#basically this is something kind of lowkey bothering me lately and I needed to somehow get it out of my head so

[bonny-kookoo]

Good Girl [J.JK x Reader]🔞🌼

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, a lil angst

Warnings: dom/sub dynamics, dom!jungkook, sub!Reader, size kink, oral (f & m rec.), mild dd/lg themes, praise kink, cumplay, reader is a virgin, jungkook is lowkey a hoe, a lil heartbreak, Taehyung makes an appearance, long haired jungkook, mentions of harrassment, jungkook punches a guy, strength kink

Jeon Jungkook was known to have a specific type when it came to his partners; tall, gorgeous, dominant and older. It's not like he's a true blood baby boy; he's just too lazy to put any effort into his flings. When a new girl answers to his ad online searching for a roommate for his apartment to share rent and space however, he didn't quite expect such an innocent being to turn up at his doorstep with a box full of pastel colored belongings, ready to move in. And what he definitely didn't expect was his growing interest in her and the feeling of having her under him, all submissive and ready to be ruined.

Good Girl || Sweet Girl || Smart Girl || Brave Girl || Pretty Girl || Charming Girl || Enticing Girl || Bad Girl || ???

A wink was all he got from the woman who'd occupied his bed together with him last night as she walked out his bedroom door, seemingly knowing how to get out of his apartment. Jungkook ran his hand through his still sweaty hair, groaning after stretching his arms above his head, his mood seemingly sunkissed. He just finished an almost three hour sex-session after all; all without him providing any actual effort. His dick had seemed to be enough for her anyways, her face when she rode him happy, although he could really care less.

Reaching for his laptop near his bed, he didn't bother to put on any clothes for now, just wanting to check if he'd gotten any new E-Mails or messages, clicking through the casual nudes that constantly seemed to slip into his postbox. He cocked his head to the side however when he noticed that a website has notified him of an answer to his ad online; he'd put it up some time ago now after Taehyung, his former roommate, had to move out simply because Jungkook himself couldn't survive the older one's sleep shedule. Tae seemed to never sleep, waking the younger one up on a daily (and nightly) basis. He really tried to get along with him, both of them sharing a deep friendship, but god no, as a roommate he couldn't stand that guy. His rent however was something he struggled as well, so as much as he really wanted to live alone, he couldn't. He clicked the message on the website, his interest peaked.

"Hello. Is this AD still up to date? My name is Y/N, and I'm searching for a place because I'm starting to work close by soon, and its too expensive to take the bus for hours on end every day.. so uh, I don't know? I'm really good at cooking, and I promise I'll be so quiet and organized you won't even notice I'm there! I work at a restaurant nearby as a waitress- I mean, I'm going to, haha. Ugh, I hope you're okay sharing your apartment with a girl as well, I for my part don't have a problem with that! So, I guess, I'll wait for your reply?

Have a nice day!"

He scoffed a little, hovering over the delete button, but instead, he clicked her profile icon, opening the details. Her profile picture showed a white big dog, being hugged by what he assumed was her. He couldn't see her face however, half of her face above her nose cropped out to fit the entire dog instead. He could spot her clothes however; a top and skirt, flat shoes and sheer tights with white spots on them. His brows furrowed, how old was she? Her profile said she was about a year younger than him, every post she'd made up to this date about pet stuff, clothes who all seemed to follow a pastel-color scheme, and artwork you seemed to be selling. You were basically the definition of cute.

Fan-fucking-tastic. Hopefully you wouldn't be too upset when he denied your request, but somehow he thought it over. You said you could cook and you did seem like an organized person. Knowing what kind of effect he could have on people, he could probably scare the shit out of you and keep you around without really having to interact much; and rent was also due this month, so the sooner he found a roommate the better. "Fuck it." He said, and began to type his reply.

When his doorbell rang, he almost burned his hand with the hot water he currently used to make himself a cup of ramen, cursing loudly. Who the fuck wasn't home again so he had to take their package in? One day the old lady across the hall would find a dead rat or something in front of her door, he swore to himself. Ripping the door open with so much force he could feel a bit of wind gushing by, his eyes widened when he saw a similar face in front of him- well, a little below actually. He remembered your lips instantly for some awkward reason, having tried to maybe paint a picture of what you looked like entirely over the last few days. He would've never expected something like this however- you looked like a literal doll in his opinion, your eyes wide open and mouth a little parted, shiny lipgloss making him swallow. Wait, did he really forget that you said you wanted to move in today?!

"I uh.. I'm- I'm Y/N, we- I- the ad..?" You said, your voice sounding nothing like the woman he usually was around. He smirked a little, moving so you could step inside, food now definitely forgotten on the kitchen counter. He really should've at least cleaned up a little he thought. Whatever.

"Yeah, figured. There you go, thats your room. The keys and shit are on the matress, make sure you don't loose 'em." He simply said, before leaving you alone in your new home to settle down.

"What I'm trying to say is, Y/N, you and I, this could really be something!" Taehyung slurred into your ear, loud enough for Jungkook to hear. For some reason it pissed him off to no ends how close the older one seemed to be, constantly hitting on you like he was a starving man, even know half of town knew very well that he wasn't. He could see why; you were innocent, and Tae known to fool around a lot. You were a challenge, something new for him, and he would lie if he said that he wasn't interested as well. Oh he was; but he also had at least some manners left inside of him, contrary to popular belief not only thinking with his dick. Taehyung however was only out for fun, making Jungkook question if he should really let this continue.

He decided no.

"Alright you fucking whore, it's bedtime isn't it? I'll call you a cab." Taehyung groaned at the younger one's words, nodded his head however before looking at you with a smirk.

"Ah, what a shame. But if you wanna have some fun you know my number!" He said, as if he didn't just offer you sex. You blushed at this, not answering, making Jungkook watch you a bit. You really were something else. "Jungkookie, you're so nicee... If I was gay I would definitely suck your dick-" The younger in question made a disgusted yet amused face, putting a hand over the blue haired one's mouth.

"Yeah yeah, you pay me back though you fucker." He said, before going into the kitchen to make the call. Taehyung, being left alone with you again started with his questioning, as he had done the entire night.

"So, Y/N.." He said, dragging out the last syllable of your name playfully, making you shuffle around where you were sitting a bit. He certainly was a pretty attractive guy, but he also seemed to be very straightforward- something you always had struggled with, being more on the shy side. You looked at him, silently urging him to continue before taking a sip of your own beer- cherry flavored, simply because the regular was too bitter in your opinion. "What kind of toys do you use, heh?" He questioned, and you coughed suddenly. Taehyung laughed loudly at that, cooing when you calmed down slowly.

"Taehyung, stop harassing my roommate you fucking idiot. I need her to pay half of the rent-" He said, before sitting down next to you, raising one of his eyebrows at you. "And she also makes some killer lasagna. Kinda wanna keep that." He said, before laughing a bit. Even though Jungkook seemed to be pretty intimidating to you, he was actually a pretty good guy to have around. You both barely ever fought, and overall you could almost see yourself falling for him too- he had the looks after all. But his habit of bringing people over just to satisfy himself was something that made you keep some distance between you both. He wasn't someone to settle down- let alone with someone like you. You were pretty much the exact opposite of what he seemed to like.

Sending Tae home was easier than you both thought. Not being able to go to bed you both decided to watch some late night shows while casually talking- something that wasn't uncommon between you two. Just when you seemed to have gotten comfortable again, Jungkook couldn't help but tease you again.

"So, what Toys do you use, heh?" He said, laughing with his head thrown back afterwards at your red face. This would certainly never get old in his opinion. Just as he was about to apologize and tell you you didn't have to answer, your voice was heard, however.

"None." You said, and his eyes widened at that. "What? Do I look like I do these things to you?" You asked, and he cocked his head to the side a bit, scanning you obviously. He shrugged, and you began to pout, moving to wrap your pastel pink blanket around yourself. "I don't even know how to buy one. That stuff is just.. don't know. Gross." You said, and Jungkook turned on the couch, body facing you now, his interest sparked.

"Gross? So you never had sex before?" He said, and you went silent. Were you serious right now? You were an angel in his eyes, body proportions almost perfect, hell, even your slight imperfections were adorable in his eyes. Up until now he had been sure that you at least have had your fair share of experience, but a virgin? His world was suddenly turned upside down. "Well.. that's something I didn't expect." He said, making you raise your eyebrows at him. "You're hot. Thats why. Oh well." He said, missing the way your eyes widened at that. "I'm gonna go to bed now. Goodnight." He simply said, and you answered with a short 'goodnight' as well- still a bit surprised by his statement. Jungkook thought.. you were attractive?

He'd somehow gotten used to you, how you would leave your pastel pink but admittedly really soft blanket in a pile on one edge of the couch in the living room, how you sometimes left your toothbrush in the sink when you'd been in a hurry, or how you would hum to a song, not knowing he could hear you very clearly. Maybe he really did go soft after living with you for a while. He still didn't know himself why he got so upset with Taehyung the day prior; was he really being selfish? He was protecting you, nothing more. Taehyung was everything but a gentle lover, jungkook just knew he'd break you for sure, not to mention that you already stated how much you despised one night stands, which were practically Taehyungs speciality. He was just looking after you, nothing more.

The more he thought about it however, the more problematic the entire plan became.

But even now, while the young woman whose name he had already forgotten was giving it her all sucking his dick, all that seemed to swim around in his head were the events of the previous evening; how innocent and embarrassed you looked at him when you told him you'd never bought, let alone use a toy before. Surely you'd be someone to enjoy a good vibrator he thought, maybe as a gag he could buy you one? Oh how enchanting you'd look, spread out on his mattress while he would edge you over and over until you'd be crying, begging for his mercy. He would praise you for taking it so well, for being so good for him and only him, and he just knew you would blush. Instead of rushing to his own satisfaction, he would go slow, agonizingly slow, just to see how far he could push you. He would feast on you like a predator on his prey, pull you close so you had no chance of escaping him, he would trace every curve of your skin, gently, as if to make up for the bruises and Mark's he would surely leave all over you to feed his inner need to claim you, even though he would never let anyone see you like this while he was alive and breathing anyways. He just knew you would fit perfectly underneath him, his body covering you and shielding you away from the world around. Would you be able to take all of him? He probably would have to stretch you real good before even thinking about pushing his dick inside you, yet he just knows you would somehow make him proud and take it all, and he would continue his praises, telling you what a good girl you are.

He almost laughed at the situation, he really was in deep, wasn't he? Frustrated and confused he started to picture someone else entirely kneeled between his legs on the floor, how you'd bat your eyelashes at him like the fucking angel you were instead of the girl currently there, and that thought alone gave him the final push to shoot his load down the strangers throat, who moaned obscenely at the feeling. Usually he would be aroused, ready for more, but the sound of someone who wasn't his little roommate ripped him out of his daydream. This couldn't go on like that. Sending the lady out without many words, he decided that he just needed to fuck you, and all would be good again. He was just curious. Nothing else. He just needed to satiate his hunger and he could go back to normal.

How would he be able to do this without ending up hurting you? No matter how big his hunger for you was, he also considered you somewhat of a friend. He remembered when you came home crying one time after a bad day at work, and how he wanted to hold you, shielding you from any harm, making you feel safe. Because that's what he, and only he could do in his opinion. No matter what, he'd protect you, as weird as that sounded. Shit.

He really had a crush on you.

Unknowing to him you always held your hands over your ears whenever he brought home a different girl, not being able to listen to his moans mixed with someone else's. You were slowly beginning to regret moving in, already starting to think about maybe searching for a different apartment. But the rent was cheap, your room big, and his company relaxing when he wasn't busy being buried in someone he couldn't even remember after a day or two. Somehow tears were leaking out of your eyes, and you took your hands down from the sides of your head to wipe them away, careful to be as silent as possible as to not alert him that you were awake, well aware of the shower turning on. You did notice however how his sessions became shorter and shorter, always seeming to end sudden instead of usual. But the more you thought of it, the more angry at yourself for falling for this manwhore you became. You really should hate him- but you couldn't.

Tonight was definetely the prime example of why you didn't go into clubs. The sheer amount of people around you, the smell of sweat and cheap cologne and perfume all around made you feel like a headache was inevitable. Why were you here again? Oh yes. You followed Taehyungs advice and 'tried to make friends' instad of looming around your apartment all day. But right now you just really wished you stayed home instead of going here.

Sure, you liked your coworkers, and they seemed nice and everything, but if you were being honest, they're definition of fun was entirely not yours. You began to feel cramped up in the large club, making you desperately pull your phone out of your pocket, texting Jungkook in hopes he could save you from this god forsaken torment they called a club.

  Minutes later, after Jungkook oh so gentlemanly told you to pick you up, you stood in front of that said location, waiting for his cheap but admittedly nice car to pull up. Sadly, someone else seemed to be way more intent on bringing you home- a young man your age, attractive, yes, but also heavily intoxicated. He had already eyed you up inside the building you noticed, yet hadn't made a move towards you. Now however, he seemed more determined than ever.

"Lets go home baby, I swear you won't regret-" He started, but you moved away from him, clenching onto your little handbag in order to at least keep your belongings safe if he tried anything else. Suddenly both your figures were drowned in the warm light of Jungkook's car lights- you immediately recognized them simply by the fact that one was brighter than the other, something you always told him, yet he always waved you off, telling you that both were doing just fine, even though his left light was clearly almost dead. Typical him, you thought. Yet right now, you couldn't be happier to see him.

He however, did not seem happy at all. His face was serious, his wavy hair hanging a little over his eyes, steps fast and strong enough that you could hear his black boots almost crush the slight gravel of the parking lot. "Fuck off sunnyboy and go back inside." He simply yelled out, having already seen how uncomfortable you were with the stranger so close to you. Jungkook wasn't someone to blindly punch someone, that said however, he couldn't contain himself once he saw the guy reaching out for your arm, your figure instinctively scrambling to get behind Jungkooks way larger body. He didn't even notice his fist connecting with the strangers face, simply leading you by the small of your back inside his car, driving home without any more words.

You were not to be touched by someone so dirty like this young man who didn't even knew his own limits it seemed.

Yet you were completely confused now. Maybe, if you were now the reason he got into physical fights, you should make a decision.

The next morning, sitting down at the kitchen table, you watched Jungkook filling your bowl with cereal as well- lucky charms for you, and chocolate chips for him. It became somewhat of a routine since you both woke up roughly around the same time, sharing breakfast was common. The best moment in your opinion to pop the bomb.

"I'm moving out." You said softly, fiddling with your fingers in your lap, leg nervously bouncing up and down. Why did this feel like you were breaking up with him? You both would've ended up going separate ways sooner or later anyways- so he would probably just nod, ask when, and that would be it. He was someone who didn't bother much. But the second you said it, he turned around completely shocked, suddenly very much awake.

"Why? Did I do something?" He asked, sounding genuinely offended for some reason you couldn't come up with. In his mind, scenario over scenario started to play, as if he wanted to search for something he may have said or done to make you so upset that you didn't want to live with him anymore. He knew he shouldn't be so upset over it, since you and him were merely roommates, friends who shared an apartment, nothing more, but he never really expected you to come up with it so sudden. Or maybe you had a boyfriend? What if it was Taehyung, and you just didn't tell him? He would rip that fucker's stupid blue hair out, he knew-

"No. I- not reall-" You sighed, setting your elbows on the kitchen table before letting your head fall into your hands. "Actually yes, you did." You started, looking at him, but unable to hold eye contact with the now completely confused curly haired boy in front of you. "You.. uh.. I cant sleep. Your, 'guests', the walls aren't really soundproof and like, I really- and just.. ugh this is so awkward, please don't make me say it-" You said, groaning the rest of your sentence before stubbornly shoving your back against the chair, throwing your legs back and forth viciously, reminding Jungkook of a kid who was close to throwing a tantrum. Even though this was definitely not the time to think about you laid out over his leg, his hand hitting your perfectly shaped butt until it was red just to punish you for being such a brat, exactly this picture began to form in the back of his head. He hated himself somehow, really. But somehow instead of accepting your decision, he moved to stand at the table, hands on top of it, eyes searching yours.

"Say it Y/N. You know I hate when I have to pull thing out your throat sweetheart." He didn't intend on using the nickname, but somehow he threw his hesitation out the window. If you really were fooling around with someone, someone who wasn't him he wanted to know- and even if you didn't share that information with him, you would move out anyways, so why hold back anymore? You shook your head at him, avoiding his gaze, and he clicked his tongue, patience slowly thinning out. "Spit it out." He said again, but he still got no reaction. His hand seemed to move without his consent when he suddenly found his fingers on your chin, moving your head to force your attention towards him. "Speak the fuck up, I swear to god." He said, voice dropping down lower, and somehow you seemed as if bewitched.

Maybe it was the way he stood there, how he still held your chin, or how intensely he looked at you, but words dropped out of your mouth as if you drank harry potters truth potion. "I cant stand that you let these girls touch you, that they can get you so easily and you just look past me a- and I really tried you know, because Taehyung said you liked mature girls more so I tried to do that, but he lied to me, you don't notice me at all, you're so mean you-" He shut your mouth with his mouth, trying to process the information he just received, yet it seemed like it was too much at once. You were.. jealous? And what kind of stupid advice was Taehyung giving away, that fucker? It was true that he liked his women to be confident and mature, but that was just so they knew what they were doing, and he didn't need to put so much effort into something he could get so easily.

"So you were jealous?" He said, a small smirk creeping up on him, cooing at you internally when you shook your head, face red. "If you wanted me to fuck you, you could've just asked. Geez." He said, but instead of being relieved, your shoulders sagged down. "What?" He asked, and you mumbled to him.

"Because I don't want just that one time stuff you do." Jungkook looked at you, eyes softening at your somehow-confession. He just put together the pieces in his head, and it did make sense. You were practically attached to him wherever he took you, always seemingly glowing whenever his attention was on you. He was as much as a dense head than you were, and he couldn't help but pull out a chair and sitting down, patting his legs as an invitation.

"Good, because I don't want that either. And I don't share either." He said, and looked at you gently, but with a deep darkness behind his eyes. "Trust me baby, you can sit down now and I promise you'll be the only one to have me- or you can move out and go on with your life." He almost laughed at the way it suddenly clicked in your head on what he was offering, suddenly jumping up and sitting on his thighs, legs on either side of his body. He looked down at you, a divine picture coming to life. His hands were placed on the exposed skin under your skirt, slowly sliding over the soft skin until his fingers felt the seam of your tights- those goddamn things he'd wanted to rip off of you so badly these past days. "You can touch me, you know?" He said lowly, and you noticed how awkward you must've looked for a second, seated on his lap with your hands in front of you, unsure where to put them. Just to ground yourself, your fingers began to play with his shirt, and he had to swallow the laugh that wanted to break free. "You don't have to do this, you know? I'm fine with waiting-" He began, but you immediately shook your head, however, at loss for words. He smiled again, dangerously so you noticed. His head dipped down, finally touching your skin on your neck with his lips, leaving open mouthed kisses under your earlobe down to the crook, hands moving over your clothes already mapping out your body in his mind, one hand pulling down one side of your soft fleece jacket you wore, pulling down your shirt as well, so he could softly nip at your shoulder, making you gasp oh so cutely at his actions. His hands didn't stop however, moving over your chest, kneading both of your breasts softly, as if he would hurt you if he used too much strength- which was probably the case. He already loved how bis his hands looked running over your body, how your hands held his shirt in fists, eyes closed, yet not because of fear; you looked serene to him, face showing him the soft pleasure you felt. He suddenly moved you a little, making you straddle one of his leg, core pushed against his thigh. "Let's start slow, yeah?" He asked, whispering words into your ear, lips never parting from you. He slowly began to move your hips, urging you to simply follow what you thought felt best to you. "Use me baby. Get off on my thigh." You whined at that, slowly starting to move more and more boldly, and he decided that he was officially a goner. Even if you didn't want him after whatever may be happening, he knew he could never go back. The way you squeezed your eyes shut every now and then, moving back and forth yet always a bit helpless, showing how inexperienced you were. He could feel the wet patch forming on his jeans, his hands moving you a bit faster, before you let your head fall onto his shoulder, making him chuckle. "What is it baby? Do you need help, hm?" He said, a bit mockingly even, and you nodded into his shoulder. "Tell me what you need then. What do you want, princess?" He said, running his hands over your back, feeling your bodyheat through your clothes.

"wanna get the same.. as the others.." You mumbled, unsure what you were even asking for. Jungkook however simply smiled, suddenly lifting you up, hands under your behind carrying you to his room, before finally letting you fall onto his mattress, laughing when your body jumped a little, making you squeak so cutely. He smiled, crawling over you, his fantasy finally coming to life- you looked so lost under him, so utterly defenseless he could swear he could feel something primal awake inside him- and that was not his dick, which already strained against his jeans, impatient.

"Ah but Baby.." He began, taking off your soft jacket before his hands traced your bare arms until he moved them under your shirt, feeling your skin underneath his fingers. "You're my special girl.." He began to lift your shirt up, helping you out of it before he got rid of your skirt as well, chuckling at your cute lacey underwear, which was so typically you. So innocent, yet so arousing, how you squirmed underneath him in nothing but those pastel colored undergarments. "And special girls get special treatments.." His words were low, soft spoken yet with a rough edge to his tone, a natural feature of his voice that you've come to love. You couldn't even begin to paint out a picture of what he was talking about- sure, you have seen your fair share of adult films, you weren't a kid after all- but up until this moment, up until you met Jungkook, you've never really thought about what you could like when it came to these things. Even in your thoughts you felt shy saying any profanities out loud, how could you expect to know about kinks? "But only if you can behave for me, but you can do that right?" He said, unhooking your bra behind your back with ease and interrupting your inner talk with yourself. "You'll be my good girl, yeah?" He said, and you just viciously nodded, already growing frustrated, and oh how he loved it. This was how he had pictured you. If he had known before that this was what it felt like to have control over someone, he would've never done anything else if he was honest; but then again, you really were a special girl to him. The way you suddenly mewled when his hand cupped your heat, giving you a little pressure just to tease you even further almost caught him off guard. God have mercy on his soul, you were so sensitive to him, and it dawned on him again that he was making you this way. He was the first to- and he would make sure he'd be the only one as well. All those noises tumbling out of between your lips were only his to hear. His breathing peaked up at the view he had, how you began to impatiently rut into his hand, needy for more than he was giving you. He leaned back, finally getting rid of his own clothes as well to your satisfaction, lazily throwing his opened flannel as well as his white shirt somewhere on the floor in his room, and you couldn't help but stare. Truth be told, you didn't really know what to expect of him if you were honest, his constant gym visits giving you the impression that he had to be extremely fit, yet his habit of consuming more than two cups of ramen easily spoke differently. He was, in your eyes, the perfect in-between- he definetely was fit, his abs visible to your eyes, yet he didn't look like those over-achievers you sometimes saw walking around the same gym whenever you met him there to go home together. The way his muscles flexed at every move when he loomed over you again made you want to touch him, yet your shy side forbade you. He chuckled again. "You can touch what's yours all you want, you know?" He said, before he began to place his hand back onto your chest, his breath hot on your collarbone where he placed his kisses again, already hooked on your taste. His other, tattooed hand found its way back to your core, feeling the dampness there with amusement. You were more than what he'd imagined. Slowly he got rid of that barrier however, leaving your tights on for his own pleasure and maybe also for the aesthetic of it, his digits circling around your sensitive bud, making you squeal again, putting your hands over your mouth to keep your voice down. He clicked his tongue at this, moving them to lay right under the small of your back. "Be good and keep them there, yeah?" He said, and you looked away.

