”

You nod and he closes the door after walking into your dressing room. He comes up behind you as you sit at your vanity. You let the final piece of hair go, finally finishing your hair.

Your boyfriend leans down and wraps his arms around your shoulders, hugging you. You giggle, “Hi, Kyle.”

Kyle presses a long kiss to your cheek and mumble, “You look stinning, Y/N. Is that a new outfit?”

You look in the mirror at Kyle and say, “Mhm. Very easily removable too.” He looks up at you in the mirror and you wink playfully at him.

“Always a tease, Y/N,” your boyfriend says, chuckling softly.

You turn around in Kyle’s arms and say, “You’ll just have to wait and see how easily removable this outfit is after your match with Austin Theory.” You lean up and press a quick kiss to his lips.

Kyle’s face heats up to form a light pink color on his cheeks as you pull away. He’s flustered, as he usually gets when you talk like this to him.

He says, “That’s quite an offer, Y/N.”

You wink at him again and say, “It’s always on the table, Kyle. You know that.”

Your boyfriend stands behind you, looking down at you. You meet his eyes and you see that they’re a little wide. His pupils are blown up, which you can easily see in the bright light. His face is red. “Always?” he asks.

Nodding, you say, “Mhm. Always.”

In this moment, just to tease him, you decide to fix your breasts in your crop top. You turn toward the mirror push them up to make them look a little bigger than they actually. The top is so tight that you don’t really need a bra.

“Kyle, baby,” you say with a wondering tone. “Does my chest look too big in this top?” You look at him in the mirror to find him staring at your breasts.

He waits a second before he nods slowly. “Yeah, but you look perfect no matter what, Y/N.”

Kyle loves to shower you with compliments. Especially when you’re in an outfit that’s revealing like this one is. He likes to make it very clear that he likes the outfit. No matter who’s around.

You smile and say, “Thank you, Kyle.”

Your boyfriend stands behind you and watches as you begin to do your makeup. His eyes watch you carefully as you do your foundation.

Kyle starts to run his fingers lightly through your hair.

“Kyle,” you giggle. “You’re gonna undo my curls.”

Your boyfriend says, “You have a lot more to worry about than me ruining your curls, baby.”

As you finish adding your foundation, you watch Kyle in the mirror as he walks to your dressing room door. You hear the door being locked and you turn in your seat.

“What are you doing?” you ask.

Kyle pulls off his title, resting it on the little couch in the middle of the room. You watch as he sheds his shirt. Your eyes widen as he walks back to you.

He says, “Let’s see how easily removable that outfit really is, shall we?”

Your boyfriend grabs your hand and stands you up, pressing you against your vanity. You stare up at Kyle as he looks you up and down.

Kyle’s fingers trace the low neck of the cami crop top you’re wearing before he slips those fingers in the waistband of your skirt.

In one movement, Kyle roughly pulls down the skirt. “Kyle!” you say, giggling. “You could’ve ripped it!”

He lifts you up and sits you on the vanity desk. Kyle stands between your legs and his fingers run up and down your thighs.

Your hands rest on Kyle’s chest and you look him up and down. “Have I ever told you how sexy you look in your gear?” you say.

Kyle says, “Shh.”

“Make me,” you say to Kyle.

A flip switches in Kyle and his lips crash to yours. You let out a soft moan as you kiss Kyle back. Your hands wander up into Kyle’s short hair.

Kyle’s fingers grip onto the bottom of your crop top and he pulls back from the kiss. He looks down and watches as he pulls off the crop top.

His eyes almost big out of his head when he sees you’re not wearing a bra. You smirk and lean back on your hands, sticking your chest out at Kyle. “Like something you see?” you tease.

Kyle nods and his lips immediately attach to your breasts. He kisses and sucks them gently. You lean your head back against the mirror and sigh softly.

Kyle’s fingers trail up your thighs to your clothed area. You gasp when he runs a finger over your panties. “Kyle, there’s no time for teasing if you want to do this,” you sigh.

He says, “Relax, baby. I can manage my time well.”

You giggle and he picks you up, holding you by your thighs as you wrap your legs around his waist. He walks over to the couch in the small room, laying you on your back on the furniture.

Kyle’s lips are on yours again, moving kind of roughly. His fingers dip into waistband of your panties and he starts to pull them off.

You start to take off his tights but before you get them completely off, Kyle moves away from you and says, “Someone’s in a hurry.” He smirks.

“It’s not my fault you’re so hot that I can’t resist you,” you say, biting your bottom lip as you look up at him.

Kyle laughs as he finishes your job of taking off his tights, leaving his boots on. You lick your lips as his erect member pops out of his tights. You reach out to take him in your hand and he lets you.

You sit up as Kyle is on his knees between your legs. You lick his tip then swirl your tongue around it before sliding him in your mouth. You move your head, sucking occasionally.

Kyle sighs and groans as you suck him. He loves when you do this. He loves your mouth around him. He has since day one.

While you have his member in your mouth, his fingers slide between your slick folds, making you moan around him.

“Baby, you keep doing that and we won’t be getting to the main event before my match,” he says.

You pull back from him, using your hand to pump him as you say, “Then fuck me already, Kyle.”

He smirks and says, “With pleasure.”

Kyle pushes you onto your back and moves so he’s hovering over you. He looks down and positions his very hard member at your entrance.

You move your hips so he slides into you with ease. You both moan softly and your hands slide into his hair.

He begins to thrust into you, shallowly and softly at first. He holds himself up by putting his hands on the arm of the couch, which is behind your head.

You lean your head up to kiss him, moaning into the kiss as Kyle begins to move faster and deeper into you.

Kyle takes one of his hands and rubs your clit as he moves. You moan louder as you are pulled closer and and closer to your pending orgasm.

You move your hips slightly and he goes deeper into you. You moan louder and Kyle’s fingers speed up as they rub your clit. Your nails dig into his back and you slide your fingers down a bit.

“Kyle,” you gasp.

His lips attach to your neck and he mumbles, “I love you.” He sucks gently, definitely leaving a mark on your skin.

You smile and sigh as he moves. He always finds a way to tell you he loves you during sex. It makes you so happy when he does. It’s like he does it all the time, almost to make sure that you know that he loves you.

You both reach your climaxes at the same time. You release around him and his comes inside of you.

Kyle lays on top of you. Both of you breathing heavily. Kyle’s face is still in your neck as you catch your breath. You wrap your arms around his neck.

“You’re so amazing. You always make me feel so good,” you praise Kyle as you leave soft kisses to the top of his head. “I’m so in love with you.”

Kyle smiles against your neck. You run your fingers through his short hair as you both lay on the couch, recovering from the round of sex you just had with Kyle.

About five minutes later, someone knocks on your dressing room door. Adam Cole calls, “Kyle! It’s match time. Come on. You’re on in five.”

That’s when the two of you finally get up to get dressed.

As you get dressed and finish your makeup quickly, Kyle says, “You’re right. That outfit is easily removable.”

You giggle and turn toward Kule. His eyes land on the mark on your neck that’s mostly covered by your hair. You say, “I’m showing everyone who I belong to.”

Kyle licks his bottom lip and smirks at you. He asks, “Can that be our pre-show ritual after I’m done with the guys?”

You giggle and nod, walking over to Kyle. You kiss him gently and say, “Of course. Is your blood sugar level okay?”

He nods and says, “It feels okay. I feel fine.”

“Alright,” you say. “Good.”

He puts his title on his waist and you leave the dressing room.

Adam, Roddy, and Bobby all stand outside the dressing room. Kyle walks up behind you, taking your hand.

“Can the two of you please remember that the walls are not that thick and we could hear you down the hallway,” Bobby says.

Your face heats up and you hide in Kyle’s chest. He laughs and wraps his arms around your shoulders. “Come on,” he says. “I have to go beat up Austin Theory.”

And beat up Austin Theory he does. In seconds.

[misskikuwrites]

Pretty in Pink (1/3)

Bede/Gloria (dressedinpinkshipping)

-

A shift of pink out of the corner of Bede's eyes made him glance towards the entrance of the Glimwood Tangle. A vivid pink that he was sure hadn't been there a moment ago. The second he looked, however, there was no one there.

Certainly not the Champion who wears that very same pink.

Bede shook his head and continued on his way to the Gym. Somehow, even here in Ballonlea, the Champion managed to worm her way into his life. Into his thoughts.

It was worse now that Bede had recognised his feelings towards Gloria. After those feelings and the realisation of what they were had hit him like a Double Edge from a Dubwool he'd been seeing her everywhere.

Posters of the new Champion that he would've usually ignored on the walls of Pokemon Centres now stood out to him like white against black. Champion merchandise popped up everywhere. The cry of a Corviknight that turned out to be a simple sky taxi always made him look twice.

And that pink. He could no longer see that colour without thinking of her, without his head turning instinctively to see who - or sometimes what - it was.

It was driving him insane.

What made it worse was the annoying habit the Champion had of just dropping in. Randomly. Without prior warning, without giving Bede any chance to prepare his heart for the way she would smile at him, the way his name sounded on her lips.

If he hadn't considered her a friend as well as a rival, he might've found her random visits utterly reprehensible. That is, if he wasn't also maddeningly in love with her.

She was the Champion, for Arceus' sake!

She always had a legitimate reason for coming. That was why Bede made a habit of not letting it get to his head. He put up with her exhibition matches, her offers to join in the Champions cup.

Well, he made it seem as though he was merely putting up with it. With her. He wasn't about to act like a lovesick fool in front of her. Wouldn't let her know how eagerly he awaited their next match. The only one who could really challenge him.

As if that was all she was to him.

No, he would do everything in his power to hide the way his heart leapt at the sight of her. The way her smile made his stomach flutter as if he'd swallowed a hoard of Butterfree. The way she said his name, so sweet and light and full of joy to see him that it made his face burn as if he'd been struck by her Cinderace's Pyro Ball.

He couldn't let her know how he felt. Not when there was a chance she had feelings for someone else. For a childhood friend that she hugged so easily, whether it was for a greeting or a goodbye. Bede's stomach churned at the thought.

He was still wearing a scowl on his face when he entered the Gym.

-

The next day, Bede saw that pink again and couldn't stop the way his head turned to follow it.

And there she was. Heading into the Glimwood Tangle with her Cinderace by her side. Bede blinked as she disappeared into the woods, his stomach flopping uncomfortably. It really was her.

Bede almost made to follow her, one foot lifting off the ground in her direction, when he caught himself. He had Gym battles to attend to.

And she hadn't come here for him.

A strange weight settled in Bede's gut with that thought. It stayed with him the rest of the day, Bede not noticing how he battled without remorse and wiped the floor of every challenger who came by.

-

He didn't see her the next morning and so Bede decided to push the sights of Gloria out of his mind and focus.

That plan went south when he saw her that evening, heading to the Pokemon Centre as he left the Gym. Even from a distance he could see the speckling of dirt on her cheeks, the stray leaves in her long brown hair. It would be so simple to go over to her, to thumb that streak of dirt off her cheek. To card his fingers through her soft hair to pick out the leaves.

Her soft hair?

A rush of heat burst through him, shooting like a thunderbolt to the tips of his fingers. Without another thought, Bede stalked away before anyone saw him staring longing at the Champion with a scorching blush on his face.

-

The next day, Bede headed to the Gym without looking towards the Glimwood Tangle. He didn't search for that striking pink. He kept his eyes forward, kept his mind clear. He didn't have the luxury of distractions. Not when he still had to prove himself as the new Fairy type Gym Leader.

Bede had changed into his uniform, prepared to meet new or repeat challengers in the lobby, when he heard the commotion outside. People were shouting. Confused. Bede turned to the entrance, ready to stalk out there and fix whatever was causing the fuss, when a Cinderace dashed through the doors. It glanced around, ears pulled back, before it set its sights on Bede.

The Cinderace cried and bolted over to Bede, hopping anxiously on its toes. It made a series of noises that made no sense to Bede or any of the onlookers.

What did make sense, what Bede knew instantly, was that this was Gloria's Cinderace.

"Is it Gloria?" Bede asked and the Cinderace nodded frantically. His heart dropped into the pits of his stomach. "Show me!"

The Cinderace bounded through the entrance and Bede followed, calling over his shoulder, "the Gym's closed today!"

He followed the Cinderace into the Glimwood Tangle, running to keep up with the speedy Pokemon. The Cinderace cleverly kicked stones into the glowing mushrooms as they ran, illuminating their path deeper into the woods. There wasn't time for Bede to think, to process what was happening. What it meant that he was following Gloria's Cinderace. Why the Pokemon looked so distraught.

What state Gloria was in.

Bede followed the Cinderace deeper and deeper into the Tangle, climbing over fallen logs, leaping over thick roots and dodging wild Pokemon. His heart raced. Pulse rocketed. Mind whirled as he powdered ahead until the Cinderace jumped down an embankment and rounded a tree.

Gloria sat slumped on the ground, leaning against the trunk of a tree, head tipped forward.

"Gloria!"

Her head shot up at his voice. Tears glistened on her cheeks, trailing muddy lines down her face. Bede's breath left his lungs. She was worse than when he saw her yesterday. Leaves, twigs and dirt caked her hair. Grime smudged across her cheeks. Her knees scabbed and bleeding, her pink dress stained in patches.

"What happened?" Bede gaped.

"B-Bede…!" Gloria sobbed and more tears spilled from her eyes. Her chest shuddered with broken gasps as she tried to speak.

"Hey, I'm here," Bede said, steadying his voice and kneeling next to her. "It's okay."

Now wasn't the time for him to freak out, not with her trembling like this. He took one of her shaking hands in his. Her fingers were like ice. She sniffled and nodded, chest heaving with every breath. Her bottom lip wobbled.

Bede had never seen her like this before. Terrified and broken. Falling to pieces in front of him. It shattered his heart. He held her hand tight, reached out with his other and touched her arm lightly. Gloria collapsed into him. Bede's breath was sucked from his lungs as her head dropped to his chest, her hand winding tight into his shirt. She howled. Cry breaking the silence, breaking Bede's heart and his willpower and he held her close, slipping his arm around her back.

He felt every shudder of her body. Every sob. Her Cinderace trilled sadly nearby and Bede rubbed her back slowly, gently, in what he hoped was a comforting gesture. He clamped his eyes shut at his own incompetence and held her close. It was all he could do.

Bede held Gloria until her wails turned to sobs and then into shaky breaths. Until her shuddering stopped and she sank limp against him. He waited until she peeled herself off his chest and sat up, her face flushed from crying, before he dropped his arm from her back.

"What happened?" Bede asked, softer this time.

Gloria sniffled and rubbed her cheeks with the back of her hand. "I… fell down there…" she pointed to a ledge not far from where she sat, the top of the mossy cliff almost two metres high. "I didn't see the drop until it was too late. Rolled down it."

Bede winced. "Do you have a first-aid kit in your bag?" He wished he'd taken more than a split second before following her Cinderace. Wished he'd thought ahead and taken something of use with him instead of just his Pokemon.

Gloria nodded and moved to shuffle the straps of her bag off her shoulders. He was still holding her hand. He released it as if she had suddenly burnt him.

"Let me," Bede said, easing Gloria's bag off her shoulders to distract himself from the heat rising on his cheeks. He placed it in front of her so she could dig out the first-aid kit, saving him from having to look through her belongings. She pulled out the small, simple red kit and handed it to Bede.

Bede opened the kit and glanced over Gloria's injuries. Her knees were raw, legs streaked in coagulated blood and dirt. She had numerous small cuts and scrapes down the bare skin of her legs, only a few of which would need a proper clean and a bandage.

"Where are you hurt? Other than the obvious." Bede pulled out a handful of tissues and her water bottle. Dampening a few tissues, he handed them to her. "Here. For your face."

"Thanks," she said quietly and began to wipe the muck from her cheeks. "I think… I might've rolled my ankle."

Bede looked to her black boots. "Which one?"

"The right."

Bede shifted her bag towards her feet. "I'm going to elevate it, alright? Then I'll need to take your boot off in order to wrap it."

He saw Gloria swallow tightly, jaw clenching. It was going to hurt. She nodded, bracing herself with a steely look in her eyes. Despite falling apart earlier, Gloria had guts. She knew what needed to be done and did it. Bede turned back to her foot, taking it gently in both hands and lifting it just enough to slide her bag underneath.

Gloria breathed a hiss of pain through her teeth.

"Sorry," Bede apologised automatically.

"N-No, it's okay." She gave him a stiff smile. "I'm the one who should be apologising, making you leave your Gym and come all the way here because of a stupid fall. I just… I didn't know who else to get, who else would recognise my Cinderace and know to follow him?"

Bede felt his cheeks warm. "It was fairly obvious your Cinderace was in distress. Anyone could see that. And it's just one day - anyone serious about the Champion's Cup will come back tomorrow."

He was comforting her. She nodded, her smile relaxing. "Thanks, Bede."

His cheeks felt unbearably warm now. He nodded, focusing intently on her now-elevated foot. "I'll need to take your boot off."

"Okay."

Slowly, carefully, Bede undid the laces of her black boot. He eased it open, glanced at Gloria. She caught his eyes and nodded. Trying as gently as he could, Bede eased the boot off her foot as Gloria bit back a grunt of pain. He then did the same with her sock, revealing an obviously swollen ankle. It was already puffing out.

Bede quickly grabbed the compress bandages from the first-aid kit and wrapped her ankle neatly.

"Where'd you learn to do that so well?" Gloria asked, blinking through tears of pain. She relaxed slightly when Bede finished with her ankle.

"All Gym leader's need to have up-to-date first-aid training."

"That's handy. Wish it was the same for the Champion. Pretty useless having a first-aid kit and not knowing what to do with it," Gloria laughed in self-deprication. "So useless I didn't even remember that I had it until you asked."

"You were in shock."

"Still. Pathetic Champion I am, breaking down over a fall like that."

Bede huffed. "You're not pathetic - you're covered in wounds! I'd be more worried if you didn't show that kind of emotion in a situation like this."

Gloria nodded slowly, dabbing absently at her cheek with the damp tissues.

"Let's get you back to Ballonlea. We'll deal with the rest of this there." Bede packed the first-aid kit into her bag and closed it, slipping it over his shoulders.

"Good idea."

"Do you think you can walk?"

"I… I'm not sure. I haven't tried."

Bede stood, brushed the dirt off his knees and offered Gloria a hand. "Let's get you on your feet first."

Gloria took his hand and with a swift tug, Bede pulled her to her feet. And almost flush against him. He tried not to stiffen, letting Gloria hold onto his hand for balance.

"Here, put your arm over my shoulder," Bede directed her, trying to ignore how tight his voice sounded. He could only hope Gloria was too preoccupied with finding her balance to notice the blush blooming across his cheekbones. She grit her teeth, rested her arm over his shoulder, and stared straight ahead. Concentrating on what was to come.

Bede curled his arm around her lower back as casually as he could.

They'd only taken a single step forward and Gloria hissed in pain, sucking in a sharp breath. Her Cinderace cried sadly.

"I'm… I'm okay. We can do this," she said through clenched teeth, jaw set tight.

"No." Bede dropped his arm from her back. He handed her bag to her Cinderace who looked on with a confused tilt of his head.

"What?"

He held onto her arm to help her balance as he knelt in front of her, his back to her. "Get on."

"What? No, Bede, you don't have to carry me! I can walk!"

"Not an option. I'm not letting you hobble all that way in pain. Now get on or I'm leaving you here."

"You wouldn't!"

Bede raised an eyebrow. "You're right, but would you rather I scoop you up in my arms or carry you on my back?"

Gloria flushed in frustration. "Fine but… are you sure?"

"I wouldn't have said so if I wasn't."

"Right…" She sounded reluctant but climbed onto Bede's back anyway, allowing him to hook his hands under her knees and stand. Gloria swayed forward with the motion, resting her hands on his shoulders.

"Is that alright?" Bede asked. Gloria nodded before realising he couldn't see it.

"Yes, it's fine. Thanks." Her cheeks coloured as she glanced down at her legs. "But… um…" How could she say it?

"What?" Bede glanced over his shoulder. Her thighs were distractingly warm against his hands. He tried to frown the rising heat off his face but it was a losing battle.

The nervous lilt in her voice set Bede's blood on fire in his veins. "It's… well, it's my dress. It's kind of… riding up…"

Bede choked on a gasp. "Th-Then tug it down!" Now his face was fully aflame. All he could feel was the weight of her body against his back, his skin burning, burning, burning where they touched.

"I-I can't like this!"

"Then what do you want me to do?!" Arceus, he was burning up.

"I don't know!"

"Then why'd you tell me?!"

Gloria squawked indignantly. "B-Because I don't want anyone to see!"

"There's no one here," Bede huffed. No one here except him, though he couldn't see anything like this. Thankfully.

Bede squeezed his eyes shut. Don't think about that.

"B-But in Ballonlea…"

"We'll deal with that when we get there."

"Mm… okay…"

With a rough sigh, Bede started off towards Ballonlea, following Gloria's Cinderace as it lit the glowing mushrooms in their path.

"Tell me if it begins to hurt again and I'll put you down," Bede said.

"Okay."

Arceus, her voice was right in his ear. He focused on the path ahead of him, the trip hazard of roots and branches and loose stones. They trudged along slowly, carefully, until they reached the outskirts of the Tangle, the lights of Ballonlea in sight. Instead of taking the main path, Bede skirted the edge of the town, circling around until they could see his place. When Bede was sure there was no one else around, they emerged from the woods and walked straight to the front door.

"I'm letting you down now," Bede cautioned, slowly lowering Gloria until her feet touched the ground.

"Is this…?"

"Ms Opal's house." Bede fished out a key from his pockets and unlocked the door. "She's letting me stay until I can get my own place." He swung the door open, letting her Cinderace inside before turning back to Gloria. She balanced unsteadily on one foot.

"I can hop inside- hey!" she yelped when Bede scooped her into his arms, carrying her bridal-style with one hand around her back, the other under her thighs. "B-Bede!"

He ignored her protests and stalked inside, kicking the door closed behind him. He took a few quick steps to the couch before gently depositing her onto it. He grabbed one of the cushions and slipped it under her ankle.

"There. I wasn't going to have you hobble and whine the whole time. I'm not a sadist." He brushed the dirt from his hands that her thighs had left on him. Then he reached back and found more dirt across his back. Of course. He huffed in disgust.

"Sorry," Gloria apologised shamefully. "Your Gym uniform is all dirty because of me."

Bede tore the grimace off his face. "It's fine - it'll come off when I wash it." He felt like an idiot, fussing over some dirt on his clothes when she was caked in it head to toe, covered in bruises and scratches.

"You should take a bath," Bede offered. "It'll be the quickest way to get you clean and we can deal with the rest of your cuts after that."

"Oh, a bath sounds heavenly right now," Gloria sighed. "I think I've got a change of clothes in my bag…" Her Cinderace brought her bag over, trilling happily. She thanked it and returned it to its Pokeball before digging around in her bag. Bede left her to that as he gathered a fresh towel for her to use.

He forced down any thoughts that threatened to arise with a scowl. He brought her a towel and a washcloth, handing them over when he noticed that she didn't have her spare clothes in hand. Her face looked unusually pale.

"What is it?"

"Well… it, uh, seems that I don't actually have any spare clothes. I… must've forgotten to pack them last night."

Bede blinked at her.

"Could I borrow some of yours…?"

Bede's heart ground to a halt in his chest. "F-Fine," he said quickly, stalking to his room before his cheeks coloured a bright crimson in front of her. It just kept going from bad to worse. His composure was crumbling. Chipping away, little by little, threatening to expose his longing for her. His damn crush was getting harder to ignore when things like this kept happening.

How was he supposed to suppress and hide his feelings for her when his face was a beacon of embarrassment, burning so brightly, so easily. Right to the very tips of his ears.

He took a few deep gulps of air to calm himself and gathered a plain T-shirt and a pair of shorts that had a drawstring and would hopefully fit her. Bede ignored how his fingers tingled when they brushed hers as he handed the clothes over. He ignored the way she squawked that she could hobble to the bathroom on her own, ignored the fluttering in his chest when she disappeared into the bathroom and left him alone with his thoughts.

Bede soon wished he could shut out the sound of water running in the bath and the images it was conjuring in his mind.

Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it.

Bede shut himself in his room and took his time to change out of his dirtied Gym gear. He chose a pair of dark pants and a light grey long sleeved t-shirt. He rolled up the sleeves absently as he dug around in his medicine cabinet, grabbing more compression bandages, bandaids and some antiseptic with a few cotton buds. Maybe it was overkill but Bede didn't care. He needed the distraction.

He'd finished gathering the first-aid stuff and sorting it on the counter when the bathroom door opened again and Gloria hobbled out. Bede took a long moment composing himself before he looked at her.

And then quickly wished he hadn't.

The shirt was too big for her yet it looked adorable hanging off her smaller frame. The shorts hug loosely to her waist. Her cheeks were rosy from the warm bath, her damp hair tied in a loose bun atop her head.

She was too cute.

"Sit down," Bede ordered with an unnecessary bark in his tone.

"Roger that," Gloria replied. She was in a better mood now after her bath, her dirty clothes bundled in her arms. She hobbled over to the couch and fell onto it dramatically, hefting her swollen ankle onto a cushion.

"Give me your clothes, I'll wash them with mine." Bede held out his hand, motioning to her.

"Is that alright?" She looked up at him, worrying her bottom lip with her teeth. "I could do it at home…"

"I'm putting mine through anyway. It's fine."

With that sorted, she handed over her clothes and he put on the washing machine before coming back with the compression bandages in hand. Somehow she'd managed to soak the bandage he'd wrapped her ankle in earlier so he applied a new one before grabbing her an ice pack.

"Thanks Bede," she said, shifting the ice pack slightly on her ankle. "I don't know what I would've done without you."

Bede didn't respond to that. No words would form and even if they did he doubted he'd be able to say them without fumbling. How did she always know exactly what to say to send his heart soaring?

"Where else are you hurt?" Bede grabbed the antiseptic cream, the bandages and a couple of bandaids.

"Mostly my legs," Gloria noted, touching the scrapes on her knees. "I think I've just got bruises on my arms."

"That makes it easy." Bede pulled a chair over to the couch and unscrewed the lid of the antiseptic cream. She didn't protest at all as he applied the cream to the numerous scrapes and cuts on her legs. She didn't even mention the fact that she could've done it herself and let him work, watching silently.

She thanked him again when he was done and he managed to mumble a thanks and something about how it was no big deal before escaping to put everything away.

"Why were you in the Glimwood Tangle anyway?" Bede asked when he returned.

"Oh, you know… Champion stuff."

Bede raised an eyebrow in disbelief. "Surely you don't think I'm that gullible. If you do, then I'm sorry to say that you've got a horribly incorrect impression about me."

Gloria grumbled. "It's… a bit embarrassing, actually." She looked away for a moment before her eyes widened. "That's it! You can help me!"

Bede frowned. "Help you with what?"

What was she trying to rope him into now?

"Well…" she looked at him with an imploring smile, sounding out her words carefully. "I was wondering… can I borrow your Rapidash?"

"Why? And what does that have to do with you heading into the Tangle almost every day so far this week?"

Gloria sighed. "You saw that?"

"You're a bit hard to miss with all that pink."

"Oh."

"So, are you going to explain yourself or not?"

"Fine, fine!" she huffed. "I was looking for a Ponyta."

"... that's it?"

"Yes!" Gloria sighed again. "I was looking for a Ponyta all this week and I didnt find a single one. I'm the Champion of Galar and can't even manage that."

"Why do you want one so badly?"

"I've loved Galarian Ponyta and Rapidash ever since I was little. I didn't find one when I was doing the Champions Cup so I thought I could find myself one now. Guess it's not that easy."

"...And you thought I'd just give you mine?" Bede gave her an incredulous look.

"No, I didn't want you to give it to me. I just need to borrow it. For a while." Her smile became nervous, she glanced away from him.

"What for? Having my Rapidash with you isn't going to make finding one any easier."

"I…" Her cheeks coloured pink. "I wanted to breed it."

Bede blinked at her. Stunned. "And how were you going to do that with a single Rapidash?"

"I have a Ditto! It's just a matter of seeing if they get along and then leaving them alone for a while and…" she trailed off, her gaze leaving his again.

"You want to pimp out my Rapidash."

"D-Don't say it like that!" Gloria blushed darkly. Almost the colour of her usual dress.

The colour suited her, Bede realised. He studied her for a moment.

"You want one that badly?"

Gloria sighed. "Yes…"

Bede's heart fluttered. "If they do get along then I guess I don't mind, but that will leave me one Pokemon short for my Gym battles," he found himself saying. "I'll have to find a replacement."

"Does that mean…? You'll let me borrow your Rapidash?" Her eyes widened excitedly, making Bede's heart skip a beat.

The way she was smiling at him made it difficult to speak. "Only if they get along and only if I can get a replacement Fairy type Pokemon in the meantime."

"Then you can borrow my Mimikyu!" She clasped her hands together at the idea. "Can we try it now? See if they get along?"

Bede hadn't expected things to fall in place this quickly. "Now? Here?"

"Yeah! Unless you want to make me hobble somewhere else…?" she teased, waiting for his reply with an eager sparkle in her eyes.

Bede huffed. It was too difficult to say no to her. "Fine, fine. But this is Ms Opal's place. If they break anything…"

The warning in his voice was clear.

"Don't worry, I'll keep my Pokeball on hand and return them if it seems like it's going downhill."

She was so confident Bede found himself going along with it and pulled out his Rapidash's Pokeball as she readied her Box Link and retrieved her Ditto.

Bede sent out his Rapidash first. It stood alert and ready until it realised that it wasn't in the middle of a battle and relaxed. Gloria beamed at the Rapidash and sent out her Ditto. Without needing the command, her Ditto transformed into the nearest Pokemon, taking the form of a Rapidash. The two Fairy Pokemon looked at each other for a long, trepid moment. Gloria kept her hand tight around her Pokeball.

Bede's Rapidash approached Gloria's Ditto with slow, cautious steps. They circled each other for a moment. Studying one another. Nostrils flaring as they identified each other's scent.

The suspension was palpable. Gloria held her breath whenever the Pokemon moved, whenever they drew closer. She caught Bede's wrist when his Rapidash nuzzled its nose against her Ditto's.

Bede jolted. Her fingers wrapped around his wrist right above his hand. All he had to do was shift his hand slightly and he could curl his fingers around hers. A quick movement and he could hold her hand. His fingers twitched.

"Bede, look!" She tugged at his wrist, gaze thankfully locked on the two Pokemon so she didn't see the crimson on his cheeks. He swallowed and followed her line of sight to where the Rapidash were nuzzling against one another.

Well. That was fast.

Soon enough they returned their Rapidash into their respective Pokeballs, Gloria beaming an elated smile. It wasn't even levelled at him yet it made his heart thrum in his chest.

Arceus, she was adorable.

With her Ditto and Bede's Rapidash in hand, Gloria lent him her Mimikyu. "Oh, this is so exciting! I've never bred Pokemon before!"

"You sure you know what you're doing?"

"Yeah, I know the people who run the Pokemon daycare in the Wild Area. They'll be the ones actually looking after the whole process. But they'll give me a call when they find an egg!"

Sounded simple enough. At least his Rapidash was going to be looked after properly.

With that softed, Gloria rang up a sky taxi, deciding it would be easier for her to rest at home and let Bede return to his Gym Leader duties.

"Make sure you come back and get your dress," Bede reminded her. "I don't want to think what will happen if Ms Opal finds it…"

Gloria chuckled. "Now, that would be interesting."

The sky taxi landed just outside Ms Opal's house, and Bede loaded her bag into it for her as she hobbled the few steps over from the door.

"Thank you, Bede. For everything," she said, lingering by the door of the sky taxi. "I owe you one. Well, more than one."

Bede found it difficult to hold her gaze. "Yeah, you do."

Gloria laughed and Bede's heart sang. She leaned forward so quickly he didn't have time to react or even process what she was doing when she planted a soft kiss to his cheek.

"Thanks," she said again, quieter this time, and climbed into the taxi. It had taken off, disappearing as a speck in the distance, when Bede realised what on earth had just happened. His face flushed a dark crimson. Blood surging to his head.

She'd kissed his cheek.

Gloria had kissed him.

A strangled noise escaped Bede's throat as he stormed inside, covering his burning cheeks with his hands despite there being no one around to see.

Arceus.

Oh, Arceus.

She was going to be the death of him.

[spookyold-saintjm]

6, 7, 9 with Erik please and thank you

6: It’s snowing!

7: You look even more beautiful covered in snow.

9: I don’t remember the last time I truly enjoyed Christmas.

From  this prompt list.

I needed some Eric in my life today ahh yes. Hope you all enjoy this (uh kinda long oops) piece about my favorite sweet anxious baby boy on Christmas. This one is female reader! 

Eric Derekson x female reader

You woke up early Christmas morning, unable to contain your excitement for the day ahead. You sat up in bed, looking down at Eric, who was still completely dead to the world. You couldn’t resist reaching down to gently lift away some of the dark curls of his hair away from his face before you rose from bed.

You quietly dressed before just barely cracking open the blinds taking a peek out of your bedroom window, hoping to find that the weather forecast had proven true…

You gasped in excitement at the heavy snowflakes drifting down onto the cold ground, already covered in a thick coating of fluff. “It’s snowing!” you couldn’t help but exclaim to yourself. You spun around as soon as the noise escaped you, nervously looking over to the bed, but let out a small sigh of relief when you saw that Eric hadn’t stirred. It was a rare moment when he seemed so at peace, and you didn’t want to disturb it…even if you were silently begging him to wake up.

You stepped away from the window and headed into the kitchen to start preparing the breakfast you’d been eagerly waiting to make for days. You took inspiration from meals your family had enjoyed together in the past, but had tried to make it all your own. It was your first Christmas with Eric, after all, and you wanted it to be special.

You had almost finished setting everything on the table when Eric finally made his way into the kitchen, his shoulders still slumped with drowsiness, his glasses tilted slightly sideways, his pajama pants low on his hips.

“Hm, smells good,” he muttered to himself, lifting his glasses to rub his eyes. When he pulled his hands away his heart skipped at the sight of you, wearing one of his baggy sweaters and knee-high socks, your hair tied up on top of your head, humming to the faint Christmas music playing from your phone as you poured coffee into two snowman-shaped mugs.

“Ah, w-what’s all this?” he asked. 

Your picked up your head, unable to hide your grin as you looked over at him, adorably disheveled and staring at the dining table that was now piled with food. You placed the mugs on the table and walked over to him. You leaned in and kissed his cheek, one hand ruffling his already messy hair.

“It’s Christmas, silly,” you replied. “Did you think you were just going to eating toaster waffles on Christmas morning?”

“Well, I mean, I like toaster waffles…” he started with a small, unsure shrug, but you shook your head as you led him to the table.

“Not this morning, you don’t. Here, have as much as you want.” 

He sat, a small smile finally breaking on his face as you passed him an empty plate. You dropped down across from him, both of you filling your plates and starting to dig in to breakfast.

The two of you occasionally spoke, talking about different things and plans of what you would do for the rest of the day, but mostly sat in a blissful silence, enjoying each other’s company while music played faintly in the background around you. When you were both finished and had sat for a while, Eric stood and began to clear the table, but you stopped him, promising that you’d take care of it once you’d opened presents.Eric’s stomach sank. Presents. A small pile of gifts sat under the tree in your living room, a few for the both of you to exchange, wrapped in gold and silver and reds and greens, things that Eric had pondered and fought himself over for weeks on weeks. You would never admit it, never let an inkling of doubt show, but you’d done the very same thing.