"But its- thats emb-" You couldn't even finish the beginning of your rant before he went back to his task at hand, sitting back before moving your legs to spread obscenely over his thighs simply to catch a glimpse of your glistening center, before he placed his body over yours again, hand now roughly circling in delicious eights around your clit, making you gasp out.

"Nothing you do is embarrassing, you hear me. If anything its fucking hot how you can be so fucking adorable even with my hand between your legs, doll." He said, before dipping a finger into you, making you move a bit at the foreign feeling. "Gotta stretch you out babygirl.." He said lowly, careful not to get too fast. His second finger joined in, and he could feel how tight you were around them, already clenching a bit as well, making his mouth water, but also growing a bit of worry in the back of his mind. Usually he was quite cocky about his overly average qualities down in his pants, but now he was genuinely concerned to hurt you with it. This was definitely a first for him. "Baby you're so small.. I don't think you can take it.." He said, a bit of a teasing undertone to his words as well. "See? You're already squeezing my fingers so hard princess, how could my dick ever fit inside huh?" He said, contrary to his otherwise rough nature keeping his movements gentle and slow enough for you to adjust without causing much pain. He could see the slight discomfort in your eyes, yet you suddenly shook your head, voice whiny.

"Uh-uh.." You mumbled, and he laughed a bit at that. "can take it.." You said bratty as ever, feeding his ego to no ends. "Wanna have it- you.. you gon' give it right? 'm good.." You said, having troubles keeping your hands under your back just like he told you to, grabbing the sheets underneath you instead to have something to keep yourself grounded.

Jungkook couldn't stop smiling. You didn't even know what you were asking for, yet you seemed so drowned in trust with him, that you simply gave him the right to do anything he wanted with you. "You sure?" He said, and smiled at the way you nodded again with your eyes closed. He moved away after that, shedding his pants before he walked over to his bedside table, fishing out a condom, before moving back to you, your eyes now on him, or more than that, on his very apparent bulge his boxers failed to conceal. Maybe you really did ask for more than you could take. Quite literally. Sensing your growing uneasiness he simply discarded his underwear, cock finally springing free, slapping soundlessly against his abdomen before he sat between your legs again. You made grabby hands for the foil package in his hands, somehow wanting to slip it onto him, yet he shook his head amused. "Nuh-uh baby. I'm afraid if you touch me right now I'll just embarrass myself and come straight away." He said, and you giggled at that. The sound of it brought him back at ease, his little joke having helped to calm you down at least a little bit. He knew this was a big thing, especially for someone like you- and it made him feel even a bit pressured if he was honest. He was slow when he dipped his head inside, your body instinctively trying to move away a bit, but you forced yourself to stay still, eyes now pressed close. Moving around a bit he kept one hand around the base of himself, the other steadying himself next to your shoulder, kissing you on your lips for the first time since you both started, surprising you enough to not notice how he somehow began to glide into you with the help of your arousal and the lubricant of the condom around him. He groaned, the first actual noise he'd made you could tie to his pleasure, and your breathing picked up once you noticed how full you felt. Gasping several times he suddenly started to laugh, making you giggle as well, even though you didn't knew what was so funny in that situation. "God- ugh.. your- fuck you're tight.." He pressed out, fighting hard against his hips' own mind yelling at him to move, to wreck you, to utterly ruin you. But he couldn't allow himself to do that- reassuring himself that he would have time for that at a later date. He slowly started to move around after he calmed down enough, keeping his speed down to keep it gentle for you. "I- fuck.." He started, having to talk to stretch his patience out, and to also ease your mild pain a little bit. "Let's- ugh.. Let's go on a date tomorrow, yeah? I.. god-" He said, and you nodded, moaning in your delicate pitch he oh so loved. "Gonna be all romantic and shit- fuck- gonna treat you like- for Mcdonald's or some shit." He said, making you both laugh between gasps of pleasure, your hands suddenly frantically moving around the sheets, legs shaking as he began to speed up his pace. You didn't knew what an orgasm would feel like, or how you knew you would have one, but you gasped, chocking on unshed tears in frustration as you noticed that you couldn't tumble over that delicious edge, and Jungkook noticed, cooing at you. "Ah, my baby can't come without her little clit being touched?" He said, kissing the side of your neck, biting the skin teasingly before sucking a hickey on your collarbone, his hands now grabbing yours, fingers intertwining with his, before moving them around his neck, sensing how you wanted to be closer to him, even though that hardly seemed possible. "Come for me baby, you can do it." He said, kissing your shoulder as if to make up for his mark he'd left, his hand now reaching between your bodies, only needing to put a bit of pressure on your little nub to send you flying. You moaned out loud, uncaring on how you sounded, clinging onto him for dear life, his own release making him groan out as well.

He could feel your body trembling, your breathing still fast. He waited for a moment or two for himself to soften up so he could pull out gently- your still slightly clenching hole almost pushing his dick out of yourself. You whined at the empty feeling, and he hushed you gently, moving around so he was sitting up against his headboard, your body on his lap, head on his shoulder. His hand moved back and forth over your spine, the other keeping your body steadily against him. "You did so, so good baby." He gently whispered between your breaths still coming out a little faster than they should. "To be honest I actually was kind of worried you wouldn't be able to take it. I'm impressed princess." He said, making you giggle. You still weren't quite back yet, still bathing in your own afterglow, and he simply waited for you to calm down- slowly becoming aware of your surroundings again.

"Hey, Jungkookie.." You started with that nickname Taehyung always teased him with, yet you would get away with it anytime on his watch. He simply moved his head to look at you, even if you weren't at him. "Did you.. like, mean it? Are we.. a couple now, or?" You started a bit too softly, yet you didn't have to be scared of his answer to that.

He took a deep breath, before yawning a bit. "If you want us to be. I know I want to." He started, brushing some hair away from your eyes. You looked at him, big eyes so innocent like he didn't just fuck you into his mattress literally minutes ago.

"I want to!" You immediately said, making him chuckle and place a kiss on your nose, receiving a giggle at that, before you tensed up. He raised his eyebrows at that, before you looked at him surprised. "My legs are all- tingly.. Jungkook did you break me- HEY don't laugh!" You said, but he couldn't help himself.

He threw his head back, laughing his admittedly cute open laugh, before wrapping his arms around your body. "God I love you." He simply said, making you smile.

"Hey Jungkookie?" You said after a bit.

"Yeah Princess?" He answered.

"That McDonald's date still stands, right?" You said with a small voice, making him snort.

"Anything you want princess. Anything you want."

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[petals42]

been so long and now...

Alright, not writing the fic but this is the fic I want to read for julie and the phantoms (okay updated note: I wrote it basically). Going to try to keep this quick (LOL it’s 7k). We’re starting after season 1 here.

[7k, Reggie-centric, Julie POV, child abuse mention, Ray is a good dad.]

Alright, the boys can now touch Julie (sometimes) and can still be seen when playing music, but other than that, it’s not super clear how much actually changes. And after that day in the garage, life seems to even out a bit. Which means Alex is off looking for Willie and Luke and Julie are spending a lot more time writing music together (and okay, maybe that’s new but if both of them ignore it, it's fine) and Reggie is back to hanging out with Ray. 

Ray can’t hear him or see him and the conversations are by necessity very one sided. Either Reggie filling Ray in on his day slash his ideas on ghosthood or Ray talking to himself/the computer but somehow it becomes fairly commonplace for Julie to walk downstairs and find her dad talking to (around?) her dead teenage bandmate. And there are times, sure, where she is like is this weird?? Should i say something about this??? But Reggie is kind of being left on his own a lot and she never really wanted to listen to her dad mutter about cameras and if that’s how Reggie wants to fill his days then… well that’s not her business. Neither party seems to mind. Probably because her dad doesn’t actually know.

Of course, the Julie-magic power does eventually start working more and more and then Carlos knows they are ghosts and then her dad hears them talking in Julie’s room when Luke accidentally starts humming and then catches a glimpse of them in garage when there’s no lights on so he doesn’t see how the hologram is working and--

“It’s time to tell him, I think,” Julie says to the boys and Luke nods and looks excited and Alex twists his hands around his drumsticks the way he does when he is a little anxious (but mostly okay) and when Julie glances over at Reggie, she expects that large megawatt smile that he directs at Flynn or Carlos but instead, he looks even more uncertain than Alex.

“I dunno,” he says, one shoulder raised. “I feel like we have an okay system?”

His concerns get drowned out by Luke and Alex and Julie herself pointing out that her dad is in photography, at some point he is going to realize that this hologram technology does not obey the laws of physics and/or light, plus he keeps almost seeing them just around his house and…

They play a song to tell her dad and lately, the boys have been able to be seen longer and longer, especially when they are just in the studio and don’t officially bow so once her dad gets over the initial shock (which, admittedly, takes him a little longer than Flynn or Carlos), there are introductions and--

Julie finds herself glancing at Reggie the whole time. Waiting for him to bound forward and say that actually he knows all about Ray and actually they’ve hung out quite a bit and actually, it was him that’s been slowly doing the puzzle with Ray in the corner room and maybe the other boys do too because there are a lot more awkward pauses that she thought there would be but Luke seems to realize it halfway through so suddenly he is taking the lead (and maybe trying to impress her father like omg what???) and so it kind of gets forgotten. (especially afterwards, in her room, when her dad lowkey tries to grill her about her relationship with these boys and she doesn’t have good answers and ugggggh maybe they should’ve stayed holograms).

Anyway, things are still mostly normal after that. The boys are not often seen or visible (except more and more to Flynn and sometimes Carlos) and so Reggie is often back to hanging around her dad and one time Julie does ask him “Do you let him know that you’re here?” and “Oh no,” Reggie says. “I wouldn’t want to bother him.” And Julie guesses that’s true, Reggie is normally chilling with her dad when he is editing photos so, alright. Again, she has lots of other things going on. There isn’t much point in digging into this.

Except then-- then the boys start being seen more and more around the whole house. It starts in the studio and then sort of spreads and it’s a weird new normal for sure, them still walking through walls whenever they want so you can’t forget they’re ghosts, but you sure can see them around a lot. And if Julie is around and can make them solid, they can eat and so it become a not rare occurrence to have the boys come eat dinner 2ish times a week or at least try to (Julie’s “powers” only work about a fourth of the time, to be honest, but they can be seen so they usually hang around.)

And right around when that becomes common place, suddenly Reggie stops hanging out with Ray.

I mean, it’s not something that Julie notices right away but suddenly Reggie is around the studio a lot more and sometimes she assumes he is in the house only to find out he has been hanging by the beach or with Alex and Willie and there’s no real reason for worry but it sort of… lurks in the back of Julie’s mind. A weird sense that something isn’t quite right there, that Reggie used to love hanging around her dad and giving her dad full reports of their days and, okay, maybe it was weird but still… it bothered her. Now that it was gone. 

And then, her dad asks her about it.

Not directly, but he comes sort of frowning into her room, asking if the boys are okay, and “yeah, why?” Julie says and..

“Oh, I dunno,” her dad answers, looking over his shoulder and drumming his fingers against his thigh. “It just feels… I don’t know, the house feels empty? Like… sometimes I think there should be someone and-- you know what, nevermind. It’s probably in my head.”

“No, no,” Julie says because she’s lied to her dad enough. “You’re right. I mean, Reggie used to hang out in the house all the time.”

“Reggie,” her dad says. “The bassist. He did?”

“Yeah, he was probably… what you were sensing.” and Julie has an awful moment of wondering if her dad thought that presence around him was her mom and if Reggie being more busy with other things was like losing someone all over again and--

“That’s what that was!” her dad sounds happy. And relieved. “Sorry. Who. Who that was. I thought I was going crazy.”

“No,” Julie shakes her head. “He’s real. And he was around a lot.”

“Hm,” Ray says and turns to leave. Then turns. “You know…  he’s still welcome, you know? Unless you guys are practicing more…”

“I’ll tell him,” Julie laughs. And then shoos her dad out because she has got to work on this chemistry homework and sometimes it sucks -- having three ghost bandmates who should be in high school but who never have to do anything and don’t even try to help her and--

*^*^*^

“Hey,” Julie says, plopping down next to Reggie on the couch. It’s a few days later but this is the first time they’ve been alone-- Luke and Alex, realizing they were solid enough to go eat and running for the kitchen, Reggie opting to stay behind.

“Hi, Jules!” Reggie says and he doesn’t seem any different. With her and the band, he talks just as much as always, big bright smile, whining about the need for a country song, laughing at all their mishaps.

“I have a question.”

“What’s up?” He twists to face her, giving her all his attention. He does that, she realizes. Focuses on her. All the boys do, to some extent, but with different energies. Reggie’s is the biggest, she thinks. Honest and open.

“So… I’ve sorta noticed that you haven’t been hanging out with my dad as much anymore?” Julie tries to keep her tone casual. She’s not accusing him. She’s just… curious.

“Oh,” Reggie says and his head tilts as if confused by her confusion. “Well, yeah.”

There’s a beat. Julie thinks Reggie is going to keep talking. Reggie does not. Reggie turns back to where he was tuning his bass. “Uh, why?” she finally asks.

Reggie frowns at her. “Well, he can see and hear us now,” he says, as if this is very obvious. 

“So?”

“So like… I don’t want to bother him,” Reggie says. “He does a lot of work during the day. It was one thing when he couldn’t hear or see me but now you know… I’m annoying.”

It’s Julie’s turn to frown, even though Reggie is already looking down again. There’s something about the way he says it, I’m annoying that bothers her. He says it as if it is an obvious fact. As if everybody knows it. As if it’s true. 

“You’re not annoying,” she says. “I don’t think you’re annoying.”

He blinks at her. “Well, no, you don’t,” he allows. “And Luke and Alex don’t. Most of the time.”

“And Flynn and Carlos,” she adds.

“Most of the time. But still, see, all kids. Teens,” Reggie says. “But old people… parents are different. You have to--”

He cuts himself off and for a moment, his hand grips the neck of his bass tightly and there is a tension in his shoulders and suddenly Julie thinks she maybe is in a little too deep here. She doesn’t want to upset him. 

“You’re dad is really nice but he still… It’s different,” he says and he shoots another smile at her, but it’s tight and fake and he jumps up the moment Alex and Luke burst back into the studio.

“So close,” Alex mutters as they come back in. “I had the sandwich IN MY HANDS.”

“Dumb choice,” Luke says, mouth still clearly full of something. “You gotta just hit the snacks, my friend. Focus on what’s quick and easy.”

The boys all head for their instruments and the moment is passing, Julie knows, and she also knows she now has clues that maybe she should put together but she doesn’t have time and why couldn’t her powers last just a little longer this one time? But-

“You should still go hang out with him again,” she tells Reggie as Luke starts tuning up and Alex gets settled behind his drums. “He misses you.”

There’s no time for Reggie to ask any questions but his frown of confusion as she turns away says it all. 

*^*^*^

It grows, this curiosity and she realizes she doesn’t know much about Reggie’s parents. Luke’s, she obviously knows very well and she knows the story very well and she has heard enough about Alex’s to know that they are not worth seeking out but Reggie’s…

She’s never even heard him mention them. Not even in all their conversations about Luke’s. And this is a sensitive topic for all the boys and she doesn’t know how much to push or even whether to push so--

“What were Reggie’s parents like?” she blurts one day. Luke startles and looks up at her and that’s fair as they had been in the middle of writing a song and there was no reason for her to ask. 

“What?” Luke says and she gets to watch as he tries to switch his brain over from music-mode to conversation-mode.

“Reggie’s parents,” she repeats. “What were they like?”

And she knows she’s hit on something when Luke’s head goes down and his shoulders come up and “I dunno,” he says. “It’s… we didn’t hang out there that much.”

“But you must know something?” Julie presses. “Like… did they ever come to see you guys play?”

“No,” Luke says and he’s leaning further away, eyes cutting to the door. “Look, I--”

“Were they against him playing music?”

“Uh- I don’t… Why are you asking?”

The question forces Julie to pause. And she chews her bottom lips as she tries to figure out the answer. Why is she asking? What does she think? What does she actually need to know?

“I don’t know,” she admits. “I just… he’s never even mentioned them.”

“Well, then… we probably shouldn’t talk about it,” Luke says and that’s fair, she knows it is, but she can’t help if she doesn’t have some information. And going to Luke was at least better than just googling. 

“So there is something to talk about,” she says softly. 

“No, I don’t… look,” Luke says and takes a breath. “Reggie never…. He never said anything about them, really. Not even when we were alive. He just… I don’t know. I told you, we never hung out at his house.”

“So you think they were…?” Julie lets the sentence dangle. Luke glares at her a little. Then takes another breath. Fiddles with something on his pants. Doesn’t speak. “You know I’m just trying to help, right?” Julie asks. “I just--”

“Reggie was really quiet,” Luke interrupts. “When we met him, I mean. He was… he was really shy.”

“Reggie?” Julie asks and she can’t help the disbelieving tone. That doesn’t make any sense.

“Yeah,” Luke says. “He was a great bass player, obviously, and nice enough but… really quiet. He… didn’t even laugh really. He just hung back a lot and… it’s weird to think about. Now that I know him.”

“You think he was that way because of his parents?”

“I mean… I dunno. Maybe?” Luke shrugs. “The few times he met my parents, he was… really weird.”

“Weird?”

“Just… weird.”

Julie opens her mouth to ask more questions, to say that that answer wasn’t specific enough, but Luke finally meets her eyes and suddenly she knows that this conversation is going to end.

“Look, if you want to know more, you can probably ask him,” Luke says. “Or like… don’t. It’s not like it matters anymore now, right?”

And there’s a trace of bitterness in that and a trace of please stop and more than a trace of I am uncomfortable with this conversation and so Julie lets it go. 

“Yeah,” she says, worried she pushed too hard. “Yeah, you’re right.”

*^*^*^

The clues are all there and Julie isn’t sure what they point to, so she tries to listen to Luke’s advice and remember that it doesn’t really matter. Reggie doesn’t have to see his parents again and it doesn’t matter and he continues to seem absolutely fine with the band. Fine and happy and--

“Helloooo?” she hears him call from the front door, just as she’s hitting the top of the stairs. She turns, a bit confused because the boys never bother announcing themselves but she opens her mouth to tell him she has to finish homework before rehearsal today and then closes it when she says that he is not looking at her at all, but towards the kitchen.

She walks down a few steps. Bends over so she can peer down and see what he’s looking at. 

Her dad is sitting at the counter.

“Hello!” Reggie is louder this time, and then waves his arms a little bit for good measure and her dad doesn’t see him, she realizes, doesn’t even flinch at all the noise and the arm flailing and she is about to tell Ray that Reggie is there when suddenly, Reggie’s face bursts into a grin and, seemingly satisfied that he is undetectable, the teenager plops himself down in the stool next to Ray.

Julie watches as her dad continues muttering to himself for a minute and then he pauses, and shifts, and glances, and she doesn’t know if he caught a glimpse of Reggie or if he can just sense it but his mouth quirks into a slight smile and he talks more now, at maybe a higher volume, but still to himself and Reggie doesn’t seem to notice the change, so she leaves them to it.

Reggie is still there when she finally finishes her homework two hours later. 

*^*^*^

It doesn’t really get that much better. Reggie still avoids the house when he is visible and, when she catches him with her dad, she somehow knows that he had made sure he was undetectable before risking it and he doesn’t talk as much now, not when he’s learning from conversations with Flynn and Carlos that sometimes it’s part way through a conversation that they are suddenly audible, but she hopes it’s a little bit nice, at least, that Reggie is there at least part of the time.

*^*^*^

They play a particularly good show and the boys stay visible for 5 straight days. Reggie avoids the house the whole time.

*^*^*^

It’s a Friday night when Julie finally gets her biggest clue. It’s a rare quiet Friday. They don’t have a gig all weekend so there’s no rehearsals and Carlos is home and the boys aren’t visible or audible to anyone but Julie so most of her time is spent laughing at what they say and then having to explain to her dad and brother and she thinks they are going to try to play a game, maybe like Clue? Something all the boys can play, though Luke is pushing for twister even though the boys can literally go through people so that doesn’t seem fair at all and--

Something (a ball) whizzes past her head as she and her dad are bent over trying to remember the Clue rules and then she jumps as there’s the unmistakable sound of breaking glass. 

There’s a moment of stillness and then it makes sense. There’s a vase broken on the ground and a baseball rolling under the kitchen table and she turns to see Carlos, looking shocked, mouth already open to apologize. 

“Carlos!” her dad says, standing and moving, doubtlessly to go get the broom. But there is glass everywhere and his voice comes out angry because this is not the first kitchen object Carlos has broken by a longshot. “How many times have I told you not to play--”

Things move very fast then. 

Her dad is moving towards Carlos because that’s where the broom is and Carlos is standing still and looking down because he already knows he’s going to get in trouble and then just as suddenly, Carlos is sort of stumbling back because he’s been pulled back and Reggie is standing where Carlos just was.

Squarely between her dad and her brother. 

“It was me,” Reggie says. And he sounds sort of breathless but also certain and he’s not moving from where he stands. 

Carlos is still sort of gaping that he was just pulled back by a ghost and Julie can see the other two boys processing that fact, the fact that Reggie just managed to touch another person and Ray jerks to a stop because a full teenage boy has just popped into existence in front of him. So no one says anything.

“I threw the ball,” Reggie repeats. More firmly this time. A lie, Julie knows, because Reggie had been on the couch with Alex. Nowhere near where the ball had come from. “It was my fault.”

His voice is still firm and his eyes stay on Ray’s for a second before looking down and his hands tighten into firsts before going slack and he swallows and--

He’s scared, Julie realizes. Scared, but still.

“It was my fault. So--”

“Reggie!” Her dad exclaims and he’s beaming, she can already see it, and then without a thought to whether Reggie is still solid or not, her dad is throwing her arms around Reggie as if he is a long lost friend

(Which in a way, maybe he is)

Reggie stays solid and his arms are pinned to his side and Julie sees him stiffen, sees his face frown in confusion.

“You’re here!” Ray says, still grinning. He leans back and slaps Reggie on the arm. “And solid, I see. Thank goodness. Come, come help me on this puzzle. You’ve been slacking and I swear this dark spot near the left corner is driving me crazy and-- Oh, Carlos, go get the broom and clean this up. No throwing balls in the house! Honestly, you’d think after the last time-- Reggie, wait, whatever happened with that telenovella you guys were watching, you haven’t updated me in forever.”

And then her dad is dragging Reggie away, who still looks shell-shocked, still looks like he was expecting something different, and Julie hangs back, partly to help Carlos clean up, partly to enjoy hearing Reggie slowly start to stammer out answers to her dad’s many, many questions.

*^*^*^

“Oh shoot,” her dad says an hour later, when family puzzle night is brought to an end because the three boys have abruptly vanished from existence. He looks at where Reggie had been sitting (roughly). “Well, we’ll finish next time.”

*^*^*^

What happens next, Julie calls in her head, the Period of Cautious Testing. 

She sees it play out.

Reggie comes into the house, waves hi to her, but doesn’t say anything and then he goes and sort of… lurks near her dad, watching carefully and if her dad seems to be in a good mood (which he is often, to be honest), Reggie will either say hello or obviously pull out a stool to make it clear he is there and--

“Are you free?” Reggie asks. Or “Do you mind?” or “Hey, can I--?”

He says it when Ray can hear him and writes it if there is pen and paper nearby and even when there’s not, he stays tense and ready to fly if he’s not wanted, but--

“Of course!” her dad says. “Sit down.” “Come look.” “Oh, Reggie, check this out--”

And Reggie stares and listens and there’s this smile he has, not his usual huge grin, but a smaller softer sort of wonderful-filled smile and he pays attention to her dad as if he might be quizzed on the information later, still starts out not talking as much but--

“Okay, well tell me about,” her dad says. “Oh, do you think--?”  And “Wait, I want to hear what it was like to--”

*^*^*^

“Your dad is really nice,” Reggie tells her one day. He says it right as they are starting rehearsal and doesn’t really look at her when he says it, looks more somewhere over her left shoulder and he is basically running away towards his mic stand but still…

It makes her smile.

*^*^*^

“Come play with me,” Carlos asks her, throwing his ball in the air.

“Where’s dad?” Julie responds. This is usually her dad’s territory. Whatever talents she had in singing and music and sort of dancing do not translate into sports.

“With Reggie,” Carlos says, throwing the ball up, tilting his head up to watch as it comes down and catches it. “They are talking about… I don’t know. Something. He said he’d be out but you know how they get.”

Julie does. And it doesn’t bother her but..

“Are you mad?” She asks, just to be certain. Carlos had been the only son. Still is. But also… “That they are hanging out so much?” Her brother is still young. Her brother maybe doesn’t--

“No,” Carlos says. “Not like I want to learn about cameras at all.”

Julie laughs.That’s true. And her dad sure can ramble. 

“Also,” Carlos starts…. And then he is glancing at her and he is young and stupid and her ilttle brother, but when he looks up at her, he looks older and serious.

“Also, I think It’s nice. Reggie hanging out with Dad. I think he…”

He fiddles with his ball, but doesn’t throw it. “I think he probably needs that, you know?”

Julie did know, she just didn’t know that Carlos knew. And understood. And was willing to share Dad like that because he knew. She feels her face start heating up with pride. 

“How did you--” she starts. Then stops. She knows how she figured it out and she had mostly relied on being able to see when Reggie was around and how he tried to stay away for so long and her conversation with Luke.

“Oh. Uh. Well, he started a stash of food in my room,” Carlos says. Julie blinks at him. “I went up there one day and he was shoving granola bars in a box in the back of my closet. That was already filled with other stuff.

“He was acting really weird. I mean, nervous and I dunno. I asked him why and he said it was always a good backup in case you couldn’t go downstairs and then I asked why I wouldn’t be able to go downstairs and I think he was embarrassed but still insisted it was safer and--”

Carlos shrugs. Flushes because he realizes he had been talking a hair too fast.

“I don’t know. It made him feel better so I kept it. And it honestly is sometimes easier than going all the way downstairs.”

“Carlos!”

“He has one in your room too!’ Carlos says, laughing. “Basket tucked under your bed, I think. I’m telling you, once you get used to access to rice krispy treats in the middle of the night…”

“Oh my god,” Julie says and they are laughing about this, because what else is there to do but…

“So it’s really okay,” Carlos says. “Plus I figure now you and me can play catch?” He turns on those big brown eyes for that last part and he is so good that Julie can barely stand it.

“Oh alright,” she makes sure to roll her eyes so he knows that she is not falling for him for a second. “Let me put my bag down.”

*^*^*^

The boys are not supposed to be on her computer (there has actually been talk of getting them their own computer to uphold this rule, but none of them really seem to have much interest in technology (besides TV) given that they can always just poof to whoever they need to talk to and force Julie to do the research for them) so it’s a surprise when Julie walks into her room and finds Reggie, glaring at the screen.

“Reggie!” she says, fully intending to yell at him. She has private things on there! 

And then he looks up at her. He looks dark and serious and--

“Will you help me?” he asks. “I don’t know how-- this thing is so complicated.” And Reggie isn’t the one who will get frustrated-- that’s Alex when his anxiety gets to be too much or Luke when a song isn’t going well or even herself when having three rambunctious boys who can pop in on her literally any time gets to be a little much-- but he’s frustrated now. 

“Okay,” she says, her earlier rant about privacy flying out of her head. “Okay, yes, let me help. What do you need to do?”

With the boys, it could be anything. Alex wants to watch videos of skateboarding so he can pretend he knows something about what Willie talks about, or there was the week he discovered Sense8 and then Luke really just wants to google guitars or also there was that week Julie tried to get him on music producing software and then he just wanted to read articles about how digital music was destroying the industry (like some old grandpa).

“I’m--” Reggie stops and stands. Takes a breath and blows it out. Julie waits. He looks somewhere toward the ceiling. “I’m trying to find my parents.”

Julie stills. 

That is not what she was expecting.

“Oh,” she says and it’s a struggle but she keeps her voice carefully neutral. She also takes the moment to look down and see that Reggie has type “goo-gull” into the windows search bar. 

He doesn’t add anything and so she sets herself to opening the real google and seeing what she can do. Contrary to popular belief, it can be a little hard to find people if they aren’t famous and have fairly common names.

“What are their names?” she asks and instead of answering, Reggie just passes her a piece of paper. It has their names on it. And what she assumes to be his old address. She senses the mood and doesn’t say anything else. At least he comes and sits next to her to see the search results pop up. 

There are a lot of them.

“Don’t worry,” she says when she sees his eyes widen. “Even if I can’t do it today, I can put Flynn or-or my dad on it and I’m sure one of them can--”

“No,” Reggie says. “I don’t want-- not them.”

Julie nods and keeps scrolling. She doesn’t know what Reggie’s parents did for a living so she doesn’t know if some of these websites apply but she scrolls slowly and hopes he’ll tell her if he sees something. 

After two pages, “Let’s switch to images,” she suggests. “Maybe you’ll see them.”

Reggie hesitates but then nods. 

After some more silent scrolling, the silence gets to be too much -- “Why do you--?”

“There.”

Julie stops scrolling and, yes, there-- there’s something slightly familiar about that woman’s nose and the darkness of that man’s hair. She clicks to enlarge it, but it’s still a blurry picture, pulled onto google search from Facebook, if she had to guess and--

And she knows that you can’t really judge someone off of a photograph, especially not one that’s older and blurry but she… 

They don’t look nice, she decides. Even though both of them are smiling. The smiles look tense and forced and they are standing a hair too far away from each other to be called close.

“That’s them,” Reggie tells her needlessly.

“Oh,” Julie says again. He doesn’t sound excited. He sounds… she doesn’t know what he sounds.

She waits, risks glancing at him to find he is still just staring. And the silence drags and then right- right as she knows she’s got to say something, anything--

“I thought it was normal,” Reggie finally says softly. “They. I thought they were normal. I mean… I thought everyone’s parents were that way.”

He’s still not looking at her. Still just staring at the screen.

“I mean… Luke fought all the time with his parents and Alex’s were just… always too religious and a bit off even before they knew and so I just assumed that everyone… you know.”

Julie did not know. Not really. Not at all. 

“I knew they hated me,” he says and he finally glances over at her. He’s not crying, but his voice is tight and the nod he gives her is jerky. He looks away quickly. “For forcing them to get married. And for forcing them to stay together too, I guess, though… it wasn’t just…”

His leg is bouncing now. Jumping up and down even as his fist clenches and presses on top of it. 

“It’s not even just that though,” and his voice rises now, almost desperate. “They hated me. They said I was loud and annoying and stupid and I… I thought that was normal. I thought they were right.”

He shoots up now, solid enough that her little table gets pushed back when his shin hits against it, but he doesn’t seem to notice and he swipes at his eyes, but he’s not crying. Just red and Julie’s almost crying, she realizes, but she’s also tense and her stomach hurts and she doesn’t know what to do.

“They were my parents and they hated me and I thought-- I thought that was normal. That everyone would always hate--” He cuts off and Julie opens her mouth again but she doesn’t know what to say. The boys… the boys are young and happy and they are all an open book, even when they try not to be, but now… Now Reggie clenches his jaw and stops himself. The boys never stop themselves. 

“It wasn’t right though,” Reggie says and he’s angry now. More angry than Julie’s seen anyone. “It wasn’t fair. What they did. Making me feel… yelling at me all the time and-and sending me to bed without dinner so often that I- I fucking thought everyone snuck snacks into their room and shoving me around and even when they were happy, I just knew it could turn so quickly, that even one mistake could just ruin everything and I- I-”

He cuts off, breathing hard.

“Reggie--” Julie starts. She stands but he takes a step away from her so she stills.

“It wasn’t fair,” he says and he’s quieter now but it doesn’t feel calmer. He meets her eyes and his are wet. “I just don’t get how they could-- why they--”

“It wasn’t fair,” Julie agrees and this time when she comes closer, he doesn’t move. So she gets to put a hand on his shoulder and breaths a small sigh of relief that he is solid right now.

“I had to die, Jules,” he says, looking at her again finally. And this is… being dead is something the boys rarely acknowledge in a real way. It’s usually a joke or an offhand comment or their comeback for why they shouldn’t have to help her with calculus. It’s not this. Soft and serious and then followed by a dark chuckle. “I literally had to fucking die to figure out that they were bad parents. And I bet-- I bet they were glad.”

Julie opens her mouth to say that of course they weren’t, that any parent would be heartbroken, that he can’t know that but--

But she doesn’t know them. She doesn’t know if that is true.

“Well,” she starts but Reggie backs away and cuts her off.

“I have to go,” he announces. And then he glances at her and realizes she’s crying and maybe realizes what just happened because he runs his hand through his hair and guilt enters his eyes but “Sorry,” he says. “Sorry about-- You weren’t supposed to-- I gotta go.”

“Wait!” Julie tries, but he’s already gone. 

*^*^*^

Her first instinct is to run and get Luke and Alex, to tell them to poof to all the most likely spots for Reggie to be, to tell them everything that had happened and then maybe run and tell her dad too for good measure and to probably cry a little more but she--

She doesn’t.

She doesn’t know what stops her or why instead of yelling and rushing down the stairs, she takes a breath and falls back onto her couch, but… that’s what she does. 

She falls back and stares at the picture she’d found a little longer and--

I hate you, she thinks. You didn’t deserve him. 

And then she closes the tab without saving it. 

And she doesn’t tell anybody.

*^*^*^

Reggie is a little late to rehearsal that day, but not enough to attract much notice.

He comes in cautious though. Julie sees it, since she knows to look for it.

He poofs up outside the garage and then slowly walks in and he’s waiting, she sees, for someone to say something or act weird or for them to all stop talking at once in an obvious display of “we were just talking about your breakdown earlier.” He’s tense and cautious and--

“Dude, awesome,” Luke says in greeting, waving a hand at him. “You’re here. We can get started. I think I have a killer idea for a harmony echo thing in the chorus of--”

Reggie looks suspicious for a beat longer, eyes flicking between Julie and Luke and then Alex, but Alex is too busy trying out a new spin move with his drumsticks to really be paying much attention and Luke is still droning on about his latest idea and Julie just gives him a smile. And a nod. And hopes that her eyes convey she didn’t actually say anything. 

She knows it was the right call when the tension leaves Reggie’s shoulders.

Reggie gives her a smile and a nod and then they all do what they do best.

They play.

*^*^*^

That night, Julie spots her dad alone (actually alone) on the couch, fiddling with something on his laptop, and when they were playing music together, she didn’t think about it but now it all comes rushing back.

The hurt and the anger in his voice and the fact that she didn’t know what to say or do and it was the right call, not to tell anyone Reggie’s private business, she thinks, but she suddenly feels very sad again and the only thing for it is to plop down next to her dad and curl into his side. 

He hums in greeting and keeps his eyes on his screen and she just enjoys it. His warmth and smell and marvels in the fact that he is always there. That she can always do this. That she has a dad who will always let her sit with him and who has to be coached into being angry and just loves her so damn much. 

“Honey?” he says and he’s closing the laptop to twist and look at her. There is concern in his eyes. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she says, shaking her head and trying to ignore the heat behind her eyes that tells her she might cry. “Nothing’s wrong. I just-- It’s been a long day.”

“Too much practice?” he says.

“No, not that. Just… you know. One of those days.”

“Oh okay,” he says and then he’s lifting his arm so he can wrap it around her and squeeze her more firmly into his side. “Okay.”

They sit for a long moment, just breathing and Reggie should do this, she thinks, just sit and be calm and be held and she hopes one day, he does. That he is solid enough and comfortable enough and maybe he can’t tuck all that way into her dad’s side like she can but he should still… he should still try. One day.

She knows her dad would let him.

“Thank you,” she says. “For being such a good dad.”

Her dad’s soft laugh answers her. “Well, you know that’s my job.” 

“Yeah, but… also for everything else too. With the band and the music program and for-for being so good to Re-- the boys. All the boys.”

She doesn’t know if he hears the name she almost said, but he tilts his head as if he knows. He probably does somehow. 

“They’re great kids,” is what he says instead.

“Still,” she insists. “I know it’s a lot. But they- he- just thank you.”

He looks at her for a long moment and finally nods. 

“Anytime.”

*^*^*^

“Thanks,” Reggie says, the next day, drifting over to where she is resting on the couch while Alex and Luke get into a semi-argument, semi-productive debate on a certain rhythm. “For not saying anything to the guys.”

“No problem,” she says. “But if you want to talk more or--”

“No, no,” he says, waving a hand as if that is going to make her forget the entire thing. “It’s not a big deal. It’s--”

“Reggie.” She says it firmly. She says it and then waits until he actually looks at her. “It is a big deal. Your parents were-- They were wrong and mean and fucking horrible and if you don’t want to talk about it, that’s your right and I won’t say anything. But it is a big deal. Your feelings are a big deal. You are a big deal. So talk to me or to my dad or to no one but don’t tell me it’s not a big deal.”

Reggie blinks at her and Julie flushes. But doesn’t back down. Keeps glaring at him. 

“Uh. Okay,” Reggie says. “I- I will. Or I won’t. Tell you that.”

“Good,” Julie says, nodding once. And then Alex and Luke turn back to them and it seems they have compromised (Or maybe Alex won and Luke is just saying they compromised) and they’re back to it. 

*^*^*^

As far as Julie knows, he doesn’t talk about it. At least, not with her.

But, gradually, he stops hesitating before announcing himself to her dad and he starts buzzing with the same kind of energy that he does in the garage in the house and, then later, she goes downstairs for a late night snack and Carlos is there too, half-heartedly complaining that his stash has run out and he had grown accustomed to a certain style of living and--

“Ray, Ray, Ray, Ray Ray RayRay,” Reggie says, running into the house, tripping over his own feet somehow and skidding into the counter, knocking over the fruit bowl in the process. Her dad idly straightens it with one hand, the other reaching out to collect the apples and oranges that had rolled everywhere but Reggie grabs it and pulls. “You gotta see this, there’s a bird and the light-- bring your camera!”

“A bird?” her dad says, and he sounds a bit doubtful but he is already grabbing his camera. 

���Huge bird,” Reggie says, waving his hands as if to indicate. “Biggest bird ever. I think it’s a condor!”

“A condor! A California condor??” her dad’s eyes go huge and then he’s throwing one camera at Reggie and grabbing another out of a drawer and there are apples and oranges everywhere and her dad almost brains himself stepping on one and flying forward but Reggie catches him and suddenly, Julie is in the kitchen by herself, surrounded by fruit, staring at a pancake her dad was supposed to flip.

She rolls her eyes and smiles to herself and grabs the spatula.

She doesn’t think they’re coming back any time soon.

[pluto-writes]

Atsushi Nakajima x Reader| Fluff Alphabet

A/N: Umm???? I finished this earlier to celebrate this blog reaching 80 followers but over the weekend I managed to reach 90?? Thank you!!! ♡♡♡ (and a thank you to Mai for helping me with J). 

Words: 2,053

Activities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Atsushi loves to go shopping with you! Going into stores and seeing what they have never fail to amaze him, and he has this cute little shocked face when he sees new things. 

He also enjoys going to the library with you, being able to escape reality for a little bit is calming to him. And he’s able to brush up on his studying too, he knows basic things but there is still much left for him to learn. If he has any trouble reading a certain character he’ll come to you for help. 

Not long after spending time with him, you learned about his liking towards chameleons and decided that you would take him to the zoo for a change in pace. You planned it to be a surprise for him, and couldn’t wait to see his reaction! It was hard to contain your excitement but you managed to pull through and it was worth it.

He got extremely happy you thought of something so special just for him. He was so overjoyed by the gesture a few tears came down on his face. With a gentle motion you wiped his tears away.

“It’s just… It’s just that no one has done this for me before,” He grabbed your wrist with his hand and leaned into your touch, “Thank you, (Y/n)... so much.” 

Beauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Atsushi admires your kindness above everything else. Growing up, kindness was something he never got, so as an adult he cherishes any generosity he receives. 

He loves your eyes and the story behind them, he can see that you’ve been through stuff in the past but despite all the challenges you still stand tall. How can he not find that beautiful, especially considering he finds himself weak, so he has you to look up to.

Comfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

If you’re panicking, then he’ll start to panic too. But he’ll think about how he'd want to be treated in that situation, so he’ll wrap his arms around you and hug you till you calm down.

It surprisingly works, his warmth is so comforting and soothes you till your heart beat goes back to normal. He’ll listen to whatever is bothering you and encourage you that you can get through it. He assures you that he’ll be by your side the entire time and that if you get overwhelmed again he’s never too busy for you. 

Dreams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

He doesn’t have his hopes up too high, he fears that if he asks for too much it’ll be taken away. So for now he’s perfectly content doing domestic everyday things with you.

Others may see that type of future to be rather tame, but he’s never experienced anything like this before so being able to share these tender moments with you is more than he could ask for.

Equal - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

Atsushi has never dated anyone before you, so he is still learning even while in a relationship. He’s more passive since he doesn’t want to do anything wrong or upset you in any way. He knows that if he messes up you won’t punish him, but that anxiety is still rooted in him. 

At the beginning he lets you take the lead for the most part, but after time and many words of affirmation from you he feels semi-confident to make the first move.

Fight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

He forgives easily since he believes that he’s in the wrong, and that by apologizing it’ll make you feel better. When you notice this pattern, you tell him that he is not at fault, and that small disagreements are bound to occur.

Fights between the two of you doesn’t happen often, but when it does it’s very awkward and tense. 

Gratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Atsushi is very grateful for everything you do for him, sometimes he questions about what he did to deserve you. Everything you do for him is so sincere and full of love he can’t help but cry out of happiness.

Honesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

He’s as open with you as he can, he doesn’t tell you everything at once but he’ll gradually tell you all there is about him. He doesn’t tell you to seek out sympathy, he just wants there to be someone who he’s able to confide in.

After telling you his past, his heart feels lighter, like one day he’ll be able to let go of all that has happened to him and keep his eyes on the future without anything to hold him back.

Inspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

Being with you has definitely boosted Atsushi’s confidence. Whenever he messed anything up he would blame himself for not being good enough, and that he couldn’t do anything right.

You decided to help him change that type of attitude and told him that he is worth much more that he’s given himself credit for. That even if he doesn’t see it, you do and that you’ll stick by his side till the end. 

Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Atsushi doesn’t feel jealousy, if he sees you spending time with someone else more than him he thinks that something like this was destined to happen. That you found someone better than him, and forgot about him.

So when he saw Dazai talking with you, making you smile and laugh he didn’t know what the tug at his heart was at first. Then he saw Dazai whisper something into your ear, which made you cover your face in embarrassment.

Atsushi has never seen you react so strongly like that, of course they’ll be times where he’d get to make you laugh and smile but never to the point where you felt the need to cover your face. He sighs and looks longingly at the two of you. Taking a deep breath he continues the rest of the work day without bothering you. 

You notice this and approach him after work and ask him what’s wrong. When he tells you how he felt, it’s heartbreaking to hear him talk about himself like that.

“You know that I love you Atsushi, right? Please know that I won’t leave you.”

“You tell me that but..” He averts his eyes from yours, he sighs, “it’s hard to believe sometimes. You, dating someone like me...”

“Someone like you?” You echoed. “Of course I’m dating someone like you! I wouldn’t want to be with anybody else.” 

Kiss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

His first kiss with you was very awkward, he was unsure as to what to do and ended up getting tense the moment you leaned in. With time however, he does get better. Though if you catch him by surprise he does react a bit late.

Love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

When Atsushi gets the confidence to confess to you, the boy is a blushing mess. While talking to you he keeps stumbling over his words and fidgeting.

You try to listen and comprehend what he’s trying to say but you can’t understand a thing he’s saying.

“Atsushi...” You call out, gaining his attention, “slow down. It’s just me, okay? No need to be so nervous.” You offer him a gentle smile.

He shakes his head, “That’s exactly why I’m nervous… Because it is you. You mean a lot to me, y’know?” He takes a deep breath. “(Y/n)... I like you… a lot.”

That caught you off guard for a second, but you regain your computer and give him a wide smile, “I like you too, Atsushi!”

Marriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

He’s still young, so the idea of marriage hasn’t really crossed his mind. He has to admit though that since being with you it made marriage an achievable dream. 

If you were to marry, you guys would be known as the cutest married couple. In private you make sure to show him tons of affection and he reciprocates it back to you in full.

Nicknames - What do they call their s/o?

He’d call you things like sweetie and sunshine. Atsushi thinks the world of you and he wants to prove it to you.

On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

He’s very obvious when he’s in love. He becomes more awkward around you, and stammers a lot. His face is proof too since it gains a lovely shade of red when he talks to you or when anyone mentions you.

He expresses his love by devoting his time to you, as much as he might embarrass himself he doesn’t want to let go of this feeling you gave him. So he spends most of his free time with you, which leads you guys into talking more and then to his inevitable confession.

PDA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

He likes to keep it lowkey with you, he knows that the others are bound to figure it out themselves but he likes to keep what you two have to yourselves. He’s open to lingering touches and hand holding in front of people but any further and he might lose face.

Quirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

Atsushi’s optimism is refreshing, despite the situation you guys are in he always finds a bright side. While it might not come naturally to him, he still tries to see the light no matter how bleak the present may look.

Romance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

He doesn’t think he is but at times he can be unintentionally romantic. He had gotten you flowers one day cause he saw them on his way to work and they reminded him of you. When he gave them to you, you swear your heart was going to explode from how cute he was.

His gestures are somewhere in between, some ideas he’ll get from romance movies or he’ll think up of something that is unique to only the two of you.

Support - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

Atsushi is your biggest supporter, and he’ll be sure to let you know every waking morning. He encourages you, and believes in your inner strength. 

It’s also why he likes you so much, you don’t want to let anything hold you back from accomplishing your goals. 

Thrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice up your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Atsushi is perfectly fine with how your relationship is currently going. If anything out of the norm happens his anxiety starts to act up. He much prefers when he’s able to anticipate what's to come.

If you want to do something out of your guys’ comfort zone, depending on what it is he’d be more than glad to oblige. All you have to give him a heads up to he can mentally prepare.

Understanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

He tries his best to understand you, he wants to know all there is about you. He’s always been empathetic towards people but with you it’s like your hearts have become one. 

Value - How important is the relationship to them? What is it worth in comparison to other things in their life?

Atsushi cherishes his relationship with you more than life itself, being with you has opened his mind to possibilities he didn’t even know about. You have shown him what being alive is all about and he doesn’t want to lose that feeling. 

Wild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

Sometime Atsushi would wake up in the middle of the night from nightmares either about his time in the orphanage or about losing you. He’d wake up in a cold sweat and look over to you to make sure you’re okay. 

When he sees you sleeping peacefully it calms his racing heart just a little bit, he’d lay back down next to you and hold your hands before going back to sleep. He doesn’t wish to bother you with his problems so if possible he’d like to avoid waking you up.

However, there are days where his night terrors do wake you up, but you don’t mind. While he’s apologizing about waking you up, you go into the kitchen to make the both of you some chamomile tea to help alleviate his nerves.

You guys end up talking about whatever is on your minds till you fall asleep.

XOXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

Atsushi loves to receive affection from you. He grew up touch starved so when you show him attention and cuddle with him he’s instantly hooked. 

Depending on his mood he’ll either be the little or the big spoon. When he feels down there’s no better place than being wrapped around in your arms with your hand combing through his hair.

Yearning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

When Atsushi misses you he feels as if he’s missing a part of himself without you. He’ll be sure to keep a part of you with him to look at and remind him how lucky he is to be with you. And in turn he’ll give you a part of himself as well.

Zeal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Atsushi will move mountains for you if you ask him. This boy loves you so much that he’s willing to do anything he can to make you happy.

[irondad-not-ironsad]

WandaVision Episode 1 Reaction

Spoilers below!!

I enjoy the music over the marvel logo

But also a 43 second logo feels kinda long for a 29 minute episode- is it just for the premier or is this gonna happen before each ep?

Also I’m pretty sure I’ve heard that there is a title sequence, which will probably be similar in length. Combine that with the lengthy credits people have been complaining about, it seems that the percentage of the thirty minutes that is actually the story is lower than it should be

not that I don’t love a good title sequence! But I’ll take a well fleshed out episode over fancy logos, title sequences and credits any day

now that I’ve got that of my chest, on to the actual show

I like how they have the frame shaped like that of an old timey tv, combined with the black and white it really adds to the old timey sit come vibe

I like these bells

Ok I know I complained about to much time being wasted with logos and such, but i LOVE how cheesy this theme song is and I love them showing vision and Wanda driving tp there house in wedding attire

“A regular husband and wife” 2 seconds late *vision disappears into a cloud of sparkles*.... 1 minute 8 seconds in and I love this 

Even there acting is reminiscent of an old timey sit com this is amazing

feel like I should note he title sequence ends at the 1.36 mark approximately, which may not seem like a lot but again the show is less than thirty minutes so it adds up

Wanda talks with a fifties accent: I already love this show

Also I wish I had magic I could use to clean, I’m moving back into my dorm right now and Wanda’s powers would be SO helpful

Also I LOVE the laugh track

Also Wanda’s short curly hair is so cute

I love how neither of them knows what the heart means so they play it off by being like “yeah of course I know what it means, how could I forget? Do YOU remember what it means

Also Vision is literally part computer shouldn’t he have a photographic memory? 

Also how old is Wanda? I could have sworn someone said she was 19 in civil war, which would make her like 21 here? I think?? Idk tho, as a 19 year old I don’t think she has ever looked 19 in the movies, even back in Ultron she looked at least in her mid twenties

The face Vision makes when he makes himself human is so funny

Also Vision blowing Wanda a kiss and her reaching back to grab it is the perfect amount of corny that makes it still cute

Also I wonder what vision’s job is

The backing music is so funny

I can already tell Agnes is going to be some great comic relief in a show that’s already hilarious

“I assure you, I’m married. To a man. A HUMAN one!” I know I’ve said before that I was never the biggest fan of Wanda or Vision but I love Wanda in this show

Obv there is something clearly off here, but I feel like I need to mention that it’s clear this is some warped reality. If I had never seen any of the MCU before, I may believe it was just  witch and her robot husband living in the fifties, but the little details really make it clear to the audience (the majority of whom I am sure are familiar with the mcu) that something is off. This scene is one of those, where Wanda cannot seem to recall how long her and Vision have been together and plays it off by saying “It feels like we always have been together”

Is Agnes giving Wanda advice for the bedroom? is this really what I’m watching? Or have I wildly misinterpreted this?

Love the old timey lingo

Vision working a desk job is so funny

Love that vision doesn’t even know what they do at his job, I know it’s part of the false reality thing but also lowkey relatable

“you’re like a walking computer” “I most certainly am not! I’m a regular carbon-based employee made entirely of organic matter”

I started this like twenty minutes ago and have only gotten 7 minutes in because I keep stopping to type my reactions. I am going to try to shut up and watch, and stop screaming about every little detail for a bit 😂

Real quick though does Vision just go by Vision at work?

Ope apparently he does. 

I wonder if Vision took Wanda’s last name

Or is he Vision Stark-Banner since it was Tony and Bruce who made him??

He probably isn’t called that but I think it would be funny if he was

Love that instead of writing “dinner with boss” or “Dinner w/ Harts” or even just “Harts” he drew a freaking heart like im dying

if my lack of emojis seems weird I’m typing this on a computer which I never normally do and I’m to lazy to pull up the emoji keyboard, so basically imagine there’s a cry laughing emoji after everything funny

“No skeletons in the closet?’ “I don’t have a skeleton sir.”

Yup I was right, Agnes is giving her sexy time advice

“you should stumble when you walk in a room so he can catch you. It’s romantic!” that is the only way I will be flirting from now on

Also I got to say, I'm guessing it’s a fifties thing but those pointy bras don’t look comfortable

So she answers the phone “Vision Residence” Is Vision also their last name now? Does he go by Vision Vision??

They make the best facial expressions

This phone conversation where Wanda think they’re having a date night whereas Vision is talking about his boss coming for dinner is comedy GOLD

also I love the fact that they’re giving us stereotypical sitcom drama while keeping it clear that there are bigger problems than dinner with the boss

Fake commercial break is at 9.56 (these time stamps are for myself I want to calculate how much of the episode is actually the story)

I do love the fake commercials tho! And I suppose in a way they ARE part of the show

They missed the chance to make it the toastmate three thousand and make every ironman fan cry

The beeping toaster sounds like a ticking bomb..... also the little red light is the only color we’ve seen this episode I think

Commercial ends at 10.46

Also love that it was an SI toaster, still wish they had made it 3000 instead of 2000

How did Wanda confuse Mr. Hart with her husband? Not that I’m complaining, her coming out in a robe and covering Vis’ Boss’ eyes is HILARIOUS

“This is the traditional Sokovian greeting? Didn’t I tell you my wife is from Europe?” “How exotic!” “We don’t break bread with Bolsheviks”

Visions pants are SO high waisted

“It’s our anniversary!” “Our anniversary of WHAT?” “WELL IF YOU DON”T KNOW I”M NOT GONNA TELL YOU”

Poor Vision is trying to figure out what kind of company he works for this is sooo funny

Agnes coming in clutch with a full meal

So Wanda needs the ingredients in order to magic a meal she can’t just make one appear

Vision breaking into song was amazing

How did one chicken turn into like 30 eggs

Vision is singing old McDonald with his bosses wife this is great

“Diane!” “That must be my wife summoning me!” “She calls you Diane?” “Yes... it’s her pet name for me” “I’m coming... Fred”

So many clichés in this show but it’s done in such a purposeful way that it’s still funny

Also we have only seen three rooms: the kitchen, the living room and Vision’s workplace

“Well I think tonight’s going SWIMMINGLY”

Mrs. Hart is SO NOSY

But I love that they don’t know the answers

Wanda looks SO disturbed when Mr. Hart is demanding her and visions story, you can tell her mind is fighting itself and it’s so sad

Mr. Hart is choking, is it bad that I think he deserves it?

Mrs. Hart keeps cheerily repeating stop it, and gone is the stereotypical sitcom camera angles and and the backing music is switched for something eery

This is lowkey scary, Mr. Hart Dying while his wife keeps cheerily saying Stop It and it just feels creepier the more she repeats

Wanda looks distressed and vision is just looking to her for what to do, her old timey accent is gone and she sounds nearly robotic as she tells Vision to help

Poor Wanda, she is so clearly going through it mentally right now

Laugh track is back, and just like that the Harts are leaving, despite only having one bite of food

And somehow Mr. Hart is impressed? Was Wanda rewriting reality to make them so?

I know that this is clearly some alternate reality and nothing is right, but wanda and vision deciding to choose that day as there anniversary and this little convo here is soooooo cute

Aw her making them rings and them both saying I do is soooo cute

And vision saying “and they lived happily ever after’ is so sweet but also so sad in context

What is that little remote vision is holding meant to be?

And love the hexagon closing in on them with the cute music playing to end the episode

Are the people in these credits real? Because it lists the start as Wanda Maximoff and Vision but are the rest actual people?

So there is some sketchy dude watching the maybe fake credits so there's something going on there

The actual credits start with 7.13 left and I’ve been told there's no mid or post credits scene. I’ll let them play while I finish this up anyways

8 minutes and 49 seconds of this show is the logo, title sequence and credits. Out of 29.36 total this means only 20 minutes and 47 seconds is the show, which I suppose is standard for a sitcom but I think I felt deceived by it showing as 29 minutes

Also 50 seconds of “commercial takes the show time down to 19.57 if anyone was wondering

I swear tho I’m not all that bothered by the length, just did the math in case anyone was curious like I am. 

I thought I was going to really enjoy this going it, but it still really surpassed my expectations and I can’t wait for episode 2!

This is my raw reactions, but I’m sure that as I mull it over more I’ll be posting more about the show

This is somehow a perfect combo of lighthearted comedy and mild horror

I wanna let this episode stew for a while, so I prob won’t watch episode 2 for at least a day

Also what are your guys’ thoughts on this format of reaction? Did I write to much?

Also what did y’all think of this episode? Feel free to let me know what you think of my reaction, and whether you agree or disagree. I’d love to hear your thoughts!

[snarkwriteswrasslin]

summer sizzle | darlin, adam page [m]

[ prompts used ]

** again, one day I’m going to sit down and locate every single list I used to write all these one shots. Credit to the amazing prompt makers on the internet, I love you guys.  The plot / the unnamed OC belong to me.**

Kisses Where One Person Is Sitting In The Other’s Lap + heavy making out/dry humping + after an injury - of the emotional sort + chair sex - almost happened but did not + calming the other’s anger with sex + locker room - technically, it’s the bar room set from backstage, but.. We’re making it work darn it.  - ( bonus points, kayfabe is real… for the angst.) 

[ warnings ]

18+ only. All children, hit the bricks. Go play outside. Something. You know the drill. Swearing, sex - of the unprotected variety, semi public setting, angsty / hurt comfort -if you squint and I did my job right (probably not lmao), biting, body fluids, slight body image issues ( Oc is curvy bc OC here is basically my ass with changes ) and hangman’s anxiety, ftw. Oh yeah, and alcohol is involved here. 

[ authors notes ]

Look, I really did like writing this, it was like a self-soothing thing for me. I’m lowkey proud of how this came. Things are gonna end on a bit of a cliffhanger, but... perhaps if people actually like it, I’ll find a way to continue it at some point. I wanted to give it an actual end, but honestly, this worked out better in my opinion... Anyway, yeah. if enough people shout at me to go somewhere with this, i just miiiight?!? 

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Adam Hangman Page x curvy!unnamed ofc, - it’s hinted at throughout.

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                                         D A R L I N’ - ADAM HANGMAN PAGE,

“Did you see where Hangman took off to?” my question was met with a scowl from his former friends. I glared right back at the group of them, arms folded over my chest, my foot tapping against the tiled floor, the soft click of my heels almost matched to the way my heart was about to beat right out of my chest at the moment.

“Does it look like we care?” Kenny started to ask the question but Matt nudged him, a warning look and the shake of his head. The two shared a look and then they both fixed their gaze on me. “Don’t know what good it’ll do, but he’s still down at the bar area. Typical.” Matt muttered the answer to my question quietly and I asked hesitantly,“Is he alone?”

“Yeah. As soon as the interviewer got what she needed and we spoke our piece, we bailed. Are you sure you wanna go down there right now?” Matt questioned and I didn’t bother with a reply, instead I wasted no time in taking off, glad to be out of their way.

“I cannot fucking believe he just stood there and let it happen.” I mutter mostly to myself as I shove open the door to the bar and peek into the room. The shattered mirror caught in the dim lighting above and Adam was sitting there, a bottle of Jack in front of him.

“Adam?” I called out to him, barely raising my voice above a whisper.

“Better if y’ go.” Adam didn’t even bother looking up from the half empty glass in front of him, choosing instead to raise the glass to his lips and finish it off, shaking his head a little as soon as he had.

I stepped into the room, shutting the door behind me and locking it softly. He tensed but he didn’t turn around. His fingers dug against the wooden bartop and he sighed quietly. The sound seemed to hang in the air.

Our eyes finally met in the mirror and when I saw the pain and frustration in his, I bit my lip, a hand raising from my hip to drag through my tall teased hair. 

My mouth opened and closed and he gave this bitter and quiet laugh. “If you’re gon’ lecture me right now, don’t.”

“I didn’t come to lecture you. For the record, what you did out there was pretty damn stupid, but honestly… I get it.” I found myself fidgeting under his intent gaze as it roamed my body. I tugged down the clingy black spaghetti strapped dress because of it. The air was getting thicker between us by the second. Rather than stand there and gawk at just how truly beautiful the man is, especially in a semi-darkened room with that angry gleam in his eyes, I fixed my eyes on the bottle of Jack and nodded to it. “Think you can spare some of your drink, cowboy?”

He eyed me, a brow raised. To prove that I was being serious and I had no intention to leave anytime soon, I settled down on the stool beside the one he’d been sitting on. I let the stiletto heeled boots on my feet settle to the floor with a quiet clank and I eyed him, finally reaching for the bottle on my own. As I twisted the cap off and poured the liquid within into both our glasses, I stared at him almost defiantly. Daring him to do anything to try and make me leave.

Rather than argue, he gave a tired flop onto the stool he’d been sitting on before I came in. After a few seconds of both of us drinking in silence, he spoke up.

“Didn’t you have some hot date tonight with a biker?” Adam asked the question through a tightly clenched jaw. He made it quite clear that he’d rather be alone right now, but I chose to ignore that.

The guy needed a friend right now.

,, sure. And this has absolutely nothing to do with your thing for him..” my brain scolded and yes, I chose to ignore that too.

I threw my head back and laughed. “Me? Right.”

“You said so earlier when I was in your chair gettin my hair tended to.” he spoke up again, a brow raised as his eyes met mine. Almost as if he were questioning not only why I was here, but whether he wanted me to stay or not. 

“Oh, yeah. I did.” I trailed off, muttering a soft “Fuck.” under my breath. Honestly, when I said it, I hadn’t actually thought he was paying me any kind of attention… Pretty much as usual.

My brow raised as soon as it sank in that he’d heard me and he hadn’t been sitting there with earbuds in. He hadn’t been as absorbed in his phone as I tended to think he always was. Before I had the courage required to ask him about anything else he might have heard me tell Stella Kay, I shoved it out of my head.

So he heard me tonight. Didn’t mean anything other than that. I reminded myself of that too. I shotgunned about half of the drink poured into my own glass and reached for the bottle again, but his hand shot out and he stared me down.

“I say you could come in and help yourself to my Jack?” Adam was still angry, I could hear it seething through in his tone when he spoke. It hurt. I didn’t know how to deal with Adam like this… Hurt and angry and confused, broken like the mirror in front of him.

,, to be fair, he did bring a little of this on himself.” my brain scolded again and again, I ignored it. He may have been going off the rails for the past few weeks, but this chain of events, at least in my eyes, that was all started by friends who teased and ignored him.. Made him feel like less when honestly, he was so much more than the lot of them combined. They may have started to try and change at the end, but by then, it was clearly too late. Adam was lost by that point, drowning in his own misery. And Adam lashed out. Or he started trying to.

“No, but… I’m thirsty, I’m obviously not going out with a biker tonight and I need it. You’re not the only one with problems, you know.” I pouted at him, shaking my wrist free so quickly and easily that it had him blinking a little, and I uncapped the bottle again, pouring myself a little more to top off.

“So I’m selfish on top of everythin’ else. Good to know.” the tone in his voice and the fact that he didn’t even bother meeting my gaze had me sighing and swearing, even rolling my eyes a little in frustration. Every part of me wanted to scream at the guy “No, but obviously you’re fucking blind and a little dense, because I’ve been trying to start conversations and stuff with you for weeks now.. I’ve tried to build you up when they were tearing you down, but you ignored it because it’s not what you wanted to hear.” - but I managed to keep that internal.

I didn’t want to kick him while he was already down. I care far too much about him to do that.

,, and maybe you want to be the one who makes him forget about tonight, even if it’s only a few hours. Says a lot about you.. Mainly how pathetic you are.” my brain was at it again, scolding me for what I wanted. And again, I ignored the noisy scolding thoughts.

Instead, I focused on the glass filled with amber liquid sitting in front of me. Circling my black tipped fingers around it’s edge as I just let my mind sort of wander and hoped to God that it’s wandering came back with some form of game plan beyond the one I’d had coming in here to find him. Because literally all that had been was getting to him. Because it hurts me to see him hurt. He’s a sweet guy. A good guy. ,, A guy you could love if only you weren’t so scared to reveal your feelings.” this time my brain was taunting me. If I never actually do anything about my feelings, I’ll never have the chance to know.

And maybe that internalized taunting was enough to make the remaining shred of any pride I had left snap in two.

“Adam.” I spoke up quietly, snapping my fingers lightly  at him to get his attention.

“What?” Adam answered, eyes locked on me and in a daze. I bit my lip and leaned in a little, smoothing a blond curl out of his eyes, letting my hand catch on the side of his face. Catching sight of the two of us in the shattered mirror out of the corner of my eye had me giving a soft smiling laugh and shaking my head.

Just the contrast there, me with my dark crimson lipstick and the little black dress and the dark hair… The curves and yet still somehow inherently plain to look at according to most. The grumpy demeanor most of the time, the dry wit and sarcasm that’s more than once left many an other man eviscerated in public..

 Him with the sunny blondish brown hair and the dancing baby blue eyes, the gentle words and rough hands.. The holes in his jeans and the boots on his feet..That big heart and all those good intentions.

My laughter had him raising a brow, of course. I shrugged and raised the bottle to my lips, keeping my eyes locked on him the entire time I did it. I still somehow managed to miss the way he was leaning into me, teeth tugging at his lower lip, eyes darting from mine to the bottle raised to my lips. Until he was reaching out and trying to drunkenly pull me from my stool to his lap. I nearly choked mid-swallow and laughed out, “What the hell are you doing right now? This stool is not gonna hold my thick ass and you, sir.” 

“Figured since you keep takin my damn bottle, woman..” Adam managed a weak smile that still somehow managed to completely light up the space we were in. He finally got me settled on his lap and I bit my lip, finding myself hyper-focused on his mouth.. The way his upper lip forms this little almost perfect little v. I must have been too obvious with my staring, because he cleared his throat and nodded to where I’d tossed my red covered cell phone.

Which was now playing Fiona Apple’s Criminal.. Which obviously meant it was ringing, shit, fuck, shit, fuck…

What Adam said next absolutely surprised me. And it proved just how little I knew about how much he might know about me. He chuckled and nodded to the now silent phone and after a second, he took the bottle from my hand and raised it to his own lips again. We were sitting so close by now that we nearly pressed together, despite all earlier voiced objections about my size and the stool being able to hold both of us up.

“Didn’t you sing that song when you were out with Allie one night?”

“I..” I wrinkled my forehead and thought about it, giving a sheepish laugh when I remembered. “Yeah, I did. It sounded like cats dying.”

“Didn’t.” Adam muttered, taking another sip from the bottle, staring me down intently. I wrapped my hand around his wrist, guiding the bottle away from his mouth and towards my own and I took a sip as he tilted the bottle a little to allow me to do so. After I swallowed the bitter liquid, I laughed softly. “I most certainly did, sir.”

“You like t’ argue.” Adam chuckled softly, cocking his head to the side slightly, still staring at me intently. His gaze moved from my eyes down to my mouth and I swallowed hard, licking my lips on instinct.

“I’ve heard that now and again, yeah.” I wiggled around on his lap a little, trying to get a more sturdy seat because I was trying to keep a conservative and safe distance between us, but that was making me nearly fall off his lap. 

He sat the bottle down and scooted the stool closer to the bar, putting my back into it. He was inching closer, little by little. “Why?” he asked quietly, his breath warm against my lips, almost brushing against them when he mumbled his question.

“Why what?” I answered his question with one of my own, barely restraining a whimper at the fact that suddenly, I wasn’t sitting on his knees anymore, suddenly I was… So much closer. 

Had I moved closer or had he moved me closer? Because I remembered his hands kind of resting at my hip but I’d honestly been so caught up in our back and forth -and the fact that it was actually, ya know, happening, that I didn’t remember him moving me. I pulled away from his face just slightly because our faces were so close that our lips nearly brushed every time one of us said something to the other.

“Why’d you come in here? I know it wasn’t just to drink up all my whiskey. Or maybe it was.” Adam’s usually thick accent was… Much thicker. A slow and easy drawl that had me getting wetter with each word he spoke. When he reached for the bottle again and nearly fell into me, my breath caught in my throat but I held the bottle up and put it behind me, where I thought it would be out of his reach. 

And after lightly grabbing at his stubbled jawline and guiding him to look at me, not down or around the empty room, I bit my lip and took several shaky breaths. I swear, I meant to go with an attempt at humor, but the look in his eyes, the raw pain there, I just… Couldn’t. 

When my mouth opened, the truth just started to pour out.

“You’re right. I d-didn’t come down h-here to drink all your booze. I don’t even l-like this shit, honestly. I p-prefer Tito’s tequila.” I stopped to breathe because my words were tumbling out and I just needed to figure out a way to put what I knew was going to come pouring out at any second.

But nothing came.

Actions seemed easier. Actions, I was infinitely better at.

Obviously, right?

I was leaning in a little closer, his jaw still in my hands. The kicker here was that he wasn’t backing away like I half thought he would. No… He was leaning in too. His fingertips squeezing into my hips gently were what kind of bought me out of my own head and into the moment again 

“If you’re gonna do somethin, do it already, darlin.” Adam’s mouth brushed right.against.mine. Literally right against the corner. And it lingered there just long enough for me to whimper quietly as I slowly exhaled, my breath shaky. My eyes popped open wide and he bit his lip, eyeing my lips and then the bottle with this look in his eyes that made me think he couldn’t decide which he’d rather taste more right now.

And that crazy random thought took hold in my tipsy brain. As he started to back away, afraid he’d crossed a line, I gently grabbed hold of his face, resting a hand against each side, my mouth colliding against his, tongue darting out and tracing the shape of his mouth lazily. His lips fell apart easily and one of his hands left my hips to tangle in my hair, making me pout against his mouth and whine playfully, “Seriously? I just spent thirty minutes on teasing that up..” 