You exchanged your gifts while huddled up together on the couch. You’d gotten Eric a watch and some new, colorfully patterned button-up shirts which he was of course thrilled over. For you, Eric had a complete set of a book series by one of your favorite authors that you’d been dying to read, as well as some new gear for baking. You joked that maybe this was more of a gift for Eric than you, since he was always one to reap the benefits of your various baking experiments, at which he blatantly denied but you laughed about nevertheless because…well, it might have been a little bit true.

There was one more thing he had for you, something he had thought about for a long time, something he finally felt was right. But the thought of giving it to you, what you might think…it made his head spin and his chest tight. 

“You okay?” you asked him when you noticed his discomfort. You had gotten very keen to Eric’s nervous habits, the shifts in his mannerisms and his withdrawal when he was feeling particularly anxious. You found that asking him questions and finding ways to keep him grounded helped.

“It’s—it’s not that,” he said, shaking his head. “I—I have something else f-for you. If you want it.” 

Your face softened, and you put aside one of your new books from your hands onto the coffee table. “Okay.”

Eric stood from the couch, glancing back at you as he walked down the hall toward your shared bedroom. “I’ll be right back!” 

You smiled and waited for Eric to return, something dark and small enveloped in his hand. He held the small, somewhat battered velvet box out to you. “I—I want you to have this. I mean, if you want it.”

You took the box, looking up at him, then the box, with curious excitement. You slowly opened the lid, and found inside a delicate silver chain bracelet with a small charm of a crescent moon. The charm itself was a bit scratched, but otherwise the bracelet was in perfect condition, despite the somewhat rough exterior of the box it was contained in. You looked up to meet Eric’s eyes, trying to form a question, but he stopped you before you could speak.

“It, ah, it was…it was my mom’s,” he said simply, running a shaky hand through his hair as he looked down at the bracelet that you now held. “She wore it a lot, so it’s kinda scratched up…”

You felt like your heart had jumped to your throat. “Eric…” you managed to choke out, “…Eric, are you sure?” You looked away from him, not wanting him to see the tears that had already pooled in your eyes.

He sat down beside you, and you reveled in his scent, the feeling of his thigh rested against yours, the sound of his voice by your ear. “She would want you to have it, I-I think.” His voice got quieter, faltering. “She w-would have loved you. Almost…almost as much as I do. As much as—as much as I love you.”

You finally turned your head to him. He’d taken off his glasses and was looking back at you with so much love, so much warmth and devotion that it was almost suffocating, but in the best way possible, in a way that made you feel whole.

You threw your arms around him, the box resting in your lap between the two of you as you embraced him. You let the tears now fall freely from your eyes as you rested your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes. “Thank you, Eric. I love you so much” 

He pressed into you tighter, his fingers curling into your sweater, clinging to you. You stayed like that for moments that felt like hours yet it was simultaneously all too short when you pulled yourself away from him to look down and remove the bracelet from its box. 

You carefully put it on your wrist, lifting your arm to watch the tiny charm dangle before leaning forward to gently press a kiss to Eric’s lips, just happening to glance out the window and—

Oh, RIGHT!

“The SNOW!!” You jumped from the couch, pulling Eric up by his wrist and leading him to your bedroom. “Put on some layers and let’s GO!”

Eric blinked at you in surprise at your sudden shift in mood, but found himself feeling excited too, as you both changed into more insulated clothing. You practically jumped into your boots, and then shoved a beanie on top of Eric’s head before you led the way outside. You ran into the middle of the backyard, looking up as the flakes fell down, tiny droplets of biting cold softly thudding onto your cheeks. 

Eric had his arms wrapped around himself, his head tucked into his thick coat as he rubbed his arms for warmth when he finally came to stand beside you. 

“Y-y-you enjoy t-thiss?” He shivered. He flinched when a particularly large snowflake landed by his eye, and you couldn’t help but laugh. 

You leaned down to scoop up a handful of the snow packed onto the ground. You opened your palm, motioning for Eric to come in closer and look at the intricate details of the flakes as they quickly melted in the warmth of your black gloves. 

“Every single one is different,” you mused. “Isn’t it amazing?”

Eric nodded, well tried to, but it came out as more of a convulsion from the cold. “Y-y-yeah, it is.”

You grinned at him, just before suddenly throwing yourself back and landing on your back onto the fluffy ground. Eric yelped, reaching forward to help you up.“y/n!! Are you okay???”

You waved him back, then started moving your arms and legs back and forth through the snow. “Snow angel, Eric! Come on!” 

Eric blinked down at you. “Uuhh…m-me?”

“Yes, you goof. Come on!”

Eric sighed, knowing he was about to give in. He pulled his beanie down tighter over his head, so much that it was almost covering his eyebrows, then carefully lowered himself to the ground. He almost shot upwards when he laid his back on the ground next to you.

“It’s FREEZING!” he cried, quite literally unable to move at first.

“Just move, you’ll get used to it!” 

He did as you instructed, copying your movements. You sat up as he was moving, and when you giggled down at him a blush covered his already pink cheeks. He soon sat up next to you, shaking the snow off his head and arms. You both stood and took a few steps back to look at your creations.

Eric couldn’t hold back his laughter, your own being so damn infectious.

  “Well, they’re not the worst I’ve ever seen…” You started, staring down at the dips in the snow your bodies had made. Eric looked over to you and grinned, his eyes lingering on your face longer than he meant for them to when he saw the sparkle in your eyes, snowflakes stuck in your hair, settling on your eyelashes. 

“Y-you look even more b-beautiful covered in ssnow,” he blurted. You looked at him softly, your own cheeks and nose fading into a faint blush.

“And you look even more handsome than ever,” you replied, leaning in to peck his own blushing cheek.

You both looked around the expanse of the yard, taking in the sight of a scene that made everything feel fresh and new.

“Y-you know,” Eric said after a moment, “I don’t remember the last time I truly enjoyed Christmas. U-until today.” He laid his head against your shoulder. “So, t-thank you. Merry Christmas, y/n.“

You wrapped your arms around each other as you continued to watch the snow fall around you, and in that moment you knew this was that feeling people talked about, the one that you wanted to hold onto for the rest of your life. “Merry Christmas, Eric.”

[cholie]

The Red Pearls - A Pirate Au

This is a oneshot about my personal friend group, all for fun^^ I might make more in the future. Sorry in advance if there’s a lot of spelling errors, I’m wiritng this in the middle of the night haha.

Age, names and appereance are not completely accurate to any of us.

Trigger warning: Blood, mention of physical abuse also mention of death and scared of someone dying, a lot of people being stabbed, shooting, drinking. Fill me out if there’s anything needed.

Genre: Angst, fluff, not a sad ending tho.

Word count: 3,1k

Year 1580

"Phew, atleast we got away safer than last time" Nerina blurted out looking at her captain.

"Yes indeed, we woulden't want it to be like last time, Hope almost burned down the cannons" Julie said, the two went quiet before laughing again.

On the pirate ship Aurora ruled by The Red Pearls are the captain Choi Julie, with strawberry red slight curly hair, her roots covered by a black hat, a worn big white blouse covered by a black corsetbelt that's been sitting tight on her tiny waist with a gun in her belt, black trousers that hugs her legs with the matching black-brown boots and a long worn red jacket. She has an eyepatch over her left eye while everyone can see how black her right eye is, you had to be very close to be able to see her pupil.

Julie is the oldest at 25 yet also one the shortest at 157cm.

The sailingsmaster Nerina Lamora, her outfit is similar, the blouse is more loose and her corsetbelt isn't that tight, in it she has a sword and a gun, her hair is brown and goes to her shoulders with one side covered by rings in her hair in a braid, with is she has bangs that goes a little over her forehead. Nerina had the most mysterious green eyes anyone had ever seen which made her appear very mysterios and charming.

Nerina is one of the youngest with her age of 22 and the next tallest with her height of 168cm.

"Guys have you seen Mimi?" The master gunner Hope walks over to the two girls, they're wearing a  worn beige blouse with a long black skirt with some black pants under and some black boots, they had a red corset around their waist that went right under their chest, they have one blue and one green eye, they also have a dimple on their right cheek. Their hair is short, black and with a side cut.

Hope is the youngest of 20 and also the tallest of 170cm.

"I'm here!! I'm here!!" Mimi yelled to the three running over to them pancing and trying to focus on her breath, looking up at them and laughing a little. The quartermaster Mimi Marleen was wearing like the rest, a white worn blouse, except this was a little tighter and was scuffed up to her elbows on both sides, a brown vest stopping at her chest that was a little tighter with two bigger daggerts in it, down her neck was a long necklace, with some black pants that had a slight hint of dark green in them scuffed under her vest to create a neat look, she wore some black boots that went up to right under her knee, she had long blonde hair in a half updo, some frontpieces sticking to her forehead because of the sweat as the sun was high up, she had blue eyes and a freckles giving her a cute look.

Mimi is 22, older than Nerina and is 163cm, even though she isn't near being the youngest she's the cutest on board and acts like the littlesister to them all.

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Year 1566

It was night on the island of Cuba, Julie was running off her dad's ship, praying that she wasn't gonna be caught by one of the workers on the ship, she was tiny and very sneaky so luckily she got away with small scracthes from when she had hit some of the rocks on her way away.

Julie was abused a lot physically by her uncle and her dad, she did get a lot of fighting and survival skills  out of it by always watching them fight and in the night doing it herself in secret hoping she wouldn't get caught, she had lived on sea almost all her life, her mom died when she was 2 so she dosen't really remember anything.

Julie had been running for a long time finally finding another beach, she noticed a bar and with her little money she could maybe be able to find some food and some water. When she got inside she looked around noticing people in the tavern, in the cornor were two ladys and two men, they looked like they were having fun, not anything Julie got concerned about, she heard a high shriek from the other end of the bar and saw two men, looking down at this small girl who they had their hands on.

Julie ran over and pushed the girl behind her while she took her little daggert, pushing the daggert into the man who had the girls arm's leg, he shrieked in pain and his friend wasn't focused on the two girls anymore as they both ran out of the bar, over to a bush and hide behind it.

"Thank you.." The girl said to Julie.

"You're welcome, but you were very close to being slaughtered and god knows what else they were gonna do to you" Julie said to her concerned.

"My name is Mimi Marleen, what's your name?" The girl named Mimi said to Julie.

"Choi Julie, pleasure to meet you, now we should probably get away" Julie said looking at Mimi, noticing her wear, she had a pale blue skirt that went from her waist down to her legs, she had a very old white blouse and a brown vest that went over her tiny waist and up along her shoulders and back, her hair was blonde and loose, she looked tired and dirty.

"Are you okay?" Julie asked Mimi, Mimi looked at her crooking a small smile and shook her head.

"Not really, I was trying to steal some food since I haven't eaten at all today" Mimi said, Julie took her smaller hands in hers and promised it was gonna be okay and so it was! Julie and Mimi stuck together through thick and thin, Julie learned how to properly survive on land as she had been living on the sea her entire life, Mimi learned how to defend herself and fight, they learned to be quicker and smarter in how to steal food, since they didn't have a lot of money for things.

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Year 1570

"RUN MIMI" Julie shouted to Mimi, they were running for their lives, for the first time in 4 years had they encountered Julie's dad's crew and her worst nightmare, her uncle. Julie's uncle caught Julie, stabbed her in the eye but Mimi was quick to react and pulled out Julie's daggert and stabbed the uncle in the leg before pulling Julie out and running away, the uncle gasped loudly and winched in pain as to how deep Mimi made the cut.

"Julie, please are you okay? Please don't leave me" Nerina approached the two girls she just saw running out of a bush on the beach of southeren La Florida.

"What happened here?" Nerina was quick to answer, her flowy pink dress touched the sand as she sat down on the other side of Julie.

"We were running away from her uncle and I think she got stabbed in the eye, she woulden't let me see and she won't asnwer me right now" Mimi cried out, playing with her fingers.

"Hey it's gonna be okay, let me take you both to my room and let me fix her up" Mimi's eyes began to lighten up, because never in a million years did she want to loose one of the people that became very important to her and especially now when Mimi dosen't really have anyone else, theyre not in havana anymore and Mimi woulden't know how to get back.

When the three girls arrived in Nerina's room she was quick to fix up a lot of surgeon's stuff, she realized how bad her eyes was, there was a lot of blood spilling out, she took the eye out and began fixing her, sewing her eyes together as they formed a big scar. Nirena was as a small kid taught how to perform surgery's and by the age of 12 she was very helpful to many people, she took a glance over at Mimi and saw her sleeping in a sitting position and couldn't help but smile, it's nice they have each other. Nerina fixed Julie up and got a light eye patch she could take over the left eye to make sure nothing bad would come in from the winds, she went over and began fixing Mimi up from all the scars she had gotten from the rocks she probably had fallen on.

It was morning and they had all awoken, Julie had the wprst headache she had pobably ever experienced but Nirena was quick to help her and clean up her scar.

"I'm Nerina Lamora! It's a pleasure to meet you both" Nerina took out her hand and both Julie and Mimi shook them.

"I'm Choi Julie, and this is Mimi Marleen, we just recently came from Havana by hopping on a random boat and to be honest, we have no clue on what we're gonna do from now on" Julie said, Mimi nodding along to every word spoken.

"My parents work in the big business that's so popular to talk about these days, I come from Havana but I'm barely home, I'm always here in this house and I kinda miss being at home but mom and dad dosen't say anything to me other than 'there there, just sit and be pretty, we'll talk when we get back' but we never talk" Nerina said, a frown forming on all of the girls faces.

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Year 1573

Three years after their meeting with Nerina they had quickly become good friends with her and had found a place to stay, Nerina had finished her education and had made her parent's very proud while Mimi and Julie had been making a plan on stealing one of the ships and getting out there, they knew it would most likely be impossible without people so they befriended five others who seemed to have taking a huge interest in their plan and followed them throughout the three years, all of them not wanting a big role on the ship but just wanting to be free from their lives and live on the sea, they trusted Julie, Mimi and Nerina a lot.

"They want me to take over the business" Nerina said, her voice choked up in tears.

"Do you want to?" Asked a worried Mimi, Nerina shook her head letting herself fall into Mimi's arms, Julie being worried while going over to hug them.

"Come with us, I know you might think it's one of the scariest things but we promise you we'll keep you safe" Julie said, comforting Nerina, Nerina nodded.

"Wait really??" Mimi shook up, a big smile formin on her lips.

"Yes, I would rather go with you than keep on being stuck here and I'm getting tired of being the pretty perfect girl" Nerina said, all three jumping up and down in happiness.

The evening after went better than expected, Nerina had packed a big back with food, a lot of water, surgeons gear and everything that they needed before handing it to one of he other crewmates and dissapearing out in the evening with them all, they found a pretty big ship and with the skills in fighting and weapon they were well prepared.

They arrived on the ship and got rid of all the guards and secured the whole ship and accepted all the others on board.

"All the others are in the nearby taver- Did you just knock all those men out and throw them over to the shore?" Nerina said, a confused look on her face as all the five people nodded laughing at how how impressed she was. They all managed to escape the city and flow out to the sea, Julie sat down in one of the rooms sobbing quietly as Nerina went inside.

"Hey Julie, what happened?" She asked concerned on why her friend was crying when they just managed to get free.

"This is actually my dad's ship, they didn't have a lot of people on it and I know it from every angle so I decided it was this ship we were gonna take" Julie said, making a little smile on her face.

"I threw a lot of his stuff overboard and cleared the 3 main bedrooms so they looked more fresh, theres a bedroom with 4 beds if you want it to be your surgeosn room?" Julie asked Nerina.

"I would love that, I don't wanna be a main surgeon on here to be honest, I love climbing and looking out at the sea and looking at maps" Nerina said.

"You could be the sailingsmaster? You're pretty good with maps and can find out a lot of stuff easy and you're probably also the only one of here that can read fully" Julie said to Nerina.

A couple of months went by and they had painted the ship a darker brown while letting it be prettier, and taken the flag down, they had costumized the rooms better and having a big room where the five other crewmates asked to sleep. Julie had been choosen to be the captain with her knowlegde and respect. Nerina had been choosen to be the sailingsmaster and Mimi had been choosen as the quatermaster.

While sailing away from Port Nelson to Nassau they realized there had been a shipwreck.

"Wait theres a person there, we gotta go look" Julie half yelled to her crewmates, they got a boat ready and began sailing over to the body and seeing that they we're lying on a big piece of the boat, unconcious, Mimi quickly got gtip in the body and with help they got them on their boat, doing cpr, hoping that they would still be alive.

They began coughing water up and looked at the girls in utter confusion.

"Uh.. Hi" They said looking at the three girls, Julie waviing to them and explaining everything they had witnessed.

"Oh.. I'm really cold actually" They had said, they all quickly began sailing back to the ship and got them covered in a blanket in Nerina's surgeon room.

"So tell me, what's your name?" Julie had asked, Mimi had a huge smile on her face, making them know that no one of them would hurt them.

"Hope Wegryn, a now former gunner on the ship that wrecked, I'm 13" They finished, Julie being in shook.

"13?? How experienced are you?" Julie asked.

"I've been down at the gunners all my life on sea, so I would say pretty experienced" Hope said.

And just like that they had a new master gunner, Hope was a natural.

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Year 1580

After now 7 years on sea as a crew they were wanted from the left and right, they we're famous elite pirates and their bounties we're higher than most pirates. They got their name from when a stranger had encountered Julie as a red pearl, she decided that they all were pearls, special and filled with rage from their past lives, so the red pearls suited them just fine.

"Come one! the tavern isn't gonna wait all day is it?" Hope said to the three girls.

"Well actually it kinda is-" Julie started before being dragged by her fellow crewmates towards the tavern, them ordering the usual rum and starting to dance all around the tables. Julie and Mimi were probably the most dangerous of the four as they had shot more people than they could could count to, they didn't do it because they were filled with rage they did it to prevent poor girls to be treated like they were, maybe a little aggresive but they always made sure to get the girls in safe hands afterwards.

Hope and Nerina we're an iconic duo as Hope would usually flirt with the guys in the tavern that earlier had touched some of the boys and girls inappropriate places and ofcoruse they got away with it, they had their techniques, and after getting them in the cage Nerina would come over and smack them stealing their money and running out of the place back to the ship. They definently weren't someone to be messed with, they would make sure to make your life a living hell if you did anything that was innapropriate.

"You know, I really love you" Mimi called to Julie, they had their usual flirting whenever they got drunk with each other, it wasn't meant in anyway serious they were just very happy for each other. Julie went over and gave Mimi as kiss on the cheek and downed yet another glass of rum, spotting another captain in the other end of the room, blushing lightly when they got eye contact.

"Maybe you should come with me for a bit" Hope said to one of the gross men who leaked of a cheap whine and smelled abseloutly disgusting, Hope could never see themselves with anyone like this, their standarts are way too high.

"We could have a fun night babygirl" The man said, running hands down Hope's hips, Hope almost gagged all over him of the thought of him. Before Hope was being touched anywhere else Nerina came into the smaller room and smacked the man with a bat she had found earlier taking it with her because she knew she would need it later on.

They took the money from the man threw him on the beach further away.

"What up cap? Looks like you got enough" Hope said laughing at how red Julie was in the face.

"It matches your hair" Nerina said bursting out laughing at her comment making a few people look at them, being a little disturbed.

"I got the money from the man, ugh he was so gross to Hope" Nerina continued and they both sat down on the two other chairs.

"Amazing, this was definently a thougher one you've encountered Hope, you're very good" Mimi complimented Hope, she laughed a little and smacked her entire body over Hope, making all of them laugh a little, Mimi was really cute.

"What got you so red cap?" Hope asked Julie who had calmed a little down but before she could answer Mimi interrupted.

"Choi Julie here my friends saw a very handsome man in the other end of the room, he has a brown mullet and a very cute smile" Mimi said making Julie once again red as she decided to hide her face behind her hat this time.

Nerina looked over at the guy having the times of his life with his seven other crewmates, he indeed was very cute.

"Well cap, we're gonna stay here at Nassau for a long time, so if you don't get mannered up today, let's try and get you into the flirting game tomorrow" Hope said, they all downed a glass of expensive wine and nodded. They decided to go back to the ship, Julie on the way out catching a warm smile from the other captain and smiling back before going with the others back to the ship.

[theunboundmeg]

Nefarious (Chapter Two)

Summary: Tina’s Halloween Bash is the most talked about party of the season! Getting “Sheet Faced” seems to be the “in” thing to do, and Y/N plans on doing just that. With her mom out of town for the weekend and Nancy and Steve finally convincing her to go with them (it really didn’t take much, since she’d already decided), it’s time to party. Only problem? Billy is probably going to be there...which means it’s likely to get heated.And what’s with all of the farmers complaining about their crops dying?

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Y/N (Reader)

Word Count: 4,192 Words

Rating: 18+ (For the Future)

Warnings: Cussing, insinuation, angsty angst! Also, drinking, smoking, and some weird situations!

Other: Please note, this story takes place at the beginning of Season Two and actually follows to the storyline. I thought it would be interesting to write from a different perspective of the main story and see what happened to one of our favorite characters while the others were off fighting the demodogs! Enjoy this and if you guys like this chapter, I’ll probably write more! <3 Also note that there is no planned amount of chapters for this yet. I will write this story until it just naturally folds up. So…look forward to MANY more to come!

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Chapter Two: Let’s Get Sheet Faced (Y/N Perspective)

  My fingers drifted over the various dresses, all hung up in a row. The thrift shop in town wasn’t exactly the most notable place to buy a costume from, but it was more likely to have something that the other girls wouldn’t be wearing. I could hear Steve and Nancy giggling in the next row of clothing. Jonathan moved over to stand next to me, pulling out a gaudy, silver dress that hung to his knees. 

“What do you think?” he asked, grinning at me knowingly.

“I think you’d be the prettiest one there.” I replied, nodding at him. 

  He snorted and put the dress back on the rack. I pulled out a small, form fitting red dress and frowned. I put it back and promptly pulled out another, though this one was black and...quite shorter. But it was in my size. I paused, opening my mouth to ask Jonathan what he thought, only to catch him gazing over towards Steve and Nancy. My fingers clutched tightly to the dress and I moved over to close the gap between us, nudging him gently.

“Stop with the puppy dog eyes...” I warned him.

 He shook his head and looked back at me.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” he replied, suddenly going on the defensive.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about.” 

  I cleared my throat and turned on my heel. Heading off towards the dressing room, I couldn’t help but be partially relieved to leave Jonathan to his thoughts. The guy was hopelessly in love with Nancy, but Nancy was with Steve. Such was the circle of life. Jonathan wasn’t really hard on the eyes. I felt pity for him, in a way. If I hadn’t sworn off dating (for the most part), I probably would have taken a crack at him, myself.

“Y/N!” 

  Nancy’s voice rang out, just as I was about to close the door to the dressing room. 

“What do you think?” she asked, holding up the white shirt and black skirt.

   I shrugged and closed the door.

“Honestly Nance, you’d look good in a paper bag. That is perfect though. Try it on!” I called, starting to pull off my shirt and jeans. 

  The minute the dress was on, I sucked in a breath. Sleeveless and above the knees. That was extremely bold, even for me. But some tights and maybe even a small sweater as a fail safe would be perfect. Depending on how cold it would be tonight, anyway. I opened the door slowly. Nancy was spinning in front of Steve, laughing and Jonathan was pulling out a jean jacket similar to the one he already had on.

“What do you guys think? Too much?” I asked, cringing an d preparing.

  Nancy sucked in a breath and Steve whistled.

“If I wasn’t a taken man, I’d have to hit on you, Y/N.” Steve said, grinning broadly.

“Be careful in that tonight. You might put a spell on someone.” he continued.

  I pulled the pair of cat ears out of a bag from the other store we’d been to earlier today and put them on. Turning, I looked at myself in the mirror and shook my head. This wasn’t something I would normally catch myself in, but for some reason it seemed like it was the right outfit for tonight. Why not, right? Mom wasn’t home and as long as I wore tights, I wouldn’t be too bad off. A short dress with tights was pretty safe, after all. A moment longer of staring at myself and I was back in the dressing room, rolling my eyes as I listened to Steve saying something and Nancy whispering. Poor Jonathan. He probably never even stood a chance. I considered asking him if I could ride with him to the party, but by the time I’d exited the dressing room, he was waving goodbye and fleeing faster than I’d ever seen anyone do so before. So much for that plan.

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Ten o’clock hit and by the time we were in the car and heading to Tina’s, I was already regretting this decision. Nancy and Steve had had some sort of argument beforehand, so the air in the car was so still, you could hear a mouse sneeze. I cleared my throat and looked in my compact one more time, just to make sure all of the makeup was just right. I had no idea why it was so important for me to look as good as I did, but I was trying. That’s what being in the King and Queen’s clique did to you. You worked your ass off to look like one of the best. As long as you looked like them, you were one of them. Right? My cat ears protruded from my done hair and I couldn’t help but grin wickedly. Okay, I looked pretty damn good. The dress fit like a glove and the tights were the perfect shade of black. And those boots I’d found? My god. Mom had been holding out on me. Then again, if she’d seen me like this, I would have been grounded so fast my head would have spun.

“Nancy...it’s going to be fine. You look fine...” came Steve’s voice from the front of the car.

“Let’s just get to this damn party and for ONE night...act like stupid teenagers, okay?” replied his girlfriend, shaking her head and looking as if she had no urge to be there at all. 

  Something had changed, and I couldn’t quite figure it out. But I didn’t really have time to dwell on that. That second, Steve was pulling up at Tina’s. And oh, what a sight the place already was. A few teens littered the lawn here and there. Most of them were in costume, and a few were well beyond drunk already. The lower crowd, I guessed. After all, no one from Carol or our crew arrived at a party earlier than ten. It was high school etiquette, or something stupid like that.I opened my door and waited not a second longer to get away from the quarreling couple. I just wanted to get some drinks in me and get some dancing done. Outside, a few guys were ushering people over to try their luck at a keg stand, and a couple of girls were standing close enough to watch, no doubt calling shots on who they would want to get their claws into by the end of the night. What a time to be alive! I opened the front door and scanned the crowd. People dancing, people laughing, and even more people gathered around a punch bowl, dipping their cups in and drinking heartily. Fuck.

“Y/N!” 

  I looked over and saw Carol skipping over, her tiny work out leotard revealing way more than I thought was even possible. Though, Carol didn’t seem to mind. She giggled and wiggled a little in front of a few guys before wrapping an arm around my shoulder.

“Come! You HAVE to try the punch!” she cried, dragging me along.

  Ever since she and Tommy had broken up, she’d definitely become a more open young lady. She flirted with nearly everything that walked and called itself a male. Though, with the way she was treating me, I’d no doubt gotten away with my comment from earlier to Billy. Or maybe he just hadn’t gotten to her yet to spill the beans on what I actually thought about the girl.

“Here.” she said, smacking her gum and shoving a cup into my hands, “I love your costume by the way. Super cute.”

  She winked and made her way off, flouncing the whole way as she walked. Fuck, if I leaned that way, I’d hit on Carol myself. I watched her a moment longer before taking a sip of the punch. It took ALL of my strength to not throw that drink away immediately. The punch was good, but the vodka was so prominent, I felt like I was inhaling gasoline in the process. It was just going to be one of those drinks where I drank carefully and tried not to enjoy it after a while. The more you drank, the more the vodka taste disappeared...and that was when it got dangerous. I took another sip and wasted no time hitting the dance floor. By then, Steve and Nancy had found their way inside and were standing near me, talking briefly. The one thing I had on both of them was that I was social enough to acclimate to a party almost immediately. Probably one of the few talents I had that would eventually be useful later on in life. Extremely social, as mom tended to call me.

“BILLY! BILLY! BILLY!”

  I stopped dancing and moved to stand over near Nancy and Steve, looking towards the back door with them. The shouts only grew louder as a pack of guys moved in, one of them no doubt Billy, wearing a leather jacket and jeans...no shirt. I pursed my lips and knocked back the rest of the punch, wincing slightly at the burn as it moved down my throat. Of course he’d show up looking like that. A guy like that? He knew he looked good...and he owned it. Cheers rose from the crowd as they moved inside. Bodies became denser and the dancing picked up. Everyone was slowly making their way to buzzville. 

“Got ourselves a new King of the Keg, Harrington!” Tommy called, clapping Billy on the shoulder as they stood directly in front of us. 

  I looked down at my cup and swirled the nonexistent, acting as though the males in front of me didn’t exist. Nancy scoffed, turned heel, and made her way off towards the kitchen. It was then I looked up and saw Steve looking after her, longing...or worried. I couldn’t tell which. Before Billy could step in front of him, I swallowed my pride and ran interference.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be? Some girl to be rubbing up on?” I asked, hand on my hip.

  If Big Dick Energy had existed in this timeframe, it would have been used to perfectly describe the scene. Tommy seemed taken aback and began to laugh. Billy’s eyebrows shot way up as he realized just who he was looking at. It wasn’t long and those eyes were roaming over me again, drinking in every bit of my appearance. And for some reason, whether it was the drink making its’ way through my system or something else rising up within me, I didn’t seem to mind. I lifted my chin slightly, that defiant look coming across nice and clear. Steve took that moment to touch my shoulder and make his way off after Nancy. No doubt he’d be trying to puppy up to her or keep an eye on her drink intake. Nancy wasn’t my problem. These guys were...and I didn’t seem to mind standing up to them alone.

“Tommy, Carol’s over there. Maybe you should go pull her off of that guy and try to reconcile.” I said, nodding over towards the woman, now dancing on some guy from Junior Year. 

  Tommy’s face began to fume and he stormed off. Break up the couple, but you could never quite break up the feelings. That was the good thing about alcohol. I took one last look at Billy and turned heel. I wasn’t about to stick around and wait for him to make some comment about my outfit. The fact that I’d given in to the cat idea was already a strike against me, and he knew it. Nope. I wasn’t giving it to him.

“Cat Ears!” he called, apparently sticking with the nickname he’d called me earlier.

  I shook my head and continued over to the punch bowl, dipping my cup in and taking a good chug from it. Fuck it, right? A second passed and there he was, leaning up against the counter and looking at me again.

“I told you you’d look good in them.” he said, nodding to the ears, then staring at me.

  I tried to keep my gaze trained on his and NOT let it roam downwards towards his bare chest. The fact that it was peaking out from beneath the jacket was actually a sight. And the more I drank? The more I found myself liking it. And I didn’t like THAT. I swallowed a bit more of the drink and pointed at him.

“Don’t start. You could have the pick of the room. Anyone in here, you could torment. Instead, you’re actually going to choose me?” I asked, frowning.

  He laughed and shook his head. 

“Are you serious right now? You still sore about yesterday? All I did was ask if you wanted to explore a little.”

“You were cocky!”

“And you liked it.”

  I wrinkled my nose. He knew how to argue...and that got under my skin in a way I couldn’t quite describe.

“I think you just like it when a girl gives you a challenge.” I retorted, turning and starting to walk off again, taking a long drink from my cup.

“Run kitten! Let’s see how far you get before you come back!”

  I flipped him the bird over my shoulder, not even bothering to look back as I walked. The fuzzy feeling from the vodka was starting to take hold of me already. That’s how strong the drinks had been. I didn’t walk far and I nearly found myself slamming into Jonathan...who was not in costume.

“What in the hell?” I asked, looking him over.

“You realize this is a costume party, right?”

  He grinned and shook his head. “I don’t come to parties, remember?”

“Well, you’re at this one.” I replied, shaking my drink a bit at him. “Want a taste?”

  He took the cup from me and took a sip...and promptly began to cough. I laughed happily and took the Solo cup back from him.

“My god! What is that shit?” he asked, wincing as he forced the punch down.

“Something, something...pure fuel.” 

  He coughed more and I reached for his arm. A second of begging and he was convinced, being dragged over to the punch bowl. I didn’t expect him to drink much, if any...but it was still worth a shot, right? When in Rome, after all. We stood there for a while, people watching and cracking jokes at a few of the costumes that caught our eyes. Every so often, I caught him looking over towards Nancy and Steve and I shook my head.

“Jonathan. Go dance with another girl...it’ll make you feel better.” I said.

  He let out a short laugh, but did nor said anything beyond that. He hated that I was right, but just couldn’t get past it. He probably never would. I shrugged my shoulders and patted him on the arm. I mentioned something about dancing, and was off in my slightly intoxicated state...off to find some poor soul to dance with my uncoordinated ass. I didn’t mind though. In this state? I could do anything. I could fly if I really wanted to. Holy shit, that vodka was strong.

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  Another two hours passed and midnight had hit. The party was still raging, but it was at the point where one of two things was happening. People were either getting sick, or peaking at their “best” drunken state. I had most definitely...peaked. I was dancing with someone, who I didn’t even seem to know, and having a GREAT fucking time. I laughed and spun around, holding my cup in the air as I did so. Okay, so maybe I’d gone past the peaking point. But still, I couldn’t tell the difference. I distantly heard a familiar arguing duo and glanced up only briefly to see Nancy and Steve rushing out of the room and towards the bathroom. I half expected them to make up in there...and that was when I decided I needed air as well. Fuck it...it was stuffy.

“I need air!” I yelled over the music to the guy I was dancing with.

  He understood, nodding curtly and reaching for my arm. Squeezing past the rocking bodies, we eventually made it outside and rounded the corner. It was much more private here...and I could finally catch my breath.

“Jesus...it’s ACTUALLY been a great party!” I panted, laughing again and reaching up to fix my cat ears.

“No doubt.” the guy replied, moving closer towards me, and eventually pinning me up against the wall.

  He captured my lips in a rough kiss, bringing a grunt of surprise from me. It took a second for it all to register in my head. And the minute it did? I was reaching to try and push him off of me.

“Hey!” I exclaimed, grimacing, “I don’t-”

“Well, I thought you did...so...”

  He tried to kiss me again and I turned my head away, shoving this time.

“I said STOP!” 

  I hardly had time to react before a fist was flying towards the guy, landing square in his temple. He fell backwards, slamming into the ground and yelping loudly. My eyes widened as I turned to see Billy standing there, fist withdrawing and chest heaving.

“Hey dickhead! Next time you put your hands on her, I’m going to make sure to BREAK your hands. Fucking hear me?” he asked, clearly seeing red.

  The guy nodded his head fervently, scrambling to get up and run from the scene. I stood there, trying to calm my breathing...and take in the whole situation in my intoxicated state. I stared at Billy a bit longer, then began walking towards the front of the house.

“Cat Ears!” he yelled, the sound of jogging footsteps growing closer behind me.

“No.” I said, shaking my head.

“Y/N!” 

  I stopped dead and turned around. He moved closer and reached out for me.

“You’re drunk. You want a ride home or something?” he asked, tilting his head slightly.

“Not from you.” I replied, stubborn as ever, “I can walk home.”

“I’m sober!” he exclaimed, the exasperation clear in his tone, “You need a ride home! You’re drunk and you can barely walk properly! What happens if someone jumps you? Kidnaps you?” 

“Billy! Shut up. No one gets kidnapped in Hawkins, okay?” 

  I snorted and rolled my eyes after saying it, then began off again towards the cars. I heard the jingle of keys and the footsteps as he fell in step next to me.

“Y/N. Let me take you home, okay? I’ll drop you off and you won’t hear from me for the rest of the night? Not even at school, if I can help it. Okay?”

  I paused and considered him, narrowing my gaze. It was then I realized...my only chance of a ride was gone anyway. Steve’s car was gone, as was Jonathan’s. What in the hell had happened between me leaving the party and walking up towards the front of the house? Holy shit. I sucked in a breath and considered my options. Fine. Fucking fine.

“Alright. But JUST this once.” 