“Ya didn’t have to, either.” his tongue was now clashing against mine, colliding and battling for control of the kiss as he continued to drag his fingers through my hair and tug at it a little here and there. I suspect that he may have been doing it just to get a response from me, but I was too caught up in kissing him to give a damn. I wiggled in his lap a little, my legs wrapping around his hips and he sucked in a sharp breath, bucking into me from below.

If I thought his fingers were wound up in my hair before, now he was tugging a little more urgently, his hand on the back of my neck, pulling my mouth into his all over again so deep that I almost didn’t know if I was breathing on my own or he was doing it for me.

It was desperate, needy and yet, somehow it was still gentle and careful. Cautious. Like he wanted to do it for a while now, but he’d finally been presented the chance to do it.

The actions of a man who felt he had absolutely nothing left to lose.

I rubbed myself against him, whimpering into his mouth when I felt the way he strained hard at the blue jeans he wore. His mouth broke from mine to trail down my neck, muttering softly against my skin, teeth hooking in spots and patches and gingerly leaving clumsy little marks. 

His other hand wandered down, slipping up the short hem of my little black dress and I nipped at his lip, rubbing myself against his lap even more. His hand crept higher, cupping my core, squeezing and rubbing the flat of his hand against it and sending shivers rushing through me. “Mmm.” his tongue rolled around the edge of my ear, his lips catching on my earlobe as he muttered a quiet, “Stop me if..���

“Now why would I want to do that, hm?” I managed to breathe out the words, rocking myself against the hefty bulge in his jeans and the way he continued to squeeze and rub my aching cunt. I knew he had to feel the way I was dripping, literally flooded already. 

The stool gave a foreboding creak and I tensed a little against him. He chuckled and nodded to the half circle bench and the table nearby. “Okay, alright.” he stood up, my body wrapped around him with me clinging to him and my nails lightly digging into his shoulders because me, with the trust issues, has never really… let anyone carry me before�� For any reason. 

“I’m not gonna drop ya.” Adam stated quietly.

“I know, just… never really let anyone carry me.” I muttered against his neck, my lips latching on a little, daring to leave just a hint of a mark behind. He sucked in a sharp breath and sat me down on the tabletop, stepping between my legs, his hands all over me.

The Jack Daniels sat on the bar across the room, getting warm. Neither of us were worried about it anymore.

He leaned into me a little more -or maybe I was clinging to him still, either way, and his hand was back up the hem of my dress. My head fell back and my eyes fluttered open and closed as I rocked myself against his hand. I gripped hold of his shirt and pulled him into me more, muttering against his mouth, “If you’re going to do something, Adam, do it… Please?”

“You’re sure?” Adam questioned breathlessly, fingertips brushing past my soaked panties, grazing right up and down my center as his mouth dove down, fixing on the front of my throat, leaving a tender little line of marks in the path his lips took down.

“Please?” I begged, my voice raising to a quiet moan that died to a laugh when our foreheads bumped together. He bit his lip and pulled back a little, staring at me for a few seconds that felt like they stretched out into forever. I eyed him right back, my heart kicking up a storm against my ribs, on the verge of nervous fidgeting and suddenly self conscious about every single little thing about me to the extreme.

I was a breath away from slipping off the table he’d sat me on and walking out but just as I got to that point, he seemed to sense it and step forward, looking down at me and then back at the door. “If you’re changin your mind, darlin. There’s the door.” 

He was appealing to me one last time. Giving me one last chance to back out. Considering that neither of us have anything to lose, I wasn’t about to take him up on it. I eyed him, a brow raised, clearly confused as to why he kept giving me opportunity after opportunity to leave and then, oh.. Then it hit me. 

And I ached for him.

Not just in the physical sense like his touches had driven me to. In the mental sense because I knew exactly where his mind was going right now… I knew it because it was a state my own seemed to stay in when it came to other people and the habit I have of judging myself against them. Often unfairly.

“Oh, Adam.” the words punctured the sliver of space between us softly, his name lingering just a second or two. I raised my hand to his cheek, letting my fingertips move over the sharp outline of his face, making my last stop his lips. As I dragged my index finger over the outline of those very kiss swollen lips, I made an effort to move myself as close to him as I could get, letting my legs circle his waist all over again. My head fell to the right slightly, exposing the left side of my neck.

I wasn’t an idiot, I saw the exact second those baby blue eyes settled hungrily on exposed and unmarked skin. Lowering my fingertip, I finally spoke again.

“If I were going to walk out, I never would’ve bothered coming in here, Hangman.” I took a deep breath that tried to hang in my throat a little at what I was doing and I rose up a little straighter, the hand resting against the side of his neck moving to the back of his head. Fingertips tangling gingerly in soft blondish-brown locks, tugging his mouth closer to mine. Adam leaned down a little, his lips clumsily ghosting along my neck, catching sporadically here and there. “This is really okay.. You.. Want this.” he asked the question quietly, the warmth of his breath and the drawl in his tone sending shivers through me.

I locked eyes with him as he pulled back slightly. “I’m not smashing my knee into your nuts, am I?” I gave a soft laugh at the end so he’d be able to differentiate between my usual grumpy demeanor and gentle teasing. A lot of people can’t where I’m concerned and the way Adam is hurting right now, I want the way I feel to be perfectly crystal clear.

I don’t want him to have a single reason to second-guess or keep stalling. I guess maybe in some ways, I was trying to force him to have to be the one to politely say this had gone too far and he wasn’t interested. Because like he needed to hear me say such a thing, I needed to hear him say it.

It wouldn’t be the first time someone had. I braced myself for him to find some polite excuse to put all this to a grinding halt, but instead, I got a quiet chuckle and Adam leaning in all over again, nearly putting my back flush with the table. When he bucked himself against me, I shivered and my teeth caught on my bottom lip as I stared up at him. His hands roamed up and down my thighs softly, a ginger attempt to push my little black dress upwards to my hips was made. My strap was slipping up top and Adam’s eyes caught on to that face. When his teeth grazed against my skin as they tugged the pesky falling strap completely down, I whimpered, squirming against him, desperate for more friction.

His hands dug into my hips, grinding me against him even more and at feeling the hefty bulge formed and straining against his jeans, I found myself whimpering even more, breathless, desperately arching my body and rubbing against him harder and faster. His grip on my body tightened and he bucked right back against me, his mouth moving over each of my collarbones and then right back up the front of my throat again. One of his hands slipped down to the exposed thin waistband of my underwear and with a careful tug, those were being torn away, tossed out onto the floor. 

As soon as it hit me that he wasn’t backing down or bowing out either, I reached up, pulling the front of his shirt apart, tugging it down his arms. It hit the floor beside my panties and as my lips latched onto his neck all over again, my hands dropped between us, going for the belt buckle at his waist. The soft clink of the metal buckle as I pulled it open echoed when it hit against the button below it. With slightly shaking fingers, I worked the button free and then the zipper. Adam’s mouth dug deeper against the breast he’d managed to expose a few minutes before and my head fell back, a sharp and prolonged whimper filling the air as soon as his jeans settled around his ankles and he was scooting me towards him on the table, his cock grazing right between both my dripping folds and sending a shiver of pleasure racing through my entire body. 

“Wish we didn’t have t’ hurry, darlin.” he drawled as his tongue circled my nipple, teeth scraping at it, tugging until it stood at a point. I was clinging to him by now, my arms around his neck, fingers buried in his hair. I met his gaze and swallowed hard, nodding.

Every part of me wanted to make some clever remark about a next time, but at the same time, every part of me didn’t dare because I knew this might just be happening due to the alcohol and Adam’s current emotional state and my own feelings about him.

I desperately wanted to believe there would be a next time. God did I want to. But I was realistic enough to know that there most likely wouldn’t be. And in that moment, I decided to just find some way to be okay with that. 

“Darlin?” he’d pulled away, he was studying me with a concerned look. I distracted myself with running my fingers over the outline of his muscular chest because I was mostly afraid if I looked up at him right now, I would wind up making this deeper and more emotional than it had to be.

But then he was raising a hand, tilting up my chin and making me look at him. He repeated himself a third time. “You’re sure…” his voice trailed off and he tensed a little, I could feel it because he was still holding me close to him as he could get me. I smiled and nodded, my fingers digging into his hair again, pulling his mouth back down to mine. “I’m absolutely sure. I want you. So much.” 

And I meant every single word when I said it.

My answer seemed to satisfy him and I rubbed myself against him a little more impatiently, urgently. “Please, Adam?”

“Fuck.” he gasped against my skin as he started to buck against me, the tip of his cock sinking into my cunt, making a moan bubble up from the depths of my throat as I dug in my fingertips just a little, adjusting to the size of him. He captured my mouth in a desperate and deep kiss and sank his cock in a little more, his fingertips digging into my hips as he pumped himself in and out, quietly groaning, growling my name, nipping at the side of my neck.

 “Feels so good, darlin. Hope,” his voice was drowned out by my needy whines and whimpering as he started to fuck into me deeper and a little faster, his cock strking against my spot and making me curl my toes against his ass just to get any kind of actual grip on anything and maybe alleviate the ache and desperate need for more friction. “You hope what?’ I asked the question softly, my words ripped from me in breathy gasps as his hips snapped against mine, burying himself even deeper inside with each thrust of his cock. 

“Hope I’m makin you feel good too.” he took a few seconds to say it. I took his face in my hands, our mouths colliding as I used my heels to drive him in even deeper, my back arching as I focused on kissing him until neither of us could breathe. As the kiss broke and we pulled our mouths apart to catch our breath, I muttered against his ear, “So amazing, Adam.” to answer his question. “Don’t fucking stop baby, please.” I urged him to keep going, harder and faster, and he obliged, picking up the pace with each time my heels dug into his ass. “Ugh, Adam, fuck.. You’re so fuckin big.” I moaned out at one point, a little louder than I meant to. Adam was quick to lean in, his mouth meeting mine again, swallowing up my loud moans and swearing in ecstasy as he chuckled against it, his own grunts and quiet needy groans being swallowed by me when I deepened the kiss and rubbed my body against his over and over again just because I love the way it felt… Softness against hardened muscles.

“Darlin, fuck.” he moaned out at one point and I whimpered in response, “Adam, don’t… Fuck, don’t stop. Right there.” as my head fell back and my fingers toyed with his hair and dug into his shoulders even more. He was really slamming into me at this point, the booth top I sat on creaking quietly, making me tense a little when I first noticed it. 

Adam slowed slightly when he noticed me tense up at a particularly loud creak from the table, a quiet chuckle against the shell of my ear. “Stop doin that.”

“I can’t help that this table sounds like it’s on it’s last legs, Adam.” I answered, nipping at his bottom lip. 

“Trust me, darlin. I’m not gonna let you hit the ground.” Adam muttered as his lips locked on my upper lip, sucking. He started to slam into me all over again, erratically, faster and so much harder. When he scooted me even closer to the table’s edge, I caught myself making a surprisingly minimal effort  not to tense up.

To do as he asked and trust him not to drop me. It surprised me that trusting him was a lot easier than I thought. He chuckled as he held me up, a leg over each arm, continuing to plow into me with erratic hip snaps met by my own erratic thrusts in response. My breath kept catching in my throat and every single time I thought I’d be able to breathe again, he’d manage to bottom out, his cock striking against my spot a time or two and sending me even closer to an orgasm so intense that I ached to let go.

“I’m so close.” he growled against my ear while staring into my eyes. I clung to him desperately, rocking my hips greedily against the deep drives in and out that his cock made, my stomach tensing a little more with each second closer I got to my orgasm finally shattering me. “Fuck this feels so good.. Ahh.” I moaned out as my head fell back and Adam sat me halfway onto the table’s edge again, tilting my hips and letting my wrap my legs back around his waist, his hands pumping my body up and down on his cock, his fingertips leaving red marks against my skin as they dug in harder. His cock bottomed out and I felt myself starting to shake, my body tensing as I fought to keep from getting off.

“Let go. C’mon, darlin.” Adam grunted lazily against my mouth as he went in for another kiss, his breathy groan swallowed by my mouth when I returned the kiss and wrapped my arms around his neck, fingers going to his hair, tugging at it lightly. He didn’t need to repeat himself, with another deep drive into my dripping cunt, my orgasm was shattering through, leaving me breathless and clinging to him, my teeth grazing against his collarbone as I rested my head against his shoulder and continued to fuck through my orgasm while pulling myself together….

[sinner-as-saint]

Back For You (Mob! Seb AU)

The Completed Series.

Mob Boss! Sebastian Stan x Reader.

Run-through: You fell for the charms of a beautiful stranger, but then you fell down the rabbit hole.

Themes: mob boss! Seb, language, SMUT, slight fluff, Daddy kink

  A/N: I will forever be a hoe for this shoot!!

 “See you tomorrow, y/n. And don’t forget the back door,” your co-worker yelled as she walked out of the door. Her shift ended early today, while you still had an hour left and it was your turn to close down today.

You worked at the local pub. It was a quiet, cozy space and given it was quite a small town – not that many people visited. And those who did, were all just overworked, tired people who just needed a pint of beer or Guinness before going home to their boring lives.

You quickly glanced at the clock and it read 10:05 p.m.

Just one more hour until you could go home.

You weren’t desperate to go home, you lived alone and you liked it. Your parents were separated and lived in different cities, and you had no siblings. And neither did you have a boyfriend.

After you graduated from college recently, all your days were spent dropping CVs basically anywhere; without getting any calls back and in the evening you worked at the pub so you could pay your bills. Your dad was loaded, so he did send you money every month but you didn’t want to be living off his money so you only touched it when you desperately needed to.

 You were re-arranging the glasses on the counter top when the bell dinged, signaling that someone had walked in. The clock read 10:45 p.m.

Weird, you thought, usually no one comes by at this time. The only customer who stayed till late was Johnny, the divorced dad of three and he left at 9.30 every night, and usually after him there was no other customer. But today was different.

 “Hello? Are you closing?” a voice husky voice asked, as gradual footsteps echoed off the walls of the empty pub.

You turned your head towards the door and noticed the man at the entrance.

An unfamiliar man, you had never seen him before so you assumed he was passing by.

He was tall, well dressed and looked to be very… expensive.

You studied his appearance further and noticed how blue his eyes were, and how his appearance screamed power and dominance.

As soon as he walked in, his cologne lingered in the air. He looked intimidating, and he looked good. Like really, really good.

The kind of good that would make someone wanna get close but run away at the same time.

 “No, sir. It’s open. What can I get you?” you asked in your professional voice and he smiled, taking a seat right in front of you at the counter, smiling.

You noticed the crinkles by his tired, yet breathtaking blue eyes and somehow got lost in them temporarily.

He looked like he was in his late thirties, and he looked way more handsome than half the boys in the magazines.

 “Oh thank God! I’ve been wandering for a good 30 minutes looking for a beer. It’s been a rough day,” he said, licking his pink lips. You smiled faintly and you grabbed the closest pint glass and immediately started filling it up by lifting the valve of the beer tap.

While you were at it, you noticed that the beautiful stranger hadn’t lifted his eyes off you. You shook it off because you were pretty sure he was probably lost in his thoughts, because he was way out of your league to stare at you.

Once you finished pumping the beer, you placed it in front of him. He picked it up almost immediately and took a long sip, all while maintaining eye contact with you.

You cleared your throat and looked away once he swallowed the sip and went back to pretending to be busy arranging the other glasses on the counter.

 “What’s your name?” he asked, placing his elbows on the counter and leaning on it.

You don’t know what it was, but something about him made you nervous. And you barely knew him.

 “Y/n.” you simply replied, scared that you would make a fool of yourself by stuttering if you said anything else.

 He smiled, genuinely.

 “That’s a pretty name. I’m Sebastian by the way,” he smirked and you decided to have a little talk with the gorgeous stranger. After all, you wouldn’t see him ever again.

 “Well what brings you to our little town, Sebastian?” you asked and he took another sip of beer. He sighed once he finished swallowing the beverage.

 “Ah, work stuff. Just, really boring work stuff, doll. You from around here?” he further asked.

You nodded, placing one last pint glasses where it belonged and moved to stand right in front of him, placing the palms of your hand on either side of your frame.

He was barely two feet away from you and you weren’t complaining. His voice, his smile, his ocean eyes…they all drew you in like a trance.

 “Born and raised. My parents lived here all their lives too before they- I, I’m sorry I shouldn’t be piling on you like that, I apologize sir,” you rambled but he placed one of his warm hand on top of yours, causing you to look him in the eyes.

“Hey, it’s okay. We all need someone to confide in, be it strangers. Talk to me, c’mon. I don’t really have people who tell me stuff, most of them just listen,” he spoke, avoiding your eyes often during his speech.

 “I know, it’s just weird that- I mean, I don’t usually tell people stuff. My friends, they all left town to settle in big cities and I’m left here, alone,” you spoke and a hand lifted your chin up.

 “Hey, it’s okay. You know, you won’t be alone forever,” he said, smiling and his words made you chuckle.

He placed his hands back on the counter too quickly, almost as if he was scared you might misunderstand his touch.

“Yeah, like anytime now my prince charming will come by in his shining golden armor and on white horse and he’ll sweep me off my feet and we’ll ride to his kingdom,” you joked and he smiled, shaking his head.

“Or, maybe he’ll come by in a black car, wearing a dark suit and instead of taking you away to his kingdom on a horseback, he’ll simply ask you if he can drop you home,” Sebastian spoke smoothly, a grin on his face while his eyes had a hint of mischief in them.

You found yourself at a loss of words. Needless to say, you sucked at flirting. And with a man this good looking offering to drive you home, you didn’t know how to respond.

“Well, I’ll tell him I can walk back, there’s no need for him to bother,” you did your best and it made him smile. And something told you he wasn’t giving up just yet.

He kept his eyes on you as you shifted under his gaze. It was a chilly night but he was making you feel warm and tingly, in certain places more than others.

 “It’s getting late and dark outside, doll. You shouldn’t walk alone, let me drop you.” His tone gave you the indication that he wasn’t one to negotiate with. He had an authoritative way of talking. His words were laced with superiority.

 Everyone warns their kids, at some point, that they shouldn’t talk to strangers. Or take rides from them. Your parents did too, but here you were, breaking all the rules.

He sensed your hesitation and was quick to speak again.

 “Don’t be scared doll, I won’t hurt you,” he said, and somehow, your heart convinced your brain and you agreed to let him drive you back home.

 Was that a wrong move? You didn’t care, surprisingly.

 He finished his drink, and you locked the back door, turned off all the lights, set the alarm and finally locked the front door – Sebastian watching all of your moves the whole time.

Normally, having a guy you barely knew staring at you would make you extremely uncomfortable but this was different, he was not making any weird comments or making you feel unsafe in anyway.

 “Okay, I’m done. Again, you don’t have to drop me, I live nearby I-,”

“Oh I know I don’t have to, I want to though. Get in, y/n,” he opened the door to his sleek, shiny black car.

“I hope you won’t kidnap me, Sebastian. I’ll bore you to death so much that you’ll end up dropping me back here,” you joked, your words laced with sass and he threw his head back laughing.

“I would never, doll. Trust me,” he said, again and you stepped inside the expensive car, one which you could never afford anytime soon.

The pure leather interior felt cold under your touch. And the car smelt like Sebastian’s cologne, and something else. A faint, salty, smoky smell. Charcoal? You couldn’t place a finger on it.

 Sebastian got in the driver’s seat and smiled at you again.

“I never thanked you, for the beer. I’ll be sure to drop by your pub again,” he said, his voice low and something about it make you shiver.

You didn’t even know this man that well, but he was doing things to you that no one ever did before. He was making you nervous just by talking.

 “Sure, just know that late customers are annoying,” you sassed, and he laughed again.

His laugh was… hot.

 He started the car with the push of a button and the engine purred.

“Where to, ma’am?” he asked, smirking.

You giggled.

 “Drive down the main road, and then take a right once we pass the library, and my apartment building’s right there,” you gave him the directions and he listened with an occasional nod.

 “Seat belt, doll,” he said, looking at your with his gorgeous eyes which lowkey made you breathless and once the belt clicked, the car took off.

 The pub was at 15 minutes walking distance from your apartment, so the journey back to your apartment was much shorter. But with the sudden appearance of the thick tension in the air, each moment felt like a millennium.

 The car ride was comfortably silent, with you stealing quick glances of Sebastian’s face.

 “Hey, I never asked. What do you do? I mean, you said you were here for work, right? Where do you work?” you asked, casually.

And you couldn’t help but notice the slight reluctance in his voice as he answered your question.

 “I, uh, deal with money. I make deals, with big shots you know CEOs and businessmen and people like that. It, uh, pays well. Which is why I’m always moving, a new city almost every day,” he explained, vaguely and you decided to leave it be because you didn’t want to come off as nosy.

A different city almost every day…

Your heart sank as those words rolled out of his kissable mouth. So he was a wanderer, meaning you definitely wouldn’t see him again.

Right?

  In a couple of agonizing minutes, the car came to a halt.

It was time for you to part ways with the stranger. But something inside you stirred and suddenly all you wanted to do was to figure out the mysterious stranger. What was his deal? Why was someone so successful like him in your little town?

 “Can I walk you to your apartment, doll?” he asked, politely. His eyes searched yours.

Doll… you mentally repeated the word a couple of times.

No one had ever called you ‘doll’ before. Did he think you were pretty? Did he find you cute in your dark green polo shirt, your black skinny jeans and your ankle boots? Did your way too messy, messy bun draw him in just like his perfect face did to you? Did your ordinary e/c eyes capture his attention like his dreamy blue ones did to you, so much so that he now wanted to walk you to your 2 bedroom apartment?

Men like him, you thought, aren’t usually seen with girls like you.

 “Hello? Hey, doll, you okay?” he asked again, smiling.

He was just being nice but then your head went to the gutter.

 Would he call you ‘doll’ in bed? Would he be the broody type who were silent in bed, or would he be more vocal? Would he groan or moan out your name, or would he just bite your shoulder to muffle the filthy sounds which would escape his mouth?

Would he be into foreplay? Would he be surprisingly gentle in bed and hold your hand while you’d ride him or would he pull your hair and spit in your mouth as he pounded into you from behind?

Would he…

 “Yeah, I’m okay. Uh, I- I should go. There’s no need to walk me back, Sebastian, I’ll be fine. Thank you for the ride, have a good night. Oh and, safe travels to, um, wherever you’re going next. Goodbye,” you bade him goodbye with a smile. A smile which you faked to hide all the unholy thoughts you were having about this man you barely knew.

Normally, you weren’t the type to have one night stands, well you did have your fun while you were in college but now, you were much more careful.

 He simply nodded as you stepped out of his expensive looking car, and rushed inside the boring, brown building.

You sighed when you saw the red on white sign still stuck to the elevator. The elevator had not been working for 2 weeks now, and each day, you had to take the many flights of stairs up and down. Ugh, you mentally groaned, there were so many stairs till you got to the fifth floor; your floor.

Reluctantly, you walked up the stairs, dragging your feet as you desperately wanted to feel the comfort of your bed. Perhaps the bed would feel nicer with a certain blue eyed someone in it – ugh! Brain, stop it!

You wanted to get into your home as soon as possible because your body needed food as well. Well, Sebastian is a full course meal, just say- fuck! Enough already, y/n!