  He grinned and grabbed my hand, pulling me towards his car. Everything seemed to blur as I walked. Maybe it was a good idea I was getting a ride, after all. And shit...he looked so good. No. Quit. Not this one. Not Billy. I glanced back towards the front of Tina’s house, only to catch Carol and Co standing outside, sharing a cigarette and laughing. Carol was the only one that seemed to be paying attention and the minute we locked eyes, I knew. Fuck. It was going to be everywhere. Everyone would know...Billy and I had left together. He closed the door for me on the passenger side and I sat back, waiting for him to get in as well.

“You okay?” he asked, getting in and firing up the engine to the Camaro. 

  I nodded again, glancing over towards him. I took in the sight, breath catching in my throat. There was something about Billy that no other guy seemed to have. It wasn’t the arrogance or devilishly handsome charm. No...there was something else there that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. I hated that. Reading people was a skill of mine, and I just couldn’t seem to read this guy right off the bat. I hated it. He stared back at me, then grinned mischievously. 

“She’s my baby, you know?” he asked, patting the dashboard before revving the engine again and taking off.

  I held on to the side handle as he drove, taking directions from me the entire way. Billy didn’t drive with reckless abandon, but he did drive like he didn’t have a care in the world. That was...kind of attractive too. Fuck, I was drunk. And when we finally pulled up at my house, I could feel myself swirling even more into the uninhibited vortex,

“You’re not as much of an asshole as I thought, I guess.” I said as he helped me out of the car and up towards the front door of the house.

  He laughed and opened the door for me after I unlocked it.

  “I’m not always a dick to pretty girls.” he said, making his way through the dark house with me, “Which reminds me...you want me to leave you on the couch or in your room?”

  I shrugged.

“Doesn’t fucking matter.”

  He helped me up the stairs towards my room, snorting with laughter as we BOTH tripped on the last step up. I tugged him towards my bedroom and when we finally breached the threshold, he let go of me and stayed still.

“I want to make sure you sober up safely, okay?” he asked, pushing his hands into his jean pockets, “Mind if I use your couch for a few hours? I’ll be out before the sun comes up.”

“Don’t bother,” I replied, “Mom’s out of town. Sleep in if you want to.”

 I pulled off my cat ears and began unhooking my dress. It was then I realized he was actually still standing there, staring in disbelief. 

“You’re...”

“What? You’ve never seen a girl undress before?”

“You’re drunk...” he breathed.

“Yeah, you said that already.” I shot back, shrugging.

  Something about this state was making me bold...too bold. I wasn’t sure how I liked it.But...I did. I stared at him and then...made my way over.

“I don’t like assholes...” I whispered, leaning in towards him, “But you’re trying to make me like you...aren’t you?”

  It was as if it was some sort of conspiracy. Maybe he was working against me to try and prove me wrong. The game...this game. I had to win. I reached out, my hand planting firmly against his bare chest, fingernails digging into the skin slightly. Billy hissed in response, leaning back against the doorframe...not moving.

“Careful.” he breathed, staring down at me, “Be very careful.”

“No...you be careful.” I said, leaning up towards him.

  Why be a king, when you could be a god? And who said God had to be a man? I was going to win this powerstruggle between the two of us. If it was the last thing I did, I was going to do SOMETHING to win over him. And for some reason? In my mind? This was the way to do it. That, and curiosity. My lips planted against his and I was overwhelmed. The smell of sweat, beer, and cologne intermingled between us and I couldn’t help myself. I kissed him harder, causing him to lurch slightly in surprise. But, he didn’t pull away. It felt like an eternity passed and his hands were suddenly on my hips, pulling me around and pressing me against the wall. Slowly, carefully, fingers trailed up along my sides, exploring every inch of me they could. It wasn’t long and one hand was in my hair, fingers tangling into my done locks. His other hand planted itself back on my side, holding me steady. 

  I kissed him hungrily, as if I was needy for it. I did need it. My arms wrapped around him, my own hands burying into his hair and tugging eventually. He groaned and let me pull his head back a bit. The grin on his face said it all. He liked it. Maybe I had won after all? And then it all stopped. He pulled away and shook his head slowly. 

“You’re drunk. And I’m not doing this with you while you’re drunk and I’m sober. If I’m going to have you, it’s going to be a time I don’t want you to EVER forget.” he whispered, that stare nearly overwhelming me. Shit.

  I swallowed the lump in my throat and pushed away from him, heading over towards my bed. Fuck changing. Fuck even making sure he found the couch or saw his way out. I just wanted to lie down and go to sleep. I’d kissed Billy Hargrove...and now I was never going to live it down.

“See you in the morning, Cat Ears...” his voice drawled out towards me as I drifted off.

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Warnings: BUFF YOONGI!!!, unprotected sex (condoms are great. use them), public sex, cursing, creampie, quickie, nipple biting....I think that’s it

A/N: This is part of the BTS Smut Club Secret Santa Project and I’m so happy that I got to participate! Thanks for reading ♥

“Babe, is all of this really necessary?” I ask playfully as Yoongi adjusts his ladder in order to put the star topper on the massive tree he’d insisted on getting to celebrate our first Christmas together as a married couple. A 15-foot behemoth of a tree – artificial because neither of us has a desire to clean up pine needles – taking up half of our foyer isn’t exactly ideal but Yoongi had been so excited about it that I just couldn’t turn him down. You would think that the fact that we’re not even spending Christmas in Korea would’ve deterred him but he didn’t even think twice about it.

“It’s Christmas, you scrooge. Of course, it’s necessary.” I can’t see his face from where I sit on the couch, but the incredulous tone in his voice tells me everything I need to know. We’ve been together long enough that at this point I can tell if he’s coming down with a cold simply by the sound of his voice – it always drops half an octave before he shows his first symptom – so I’m willing to bet my sanity he’s wearing the same expression he usually gives Jin when his former roommate tells one of his corny jokes. The look that says, “you idiot”.

“Have you even finished packing yet?” I ask, bringing up once again his lack of luggage by the door, hoping that his answer will be different than what I feel in my chest that it will be. Yoongi’s large hands freeze around the golden star they’re fiddling with. My eyes narrow in on the way the tips of his ears slowly start turning red. This man has spent the entire day decorating a Christmas tree we won’t even be here to enjoy but he hasn’t finished packing for the week-long trip we’ve been planning for months. Fantastic. Our flight leaves in just over twenty-four hours and my precious husband is behaving like it leaves in twenty-four days. Fantastic. “Min Yoongi you get off that ladder right now and pack your fucking bags.”

Yoongi sighs deeply but stubbornly continues to fiddle with the tree topper as I glare at the side of his face. He takes his sweet time descending the ladder and even longer to fold it up and lean the piece of equipment against the wall. I raise my eyebrow at his grumbling form as he walks past the couch towards the stairs. A mischievous giggle escapes me as I kick my leg out, hitting him squarely on the ass. That little trick earns me an upturned middle finger and as he shuffles up the stairs like a grumpy twelve-year-old who’s been sent to clean his room.

I jog up the stairs after him a few minutes later to check his progress. I’m not entirely surprised to see him curled up in the middle of our bed next to his open suitcase and a pile of clothes. He’s so concentrated on whatever he’s scrolling through on his phone that he doesn’t even register the fact that I’ve entered the room until it’s too late. The sudden sound of me yelling nearly sends him flying headfirst off the side of our bed.

“Jesus Christ! I knew you wanted me dead.” He says dramatically, holding a hand to his chest. “I’ll have you know that Holly is the beneficiary on all of my life insurance policies so killing me is useless.” I don’t even dignify his foolishness with a response. Instead, I set about packing his suitcases myself since Yoongi obviously can’t be bothered. He tosses in his favorite pajama set but leaves the bulk of the work to me while whining about how I should rub his shoulders since he spent all day decorating a tree that he wanted. I pointedly ignore him and continue packing because I’ll be damned if I’m going to listen to him complain about forgetting something because he threw whatever he could touch in a bag at the last minute.

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The hustle and bustle of the Incheon airport is like music to my ears as I practically bounce through the sparsely populated hallway leading to the private entrance. Yoongi is hot on my heels. The two of us are dressed as if we’ve just stepped off the runway for New York Fashion Week and not like we’re about to sit on a plane for thirteen hours. Being in BTS means that Yoongi is accustomed to putting a little extra effort into his airport attire, a habit that I was only too happy to join in on as it gives me the excuse to get all dressed up.

However, Yoongi’s airport outfit of choice for today has been giving me some…issues. He’s dressed in all black which is far from unusual for my husband. It’s the way he’s chosen to present his monochromatic ensemble that is at the root of my problem. The turtleneck layered under a leather jacket and tucked into a pair of ripped jeans makes a dark heat pool in my abdomen. Even the way he’s walking is sending shivers down my spine as I stealthily eye his borderline arrogant gait in the reflective glass that lines the hallway.

“Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Min.” The attendant says with an oversized smile on her face. “Your flight will be boarding within the next two hours. The private waiting room you booked will be directly off to your right.”

She hands Yoongi and I each a matte black key card with the name of the airport and the number three embossed across the front. It’s heavy and surprisingly smooth to the touch which means the small square in my hand probably costs more than the Gucci bag Yoongi is carrying. The attendant gives us a short spiel on the amenities included in the private waiting room before sending us on our way.

“A private waiting room? Really, babe?” I question playfully as we make our way towards the row of doors in search of number three. Yoongi snorts in response.

“My name is on two number one albums on the billboard chart and a Grammy nomination.” He says, waving the key card in front of the sensor next to the door when we reach or destination. “I deserve this luxury.”

“That you do, babe.” I throatily whisper into his ear when the door smoothly slides open to allow us to enter. He cocks an eyebrow at me and I know he’s on to me.

A decent sized lounge chair is pulling double duty as a bed against one wall with a small desk and chair off to the left. A mini fridge stocked with drinks sits in the corner at the end of the desk, a basket of snacks sitting on top of it. I fiddle with the touch screen next to the door until the space is bathed in low light. I notice that there is a Bluetooth icon on the main screen so I start the pairing process, selecting a specific song from my library once it’s successful and putting it on repeat. Yoongi inhales sharply behind me as the first few strains of House of Cards come through the speakers.

“Turn this shit off right now.” He grumbles as I turn to face him. His fists are balled up at his sides as he shifts where he sits on the edge of bed.

Ironically enough, House of Cards was playing the first time we ever had sex. Somehow it became our mood over the years so now it’s like our code word to say “I want to have sex right now. Let’s bone.” It’s gotten to the point that now whenever Yoongi hears it, he gets a raging erection whether I was the one who turned it on or not. He’s like one of Pavlov’s dogs. A cursory glance at the crotch of his insufferably tight jeans gives his condition away. I lick my lips as I quietly observe the growing bulge between his legs.

“God damn you, woman.” He curses as he practically lunges at me. A victorious giggle passes my lips as he attaches his lips to my neck with a ferocity that has flames licking at my nerve endings. His large hands knead my ass cheeks through the thin fabric of my leggings. He’s being so rough that for a second I’m worried he might actually rip them. Yoongi has been hitting the gym lately and sometimes forgets that he’s a bit stronger than he used to be.

He surprises me when he suddenly drops to his knees in front of me. His hands fumble around with the zippers of my knee-high boots while he keeps his mouth busy by running his tongue over my clothed center. He helps me out of my boots and makes quick work of my leggings, carelessly tossing them over his shoulder.

The oversized sweater I’m wearing hides the fact that I’ve forgone panties today. For a second I’m sure he’s going to collapse when he realizes that fact when he slides his hands beneath the maroon fabric that hangs just past my ass. His face is flushes and he looks like he might be on the verge of a heat stroke.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He shoots to his feet so fast his head nearly connects with my chin. His hands shake as he undoes his belt and unzips his pants. He sighs contently when he finally frees himself from his pants. I start to sink to my knees when he stops me with a hand on my shoulder.

My jaw drops in shock when Yoongi grabs me by the back of my thighs to lift me up against the wall. For the entirety of our relationship before this moment, Yoongi has never picked me up before. I’ve always been too heavy for him to lift.

“This,” he grunts in my ear as he covers his rigid length in my wetness. “this is why I started going to the gym.” Your head falls back against the wall with a low thud as he bumps against my engorged clit repeatedly.

Frustrated with his god awful teasing, I shift my hips just enough for the first inch or so to slide inside me on his next pass. Yoongi freezes for a second before he’s ramming as much of himself as he can inside me. The feeling of finally being filled is second to none. I’m given hardly any time to adjust to him before he’s pulling his hips back only to roughly surge forward again.

My nails search for purchase on the leather jacket that he has yet to take off. A lightning bolt of pride shoots through me as I realize my husband wanted me so bad that he couldn’t even wait long enough to take his jacket off to get to me. A particularly hard thrust has me biting down on my own fingers to keep from screaming. I may have turned the music on louder than necessary but even that isn’t going to drown me out.

“You fucking wanted this, baby girl. Now take it.” Yoongi grunts into the crook of my neck as he sucks and bites at the skin there.

My orgasm is approaching fast. Almost too fast if you ask me. My bra and sweater that were somehow left on now feel like they’re suffocating me. Between the fire that burns in my lungs and the fire that burns where Yoongi and I are connected, I feel like I’m about to explode. I claw uselessly at the bulky fabric covering my torso in attempt to get some air.

Yoongi shoves my sweater up over my breasts. He bends his head down to drag his tongue along the tops of my breasts before freeing them from my bra. His lips are wrapped around one of my erect nipples faster than I can draw in a shaky breath to prepare myself. A high-pitched whine claws its way out of my throat when he lightly bites down on my nipple. He laves the sting with tongue, tilting his head up to kiss along my upturned jaw. His strokes have slowed down to an almost lazy cadence. He switches over to the breast he’d been neglecting as his hips pick up speed again.

“Shit, Yoongi I-” As if he senses what I’m about to say, he reaches between us to press the rough pads of his fingers against my clit. That slight touch turns out to be the straw that breaks the camel’s back. My back arches obscenely as every muscle in my body tries to pull me in a different direction. A truly creative string of curses flies out of Yoongi’s mouth as my inner muscles seize around him. He plows into me a dozen more times before a pained groan falls from his pretty lips as he empties himself into me.

He leans his sweaty forehead against mine, staring into my eyes as we both work to regain our breath. I pepper gentle kisses all over his flushed face. Yoongi hums deep in his throat and leans into my affections. Our lips connect for the first time since we locked ourselves in this glorified closet. I wince slightly as his softening length slips from me. A grimace covers my face as the evidence of our activities leaks from abused core. I forgot just how gross this feels.

Yoongi thankfully finds some wipes in a cabinet on the other side of the bed that we hadn’t even noticed. We do what we can with the crotch of his pants and pray that his crotch won’t be stained from the unholy mix of fluids that they came in contact with.

*   *   *

We’re basking in the afterglow of our quickie when a crackling noise scares the shit out of us. Apparently, these private cabins have intercom systems for airport personnel to communicate with people in the waiting rooms.

“Good evening Mr. and Mrs. Min!” The cheery female voice says through the speaker. “My name is Jae, the first-class liaison. Your flight will begin boarding in approximately 15 minutes. Please leave drop your key cards in the designated slot next to the control panel and I will escort you to the first class waiting area.” We move about the room collecting our carry-ons. I take care of the keycards while Yoongi dumps the contents of the snack basket into his bag for “safekeeping”.

I tap the icon labeled “open door” on the touchscreen but nothing happens. Thinking that maybe it requires a heavier hand, I press my finger harder against the screen. Still no results. I frantically stab my finger against the lit screen as if that will unfreeze the system.

“Fuck! Yoongi, it won’t open.”

“What do you mean it won’t open?” Yoongi pokes at the screen repeatedly just as I did with the same outcome. “I wanna go to Bora Bora dammit.”

“Mr. and Mrs. Min? Is there an issue.” We jump at the sound of the intercom once more. In our panic, we forgot the woman on the other side of the door waiting on us.

She walks us through some troubleshooting steps over the intercom and even tries to open the door using the emergency exit handle but, apparently, it’s stuck too. After finally concluding that there’s nothing that she personally can do to get us out, we can hear her calling for a technician through the door. From the exasperated noise she makes, whoever she called did not give her good news about her situation.

“I deeply apologize but the technician assigned to this airport is off duty for the night. We can call in a technician from another airport but it’ll be at least a two hour wait.” She informs us as we have absolute meltdowns inside our waiting area. There’s no way we’re going to make our flight now. Jae leaves us for a moment to go input the work order and call in technician.

In the corner of my eye, I see Yoongi slowly turn his head to glare at me. His stare is threatening to burn a hole in the side of my face.

“I hate you so much.” He says. “All this because you wanted some dick.”

“Don’t put this all on me. No one told you to fuck me against the wall like a Neanderthal, you bitch.” I return his glare as we stand toe to toe, waiting for the other to back down.

The tension between us snaps like a rubberband as we dissolve into laughter. We quite literally fucked up the control panel for our waiting room and got ourselves locked in. You can’t make this shit up.

“Well…we may as well get comfortable.” Yoongi says as he digs around in his bag for a snack as he situates himself on the bed. I make myself comfortable between his outstretched legs, leaning back against his chest as I tear open the bag of chips he offers me.

Though I didn’t wish for it to happen this way, being able to spend this time with Yoongi is exactly what I needed. He’s been so busy working this year that moments like these have been few, far, and in between since we came back from our honeymoon in June. It’s nice to just sit here, eat chips with my husband, and listen to him talk.

We’re so deep in our own little world that we almost don’t notice that two hours have passed. Our easily frightened asses cling to each other when Jae’s voice suddenly blares out of the intercom again informing us that the technician has arrived to get us out. It takes all of fifteen minutes for the technician to reset the system and free us from the cabin.

Jae immediately launches into a damage control spiel. According to Ms. First Class Liaison, the airport is taking full responsibility for us missing our flight by refunding the cost of our plane tickets and the private waiting room to Yoongi’s card. It has also been arranged for us to use the airport owner’s own personal jet to get to Bora Bora. The two of us stand there in shock because we know that the airport bears no liability for us getting stuck but we sure as hell aren’t telling them that.