 He’s not thinking about you, he’s not thinking about you, he’s not thinking about you. He’s long gone okay, he’s probably about to catch a flight to another, lavish, grand city which you’ll never be lucky enough to visit.

 Minutes later, you finally made it to your apartment. You threw the keys to the pub on the counter of your small kitchen and made your way to your bedroom, passing through your living room. Your apartment wasn’t that spacious but it was good enough. Of course, if someone like Sebastian were to- shit! There you go, thinking about him again.

 “I think I’m going crazy,” you thought out loud as you stood in the middle of your living room, throwing your head back; facing the off white ceiling.

 “Clearly, I mean first you forget your phone in my car, then you leave your front door unlocked and now you’re talking to yourself,” came a voice from behind you and you almost dropped on the floor in embarrassment.

Shit! Fuck! Fucking shit!

 You turned around sheepishly and there he was, the man himself. Sebastian stood in the door way of your kitchen, facing you with your phone in his large hand.

His other hand was stuffed in his pocket and he had a mischievous smirk on. Oh well…

 “Oh, I’m sorry- I, uh, I’m usually very careful but today, I don’t- God! Thank you, for bringing back my phone, Sebastian. And I’m sorry, I know how tiring the stairs can be and t-,”

 Your words came to a complete stop as he walked towards you and stopped merely inches away from you.

At this point, within this close proximity, you could detect the faint smell of nicotine, beer and mint in his breath, mixed with the cologne he wore. His scent was enough to get any girl weak in her knees, and you were still standing so, you were kind of proud of that.

 His azure eyes bore into yours and he seemed like he was looking for something in the depth of your eyes.

Slowly, cautiously, he extended his hand towards you until his knuckled ever so lightly caressed your cheek. You closed your eyes for a brief moment, thinking that when you’ll open them he’ll be gone. You thought it was all your imagination until you opened your eyes again and saw that he was still there. In your living room, in your apartment, inches away from you. And you had trouble understanding what was going on.

Despite the confusion, you found yourself relishing his touch.

His hand stroked your cheek, then your jaw and finally settled back on your cheek.

 “I would say you’re just tired, doll. Or maybe someone is troubling your thoughts. Care to share?” he whispered, holding your face gently, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip gently.

Your thoughts were racing at a thousand miles an hour and your heart was beating insanely fast. You could hear your heartbeats ringing in your ears, yet all you could focus on was the sound of his voice. Weirdly, it calmed you down and made you feel all warm and tingly again.

 “Wh-,”

 The sound of a ringtone cut you off. And it wasn’t your own.

Sebastian sighed loudly and fished his pocket until he found his phone, he tapped on the screen and placed the device over his ear and had a serious look on his face.

 “Qu’est qu’il y a maintenant?” he barked on the phone, anger lacing his words. You noticed how quickly his mood changed.

(What is it now?)

One moment he was being all caring, cocky and gentle with you and now, all of a sudden he’s mad at some poor someone on the phone.

Although, hearing him speak French fluently did do, um, things to you.

You stood in front of him as he kept arguing over the phone. The vein on his neck was now prominent and his eyebrows knitted and he pinched the bridge of his nose. You noticed that he was trying his best to not lose his calm in front of you.

As he spoke the foreign language, you found yourself getting more and more lost in the sound of his voice.

 “Mais non, bandes de conards! Je vais tous vous tuer si ça ne se déroule pas comme je le veux!” he spat at the unknown caller again.

(No, sons of bitches! I will kill all of you if this doesn’t go my way!)

You understood nothing, not even a word, but it seemed like he swore once or twice. Either way, hearing his talk was… intriguing.

 “Bein ouais, naturellement je le veux! Non, ne m’appelle pas sur ce numéro j- eh bein, je m’enfiche, je suis avec ma meuf. Oui, crétin j’ai une meuf. Maintenant fiche le camp, ne m’appelle plus,” with that, he ended the call and turned to your with his bottom lip caught between his teeth.

(Well yeah, obviously I want it! No, don’t call on the number again I- well I don’t care, I’m with my girl. Yes, dickhead I have a girl. Now get lost, don’t call me again)

He gave you one of those looks which made you feel naked under his gaze.

 “That was...,” you started but then your voice trailed off because you didn’t know what to say.

 Tonight just keeps on getting weirder and weirder.

 “That was someone who I work with. He’s being, uh, annoying to say the least,” Sebastian answered and smiled towards you again.

How can someone switch moods so fast?

 “Where were we, doll?” he asked, taking a step forward once again. He stood right in front of you and you didn’t know if it was your imagination or was it really his body heat which wrapped itself around you.

Either way, you were glad about it.

 “We were, uh, I mean you came to give me my phone and…,” your voice trailed off again as he dragged his finger down your arm, leaving behind a trail of goose bumps on your skin.

His touch was electric, cold fingers sliding across your warm skin; in that moment, you were completely under his spell. And the fact that you barely knew him, added its own magnetism to whatever it is that you were feeling.

 Suddenly, you no longer wanted the charming prince anymore. You wanted him. You wanted Sebastian.

 Sebastian leaned forward just the slightest bit and placed a light kiss on your cheek. He was being very gentle, so much so that he surprised himself.

Usually, women throw themselves at him, and he’d play hard to get for a while then eventually give in. But with you, it was different.

You didn’t try to touch him within the first few minutes of meeting him. You didn’t suggest that he should bring you home so you could ‘give him a good time’. You were barely even ready to accept his offer when he asked to drive you home.

He liked you.

 “Can I kiss you, doll?” he asked, out of the blue, and his eyes never left yours.

His need for your consent surprised you. And you couldn’t talk, scared that your words would make no sense even if you tried.

You nodded in response to his question, and not even a second later, a pair of lips met yours in a needy kiss.

His arm wrapped around your waist while the other one held your head, his fingers tangled in your hair and his lips moved along with yours.

His kiss was steamy. His tongue occasionally stroked yours and his teeth often tugged on your bottom lip, dragging a breathy moan out of you.

Soon, both his hands traveled to your ass and he pressed you further into his built body. At that point, you lost all sense of proper judgment, you didn’t care about anything in that moment; all you knew was that you wanted him. Bad.

“Sebastian…,” you moaned mindlessly as his lips roamed around the skin of your neck, kissing and biting the sensitive skin at the base of your throat.

You could almost physically feel the sparks flying between you and him, firing up the lust in both your heads. And you weren’t complaining.

 You let out a loud moan when he finally found your sweet spot, right above your collar bones right at the base of your neck. You felt him smirk against your skin as his pride amplified.

 His lips found yours again, and he mercilessly bruised your lips with his own and you could feel your desire pooling in your underwear as your downstairs area throbbed in need for his attention.

 “Where’s your bed, baby?” he simply asked and resumed assaulting your lips, while his hands settled under your shirt, right beneath your breasts. His thumb slowly caressed your clothed swells and his touch drove you insane.

 Unable to talk, you simply pointed to the other side of the room – a door way which led to your bedroom.

Sebastian began walking the two of you in that direction when you suddenly stopped, halting him along with you.

You weren’t quite sure why you did that and clearly he was confused as well.

 You broke the kiss briefly, placed your hands on the back of his neck while one gently held his face and you looked him in the eyes.

You noticed that his eyes were darker. Filled with passion, a fiery desire and a strong craving. His lips were much plumper than they were before, they were even a darker shade of pink – caused by you biting and tugging on them earlier.

His breathing was quicker, and as you were pressed up against his torso, you could feel his racing heartbeat; matching your own.

 “Fuck…,” you thought out loud and he smirked again, placing his forehead against yours.

 “You know, I’ll leave whenever you ask me to. Do you want me to go, and leave you all frustrated here? You want me to go and leave you to get yourself off using your pretty fingers, all while thinking about me? That, or do you want me to touch you everywhere you want me to and leave you begging for more?” he asked.

His words caused your core to throb even more. Your felt the dampness accumulate down there and the thought of him in your bed didn’t help at all.

His teeth nibbled along your jaw right when you were about to answer him, and your words turned into an involuntary moan.

 “Answer me when I talk to you, doll,” he spoke again, tracing your bottom lip with his tongue; forcing all sorts of unholy thoughts in your head about all the ways in which he could use that skilled tongue better.

 “I want you,” you simply said and he smirked again.

“Come on then, let me take care of you,” he spoke and resumed kissing you as his hands lightly tickled your skin under your shirt, causing you to giggle into the kiss.

 The next thing you knew is being lightly pushed down into the satin sheets of your bed, his body blocking your view of anything else but him.

 It was a huge contrast, him in your room. Your walls were highly decorated with a bunch of stuff you bought off Etsy and eBay. It was a very ‘Tumblr’ type of bedroom, with tones of burgundy, grey, white and certain shades of red. And then there he was, Sebastian in his pricey, black suit. The first few buttons of his now crinkly shirt messily open, courtesy of you.

 He smiled warmly down at you and tugged on your shirt, searching your eyes again for any negative signs. You thought it was adorable how he would wait for your consent each time.

You took matters into your own hands and peeled your polo shirt off, mentally thanking yourself for randomly deciding to wear a matching set of underwear on that day.

It would be borderline embarrassing if you found yourself in bed with a gorgeous man while you wore your Captain America panties.

 While you took your shirt off, he slowly got rid of your pants. And in no time, you were laid down in front of him in your set of mint colored underwear. And the mischief in his eyes let you know that he was liking what he saw.

 “So beautiful…,” his voice trailed off as he placed his lips back on yours again.

His hands moved to your boobs and he toyed with your swells while occasionally twisting your clothed, erected nipples.

You moaned into his mouth and he lifted off of you for just a moment. He quickly got rid of his clothes, including his shirt and pants and kissed his way up to your lips again.

Each feathery touch of his mouth drove you further and further into oblivion, and the only thing you could focus on was his hands on your body.

 He kissed his way down your body yet again and you were losing count of how many times he made you moan since he first touched you.

You felt him dragging his lips across your skin and down till he reached your belly button. He kissed his way around it until he reached the seam of your pale green underwear.

You supported yourself up using your elbows in order to get a better view of his actions and you noticed the very prominent hard on in his black briefs. You smirked, knowing perfectly well that he wouldn’t be able to tease you for long.

Out of nowhere, he placed a kiss on top of your clothed, dripping core and earned a loud out of you. You figured that he noticed how wet you were.

 “Barely touched you and you’re dripping already, huh doll? God, such a good girl,” he whispered along your inner thighs as he slowly took off your underwear. Once he got rid of it, his mouth hovered over your glistening heat.

 He placed a kiss on each of your hip bones and stalled, knowing how desperately you wanted him.

 “Fuck! Sebastian… please,” you begged for his touch and he had a smug look on his face.

“Please what? Ask nicely, doll,” his husky voice spoke up again, driving to you the edge.

 You shivered as he placed innocent kisses along your inner thighs in the meantime.

 “Your mouth, I want your mouth, please,” you whined, looking at him with your pleading eyes until he finally gave in.

 He wasted no time as he slipped his tongue past your wet folds, teasing your entrance relentlessly. Occasionally, he’d bite and tease the skin around your heat but he’d eventually get back to where you wanted him the most.

 His lips worked wonders on your dripping heat as his hands wrapped themselves around your thighs, locking you in his tight grip, leaving you no other choice but to endure his sweet assault.

 The wet sounds his mouth made against your soaking core was downright filthy, and so was the moans coming out of you.

 Your hands held his head as he ate you out like his life depended on it.

His tongue lapped up any drop of desire which flowed out of you and his fingers slowly pumped in and out of you as his tongue flicked your sensitive bundle of nerves.

 You soon felt the familiar pressure forming and you knew you wouldn’t last much longer, so you bucked your hips against his face and he got the memo. He flicked his tongue over your entrance rapidly and soon, you came undone with a loud moan.

 His name, along with a series of cuss words left your lips like a chant as your back arched off the bed for a couple of seconds.

You squirmed under his touch and he watched in awe how your pretty face frowned in pleasure.

 You cradled his face in your hands as he kissed his way upwards across your skin again. You noticed the dampness form your heat on his face and how it coated his chin and his lips. The sight of it was filthy enough to make you come again.

 As he moved his body on top of yours, his clothed hard on rubbed against your sensitive core and another involuntary moan escaped your mouth.

He moved his mouth over the shell of your ear and left a bunch of kisses there before whispering into your ear.

 “Very needy, aren’t you, doll? Want me to make you come again? You wanna come again around my cock, huh? Will you be a good and take my cock like a good girl?” he asked, his hand discretely slipping the straps of your bra down your shoulders as his words put you back under his spell.

“Yes, Sebastian please,” you whined, dragging your nails lazily down his back until you reached his briefs.

You pulled his underwear down and his length sprang free, hitting you in your inner thigh in the process. You smiled and Sebastian caught it.

 “I’m gonna make you feel so good, babygirl,” he whispered, aligning his length to your already dripping core.

His leaking tip brushed against your wet folds and you both, simultaneously, let out a soft moan.

Your legs wrapped around his waist and kept him there, he supported himself above you using his elbow as his other hand held his erected length pressed up against your wet folds; teasing you and testing your patience.

You whined in annoyance and he smirked down at you.

 “Tell me how much you want me,” he whispered against your lips as he slowly rubbed his tip up and down your soaked core; driving you crazy in the need for his touch and attention, in some very specific areas.

 “Fuck, I want you so bad Sebastian. Please, it hurts, daddy make it better I promise I’ll be a good girl,” a series of mindless words left your lips and his eyes searched yours as soon as you called him ‘daddy’.

It intrigued him.

 You looked up at him and bit your lip shyly. You had never told anyone, or any of your past lovers about your secret kink, but somehow, you managed to let it all out in front of a stranger you met like an hour ago. That’s the kind of hypnotic effect he had on you.

 “Fuck! Don’t worry babygirl, daddy will make the pain go away,” he whispered against your lips before capturing them in a deep kiss and slipping his length inside of you at the same time.

You hissed when he fully penetrated you, the thickness of his length stretched you to your maximum and you were panting as he filled you to the brim.

He gave you a quick moment to get used to his size and when you kissed him back, slipping your tongue in his mouth, he took it as a sign which meant it was okay for him to move.

Your tongue stroked the top of his mouth as his length slipped in and out of your entrance gently, taking his time with you and allowing you to feel all of him. And you did.

You felt the prominent vein along his cock, and his throbbing red tip and it brushed against your walls each time he rocked into your wet heat.

He was being careful, cautious; watching your face intently as your eyes rolled back in pleasure. He didn’t want to hurt you, which is why he was taking it slow. Normally, he didn’t spend this much time and effort around a woman’s body. Usually, he’d fuck and leave in like 20 minutes, but here with you, this felt right. And he wanted to stay for as long as he could.

You liked that he respected you enough to be careful with you. But you wanted more, and he was taking his sweet time so you decided to act upon what you wanted.

 While he was distracted with the amount of pleasure that your body brought him, you managed to flip the two of you so you straddled him, with his length still rims deep into your core.

 He groaned as you bucked your hips against him, placing your hands on his chest and leaning down to kiss his perfect face.

“Baby, that’s not fair,” he moaned as you moved up and down his cock, your walls pumping him like he desperately wanted them to.

 You could only moan in response as you moved up and down his length faster, your clit occasionally rubbing against the hairy base of his abdomen and adding to the pleasurable sensation.

 “Fuck! Sebastian I-,” before you could finish your sentence, he flipped you both back over again; him being on top like he initially was.

 “What did you just call me? It’s daddy to you, babygirl,” he said, stopping any movement which was bringing you closer to your release and you whined.

 “Daddy, please! I’m sorry, just fuck me, please!” you moaned, trying to buck your hips against him, but he stopped your actions by pulling out of you.

You noticed a thin layer of sweat covering his body and the scent of his raw skin turned you on even more.

You whined again, at the loss of contact from his God-crafted body and he clicked his tongue.

 “No, bad girls don’t get to come just like that. Apologize and ask politely, babygirl,” he looked you dead in the eyes with his stormy blue ones and you shuddered under his gaze.

Your core throbbed and kept dripping as his didn’t move a muscle above you.

 “I’m sorry daddy, please I need you, please it hurts,” you pleaded and he smiled down at you.

 “Now that’s a good girl,” he spoke, kissing the sin under your ear, causing your back to lift off the bed and your chest pressed against his.

 He slipped his length into you completely without any warning, and you moaned against his cheek. He tapped your thighs, letting you know that he wanted them around his waist because that gave him a better angle.

Once you locked your legs behind him, he pounded into you without any mercy.

 “Oh my- fuck! Daddy…” you moaned as he rocked into your core at an insane speed.

 “Fuck! You are so tight baby,” he whispered in your ear as he moved his hips rapidly against yours, causing the all too familiar pressure to form in between your hips once again.

 “Daddy! I-,” your words were muffled by his mouth being placed in yours. He drank in every moan, every groan and every cuss word which left your mouth.

The kiss was messy, tongues battling one another while your lips made it their mission to bruise each other. Your hands held both his biceps as he filled you up more and more each time.

Your mind stopped functioning at one point and all you could make out was that his body was moving against yours wonderfully. And his cock touched every single nerve which it needed to inside of you.

 His toned abs rubbed against your skin and he placed his forehead on top of yours. The simple gesture was so sweet and so intimate that suddenly, you didn’t want to let him go. You wanted him, here, with you every single day. But even your mind which was clouded with lust and desire knew that that was impossible.

 He groan as his thrust got more and more relentless, both your bodies rocked together as he set the pace.

You moaned out his name shamelessly, and soon, the pressure was too much to handle.

 “Daddy, can I come please?” you asked, your eyes rolling back again because the pleasure was way to intense.

 He moaned at what you called him.

 “Yeah babygirl, come for me. Come for daddy like the good girl you are. Taking my cock so well, come for me baby,” he whispered against the side of your mouth.

 You let yourself go, and noticed that his thrust started losing their rhythm as well.

You rode through the waves of euphoria as it washed over you violently, and you knew he felt the same because despite being fucked into oblivion, you could still hear him whisper your name under his breath as he came, equally as hard as you.

You felt his warm load shooting inside of you and you smiled in satisfaction. His body soon went limp and he fell on top of you, still being slightly careful as to not crush you with his body weight.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulder and you heard him chuckle into your ear.

 “Babygirl, you were so good,” he whispered, his voice hoarse.

 “You too, daddy,” you whispered in his ear and soon, you drifted off to sleep.

 You were too tired to open your eyes but you felt as though somebody cleaned you, put you under the covers and wrapped their strong arms around you, nuzzling their face into your neck as you fell into a dreamless sleep.

  -NEXT MORNING-

You woke up feeling sore, which was not surprising given last night’s activities. You woke up in a black shirt, with the buttons undone and carefully wrapped in your baby blue blanket.

You sat up in your bed and immediately check the other side of the bed. It was empty, just like you thought it’d be. But you couldn’t ignore the little hope you had that he’d still be right there when you would wake up.

But oh well.

You noticed that his scent still lingered in the air. Could be the bed, the ruffled sheets which were slowly getting colder and colder, or it could be his shirt which covered your bare body. You looked down and noticed the loving marks he left on your skin. Along tour inner thighs, your stomach, around your breasts and although you couldn’t see it, you knew your neck would be covered with love bites as well. You still felt his presence on your skin, and you liked it.

 As you rubbed your eyes and started standing up, despite hissing at the soreness in between your legs; you noticed a carefully folded piece of paper placed upon your bedside table.

You picked it up and unfolded it and smiled at the messy handwriting.

 -Hey babygirl, I had fun last night and I know you did too. I had to get away for work but believe me, I’ll be back soon.

Stay safe for daddy, and stay away from men who come to the pub late at night – you’re mine and mine only.

Love, S. Stan.

 You smiled at his note, your stomach filling up with butterflies as you read that one line over and over again.

‘You’re mine and mine only’

 However, your smile instantly faded as you read the signature.

‘S. Stan’

You almost choked on your own spit as realization hit you like a brutal hurricane.

S. Stan… Sebastian Stan…

 You had just slept with the most notorious and dangerous mob boss the entire country had ever witnessed. Shit!

And then it all made sense; that smoky smell in his car was probably gunpowder, he was yelling in French because the mob boss was said to be mainly affiliated with French gangs.

Holy fuck, did you just call such a man daddy while he pounded into you in your own bed? And is it wrong that you liked it? 

 Your hands trembled slightly as you held the note a bit too tight in your hands as you started pacing around in your room due to the stress.

‘I’ll be back soon’

‘You’re mine…’

He was known to be a man of his words. Running away from him would be both futile and dangerous. If he said he would, then he would definitely come back for you.

[fvlminare]

✗✗✗   you see [ camille rivas ] around lately? yeah i heard that the [ cis female ] is up to no good. [ she / her ] has been here for [ three years ] now but they’re still pretty [ calculating ] which is fine because they’re also [ ardent ] so it balances out. the [ twenty-six ] year old [ dancer at mayhem ] actually looks like a lot like [ sofia carson ], don’t you think? it’s best to watch out, though, because it’s been said that they’re really into [ the rush of cocaine in her veins & a vice grip on her throat ]. 

henlo it me again! i hope u guys aren’t sick of me yet bc here’s my other bb! say hello to my boss-ass bish gal camile! she’s sassy, classy and a lil badassy. she’s a rather feisty, fiery, ball of rage and anger who cba with ur bullshit tbh n she’ll tell u this too if u piss her off enough! she’s lowkey cutthroat and always out for number one, aka: herself. but, i mean, she does have some redeeming qualities and her hair is bomb af so that makes up for it all really, doesn’t it? basically that meme: ‘ she’s beauty, she’s grace, she’ll punch you in the face. ’ anywho, you know the drill, slap a lil luv on this n i’ll come pester u for all the good stuff : - ) 

fundamentals.