“Did that really just happen?” I ask Yoongi as we wait in the first class boarding area for the jet to be brought around.

“It did now be quiet before someone hears us and takes the money back.” He whispers as he glances around to make sure no one is near us.

“You should buy me something pretty with the money since it was my butt sweat that secured the bag.” I joke under my breath.

“I’ll be sure to do that, babe and I’ll start with some self-control and a rational thought process.” His gummy smile makes an appearance as he uses his bag to block my fists.

“Asshole. Rational thought would’ve been not fucking me against the wall.” He waves me off before digging in his bag for another snack.

“Whatever. You loved it.” I ignore him, scrolling through Facebook as we continue to wait. According to the two women manning, the desk our plane is next in line to pull up to the hanger for us to board so it shouldn’t be too much longer.

“Does this make us prostitutes?” Yoongi asks totally out of the blue. I open and close my mouth several times as I try to figure out how to respond to his question.

“What?” I ask incredulously.

“We basically got paid to have sex. Doesn’t that make us prostitutes?” His face is scrunched up in thought as he continues to eat his snack. His point makes logical sense but I’m not letting him know that. This is the craziest question he’s ever asked me and he once asked me how my hair grew so fast overnight because I showed up at the dorms in a wig longer than the one I’d worn the day before.

“I-…please never speak to me again.” He chuckles lowly before tossing a chip at my head and laughing when it gets stuck in my curls.

*   *   *

Bora Bora is just as beautiful as I imagined it would be. The weather is amazing, though a little rainy. Getting here may have been more hectic than we’d planned for it to be but sitting on the beach with Yoongi as we watch the sun set beyond the horizon is worth all the hassle. I turn to admire his elegant side profile as he tips his back, eyes closed as he breathes in the salty air. His hair is wet from the time spent frolicking around in the waves and slicked back from his forehead. I can’t resist the urge to lean over and kiss his temple.

“Merry Christmas, Yoongi.”

[silenthillmutual]

pride week - day 5 - AU free-for-all so this AU is a crossover because when i first looked at the prompt i was like half-asleep and thought it said crossover. whoops.

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He’s coming to the conclusion that Kiyotaka’s family is just fucking weird. He’s still not exactly sure what their relationship status is, since they’ve only been on like two and a half dates that might have not even been dates and nothing between them seems to have actually changed - but even speaking as a best friend, it was just really fucking bizarre

The other sections of the bake sale that did not have an entire bottle’s worth of food coloring dumped into the mix did exceedingly well, letting them schedule trips to meet up and hang out with the GSAs from other colelges in the area. It was a neat little idea Makoto and Kiyotaka had come up with on their own time that also kinda made Mondo want to punch himself in the face. 

It mostly just starts with this: he thinks he has competition.

The reason he thinks this is because Leon tells him he does. They’re meeting with MU in a bowling alley that’s somewhere in between both schools and while it’s not the only GSA in the area, it is the only one available or interested in reaching out to them. And the gaggle of students who pick to play against them in a four-on-four match just happens to consist of three rough looking boys and one chick.

Striek one. It’s not exactly a secret that Taka has a type, and that type is punks. (Well, and Makoto; but he’s everybody’s type, so he doesn’t count.) He’s never said out loud that he finds that kinda thing appealing, but Hifumi’s Halloween Theme suggestion, “Book of Eibon” (which earned him the group name moniker Anime Trash) really took. People dressed as whatever they found most attractive - or in Hifumi’s and Chihiro’s cases, the kind of aesthetic they really dug.

Hifumi’s magical girl outfit was absolutely outstanding. They really did have to give him that.

...where was he? Right. Taka had shown up to the party in all secondhand clothes, studded belt and motorcycle boots and fake piercings, pleather jacket over an embroidered white vest covered in safety pins. It sure as shit left an impression.

And it was such a goddamn come-on. he’d thought before then that Taka’s staring was judgmental and had a hard time stringing two words together at the implication that he was staring because he was attracted to Mondo.

Not that Mondo was the only punk in the group. Tanaka flushed and tried to hide beneath his scarf, realizing too late he didn’t have it included in the regal get-up he came dressed in. And Leon said to Mondo, “If I wasn’t straight, I’d so hit that.”

Leon figured out pretty quickly that he wasn’t straight, and also that Taka was way off limits. 

Mondo’s been trying to figure out how to take a more direct approach, since Taka’s misconstrued all his flirting as friendliness. Which - okay, yeah. He’s kind of learned along the way that he might also be in love with the guy platonically, too. he is the best friend, in terms of quality, that Mondo’s ever had, and he doesn’t plan on that shit changing just ‘cause he wants to add hand-holding into the mix. 

So strike two is this: Ishimaru seems to actually know the guy in too much purple who practically launches himself at him. They embrace in a tight hug, and that smug asshole has his hairstyle too. Rude. Utterly, unbelievably rude. 

The guy introduces himself as Josuke. He looks like he might be a couple years older than them, with pretty blue eyes. He’s the president of the MU GSA, which he does not hesitate to tell Kiyotaka, “I love what you did with the name, dude. Very kewl.”

Kewl. Like he’s fucking twelve and it’s the nineties.

Taka blushes like he does when he’s embarrassed or flattered and it takes a lot for Mondo not to slug the guy. He’s really only distracted from Kiyotaka’s refusal of the credit by the guy with the little ponytail and two-toned grey hair saying to him “Hey, man, nice mods,” referring to his jacket.

He’s kind of forgotten about it. He doesn’t wear the longer coat he had in high school anymore because yeah, he’s not in high school anymore, thank you very much Daiya. “Uh, thanks,” he says, but the shorter one with the kinda silvery blonde hair is smirking at it, mouthing the words Crazy Diamonds under his breath. Like it’s some kind of joke.

“I’m Okuyasu,” he says, and nudges the blonde so hard the guy almost falls over. “Shit, sorry - this is Koichi.” 

“Right,” he says, not liking the look of private joking between the two of them. “I’m Mondo.”

“I’m Leon,” Leon all but shouts, almost crawling on Mondo’s back to extend his hand to the two boys and - of course, of fucking course - the girl with the knee-length black hair. “And you are?”

“Yukako,” she says, and Mondo’s never before heard someone say their own name with such deep and intense hatred. 

There’s not a single thing about these people he trusts. The guys might seem nice, but he’s always hated the feeling that people are laughing at him. And that girl? She looks like she’s ready to commit murder. 

At least the jackass in the purple-and-yellow shirt is done taking up Kiyotaka’s time, only that Kiyotaka looks kind of embarrassed now. He’s not sure if that’s better or worse than his flustered face. But he punches in their names on the board to distract himself, and Josuke comes up to Mondo and sits so close their knees are touching. “So,” he says, “You’re his kyoudai, huh?”

“Kyoudai?” Okuyasu says. “Man, how come we can’t get cool nicknames like that?”

“Yes, please start calling each other bro. That won’t get irritating at all,” Yukako snipes from where she’s sitting. 

“Yukako, come on,” Koichi says, turning to look back at her. “You promised you’d be nice today.”

She looks torn, but sighs, and Mondo thinks he hears her mutter “Only for you.” 

“Dude,” Leon says, “You gotta teach me.” 

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One thing Mondo can say about the kids from MU is that, except for Yukako, they suck at bowling. And that does make him feel a little better, if only in a shallow way. 

It’s kind of irritating, and that irritation must be obvious to everyone involved, because Kiyotaka has tried his best to keep Mondo and Josuke separated. Leon’s pretty chill, and Makoto can make friends with everyone, but it just seems strange to Mondo that he spent so long trying to get on friendly terms with Taka only for some other guy - a complete stranger from a different school to just undermine that -

Makoto pats his shoulder, like the way you’d pet a dog to soothe it. “Calm down, Mondo,” he says. “He’s just being friendly.”

Maybe he is. Mondo can accept that there exists, somewhere, a possibility that Josuke is just a nice guy, like a punk version of Makoto, but he’s gotten so deep in his own sense of insecurity and paranoia that every time Josuke so much as talks at him or is friendly with Kiyotaka...

Well, it feels like he’s being mocked.

He might be a little jealous.

And when Taka leaves to head out to the bathroom, he might call Josuke’s hair stupid. 

Koichi, for whatever that’s worth, and Okuyasu and he goddamn swear Yukako’s hair all jump in to restrain Josuke from throwing punches. Leon slaps his arm at the same time Makoto smacks his head, both of them shouting some variant of “You have the same hair!” and the end result is the five of them tell the two of them to go resolve their differences by the snack bar, and work something out fast before Taka comes back and panics. 

“I don’t get what your issue with me is,” Josuke says, hands in the air. “We picked this group to go up against because Taka said you were cool. Now you’re just acting like Rohan used to, and I didn’t even burn your house down!”

Confusion mixes with anger as he says, with feeling, “What?!”

“Never mind!” Josuke snaps. “Just - whatever your problem with me is, just say it, man. Quit giving me dirty looks. It’s making Kiyo upset.”

KIYO?! Mondo hits the counter with a little too much force and says “That’s my goddamn problem!” And before Josuke can give him some other ridiculous pet name he says “We’re like - we’re - we’re kind of - !” Jesus. Jesus Christ, why can’t he just get the fuckin’ words out? “I’m inta him!”

“Yeah, and?” Josuke asks.

“And you’re fuckin’ flirting with him! Of course I got a damn issue with you!” Josuke looks blindsided for a couple seconds, and then he bursts into laughter. “And then you go an’ do this shit, shovin’ it in my face!”

“Dude!” Josuke has the audacity to put his hand on Mondo’s shoulder, ignoring every time Mondo tries to throw it off. For someone as thin as Josuke looks, he’s unfairly strong. “Dude. I am not flirting with him. That’s so gross.” 

Two-faced bastard! “You got a fuckin’ problem with my friend?!” 

“Dude. He’s my cousin.”

“Yer - what?” Mondo blinks, all his pent up energy dissipating in the shock. “Then - then what the fuck were you sayin’ ta him to make ‘im blush?”

“I’m teasing him about you, ya dweeb.” He snorts. “God. No. I’m not flirting with my fuckin’ cousin. And even if we weren’t related, I’m not gonna hit on some guy in front of my boyfriends.”

“Oh.” He’s...totally deflated now. And feels like an asshole. “Uh...” Great. “I’m sorry fer bein’ such an asshole,” he grumbles.

Josuke lets it slide rather easily, shrugging it off. “Don’t worry about it. I’ve had worse interactions.” 

Mondo still rubs the back of his head, anxiously, and he’s still not all that comfortable with Josuke’s smirk. “Gotta say,” he admits, “I never woulda thought the two of you were related. Ya don’t exactly look alike.” 

Josuke shoves his hands in his pockets and leans back against the counter. “Well, it’s not by blood or anything. His dad married my ne- uh, I mean, my uncle -” Was he just going to say nephew? “But we take family very seriously, and we’re...kind of a large family.” 

For a second, he looks almost depressed by his own statement, eyes kind of foggy, lips pulled down and staring at his boyfriends with some kind of intense anxiety. He sighs, and slaps Mondo on the back. “Let’s just get back to the game, ‘kay? I think Taka’ll be happier when we get along.” 

He feels like he missed something, but says “Sure, okay,” following Josuke back to their seats. 

Whatever it is that’s on his mind, it’s either passed or he’s hidden it by the time they’ve reached their friends. Josuke reacts to Kiyotaka’s suspicious glare by ruffling his hair. “So, Kiyo -”

“Don’t call me that,” he groans. 

And Josuke ignores him. “A former delinquent with a bad temper, huh? I bet your stepdad’s gonna love that.” 

Kiyotaka lets out a scream, and drops the bowling ball to the floor. Mondo tries to pretend he doesn’t see something faintly pink and blue grabbing it just before it hits the ground.

[synkiller82]

Collapse Into Me Chapter 7 - Linen

Adrien stood in front of the Dupain-Cheng Bakery Monday morning.  He missed Marinette, and was hoping to walk with her to school.  However, he was still a ball of nerves about the conversation he was supposed to have with her, and wasn’t sure he could speak to her without possibly blurting something out. Maybe I should just wait at school. I’m going to talk to her during the day and at the picnic anyway, Adrien thought.

“Hey, Kit,” Plagg whispered from Adrien’s pocket. “You’re blocking the door.”

Adrien sighed as he opened the door, and stepped inside.  “Good morning, Mrs. Cheng,” he greeted warmly as he unbuttoned his jacket, revealing a white collared shirt under a light blue Cashmere v neck sweater, that he paired with navy slacks and brown Doc Martens.

Sabine looked up from the tray of croissants she was refilling after the morning rush.  “Good morning, Adrien.  How are you, dear?”

Before Adrien could answer, a booming voice was heard from the back.  “Is that young Adrien I hear?”  Tom stepped out of the kitchen area, wiping his hands on the towel tucked into the tie of his apron.  “To what do we owe the pleasure, my boy?”

Adrien shifted his weight from foot to foot nervously, “I was hoping to walk Marinette to school this morning, Mr. Dupain.”

“How very thoughtful of you. I’ll go up and get her.” Sabine replied, and made her way to the apartment above.

---

“Marinette, Adrien is waiting downstairs to walk you to school.” Sabine called as she opened the trap door.

“Adrien?” Marinette squeaked as she fell out of bed.  Groaning, she got back up and proceeded to break the land speed record for a teenage girl getting ready for school.

Within twenty minutes, she was dressed in a powder blue cowl neck sweater, navy blue pleated skirt, black tights, and light brown knee-high boots.  She left her hair down, falling just below her shoulders in soft waves. She snatched her bag and coat from her chaise lounge and darted downstairs to greet her guest.

-------

Adrien was sitting at a table, happily eating the almond croissant, when he saw Sabine come back through the kitchen door.  “Is everything okay?  I thought I heard something.”

“Everything is fine, dear.” Sabine assured him.  “Marinette will be down in a moment.”

A few minutes later, Marinette came barreling through the kitchen door, stopping short of crashing into her mother.  “Good morning, Maman.  Good morning, Papa,” she greeted as she hugged each in turn.

She turned to greet Adrien and her words caught, as did her breath.  She looked at him, then down at herself, then back at him.  Her cheeks flushed as she cleared her throat, and tried to speak again.  “G-Good morning, Adrien.  What are, I mean--How are you this morning?”

Adrien watched Marinette for a moment before realizing they were wearing matching outfits and he felt like his cheeks matched hers as well.  He smiled. “Morning, Marinette.  I’m fine.  You?”

“I’m wonderful.” Marinette answered as she gained her composure back.  She crossed the bakery and wrapped him in a tight hug before pulling away.  “Shall we go?”

Adrien nodded and picked up his bag.  After thanking Tom and Sabine for their hospitality and food, he held the door for Marinette.  Once they were outside, he offered his arm to her, and, after a moment of hesitation, she linked her arm in his.

“Are you sure you are okay? You seem tense this morning.” Marinette noted as they reached the crosswalk.

“I, uh,” Adrien began as the light changed, allowing them to cross.  “Well, there is something, but I don’t have time to talk about before school. Can we talk about it later?”

“Okay,” Marinette acquiesced.  “Can I know when ‘later’ will be?”

Adrien reached up to his neck. “I was hoping I could talk to you at the picnic.”

Marinette eyed him for a moment.  “Alright, but I’m still going to worry until then.”

“I promise it’s nothing bad.” Adrien said, trying to help his case.  Marinette nodded and squeezed his elbow before she let go to walk to her locker.  He immediately missed the warmth of their linked arms, but tried not to let it bother him as he made his way to his locker.

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Adrien grabbed Nino as the bell rang for lunch.  “Can I talk to you for a minute before we join the girls?”

Alya raised an eyebrow, but Marinette skillfully manipulated Alya into going with her.  Adrien made a mental note to thank Marinette later.

“What did you need, Bro?” Nino asked.  “Does it have anything to do with you walking Marinette to school this morning arm-in-arm?”

“Kind of.” Adrien answered, his cheeks gaining a rosy hue.  “I want to talk to her today at the picnic.  Do you think you could—”

“Say no more.” Nino clapped a hand on Adrien’s shoulder and steered him out the door.  “You just say the word.  I’ll make sure Alya and I vacate post haste.”

“Thanks, Nino.  You’re the best.” Adrien said as he gripped Nino’s shoulder as well.  He couldn’t ask for a better wingman.

---

“Girl!” Alya whisper-screamed when she and Marinette got to the table and sat down.  “What was that this morning?”

“What was what?” Marinette asked as she took a bite of her lunch.  She was starving since she forgot to grab breakfast in her mad rush to get ready this morning.

“Walking in with Adrien like that!  If I didn’t know any better, girl, I would say you two were dating.”

“Alya, please.” Marinette’s cheeks tinged pink.  “He stopped by to walk me to school and, since he is a gentleman, he offered his arm. It’s no big deal.”

“No big deal?!” Alya repeated, exasperated and surprised by her friend’s reaction.  “Who are you and what have you done with Marinette Dupain-Cheng?”

“I told you, I’m done fawning over every little move or touch, and I’m absolutely done with reading more into the situation than there is.”

Alya opened her mouth to counter the argument, but she spotted the boys headed their way and decided to drop it, for now.

---

“Alya, can you go to the closet and grab the picnic blanket?” Marinette asked as she packed the basket full of goodies for their picnic.

“Which one?” Alya called from the hallway, where she stood at the linen closet.

“The one with the plastic on the back.  It’s was raining yesterday, so the ground may still be wet.”

“Got it!” Alya yelled triumphantly, holding out the red and white checkered fabric.  With that found, the girl’s headed downstairs and over to the Place des Vosges to set up while they waited for the boys to join them after Adrien’s fencing practice ended.

“Alright, back to our earlier conversation.”  Alya watched as Marinette tensed.  “You can’t tell me you weren’t squealing like a school girl on the inside when you took his arm earlier.”

“Maybe a little,” Marinette admitted.  “I told you yesterday I still have feelings for him, and it was nice to be treated like a lady.”  Alya opened her mouth for what Marinette was sure to be an ‘I told you so,’ and cut her off. “However, I also said that I wasn’t going to act on or tell him about those feelings.  He needs a friend right now.”

“Fine.” Alya yielded reluctantly.  

The two fell into a quiet conversation about a project they had been assigned earlier that day until Nino and Adrien appeared at the entrance of the park.  Once the boys had sat down, the four spent about an hour enjoying the afternoon and treats, until the boys noticed the clouds and decided it was a good time to execute their plan.

“Hey, Alya.  I have to babysit my brother last minute.  You want to keep me company?”  Nino asked as he stood.

“Sure, Nino.” Alya answered. She stood and eyed the other two party members.  “Will you two be okay by yourselves?”

“Seriously, Alya.” Marinette rolled her eyes at her friend. “We’ll be just fine.”

Nino and Alya said their goodbyes.  It wasn’t long before Marinette and Adrien heard thunder closing in on them.

“Maybe we should go too,” Adrien suggested as he helped Marinette pack up.  “It sounds like the storm is moving in.”

“Yeah.  I would hate—” Marinette’s sentence was interrupted by a loud crash followed by the sky opening up.

Adrien grabbed the blanket off the ground and threw it above them, creating a make shift shelter.  It wouldn’t hold up for long against the downpour, but it was better than nothing.

“I can’t believe neither of us thought to bring an umbrella.”  Adrien remarked as they made their way to the bakery, since it was closer.

“I forgot to look at the weather,” Marinette confessed, huddling closer to Adrien to stay dry.

It didn’t take long for the teens to get to the shelter of the bakery, but it was enough time for them to get drenched.  Sabine helped towel them off, then sent them upstairs to change.  Marinette showed Adrien where the bathroom was so he could warm up in the shower while she went to her room to find some clothes that she had made for him.

Adrien finished up his shower and went upstairs to find Marinette.  She quickly took a warm shower and got dressed.  Heading to the laundry room, she put their wet clothes in the dryer before returning to her room.  The two teens took a look at each other and started laughing.  Marinette hadn’t been paying much attention when she was gathering clothes and only now realized she had pulled out the matching Ladybug and Chat Noir onesies she had made for them.

“I didn’t know you were a Ladybug and Chat Noir fan, Marinette.”  Adrien said through his giggles.

“Who isn’t?” Marinette retorted, pulling the black hood over his head.  He retaliated by tugging one of the cat ears on her hood.

“So, I’m guessing you like Chat better?” Adrien was curious as to why she made the Chat onesie foe herself and the Ladybug for him.  Did she really like his alter ego that much?  It hadn’t felt that way the few times he had asked her about it.

“It’s not that I like Chat better,” she started, playing with the tail attached to the back of her onesie.  “I was already planning on making you the Ladybug onesie, because I know you are such a fan of her.   Since Ladybug and Chat Noir are a team, I thought I would make a matching Chat for myself.”  She paused to eye him up and down.  “Your look great on yours!”

Adrien cringed internally at the mention of his Ladybug obsession.  If only Marinette knew the depths of the feelings he was trying to rid himself of.  While he loved the outfit because it was made by Marinette, he couldn’t help but feel a little sad wearing it.  He would cherish it anyway, and hopefully in time those negative feelings would subside.

“You think so, do you?” Adrien grinned, striking a pose and wiggling his eyebrows at her.  He continued to pose while Marinette laughed.  “I think it would look even better if my partner were up here with me.”

[presleepthoughts]

Hi!!! Ok a blast from the past on the Uber today and maybe a prompt idea "I've had The Time of My Life" from Dirty Dancing... Have a nice week and thanks in advance...😉

Apparently, I became a songfic writer…but alright :D If that’s what you guys want, then I’m happy to deliver. 

If you’d like me to write more story, send me a request. :D

Ps.: I actually loved writing this. I was laughing the whole time (in a good way). :)

Songs used: (I’ve Had) the Time of My Life - Billy Medley and Jennifer Warnes 

Time after Time - Cyndi Lauper

Beca self-consciously tugged the neon bright legwarmers over her ankles all the way up to her knees with a groan. She straightened up and looked at herself in the mirror, squinting her eyes. She looked ridiculous. The denim jacket was too big on her but she refused to show up at the party in a skin-tight leotard. 

She groaned again deeply from her soul and shook her head. She didn’t even want to dress up for Halloween! She wanted to stay home and ignore the kids’ knocking on her door while eating their candy that she swore, she bought for them. She wanted to be the asshole of the neighborhood who just couldn’t be bothered. 

But every year her plans were destroyed because of Ashley. Because Mother Nature just had to make things interesting and have Ashley’s mother in labor on Halloween. And of course, each year, her birthday party had to be a theme party.

This year it was ‘The 80′s’. 

Fuck me. Beca thought loudly in her head as she puffed her hair for the last time and glanced at her watch. Chloe would be arriving in ten minutes and Beca was already calculating how much time it would take for her to leave the country and just disappear. 

Nah, Chloe would find her anywhere. 

So, instead she decided to put a little effort into her outfit - but not much, she wasn’t crazy - and went to the thrift shop. As it turned out, you can find a lot of things from the 80′s in the thrift shop.

She brought some legwarmers, headbands, denim jacket and a leotard that she already hated. But she was appropriately dressed up so nobody could say a thing. 

The doorbell shook her out of her head and she took a last look in the mirror. Deeming herself ready, she went and opened the door. She stopped dead at the threshold at the vision that greeted her. 

Chloe stood at the hallway, dressed as Madonna. 

The hotter version of Madonna. 

Wearing a skin-tight hot pink cocktail dress with fishnet leggings, completing the look with a black leather jacket and black high-heeled boots, Beca couldn’t talk. Her hair was fluffed in big curls on top of her head and her make-up was colorful enough to spot her a couple of feet away. Her blue eyes sparkled with mirth as she looked Beca up and down for a second.

“Aww, Becs…You look awesome!” She gushed excitedly, clapping her hands that was covered with biker gloves. 

Beca gaped for the longest time before Chloe giggled and twirled around. Beca couldn’t help her eyes from dropping south. 

“How do I look? Wholesome enough?” The redheaded Madonna joked, holding her hands in a prayer and smiling.

“You - you -” Beca pursed her lips together and chastised herself to get it together. “Fine. Ye - yeah, you look fine.”   

Chloe pouted, pulling out her big puppy eyes help her. “Just fine? I wanted to look sexy.” She suddenly sobered up and didn’t waste the opportunity to tease her favorite DJ. “Don’t I look sexy, Becs?” 

Beca rolled her eyes when she saw Chloe’s smirk. “Shut up.” She closed the door behind her and strolled to the car, hearing Chloe’s laughter all the way. 

The party was in full swing, blasting Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go by Wham! as people danced around the club. The girls rented out the place for her as a part of her gift and decorated it perfectly. 

Beca felt like she stepped in the past as five guys dressed as Bruce Springsteen walked by her. Even she couldn’t deny how good everybody looked.

“I’m gonna get us some drinks, okay? The girls should be around here somewhere!” Chloe yelled over the music and patted Beca’s back as she walked away to the open bar. Beca glanced around, searching for the ground when she saw a circle form in the middle of the dance floor. She saw blonde hair and she groaned, already knowing who would that be. 

The music quickly changed to Push it by Salt-N-Pepper as Fat Amy cleared the floor dressed as Prince - Prince! - and got down to break-dance. Beca found the rest of the Bellas encouraging her on, clapping their hands and yelling loudly. Beca shook her head at the scene wondering how did she end up here. But not minding it one bit. 

Once Chloe returned with a tray full of vodka shot, the party really began. The Barden Bellas claimed a table as VIP section and were showering the birthday girl with love and of course, alcohol. Retro music blasted from the speakers as Beca let herself go, feeling the drinks going to her head. 

Chloe’s been pretty consistent with ordering them more and more shots from the bar as she laid her head on Beca’s shoulder, eye-lids heavy but the smile wouldn’t leave her face. Beca, on the other hand, stayed stiff as a board. Chloe was wrapped around her, her perfume infecting the air she was breathing and Beca couldn’t think. 

She felt like she had the biggest crush on the redhead for the longest time but Chloe was oblivious. 

Or maybe, Beca was just too much of a coward to actually confess.   

Soon, somebody yelled out “Karaoke!” from somewhere deep from the crowd and some random dude appeared with a screen and a thick book full of songs. Chloe instantly straightened up, slurping the word drunkenly and way too close to Beca’s ears. The brunette flinched as she pulled away. 

Jessica clapped her hands together excitedly and grabbed Ashley by the arm, pulling her to the stage. The first notes of Cyndi Lauper’s Time after Time started playing as the crowd went wild. 

If you’re lost, you can look and you will find meTime after time

The two best friends swayed to the song, holding hands and being lovey dovey with each other, making Chloe aw. The redhead appeared more sober suddenly as the song winded down, much to Beca’s surprise. 

However, the glint in her eyes when she turned to look at her, frightened Beca.

“Come, sing with me…” She asked happily, already standing up but losing her balance. Beca reached out instinctively and put her hands on her waist.

“Chloe, you’re drunk.” She reminded her. 

Chloe rolled her eyes and grabbed Beca’s hand from her hips. “So are you! But it’s so much fun. We’re gonna kill it!” She screamed out enthusiastically and tugged on her arm, making Beca hunch forward. 

She sighed. A normal Chloe was determined enough to get her way but this was drunk Chloe…which was way worse.   

So, Beca stood up and reluctantly made her way to the stage. Chloe firmly - but friendly - nudge the couple who wanted to go next sideways and filled their place quickly before they could protest. She handed a microphone to Beca and grabbed one for herself.

“I’m gonna pick the best song ever!” She smiled widely and flipped through the song book. Beca opened and closed her mouth like a fish out of water, trying to decided if she should interfere before she had to sing something embarrassing. But it was too late.

Chloe spun around and squealed. “I got it!” 

‘Gosh, she was so adorable’ 

Snap out of it, Beca.

Chloe clinched the microphone to her mouth and smiled as the familiar started playing. 

Beca wanted to deadpan. Of course, it was Dirty Dancing. Thank God, she was drunk.

Chloe gushed about that move all the time, amazed at the dancing scenes and the romantic plot line but Beca couldn’t care much. She didn’t even like movies that much, let alone romance movies. 

But before the first line of the song appeared, Chloe pointed at her. 

And of course, she was playing the dude.

Now I’ve had the time of my lifeNo, I never felt like this beforeYes I swear it’s the truthAnd I owe it all to you

She sang it out bashfully, making the crowd cheer. Beca rolled her eyes as Chloe rocked on her heels and smirked. 

‘Cause I’ve had the time of my lifeAnd I owe it all to you

The beat picked up speed slightly as Chloe started moving, Beca just watched her. 

I’ve been waiting for so longNow I’ve finally found someone to stand by me

Even to her ears, the lyrics just hit too close to home.

We saw the writing on the wallAnd we felt this magical fantasy

Chloe swayed to the melody, eyes boring into Beca’s. 

We saw the writing on the wallAnd we felt this magical fantasy

She took a step closer as they sang out the line together.

Now with passion in our eyesThere’s no way we could disguise it secretly

Their harmony was perfectly mashed together, product of the many years of being in an A Capella group. 

So we take each others hand‘Cause we seem to understand the urgency

Chloe grabbed her hand unexpectedly and smiled. 

You’re the one thing.

Beca swallowed. 

I can’t get enough of.

And Beca really should’ve seen it coming. 

So I’ll tell you somethingThis could be love

Chloe was drunk - extremely - but before they could sing out the refrain, she dropped the microphone onto the ground - the audience flinched at the screeching sound - and stretched out her arms. 

“Let’s go!” She screamed excitedly, her intention were clear. 

And Beca should’ve replied with a stern nope because there was no way that they were going to stay upright for long and the fall would possible broke some bone in her body. But that would be stupid. 

So, instead Beca just trusted the alcohol in her system and said fuck it, running full speed at Chloe. The redhead braced herself and hoisted up Beca by her waist, raising her high in the air. Just like in the movie. 

An ear-piercing scream exploded from the crowd, amazed at the stunt as the song continued on. 

Soon, however, gravity did its job and Chloe’s arms started to shake and they stumbled to the ground. Beca ended up on the floor with Chloe above her.

“Oh God, are you okay?” It seemed that lifting somebody in the air slightly sobered up Chloe, who was now looking down on Beca with concerned gaze. The brunette stayed silent for a second before a disbelieving laugh burst out of her. Chloe paused in confusion before she joined her. They were two drunken idiots, dressed in 80′s costumes, laughing their butts off on the floor. 

Beca thought - cliche or not cliche - that she had the time of her life. 

And I owe it all to you    

[rdale-fics--fuck]

Lucky - FP Jones x reader | Sweet Pea x reader

Request: Can you write a fp one where the reader tries to get closer to him but he tells her she's too young for him and he's not interested so when she starts dating sweetpea he thinks she's trying to make him jealous but she's falling for pea and fp beings to regret his chance with her

Word count: 2837

Warnings: cursing, some angst, age gap at some point, implied sex

A/N: Loved this request! also not very edited oops ily

Forsythe Pendleton Jones, the second. A man you had admired since you were five. The man who you held in your heart since you were thirteen. Back then, it was a small crush, one nearly every girl had experienced at some point. Normally, that crush would dissipate quickly, but yours never did. The thought of pursuing your long time crush had never passed your mind until you were eighteen and a senior at Southside High. You had been a serpent for three years, following in your father’s footsteps much to the dismay of your mother. Your best friends were Toni Topaz, Sweet Pea and Fangs Fogarty, you were the Southsides ‘core four’ who truly just caused trouble and kept the life in the town. When Jughead came along, he slipped into the group with a struggle since Sweet Pea wasn’t a huge fan, but he eventually was welcomed into your group. Jughead was a great guy, but you felt uncomfortable being close to him when you had a crush on his dad. Yet, you were well aware you would either have to get over the crush, or just let your feelings out.

Today was that day, you were going to Jughead’s after school, and the gang was going to the quarry after, and you would have enough time to hang back and talk to FP alone. During your last class, you felt unbelievably nervous, scratching your arm out of habit until your skin was bright red.

“Yo, (y/n), are you good?” Toni asked, grabbing your hand to stop the scratching.

“Y-yeah, thanks..” You muttered, putting your class materials away. “We still going to Jones’ trailer after this?”

Toni ignored the sudden change in subject and decided to leave it alone, “yeah, us two are going to meet at his place and then we can ride to the quarry and meet up with Fogarty and Sweet Pea.”

You nodded as you listened to the plans for the night and smiled tightly when the bell rang. You rushed out of the school and to your bike, tossing your bag in the saddlebag, and placing your helmet on. You started your bike and drove off to Jughead’s trailer. You arrived about the same time as Topaz and Jughead and you kicked your kickstand down, hanging your helmet on your handlebar. Jughead led the two of you inside and you bit your lip nervously when you noticed FP’s motorcycle was home, which meant he was home as well. As you entered, you sat down on the couch and sighed.

“Do either of you want anything to drink?” Jughead offered, going to the kitchen.

“Sure, could I have a water, Jug?” You asked, resting your hand over the red, heated patch of skin on your arm. You had always had a habit of scratching your arm when you were nervous. You heard Jughead call your name and you turned and caught the water bottle he threw in your direction. “Thanks, Jones,”

You sipped your water contently until you heard heavy footsteps approach the three of you and you looked over to see FP. He was probably sleeping, considering he looked like he just rolled out of bed. “You didn’t tell me your friends were coming over, Jug.”

“We’re actually heading out in a few minutes,” He interjected and you bit your lip, taking the time to check FP out. He had taken a nap in a pair of jeans and a grey t-shirt with a flannel tossed over top.

“M’kay, just call me later so I know you’re alive,” Jughead nodded and grabbed his jacket and you felt a lump in your throat as you tried to think of a lie so you could buy yourself time alone.

“Actually, I might stay for a few, I have a few questions about my bike, I think your dad will be able to help,” You told Jughead, feeling your nerves increase by the second.

“Sure, sure. Meet us there, (y/n/n).” Jughead said as he tugged his jacket on, exiting the trailer with Toni.

You sighed and gently scratched at your arm and looked at FP. “You’re a terrible liar. I don’t know how Jughead didn’t catch that,” FP said with a chuckle, sitting next to you. “What’s going on? Do you not want to go out with them?” He questioned, nudging you lightly with his shoulder.

“I-well no, I do, I just..” You began but you couldn’t finish your sentence. Your stomach was in knots, your chest felt tight. This was it, you either confessed or forever hold your peace. He looked at you expectantly and you sighed, putting your head in your hands. “Just- I like you, a lot. And it’s not normal, FP. It’s not just a school-girl crush, I genuinely like you, and I care about you… I don’t know what to do.” You spouted off into your hands and you didn’t feel any better. The atmosphere just felt more tense after you confessed your feelings for the older man.

The room was silent for what felt like hours, even though it was mere minutes. “(y/n), you’re a teenager. I’m Jughead’s dad, hell, I’m old enough to be your dad.” You nodded and looked at him sadly and pressed your lips on his and pulled away when he sat still. “It’s wrong, (y/n). What you should do is find someone your age. This isn’t okay… Why don’t you go be with your friends,”

You held back your tears as you felt your heart break, standing up and exiting the trailer, defeated. WIth your helmet on, your tears struggled to trail down your face and you shook your head. You wouldn’t be able to make it to the quarry like this. You started the bike, kicked the kickstand up and rode the short way home. Once you arrived home, you felt relieved when you noticed a lack of cars, which meant your mother wasn’t home. You went inside and tossed your helmet and shoes off at the door and quickly moved to your room, laying down and crying over your first heartbreak. You felt your phone vibrate and you noticed it was Toni.