CAMILLE ALARA RIVAS     —     twenty-six, dancer at mayhem,   +   an honest-to-god vixen   /   hellcat   /   lil demoness ! 

aesthetics   ➤   dresses of black lace and red velvet, the scent of chanel perfume lingering in the air as she floats past, blood-red fingertips coiled around the pistol grip of a gun, red-bottomed heels clicking against marble floors, rose gold highlighter shimmering along the height of prominent cheekbones, satin dresses draped over a svelte frame that is shrouded in an air of mystery and intrigue, baby pink roses in a vase on the window sill, deft fingers stained with charcoal and oil paint, the melodic chime of piano keys, delicate digits adorned with moonstone gem rings, a coy smile spread across full crimson lips, long raven locks blowing in the cool breeze of a summer’s evening, battered books with dog-eared pages, a sense of freedom and carelessness when dancing for fun, & a sense of allurement and captivation when dancing for work.

nicknames. cam, cami, mil, millie, spawn of satan >:~)

date of birth. april tenth.

gender. cis female.

pronouns. she + her.

birthplace. manhattan, new york.

orientation. pansexual + demiromantic.

education. bachelor of dance degree obtained from nyu tisch school of the arts.

spoken languages. can speak fluent english, spanish, & latin.

negative traits. capricious, ornery, impulsive, guileful, caustic, brusque, obstinate, destructive, deceptive, & promiscuous.

positive traits. ardent, whimsical, intrepid, graceful, poised, elegant, headstrong, observant, independent, & confident.

strengths. optimistic, energetic, creative, practical, spontaneous, rational, knows how to prioritise, great in a crisis, & relaxed.

weaknesses. stubborn, insensitive, private, reserved, easily bored, dislikes commitment, & has a rather risky behaviour.

talents. ballet, knife throwing, hand-to-hand combat, horse riding, figure skating, piano, violin, painting, singing, & dancing.

physiology. hazel eyes. dark brown hair. five feet, four inches tall. of a petite, slender stature with subtle curves and long hair. has a long silvery scar on her back. her skin is clean of any tattoos. has both earlobes pierced. requires glasses but wears contacts most days. is right-handed.

psychology. aries zodiac. fire element. ravenclaw house. istp-a. true neutral. type seven enneagram. choleric temperament. intra-personal intelligence type. addicted to alcohol, tobacco, and cannabis. suffers from addiction and abandonment issues. her vices are lust, greed and wrath. her virtues are ... ( again ) honestly, probably just diligence tbh.

background.

possible triggers   :   child abandonment, abandonment issues, foster homes, alcohol, drugs, violence, gore, blood, murder, & death.

a synopsis.   ok so for this gal, let’s all give a big, warm welcome to sadness ( no, i was in no way at all inspired by salem from sabrina for that line ) bc boy oh boy, her life has been constant grief and pain, tbh. strap in for the bumpy ride, i’ll give u cookies for compensation. OK SO, camille was abandoned as a baby, never did—and still doesn't—know her biological parents and she doesn’t want to either, tbh. she bounced around from foster home to foster home, never sticking in one place for too long. given her turbulent upbringing, she was somewhat of a difficult child. too boisterous, too unruly, too stubborn, too inquisitive. too much of everything but never enough of anything. never enough for anybody to want her. it didn’t take the girl too long to figure out that it was just her alone, against the big bad world. from the age that she was old enough to realise it, camille knew that she had to fend for herself—that she could never truly rely on a single soul but herself. the hollowness inside her chest never quite satiated, leaving her empty and only too well aware of the lack of her real parental figures. as a young adolescent, this started to crawl under her skin and mess with her mind. it rendered her void of affection and unable to form genuine bonds with others—filling her with deep-rooted resentment that festered beneath the surface of the indifferent demeanour she plastered over herself every day. she always felt starved of love: as if some integral part of her heart was missing, leaving a gaping void that nobody could ever fill. anywho, she fell in with the wrong crowd which did little to aid her foster families hostility toward her. truthfully, most of her experiences in various homes were ... not pleasant. she’d encountered abusive ‘parents,’ horrible ‘siblings,’ and even worse schooling days. pressing the self-destruct button is this gal’s speciality thus she found herself gravitating towards her vices: things and people she knew were no good for her. drink, drugs, people, you name it. quickly, she realised that these things were no longer any good at keeping her dark side at bay: she needed something more, something deeper. thus, she began going down the road of petty crimes—stealing cars, smashing windows, theft, setting fires both metaphorically and literally. due to this lifestyle, she wound up entangled with some real shady folk who did … even shadier things. most specifically, she started dating a real jackass who was violent and truthfully, a horrible person, really. stupidly, she decided to run off into the metaphorical sunset with him * insert eye roll emoji here. * so, fast forward a year or so and things took a swift nosedive when her lowlife boyfriend’s hands were round her throat and not in the kinky way. while she’d clawed at him and tried to fight him off, she struggled against his weight and strength until, eventually, she lifted the first makeshift weapon she felt: a rusted pair of scissors. [ TRIGGER FOR VIOLENCE, GORE, BLOOD, MURDER, DEATH ] and, in a blind state of panic, she jammed them right into his jugular vein, his blood squirting out and decorating her face in crimson splatters. he’d stumbled backwards, clutched onto his neck, blood spurting from the webs between his fingers. naturally, camille was shook about this but somehow managed to flee the scene with less guilt rattling her soul than she’d imagined. [ TRIGGER OVER ] in her mind, it was an act of self defence. it wasn’t too long after the incident that she found herself in a rather perilous situation that resulted in her sudden realisation that she needed to get her damn life on track. therefore, she done the responsible adult thing and got herself a decent education. somehow, she managed to get into university where her life started to shape into a positive one—the kind she’d always dreamed of. once she graduated, camille decided that she wanted to see the world. following a couple of years travelling, she wound up in santa ysabel where she quickly fell into the employment of mayhem. admittedly, this was a far cry from the future she’d envisioned when she was just a sweet, innocent lil child. still, all in all, she kind of digs who she is and what she is: after everything she’s been through, she loves herself. it’s been a long and winding road but camille finally believes that she’s settled in her life now. tho she still refuses to let people in, her abandonment issues terrifying her to the degree that she feels that anybody she’d ever let into her life would eventually leave her in the end. * insert sad face emoji here. *

random extras.

her tell? playing with her hair: when she’s lying, nervous, flirting—you name it!

can drink any man under the table. 

she loves art in every form: paintings, sculptures, music, dance, people, etc. she loves the freedom that expressing herself through these mediums gives her.

she’s ... experimental. she’s experimented with just about everything: hairstyles, clothing, drink, drugs, people ...

can be hella calculating and vindictive so do not cross her.

quite power-hungry tbh.

she does have a shot at redemption but she doesn’t want it lmao. she’s already been to hell so why bother trying to right her wrongs?

and boy, are her wrongs a century-long list shkjsh.

high key is not above killing people who don’t do things her way.

doesn’t believe she’s capable of loving anyone.

she’s lowkey a perfectionist to the point of being ruthless, also cutthroat and egotistical.

if ya ain’t of use to her, then what the heck is ur purpose???

she’s v ambitious, v morally ambiguous, v self-serving and v self-involved.

she can be ... aggressive sometimes and most definitely has anger issues.

dry sense of humour one million per cent.

her signature look is her blood-red lips.

extremely skilled with knives and blades. and always carries one on her person at all times.

her most prized possession is her brushed chrome zippo lighter. it has her initials engraved into it and where she got it from, or who is something she’ll never tell.

always says she needs to quit smoking but never does and probably never will either.

did someone say ... resting bitch face???

tho when she smiles it’s like sunshine uwu

high key will sleep with anyone.

first place is the ONLY acceptable place, ok??? 

one of those people who just excels at everything she tries her hand at.

absolutely adores animals. much prefers them to humans.

she’s quite adventurous and loves to feel the adrenaline in her blood.

doesn’t take herself or her life too seriously.

always up for a good time and is usually the life of the party.

outspoken and quick-witted with a sharp tongue.

much too sassy and sarcastic for her own good.

really, she does what she wants to, when she wants to, without seeking the approval of others.

truthfully? she’s a bit of a spitfire if you really irk her. so, watch out.

you can find a pinterest board for her by clicking anywhere here.

[marvelingjules]

It’s kind of been popping into and out of my mind lately, and I kind of just need to... babble about it. And there’s not really many people outside of the internet I can babble with about it. So. Pardon this.

I don’t really feel much need to, like, do the “coming out” thing to people in my life. If it comes up, I don’t hide it - apparently, especially if I’ve been drinking; Cousins Night a la Thanksgiving 2015 proved that very well - and I don’t, like, avoid the subject of finding girls absolutely fucking cute like wow just as much as boys can be hella adorable like jeeez.

I’m bi, and it’s as much a fact of my life now for me as “I like to read” and “I work two jobs and go to Grad School full time.” It’s not something that I feel I need to go around announcing, but if it comes up in conversation I don’t think too much about just letting it be a simple thing, if that makes sense. (I mean, I don’t talk about it at work; I consciously censor myself on that, but that’s more because I don’t bring my personal life into work, so. I just don’t really think work - and work friends, usually - need to know about my relationships or lack thereof.)

But... I’ll admit there’s, like, one person that I’m lowkey afraid of finding out about it. Because I love her to absolute pieces, and part of me is like “She would never hate you or treat you differently because you happen to also like girls, not just boys” but another part.... Even typing this, my heart’s going faster and my throat is tighter and it’s stupid but I kinda want to cry?

Three or four times last time we hung out, she made the comment with a laugh “People probably think we’re lesbians.” Because we hug a lot, because we don’t get to see each other often, because how silly is that thought, that either of us could like girls. And she’s made comments about a character from a book series we read in high school - consistent comments since high school that have never changed tone - that happens to be a bi character. (Or was, till the damn author pulled a bit of that biphobic card of “No, I just didn’t want to admit I was gay, so I slept with women too, even though textual evidence all implies I enjoyed both very much, no, I was truly gay all along!” Just... I mean, I don’t know, I’d assume that maybe that does happen in real life, but also, it just seemed like such a cop out in the story? idk. Whatever.)

She doesn’t like him, basically? Because he’s bi. Because he should either be gay, or like women. Because he sleeps with both. He’s her “least favorite” because of this, is what her remarks and comments always come down to.

Do you... I’m sure some of you do. Understand, how terrifying it can be to love someone so much (platonically, we’ve always been in the “I love you completely and platonically) and to also be so fucking unsure that she won’t... stop loving you like that, because you’ve heard enough hints of biphobia from her over the years to know that she’s... consciously or not... not okay with what you are.

Not that she knows it’s what you are.

Because maybe this is the one person you need to actually come out to, but you don’t know if you ever can.

It’s just... most of the time, I can ignore it. Except more and more lately, every time we manage to hang out, rare though it is, or even talk, I just... have this knowledge sitting heavy in my mind, and it’s horrible, and I hate how it makes me want to avoid her, and also how it makes me want to hide this part of myself from her forever. Neither’s fair to either of us. But I genuinely am not sure what’ll happen if I do tell her, and I treasure her friendship so much I don’t want to chance losing it.

[saccharinedanganimagines]

You guys are the besssssssstt 😁 can I get Souda, Hajime, Nagito, Gundham and Nekomaru reacting to an s/o asking to stay with them because they're scared to sleep alone during the killing game? Thank you 😘 best blog 💖

No you’re the best don’t make me come over there–Seriously though thank you Can you imagine if someone really did break in though?? Oooohhhh~

Kazuichi:

○ Totally freaks out (in a good way)! He tries to act calm about it but it’s super obvious that he’s anything but calm.

○ At first his thoughts end up a bit dirty. I mean, his crush asking him to spend the night? In their bedroom? Alone? How could his mind not go there, even if for an instant

○ Kazuichi still scolds himself though. He knows that that isn’t what s/o meant (it-it isn’t, right?) and he should be trying to be serious for them. It takes him a second, but Kazuichi does manage to compose himself

○ Doesn’t even hesitate in accepting. What kind of guy would say no to spending the night with his crush?! Plus, this gives him an opportunity to show off in front of them and try to make s/o think he’s cool

○ Goes through a million emotions during the day, from elation to almost outright terror. Fuyuhiko ends up getting the brunt of Kazuichi’s venting even if he doesn’t really get why he’s freaking out this much

○ Kazuichi is super nervous when he finally arrives at s/o’s cottage. He has no idea what to do with himself and he’s sweating and stuttering so much. ‘I-I’ll uh. Sleep on the floor!’

○ He had an entire scene planned out in his head in which he said all sorts of cool, reassuring things and s/o basically fell madly in love with him and threw themselves into his arms– He realizes that’s not realistic, but he was hoping to at least say something to make them feel better and maybe make himself look good

○ If s/o offers to share their bed with him Kazuichi is actually going to be vibrating. Pillow barrier or not he’s going to be way too aware of how close they are, the warmth coming off of them, the sound of their breathing… there’s no way he’ll sleep

○ More likely than anything, though, the night will begin with s/o thanking Souda for staying with them even though they may think it’s a bit of a pathetic thing to ask. This’ll lead to Souda comforting them, saying he’s scared too (even if he thinks he’s dumb for admitting that) which in turn leads to the two of them opening up to one another about their feelings and fears.

○ They’ll stay up all night talking, but despite that both of them feel a lot more refreshed than they have in a long time. They’re closer than ever too.

Nagito:

○ He hesitates at first. It’s not that he doesn’t want to spend the night with s/o, or doesn’t want to comfort them, but with his luck he’s afraid it might not be the best idea.

○ With enough convincing s/o will be able to get him to agree, though. As much as he berates himself for it sometimes Nagito can’t help but do things against his ‘best’ judgement if s/o asks him like that.

○ “Well, if someone does try to hurt you I can at least sacrifice myself. It would be an honor for someone like me to die in order to protect the hope that you hold.” Nagito missed the point on that one by a few miles, but at least he’s agreed to stay the night–

○ Honestly, s/o is probably more nervous than he is about the whole thing. “ohh, so this is what your room looks like huh?” being the first thing Nagito says when he walks in definitely doesn’t put them at ease. ‘Ahh, it suits you. I mean that in a good way!’ probably doesn’t help either

○ Nagito can’t help but observe his surroundings. He’s not creepy about it, he doesn’t go through anything, but he’s noticing all sorts of things about s/o’s room and equating them to their personality. The decor, how clean/dirty it is…

○ Probably offers to sleep in the bathtub or something so s/o doesn’t have to be near ‘trash’ like him while they sleep. There’s no way Nagito is willing to take the bed, but they can probably compromise on him taking the couch

○ In all honesty he’s… not the comforting verbally. His ideals are very uniquely his own, and he doesn’t find the killing game despairing because of the hope it has the potential to bring. If s/o is anxious talking to him may not help too much

○ At the very least he’ll assure s/o that he will protect them. His way of saying it is perhaps a bit… Nagito (offering to sacrifice himself, talking about how important their hope is, ect) he is being genuine. Knowing that he’s there for them is somewhat comforting, at least

○ Lowkey stays up all night to make sure they’re safe. Nagito doesn’t know if his luck might turn on them and he wants to be sure he can try to take the fall if it happens. Though he’s normally all for the killing game he can’t bear the idea of something happening to s/o; he passes that off as the idea that their hope shines more brightly than that of the others and he has to protect it.

○ Can’t help but watch s/o’s sleeping face, even though he doesn’t think he deserves to see them like this. They look absolutely beautiful when they’re finally at peace like this, and Nagito can’t help but be terrified that something is going to happen to them because of him

○ Because of that he thought that he’d be relieved when the night was over and he could leave s/o to the safety of their other, not luck-cursed friends. However, Nagito’s rather surprised by just how empty he takes his leave in the morning…

Gundham:

○ “Do you have any idea what you’re doing, asking this of the forbidden one?!” The answer is flustering him. He’s not sure how to respond to s/o proposition at first so he just starts spouting about being a supreme overlord of evil and whatnot

○ After a few minutes of letting him rant and calm down after the unexpected proposal s/o will either ask again, or assure him that it’s ok if he doesn’t want to. They’ve just been feeling on edge lately and they’d feel safer with him–

○ Not only is this a bit of a puff to Gundham’s pride (after all, they wanted him to keep them safe and not anyone else) but he does earnestly want to protect them. It takes him a few moments of uncomfortable silence to find the proper words but he will accept

○ “Of course you would be able to sense my power s/o. Yet, you do not fear me. You’re incredibly strange for a mortal. But! I will accept your request!” No matter how smug he tries to look and sound, Gundham is holding back a blush at the thought of spending the night with s/o

○ Distracted all day thinking about it. He goes over everything with the Devas, wondering how he’s going to handle this. He’s even more aloof than usual and keeps getting startled when/if anyone approaches him. He’s too in his own head to bother with much of anything else…

○ He arrives at s/o’s house around sunset. He doesn’t want to be late, but he didn’t want to look weird by being too early either. He shows up on their doorstep with his scarf pulled up over his nose saying something like “I’m here about the contract made prior.”

○ Feels really endeared when he walks into s/o’s room. There’s an aura to the place that’s very uniquely them and it puts him a little at ease. Relaxed enough to pull his scarf down, he lets himself ease his shoulders. It even smells like them. Is this what it’s like to be in a girl’s room?

○ He’s not sure if he should touch anything?? He’s there to help but he still somehow feels a bit like an intruder. He’ll be standing stock still in the doorway and s/o will probably have to almost physically usher him to sit down somewhere

○ A shared cup of tea and conversation will help Gundham calm down quite a bit. It helps him see that this isn’t that different from his regular time spent with s/o. It’s almost relaxing, to be somewhere domestic with them.

○ As the topic of conversation turns to the evening and s/o thanking Gunham for coming over, he’ll make a promise to protect them. It’s worded with as much grandeur as always (”Of course! Even an overlord such as myself cannot deny the request of the Queen of Darkness! My powers shall vanquish all who even think to bring harm upon thy exalted name!”) but he is being completely sincere

○ He might just share a bed with s/o if they insist. Even if he’s bright red and hiding in his scarf, he doesn’t want to seem cowardly! But by default he’d be most comfortable staying on the couch.

○ He offers to stay up all night, but when s/o protests and says they’ll feel terrible if he loses all of their sleep for him he’ll relent. Still, he instructs the Devas to wake him if they see anything even a little unusual

Nekomaru:

○ The least shy about it out of any of these boys - probably most of the cast too, to be honest. He understands where s/o is coming from and he’s happy to make them more comfortable

○ He doesn’t like to think anything bad is going to happen, but he’s glad s/o is trying to be prepared. He admires that, but he knows that as much as he tries he can’t be there for them 100% of the time. It’s reassuring to know that s/o is wary

○ Nekomaru may say yes, but s/o isn’t getting off that easy!! If they want to be safe at all times it means they need to be able to protect themselves! The only way to learn that is training

○ Nekomaru cares about s/o so much. He’ll never not protect them in any way he can. But, in his mind, the very best way he can protect them is to teach them to protect themselves. He’ll spend the rest of the day training with them, though he will go at a pace they can keep up with

○ If s/o lets him he’ll make it a regular thing. He’ll even let them train with Akane if they want, though he’s not a fan of the idea of them sparring. He knows s/o’s limits and how to hold back. Akane… not so much. He doesn’t want s/o to get hurt

○ By the time s/o gets home that evening, Nekomaru at their side, they’re probably about ready to pass out. They’re so tired that it outweighs the fear and paranoia they’ve been suffering with at night

○ Nekomaru pretty much just decides that he’ll stay up on the couch. He’s there to keep them safe after all, which he can’t do if he’s sleeping. After all, he agreed to take responsibility for them right? It’s a managers job to take care of their athletes (s/o trained with him at least once it counts) so s/o doesn’t need to worry; he’s just doing his job

○ Once s/o falls asleep Nekomaru can’t help but look at them, sighing quietly to himself. He’s always felt a want, a need, to protect them but it’s at this point that he properly vows to himself that he’ll never let anything happen to them.

○ He really does stay up all night. He’ll even take the liberty of bringing s/o breakfast that morning. Usually he’d wake them up to keep them on a sleeping schedule, but he gets the feeling that this is the first time s/o has been able to sleep properly in a long time…

○ If it helps, Nekomaru offers to stay with them whenever they need it. He likes being with them too, after all.

[diaryofanormalkid]

Yesterday was another CRAZY day with my American Dragon Crush ‼️😳

{okay so to be clear, I’ve been progressing SO much with my American Dragon crush these past couple weeks but I haven’t been able to write it all because 1) It’s a lot!

And 2) I have so little energy to because I’ve been working so much. Like last week I worked a full 7 days in a row, and I’ve never done that EVER. I always have days off inbetween.

So when I finally did get my day off last week Friday, I was running errands and by the time I got home I was too tired to type it all. But sooo much has happened this whole time}

Anyways yesterday was so intense with like progression with him that I just couldn’t wait to share. Even though there’s so much other things that happened, I’m like so conflicted.

So yesterday I had an evening shift and he was working until 8. We had about 4 hours before he was going home, but BOI did he utilize those 4 hours to his advantage.

So when I came, right off the bat we broke the ice which is always better if he expects me to talk to him for majority of the shift. So good on his part I guess.

So I was at his section/station of where he works and as I was walking by, he literally tickled my side 😧 mind you, this is not the first time he’s done this.

It might be the first time I’m documenting it though! If it is, well looool this might be a surprise then. But yeah, so I was kinda not into but I was into it at the same time?

Because I lowkey hate when ppl touch me in general, no matter who it is. So the principle still kinda applies to him. Honestly, I’m not even sure how I felt about it.

I just smiled because he was doing it as a greeting. The whole time though, whenever we were near each other he would ask “what’s up?” Repetitively, as he always does, just to annoy me.

And it kinda worked, I was responding “you know what’s up!” Or just imitating him in his voice and saying it back to him, finding something clever to respond back.

My other coworker joined in on it because at this point many of our coworkers know about our little back-and-forth thing with that, so they eventually have started joining him in making me annoyed.

Sooo THEN my one coworker who was there was on break and I was just passing by to put away some stock and get other stuff, and he was also there, so they felt the need to ask:

“You working tomorrow? What are you gonna do on your day off? You have a date?” And these two ALWAYS like to ponder on my dating life, which I am always so flustered with.

But I’ve gotten used to them by now that it doesn’t fluster me as much as it used to anymore. Regardless, I was still unsure of how to answer, so I just played along and said I do.

And they kept probing and asking, “you have a date? Where are you gonna go?! What time is it?” Things of that nature, and I was like “10!”

So they go, “10am? So early!” And I laughed because i actually meant pm, so they’d leave me alone, but they just assumed it was 10 in the morning.

So after that, he would do or say any little thing to get my attention. Like, “britney, why you so tall? Britney, what’s up?” And at these points I was just shrugging because I was tryna do my job.

Later now, I had to go in the back to wash the salad bar dishes and put them away. So he would pop by every few mins to check in on me and hand me more dishes to wash.

He started asking me what my age was. I was like “we already talked about this, I’m older than you?” And when I wouldn’t answer a specific age, he kept asking and asking.

“How old are you, for real, Britney?” So I just kept saying, “older than you!” Repetitively. But he wouldn’t budge. So then I finally just told him, “I’m 21!” And he’s like “???????” Finally.

Like idk why he acted so shocked, I told him, “we already talked about this. I’m older than you!” And he was like, “this whole time I thought you were in high school, gr. 12”

And I was like naw that’s gotta be a lie/joke because he’s asked me about my major in the past before? Anyways, so I wanted to mess with him so I went to say, “actually, I’m 12.”

So he’s like, “no seriously, you’re 21 though? You were born in 1997?” And I was like, “actually, no, I was born in 2006.” Just to keep up the joke about me being 12.

And he’s like, “no, like forreal, you’re born in 1997?” And finally I was like, “yeah, 1997. I’m older than you by a little over a year. You’re 20, right? Or 19?” Because I wasn’t sure of his birthday.

So he goes, “I’m 20. Turning 21 in December.” And I actually didn’t remember his birthday was that late until now. “Oh yeahhh.” I go. “Your birthday is when?” He asks. I told him it’s in September.

After that refresher of our ages, he would pop in to check on me every once in a while and bother me, etc. And then I finally finished my stuff in the back.

I was getting ready to go on break and my other coworker and him were headed to get some scratch and win lottery tickets at the gift shop across the hall from us.

So my one coworker asked me to scratch one of hers for her. We were unfortunate, and lost. We decided we would buy some more right before I go on break.

I offered to buy it for her with my $1 that I had in my purse since they only cost a loonie, and she accepted. So I went to go get my money and as I was heading there, he was trying to stop me.

I was like pushing him away and trying to go around him but he wouldn’t let me pass. So then he starts to ask me if I can buy him some of his lotto tickets too, but I declined.

He was like, “please. Here I’m handing you the money.” But I still declined just to mess with him. I proceeded to tell him I’m going on break so he needed to me and then he let me pass.