“Hey, (y/n/n), are you coming?”

“U-uh, no, I actually feel really sick… like I might vomit,” You weren’t completely lying, after having that horrific conversation, you felt like you might throw up your insides.

“Oh, okay. How about one of us stops by later?”

You felt obligated to accept, these were your best friends, “s-sure… have fun,” you said barely above a whisper before hanging up.

Toni had stopped by later that night and held you while you cried. She thought you were just crying from being sick, and you let her believe that.

For weeks you were sad and you became very distant with your friends, staying home and wallowing in your sorrows. They had become worried with you and decided to take you out to the Whyte Wyrm to comfort you.

“Topaz, I really don’t want to go-” you began until Toni cut you off.

“And I don’t care, you’re stuck inside moping around about something you can’t tell your best friends. You need to get out, (y/n),”

You rolled your eyes and nodded, standing up as Toni searched your closet for a outfit. As she reached the end, she grabbed a short skirt you never wore and smiled. “You’re wearing this,” She said, tossing it toward you with a cropped black band tee. You chuckled and changed into the outfit. You then slipped on black knee-high stockings and high heeled chunky boots. “Perfect,”

You blushed when you looked at your reflection. You hadn’t dressed like this in a long while, but you loved it. Your makeup had been done earlier since you had to hide your puffy eyes while you were at school. “Let’s go,” Toni grabbed your hand and dragged you out of your house. She was making you ride with her on her bike so you couldn’t ditch her later. You hopped on the back of her bike and she took you to the Wyrm. When you reached the bar, you felt sick. It was almost impossible you wouldn’t see FP tonight. You got off the bike and Toni frowned. “What’s wrong? Lighten up, (y/n/n),” She said gently rubbing her hand up and down on your back before leading you inside the familiar bar.

As you entered, Toni took you to your three other friends and you smiled weakly. Sweet Pea smiled, “welcome back, princess,” he joked, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You normally would ignore his flirting, but you enjoyed it at the moment. Leaning into his body, you listened to your friends as they began talking as they normally would. You felt relaxed and began to feel happier until you noticed FP from across the room. You frowned and looked up at Sweet Pea, biting your lip nervously before moving closer to him than before. “What’s going on, princess, finally falling for me?” He joked and flashed you a smile. You rolled your eyes and smiled back, shaking your head playfully.

“No way in hell, sweets,”

“You sure about that, princess? I bet I could prove you wrong,”

Normally, you would stop that there and go back to whatever you were doing, but you felt compelled to make FP jealous, make him know what he was missing. “Okay, then prove it,” The next moments consisted of his lips on yours, kissing you passionately and then abruptly pulling away. “I might need a bit more convincing,” You winked.

“Nope, nope, no more convincing here, this is turning into porn,” Jughead stopped the two of you and shot you a look of confusion. “Also, you’re into Sweet Pea, like our  Sweet Pea?” You shrugged and chuckled, Sweet Pea had always flirted with you, and the whole group found it hilarious since you never returned the attention. Yet, now that you were heartbroken, you were willing to delve deeper into his feelings.

Topaz laughed with Fangs, “I always knew you two would end up together at some point, you always had a thing ever since we were little.” You blushed and looked down. The two of you had just kissed, not asked each other out or gone on dates, just kissed. You slipped a glance over to FP and sighed since he seemed unphased. Unbeknownst to you, FP was pissed. He felt unusually jealous as you kissed Sweet Pea but he couldn’t bring himself to act on his emotions.

“Hey, let’s go dance,” you suggested, tugging on Sweet Pea’s jacket lightly. He smirked and nodded, walking with you to where other people had been dancing. You jokingly danced around to the song playing, laughing while he just watched you make a fool of yourself. You hadn’t felt happy since you had confessed your feeling for FP. The next song began to play and you clapped since you loved the song. When the beat dropped, you bent your knees and playfully twerked, your ass toward him as you did so. You giggled when he moved closer to you and you straightened up until he pulled your body against his and you began to grind on him. “That what you wanted, Pea?” you asked teasingly, swaying your hips. You didn’t receive a reply but you knew he was enjoying it and you stopped when the song stopped. You continued to playfully dance with him for a few songs before you decided to go back and join your friends again. Little did you know, as you danced with him, FP was watching with intensity, jealousy burning inside of him as he watched you. He was aware he was the one who denied your feelings, but it was for the best. At least he thought it was, but now, not so much.

“I think I just watched porn, straight up porn, starring my best friends.” Jughead said, shaking his head in disgust as you both sat down.

“Oops,” You said simply and shrugged, feeling a blush creep up on your cheeks. After a few hours, you covered your mouth as you yawned, “honestly, it’s getting pretty late. Topaz, want to take me back?”

“I could take you home, princess,” Sweet Pea offered and you nodded.

“Sure, that good with you, Toni?” You waited until she nodded and you smiled, walking out of the bar with Sweet Pea, leaving your friends behind, along with a jealous and regretful FP Jones.

Two months after the merging of the two schools, you grew much closer to Sweet Pea. You had become official, and were a power couple in the school, two serpents who were truly ride or dies for one another. Although you had pursued him as a rebound, you had revealed true feelings for him, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. He cared for you and you cared for him. You two were perfect for each other, you had a checks and balances system. You often controlled his anger, and he made sure you didn’t act out when you were upset since you were quite sensitive.

“Yo, (y/n)!” You heard Sweets call out and you turned around to face him as he approached you in the hallway.

“What’s up, baby?” You asked, kissing his cheek happily as you walked to lunch.

“Just wanted to see you,” He shrugged as you both walked outside to grab a lunch table with your friends. Fangs wasn’t here today, but Jughead and Toni were sitting with some of Jughead’s northsider friends. You shook your head and decided to sit with them since the had saved you a seat.

“Only one spot left, but I thought you guys could make do,” Toni said as she moved her bag from the spot. Sweet Pea sat down and pulled you onto his lap.

“If it isn’t the famous southside couple making an appearance today,” Veronica joked and you chuckled. She was right, neither of you would normally go to lunch, instead ditching to spend time alone or for you to take a nap since you always fell asleep in your classes if you didn’t.

“More like infamous,” Jughead corrected and you laughed.

“Hey, we aren’t that bad, Jug,”

“I beg to differ. (y/n), you two get in trouble all the time for skipping class together, or causing fights, or nearly fucking in the-”

You blushed and cut him off, “Okay, I get it, we’re a little much.” You giggled and turned your head to look at Sweet Pea. He was proud of you, proud to be reckless with you, and you loved it.

“Well, I’d like to hear this whole story about you getting caught nearly fucking somewhere?” Kevin asked and your eyes widened and you shook your head while the group laughed.

As per your tradition, you were meeting at Jughead’s trailer tonight before heading off to the quarry. You were in a crop top and short shorts, with your serpent jacket pulled over top. In this outfit, you could clearly see the serpent tattoo on your chest, directly above your heart. As you stood outside of his trailer, you approached the door and knocked until FP answered and you waved awkwardly. “Is Jughead home yet?”

“No, but come on in, he should be home soon,” you nodded and entered the trailer, sitting on the couch. You heard the sound of a motorcycle and you smiled, knowing it was Sweet Pea’s and you watched as he then entered the trailer, waving at FP before sitting next to you.

“Hey, baby,” you greeted, pecking his lips.

“Jug not here yet?” He questioned and you shook your head.

“Nope,” as you leaned into Sweet Pea’s chest, you felt FP’s eyes burning into you. You wished you felt validation from his possible jealousy, but you didn’t. Rather, you just brushed off the feeling of his stare and focused on Sweet Pea and his breathing. In an odd way, you were thankful for FP rejecting you. Although it broke your heart, and you will always have some feelings for him, no matter how small, it lead you to Sweet Pea. That heartbreak lead you to the person you loved.

When Jughead entered the trailer, he smiled when he noticed you two were already there. “Glad to see you aren’t ditching us,” he joked and you rolled your eyes.

“I would never,” you faked hurt and smiled as it was his turn to roll his eyes.

“I think Topaz and Fangs are meeting us there tonight since they were both caught up in something. So I guess it’s time to head out,”

You both stood up and followed Jughead out and you felt a weight lifted off your shoulders as you left the house. As if any pent up feelings for FP had left you as you left the house. Letting out a happy sigh, you looked over to Sweet Pea and smiled. You were very lucky.

[not-safe-for-bts]

Nice Try

DISCONTINUED

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader

Warnings: This is just some good anime inspired smut, death, gore, Sir kink tf is the name for that kink someone tell me, gang leader Jungkook, swearing

Summary: You are sent out to Seoul with one aim - kill Jeon Jungkook. But when he catches on to your plan, there is a punishment in store.

Masterlist

Part 1

Part 2

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“Seokjin.” You grumbled flatly, “I am not wearing this!”

You stepped out of the small dressing room, coming face to face with your boss, Seokjin. His eyes raked over your body as you stood before him. He had decided to make you wear something quite... well, to be blunt, small. This was only your undergarments and you already hated it. A strapless, white, see-through corset to push your waist in and keep your breasts looking large, a matching thong, stockings and the harness to go with them. On your left thigh, a holster was strapped into position. You crossed your arms, scowling at Seokjin who’s face had lusted over.

“Yah! Kim Seokjin!” You snapped your fingers in front of his face.

“I think you look... nice...”

“I swear to fucking god-“

“You need to wear something like this. That Jeon Jungkook makes sure all of his female employees are like this. It’s not just you.”

“What kind of pervert is he?! Jesus if I have to wear this, I can’t wait to fucking kill him.”

“Easy. You haven’t even gotten to the dress yet.”

“Dress?”

“You’re going to be a maid.”

Once you had put the dress on, you were definitely upset. It was a standard black dress, ending just below your knees. It had poofy shoulders which came in to constrict into tight sleeves down to your wrists. Seokjin had tied a white pinafore apron around your body and completed the dress. Finally came the boots you were relieved that Jin had settled with Doc Martens or you feared you may have gone insane and killed him instead. Arms folded, scowl on your face, you presented yourself to Jin.

He smiled and told you that you look almost perfect. Almost. He reached over you, placing a thick black headband around your head, leaving your bangs free and the rest of your hair pushed back slightly. Now, you were complete.

Finally finished with what you deemed a costume, you followed Seokjin out to his car and got into the passenger seat. Once he was in, Seokjin reached over and pulled the hem of your skirt up, causing you to shriek and backhand him around the face. He looked up, shocked.

“YAH!”

“What do you mean “YAH”?! You fucking-“

“I’m putting your gun in!”

“...oh... sorry.”

He brought out a standard pistol and pushed your dress up until the holster was revealed. He pushed the gun into place, making sure it was secure then sat back. You watched as he pushed his head back and rubbed his face where you had slapped him. You mumbled an apology. Then, you set off to Jeon Jungkook. It wasn’t a particularly long ride to the Jeon mansion, however, the nerves bundling in your stomach made it feel a lot longer than what it was. This was your first real mission and you were absolutely terrified. Jeon Jungkook was notorious for being ruthless and you were scared shitless of him finding out who you were and killing you. You had dealt with evil men before. Once, you had to sleep with a gang member, Kim Namjoon, and slip him a poison from your mouth to his. Another time, you had been an undercover escort, tasked with killing a playboy drugs mater, Min Yoongi. But you had never dealt with the likes of Jeon Jungkook. He was all of the men you had ever lured in and killed put together into one, evil, handsome, deceitful man.

Your thoughts were cut short when you pulled up outside the mansion gates. Seokjin announced that he couldn’t take you any further than this, so you were left to get out, send him one last look, then venture in. You straightened your dress as you walked closer to the mansion, taking in its beauty. A large fountain stood outside the structure, trimmed hedges lining the front garden. The house itself was humongous, made of flawless white concrete, old fashioned windows and having a red slate triangular roof. It was beautiful. Too beautiful. The wooden doors at the front of the house burst open and an old woman - probably of 50 or 60 - came rushing out to you. There was a panic written on her face. He held her dress up above her knees so that she could run towards you.

“Are you the new maid?!” She inquired, coming to a halt in front of you.

“Yes, I am.”

“Master Jeon is furious with you!” You gulped, “you were supposed to be here an hour and a half ago! Come on!”

She paced off and you rushed after her inside of the beautiful house. You had no time to take in the beauty as you were taking up and down halls, through a maze of rooms until you came to two beautiful wooden doors. She stopped, sorting her appearance out, then turned to make sure you looked perfect. Once ready, she knocked thrice and a muffled hello granted her permission to enter. She opened the door and stepped in, turning right to somebody sitting at that end of the room. She announced that you had been located and a gruff yet young voice ordered her to let you in. She quickly stepped aside and looked at you. Heart in your throat, you stepped inside, shuttling the door behind you. When you turned to face the man, you froze. You had seen the pictures of him that Seokjin had showed you pre-mission. You had seen his face millions of times on the news, smiling or growing. But in person... he looked ethereal. Despite the fact he was frowning at you, a dimple at one corner of his mouth, he was absolutely stunning. His black hair was pushed out of his forehead and his almond eyes were glaring at you. His chiselled jawline was pushed up, locked, lips in a tight line. His body was hugged by a black suit and white shirt, all crisp and fitting him perfectly. So this was Jeon Jungkook.

“Why were you late?” He asked, voice as soft as butter but as sharp as a knife.

“I...” you paused. Shit. “ I had trouble locating the house...”

“Sir.” The woman next to you hissed.

“Sir...” you repeated.

“If you can’t find the house, how are you supposed to find the things that I want?” He challenged.

“I’m sure that I can learn, Sir.” You bowed.

“Give me your name.”

“I-it’s [First]. Kim [First].” Seokjin had told you to give a fake surname. So, you took his.

“Age.”

“Twenty five, Sir.”

“So you’re only three years younger than me then?” This man was almost thirty?! He looked like a young adult, still!

“Yes, Sir.”

“Haerin, sort her out with her chores.” He ordered.

“Yes, Sir.” The woman next to you bowed.

~^*^~

Three weeks had passed into the mission and you had become accustomed to your chores. You flew by the day with ease, knowing exactly what to do, when to do it and how to do it. Haerin had been a big help, giving secrets away that were helping you determine when would be best to kill Jungkook. You had come to the conclusion that although he was very handsome and oozed authority, he was nothing short of a dick. He was rude to everybody, swore a lot, and worst of all objectified his staff. You had grown to hate him.

Currently, you were doing the washing, taking wet clothes outside to be hung on the many washing lines. As you placed the basket of wet clothes down, bending over, a gust caught a hold of your dress, blowing it high, showcasing your legs in the stockings, ass in the thong and unfortunately for you, the gun. You let out a shriek, standing up and whipping your hands to your behind to hold the dress down. You quickly looked around to make sure nobody was looking - you didn’t notice the person looking through the second floor window. For the rest of the day, you were on high alert, especially freaked out by Jeon constantly demanding you in his office to “talk”. He was asking personal questions about your family, your home, your academics. You had no clue why, but it worried you all the less.

Later that night, you stood outside in the garden and called Seokjin.

“Hello, Kim Seokjin, sex god.”

“Jin, shut the fuck up. This is serious.”

“What’s up?”

“Today, my dress blew up and showed my gun...” You began.

“Right-“

“I’m not done,” you snapped, “and ever since, Jeon’s been calling me into his office. I think he’s making a file on me. I think he’s catching on.”

“Right. You’ll need to go into his office and be sure. If he’s making notes on you, extract them. Finish your mission no later than midnight not tomorrow but the day after.”

“Alright.” You hung up, looking around again to make sure nobody was watching you. Yet again, you failed to miss the same set of eyes and ears observing you.

When the skies had darkened to black, you made your way back inside. The lights had been switched off and all of the staff had retired for the night. With quiet steps, you navigated around the mansion until you finally came to Jungkook’s office. You were all too familiar with his office, especially after today. Your eyes scanned up and down the hall and behind you, where a large area was cut out for sofas, then you pushed the door open and entered. The room was quiet except for the ticking of a clock and it was dark. You made your way over to Jungkook’s desk and began shuffling the papers between your fingers, looking for anything. There were files on drug transactions, hitmen, friends, enemies, and then at the very bottom - you. You scanned through, seeing all the lies you had created put onto sheets of paper and you picked them up. You made a b-line for the door. Once you were out, you made your way over to the cut out, and sighed. You pressed your head against the wall. When you turned around, you came face-to-face with Jeon Jungkook. Before a scream could leave your mouth, he had his hand pressed over your mouth and pushed you into the wall using the weight of his body.

“What do we have here?” He sneered, snatching the papers from your hand, “it’s not nice to steal from your boss, [First]... if that’s your real name.”

“It is.” Your voice was muffled.

“And just who are you - no lies.”

“I told you. I’m just-“ he pushed his hand harder into your face.

“Do you really want to lie to me?”

His hand began to snake up your leg, starting from your knee and creeping up your dress. Your eyes widened. His hand went under, snaking up the inside of your thigh. Slowly, his fingers traced the small exposed skin of your thigh, and then his hand moved to cup your clothed heat. Your breathing became rugged. Then, his hand suddenly moved, grabbing the holster and whipping the gun out. He jabbed it into your side and finally, you were ready to cry.

“You come to my house,” he hissed, “you lie to my face, and then you try to kill me. I should shoot you dead right here right now. Give me a reason not to.” Terrified, your eyes scanned his face for anything you could use. Then it hit you. The way that you had been trained to kill was using your femininity and sex. If you wanted to kill Jungkook, you were going to have to stop him from killing you... by fucking him. You had slept with Kim Namjoon, you had slept with playboy Min Yoongi, you had even performed oral on a newbie gang boss, Park Jimin before blowing his brains out with a gun while he came on your face. You pushed his hand away.

“You won’t kill me.” You allowed your voice to darken only slightly, “want to know how I know?”

“Enlighten me.”

“Because I know you want to fuck me.” It was a long shot, granted, but it seemed to work because the next thing you knew, Jungkook had smashed his lips to yours.