So I went over and bought the ticket, my coworker and I scratched it and we lost yet again. And then I took my break, but majority of the time I spent talking with all my coworkers.

They came over to where I was sitting half the time and we were all roasting each other and messing with each other. It was nice having them all there.

That was one of the first times we all felt that chill and relaxed at work, having a good time on a slow day. I really appreciated that moment because those are rare moments I hardly get.

Anyways, so after my break was gonna be around the same time that him and one of my other coworkers were going home, so they were basically just counting down the time to go home.

And then time came around for them to leave and he kept saying he was tired and he had to drive but he didn’t know if he could because of how tired he was.

But eventually he left and just left me and my one coworker alone. We both were having a fun time by ourselves because it was literally the slowest day ever and nobody was there.

For some reason, we just had so much free time so we talked a LOT about deep stuff and like it got so intense and then somehow my coworker just ended up

coming out to me.

So I asked who else knows and she said no one, but her sister knows and her best friend, but her parents don’t. So I was shocked she told me, and... like overwhelmed a little.

But I hardly acted surprised, even though I was. I literally didn’t pick up on that vibe WHATSOEVER, so I can’t believe how blind I was to that?

I think I reacted pretty calmly, actually. She didn’t make a big deal out of it, so I didn’t either. And like she trusted me enough to tell me, so I think that’s why it wasn’t dramatic.

It doesn’t always have to be. Sometimes it’s a big deal, other times, it’s not. This one was one of those times where it wasn’t, and she said she respected my opinion on how I felt about it.

As a Christian, I mean. As I was explaining to her how I truly felt about LGBTQ prior to that since she was asking me a lot of questions about how I felt.

It was a very intense secret to share with me though, ngl. Like I just feel a lot of pressure in a sense, to not share that with anyone. I’m the kind of person who would never dare anyways.

But still, I can’t believe she trusted me with that info. Anyways, she was telling me how she experienced a break up recently and I felt so bad. In hindsight, I realized when it happened.

Because one of the days at work she showed up in kind of a bad mood and was talking on the phone while on the job and then came back in an even worse mood it seems.

And she’s the type of person where if she’s in a bad mood, to just leave her alone and let her be. She gets over it quickly and will come back to you. But that day, it was pretty bad.

Pretty much lasted majority of the shift. She even had to text me and apologize because she felt bad at how she acted. I could tell something was up and msged her if it’s all good.

She never ended up never responding to that text which meant everything was not all good. And we can see that now with the info she told me.

So yeah, the end of our night was us kinda just talking about that, and my surprise at it all. And her appreciating me being a Christian but still being as accepting as I am of LGBTQ.

In retrospect, I can tell she was trying to feel out how “harsh” of a Christian I am to see if I would be fully accept of her if I were to find out she was LGBTQ.

Which I get. This topic is sort of tricky for me as a Christian because as much as there is progression with the LGBTQ community, there are still Christians that don’t accept them.

And it’s complicated for me. Because I don’t believe I am homophobic. I’m not discriminatory towards them, I don’t go out of my way to be rude or do bad things to them.

And I explained all of this to here as she was asking me, but she still said as an LGBTQ person she respected my answers even if I don’t believe being gay is natural.

Because I still treat everyone all the same and kindly. I don’t do anything rude or disrespectful to LGBTQ. I was even explaining how half the time you can’t even tell, much alike with her‼️

I treat everyone the same, no matter what they identify as. But also, being a christian, as controversial as this might be to a lot of you and as hard as this is to say and not offend:

I don’t believe being LGBTQ is natural or something you are born with. And I’m sorry if that lets anyone down/makes anyone uncomfortable. But I have to speak my truth.

I just don’t. If any of you feel like this will be a problem for you in the future and it makes you uncomfortable, then feel free to unfollow. I’m inclusive towards everyone, but I don’t promote LGBTQ on my blog, if you haven’t noticed.

As in, I’m not necessarily going to partake in the celebration of it. And that’s just me and my truth. I can’t be anybody but myself. On a different note, as a Christian:

You’re also taught to love your neighbour as you would love yourself. And that’s why I said what I said about me not just going to mistreat LGBTQ just for being who they are.

I love everyone. And everyone deserves to be treated with respect and be treated equally. Because then what msg am I spreading as a Christian by being hateful toward LGBTQ?

That’s literally the point of being a Christian. To spread love! Jesus didn’t say spread love only to those who are similar to you, He said to spread love in spite of your differences.

And if I can’t freely spread love to ppl just because of their label, then the msg I’m spreading is actually hate and that would be hypocritical of me as a Christian.

So I’m proud to call myself a Christian that can love anyone and accept anyone with open arms. But I will stand by my thought that I don’t believe being LGBTQ is natural.

And it’s not a matter of anyone trying to convince me otherwise, you can tell me all the stories you’d like, but it won’t change what I know and believe is the truth.

Everyone is allowed to have their opinion and I would hope me expressing that on my online diary isn’t going to get me hate. But the point of me expressing it also is so that I am honest.

And ppl can realize my character, who they’re following. Get insight into what I actually think of certain issues and topics and social activism etc.

Again, truly, I’m sorry if you end up actually reading this far down and you read this and this offends you. But I’m not on here to be fake, this is a diary to express my innermost thoughts.

If I can’t be myself on here, then I can’t be it anywhere. And I can’t please everyone. So please don’t try to come for me just because you don’t agree.

Seriously, you can simply unfollow/block if you have a real problem with my words. I’m not here to bash or offend anyone here, but I’m also not gonna filter/sugarcoat my opinion.

I’m gonna be unapologetically myself and that may not be okay with you so if that’s the case, that is fine. Like I said, feel free to disregard my blog/unfollow/block. I won’t hate you.

I still respect and appreciate everyone of you who are LGBTQ and follow me 100% even if I don’t actually agree with one aspect of your lifestyle. It’s not that big a of deal to me.

But who even DOES agree with all aspects of othe ppl’s lifestyles? No one. I would just like to further express that even if I don’t agree with your opinion on this topic, you still matter.

Like you and your life as an LGBTQ person still matter. Your feelings and your experiences are valid and I’m in no way trying to invalidate what you feel or experience.

Your lifestyle is YOUR lifestyle just like my diary is MY diary. And what you do with your life is your business. I can’t tell you how to live it at all because at the end of the day it’s you and God.

And God is there to judge you for the life you’ve lived, not me. So that’s not for me to be judging you, it’ll be God. Heck, but some of you don’t even believe in God.

That’s okay too! Because you know, God gave us free will. And so, even if you so choose to not believe in Him, He’s still there and He loves you sooo much that he wanted you to have free will.

To be able to choose whether or not you’re going to accept Him into your life and accept Jesus Christ as your Lord and Saviour. Because if you do, it makes it that much more significant.

If God were forcing us to just love Him and accept Him as our saviour without any sayso or free will to choose, there would be no significance or meaning to our actions.

It would mean absolutely nothing that we believe in Him. That’s why free will is such a blessing. Because making that choice to accept God as your Lord and Saviour is the best choice you can ever make.

And I don’t mean that fake deep surface level spiritual relationship with God. I mean a REAL relationship where he’s living on the inside of you and you feel sooo alive and grateful.

Grateful to be alive and to be able to live for Him in the best way possible by bringing more followers to Him. Utilizing your gifts and talents for Him. Serving Him.

When you make that choice, your life changes around for the better. It does a full 180 and all the storms and bad breaks and cloudiness and dark times become happiness, peace joy love.

Once you get a taste of that, you’ll just want more and more. And you’ll do everything to chase after God and build the best relationship you can with Him.

He’d restore you spiritually and fills you whole with the Holy Spirit. And put His anointing and blessing and favour over your life so you can live abundantly.

You will always have a friend to rely on in difficult times. But that doesn’t mean there won’t be difficult times, it means He’ll be with your every step of the way during them.

And help guide you and build your strength and deliver you out of it. So you become a better person coming out of the storm, because your faith in Him built your character.

See, because sometimes God will allow these storms to happen so He can test you. Test your faith to see if you will pass. He wants to feel out how much faith you have in Him.

And as long as you trust and believe in Him, He will always deliver you out and conquer your battles for you. But faith sometimes takes patience. So prayer always help with that.

That’s why it’s important to develop the fruits/virtues of patience, kindness, gratitude, and generosity. Because God desires those characters, because they are like God

So, on that note:

{please be kind to everyone. No matter what label, denomination, race, class status, occupation, etc you have/are. Spread love and not hate. Love and peace to everyone ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜}

And that is my message to you. Now that I’ve gotten that about the LGBTQ community I actually sort of feel a burden lifted off my shoulders. Like I wasn’t able to be my authentic self even on my blog! It’s like a sigh of relief. Even if this ends up getting a lot of hate, or if no one ever see’s it and reads it all, at the very least I’ll still be glad that I spoke my truth in a respectful manner and was able to fully show who I am as a person on my online diary.

I want to end it off here now because that was super long and I didn’t even know I’d be putting all this religious stuff at the end but maybe God had a msg for me.

[arisalty]

i’ve been here the whole time singing you a song

This one-shot was made for @notveryglittery , whose birthday is today, so Happy Birthday!

Tbh I planned the basic outline and wasn't even going to introduce quite a few characters but I did and I went with it - I hope yall like it :) As this is my first time writing Royality, any constructive criticism is accepted!

lowkey want to plan something else for this now but also don't want to set another target just yet as im a bit busy and dont wanna overload myself :/ yikes oh well

Dani, Happy Birthday! Enjoy this Royality!

AO3

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Roman had noticed a few things lately. One at the forefront of his mind was that Patton Heart was really fucking adorable.

Of course, nobody could know of this. If anyone of his friends found out he would be screwed.

Yes, his whole friend group were gay (or ace, or bi, or pan or nonbinary) disasters, but they were also incredibly good wing-people, with a high rate of getting two people dating -- and Roman didn’t want to ruin the naturalness of their friendship.

And worse he couldn’t let anyone know that The Emperor had a crush. And by extension, that meant that he couldn’t allow his crime-fighting partner (and asshat of an older brother) to find out; Virgil’s tongue was always looser when donned with the costume of Poison Shadow. And the city would be in an uproar of the thought of The Emperor liking someone romantically- and if it ever got out who it was, it would put Patton in serious danger.

But Roman couldn’t help but notice the little smiles Patton gets when talking about some of the animals in the shelter he volunteered at, or the ways his eyes light up when he gushed about the heroes of the city.

The way his open gaze instilled a feeling of trust.

And dear lord it was not helping the gay mess that was Roman Kingston.

“Alright, shithead, what’s up with you?”

“I tell you and I’m doomed you insolent sloth.” The owner of the monotonous voice shot a glance at the prying sibling.

“Right. That’s really fucking useful to know.” Dripping sarcasm; the asshat was not only prying but also getting annoyed now! Yay!

“Oh, piss off. Let me be a disaster in peace.”

The elder stood, shaking his head, before walking to the other edge of the rooftop they were perched on.

“Hurry up! Today is a sparring day.” Virgil, seeing Roman making no attempt to move, pushed forward with his mind, pushing the darkest shadows up until they were able to slap Roman across the face. “Come on, idiot. The night isn’t gonna last forever!”

Grumbling, the man in his late teens stood from his position on the edge of the rooftop, reluctantly turning at the end of the roof, with sarcastic jazz hands at his sides.

And just like that, they were sparring. Virgil completely flattened The Emperor in 3 separate rounds before some sense seemed to be knocked into the dramatic hero’s head. The furious flashes of light and dark clashed throughout the area, silent except the heavy breathing of the men, and the jibes thrown between the space between them.

It was another while before they were tired, as their sparring took place at least twice a week- they needed to stay in shape even over their sports and workouts.

Roman sat on the edge of the rooftop next to his brother, slowly regaining his breath.

When the villain attacked, it was not appreciated by the two teens. They were tired and generally unwilling to have to use their already exhausted powers. Their fighting was lacklustre and they took any moment they could to stop and perch off railings or on rooftops.

Flashes of light across the night were brief but would warp the situation, allowing shadows, viscous as ink moved away in slow patterns, stalking the villain until finding it’s perfect time to strike, pushing the villain backwards, dragging them forwards then dropping them off the edge of the building.

Yet the villain didn’t waver in power. At a mere flick of fingers, the Emperor fell backwards, barely left any time to make a platform for him to stagger onto.

How were they going to get this person then?

“What does your immoral soul bother us with, foul villain?”

“Oh, nothing really. I was just bored, so I decided to mess around with these powers I earnt the other day.”

The pale blue light of the moon offset by the warmer glow from the Emperor's hand gave enough light to see fangs flash under the mask that covered the upper half of their face.

“Why set about destroying the city, fuckwad? Why not just, I don’t know, sleep, like a normal person?”

“Ew, no, sleep? That drains me more. Plus, don’t we all need to have a little bit of chaos in our lives?”

Roman could feel the eyes rolling in his elder’s head.

“What the fuck about us two says put together, dipshit? We’re fucking disasters!”

“My fair partner has a valid point. We are fucking disasters ,” Roman eyed the inky lattice forming under the villain's feet for a second before he continued. “We’re both messes of human beings in general- have you seen his room, it's an atrocity - and my room has far too much stuff that I am far too attached to get rid of. Then there's the point that we’re both doing this along with studying for school which in itself drains your energy and the final point is, well,”—the smirk thrown his way by Poison Shadow was all he needed—”We really aren’t all that dumb.”

Poison Shadow ripped his fist upwards, the shadowed lattice folding and bending around the villain, as the Emperor reached out and began to set the still fluid shadows. The cage kept the villain in, and finally, the villain showed some kind of emotion; fear radiated from their composure; arms wrapped around their torso, fist fiddling with their cloak edge, shoulders up to their ears.

Roman pitied the now much smaller opponent. Ego and expectations of power high in their mind with newfound strength ruled their minds. The Emperor turned away, patting Poison Shadow on the back as went after he silently checked his brother was okay with dealing with him.

As he crossed the bridged gap between buildings, he heard his brother’s cry, and then he felt himself flying backwards over buildings, body limp as a rag doll as his brain tried to comprehend which was up or down or the sky or ground. Once he finally stopped moving, he found himself winded and bruised and somehow not broken- though he felt it- on a balcony. With a very familiar curious face peering down at him.

Patton. Fucking. Heart.

It was his luck, wasn’t it? He’d get thrown about like an unused toy to be left in his worst state on the balcony of one of his favourite people in the world.

“Oh my goodness, are you all right? Is anything broken? Do you need some water, food, comfort?” The stream of babble poured from Patton, his pale blue eyes wide with worry, both searching his body to analyse for damage and keeping eye contact to calm the disorientated hero.

Thank goodness these powers strengthen my bones and skin.

“Uhm… I think… I’ll be,” The Emperor was interrupted by a fit of coughing, which he dealt with but rolling onto his front and slowly making his way to his knees. “Actually, could I, uh, have a glass of water.”

Patton nodded earnestly, and even through the lingering dizziness pounding in his mind, Roman could make out the curls of Patton’s hair reflecting the cool blue of the moon. The smaller figure retreated into the building, just as Roman felt a buzz in his pocket.

Pulling out the smartphone, he huffed at the once again smashed screen to read the text he received.

Very Early Womb-mate - 11:35

-- sorry dude didnt see that coming

-- dick had us fooled into thinkin he was subdued

--you went flying tho, it was kinda hilarious

-- i got it handled, he’s trapped until police arrive

Me - 11:38

--oh ok

Very Early Womb-mate - 11:39

-- u ok? Or do i need to pick u up

Me - 11:40

-- nah it’s cool i landed on a classmates balcony, just a bit dizzy

Very Early Womb-mate - 11:40

-- cool, dickwad, dont reveal anything

Me - 11:40

-- bold of you to assume i would

-- k byeeee xxx :)))))

Very Early Womb-mate - 11:41

-- :/

Patton returned, carrying the glass.

“I’m so sorry it took me so long to get back, my parents were wondering what happened and I figured you didn't want to be crowded so I just made up a lie and then they got me to do a quick job and uh— here.”

Roman took the drink, downing as much of it as he could, before stopping to try and stand.

“Tough villain, huh?”

“Yeah, I guess. I was knocked back ‘cos I was caught off guard. I thought Poison had got them - he was inside a huge cage, you see - so when he lashed out again after being subdued it surprised us.”

Roman looked over the city wistfully. The sky was clear and the air was fresh, with little to no breeze. Roman took this time to notice that Patton was wearing only his pyjamas and a zip hoodie thrown over the top.

“Do you need to help Poison Shadow then? It looked like you were thrown far.”

“Nah, Patton, he sent a few texts to say he handled it.”

Patton nodded in understanding, before cocking his head sideways.

“Wait, you know me?”

Shit.

Roman ran through his words and cursed at his loose mouth.

“Uh, oh yeah,” Roman coughed out, scratching at his neck, unconsciously picking at the skin. “You, uh, go to the same school as me. We’re in the same year, actually.”

You’re oversharing! The voice of his brother rang out in his head.

“Wait, really?”

God, Roman absolutely adored the way Patton’s eyes lit up, the tiny specks of green almost glowing in the natural light around them. Anything else and Roman might actually die on the spot. He just thanked his younger-little-dramatic-shit self and wanted to hide his and Virge’s faces from the world - at least Patton wouldn't be able to see his glowing red face.

“That’s so cool! I could tell you were a teen, I didn’t realise you were like, that close to me!” Patton waved his hands about excitedly, and that’s it. Roman felt like he was melting into a puddle. His friend was so cute, and he just wanted to hold Patton to his chest and treasure him and spoil him with cakes and serenades and movie nights.

Roman somehow managed to keep talking for a while, but he was going to go insane soon. He just wanted to give Patton a hug, goddamnit !

They were shook from their conversation by the door opening to reveal Declan Heart, whose eyes flew open at the visitor Patton apparently had.

“Oh my god, Logan, come out here,” he hissed out of the side of his mouth, mismatching eyes darting from the sheepish look on Patton's face to the city known hero on his house’s balcony.

When Declan’s twin cast appeared in the doorway, Patton waved, somewhat cheery, opposed to Roman’s more fidgety behaviour, his skin prickling under the gazes of the two older twins. He had only met Logan on one occasion, and he was intimidated, to say the least.  

“Suprise!” Patton giggled, with jazz hands waving at his brothers, very different from the delivery Virgil would have given in this situation.

“I knew that there was a lie somewhere in your excuse earlier!” Declan’s quiet exclamation made its way into the silence, but this just made Roman more uncomfortable under the blank stare he was receiving from Logan.

"Well, I had to because otherwise, this ," — Patton waved at the group they had formed around the hero — "would happen and the last thing that needs to happen after being thrown really far and being bashed about is being crowded. Plus, this was my lucky day." Patton giggled, throwing a wink sideways to Roman, and oh no , Roman was a mess. He felt like spontaneously combusting while gripping his heart and dramatically dying on the floor where he stood.

Yet the only reaction to this was somehow a brief panic before a smile broke out and Roman was able to laugh along a bit.

"Patton, why, might I ask, did you conceal this from both me and Declan? I understand your point on crowded-ness but you also know of our fascination with the heroes and our possible future career paths."

Logan's words made Patton look down guiltily, revealing that Logan's words were true, but he fiddled with his bracelet on his wrist before looking upwards towards the elder twin.

"Because... Because I didn't want to?"

Patton then frowned, looking almost... angry. But not towards anyone- his gaze was at the floor, more as if he was angry at himself. Logan let a smile slip onto his lips, the same teasing smile once Virgil managed to wind up Roman.

"Valid reasoning. I know for a fact my excuse would be more or less the same."

Patton brightened up again, but Roman didn't have a chance to admire him again as Declan had burst out with an exclamation asking for an autograph.

This whisked away Roman's attention for a while, ending up in a selfie with the three with his magic glowing through his veins for proof of authenticity and various things being signed as well as a note Roman felt obligated to write to the Heart parents for their (unknown) hospitality.

He even got all of them to make a small piece of memorabilia for him to keep to remember them should he not be able to visit them again. Logan gave a small origami gift, Declan a yellow feather. In Patton's case, he had to think for a few seconds before his face absolutely lit up. He rushed a tiny, absolutely minuscule potted cactus, the plant itself being about the size of his thumb, to roman, with the most adorable and sincere face.

"Here! Take Ophelia - I grew her myself. That being said, it's probably best you don't have a feel of her , she's a bit prickly!"

A groan rumbled in Logan's throat at the pun, contrasting the chuckles from Roman and Dec, followed by the all too familiar buzz of Roman's phone.

Very Early Womb-mate - 12:56

-- What the FuCK you ass?? its been an hour or so what the fuck is taking you so long?????

-- mom's gonna start to freak, u need to get home as soon as u can

-- idiot

Me - 11:56

-- aksdflaksdhfkljkj what the fuck i lost track of time heck i'll get home asap

Roman shoved his cracked phone into a pocket and grinned sheepishly.

"My brother has warned me against impending doom known as my mother and her lectures if I don't return home soon. I thank you all for your lovely donations of memorabilia and allowing me to stay. However, it is nearly 1 o'clock and we have been out here an awfully long time. Farewell, fellow humans!"

Roman turned away, climbing over the railing and forming a golden step of light in front of him.

"Ah, right, that reminds me. We were sent up here to make sure you hadn't fallen asleep up here Patton. We got sidetracked though. Come on, Pat." Logan chimed.

As Roman was leaping away over steps made for him, he could faintly hear Patton respond about watering 'Candice' and 'Bobby', which he could assume were plants, before heading inside.

Roman luckily escaped with his hide when he managed to sneak in through the window just in time before his mom burst in, looking for him. He used the excuse of being on his phone as a reason for being awake - which did admittedly get his phone taken away - but at least he wouldn't have to listen to a rant.

And as he settled to sleep, he was caught up in thinking. Remembering. Adoring.

Yes, Roman was a mess, but at least tonight he could sleep easy after the beautiful image of Patton in the moonlight, playful glint in his eyes; him holding out a tiny cactus supplied with a pun; his excited face once he realised something interesting.

It wasn't much, but to Roman it was everything.

[lordsicheng]

JBJ Enemies to Lovers Series: Notes on a Journal (6/7)

Kim Sanggyun x OC

Type: bulletpoint scenario

You were recently asked to move to another branch you worked for

You always loved your usual place, because you actually just wanted to stay there as a set designer and planner

But your boss thought you were a really flexibly talented person so why not let you move to a bigger office

So he decided to move you to the other office at another branch that was all the way at the other side of town

Still within the city, but you’re near the bridge of Seongsan

Your office was nice since you had a really nice view of the river, you thought

I mean, it would’ve been nice if you were still in the same branch since all your friends were there and the coworkers you liked were there too

But you believed change was a good thing

You sat on your desk and wrote on your usual journal

Because not only did you like organizing stuff

You actually loved writing what you were doing everyday to keep as memories

One of the managers then went in your office to welcome you

And he offered to show you around and meet the other few staffs

Basically you were really shy at first but you said hey, why not

So the manager let you meet some other staff who were working

“This is Ms. y/n, one of the best planners in the company. She’s moved to a better office here now and will be of our aide whenever we meet clients.”

Everyone was very welcoming to you

But for some reason one of the staffs caught your eyes

He just smiled and nodded when you greeted him

And you thought he was kind of cute

“Sanggyun?”

“Hello, Ms. y/n. Long time no see.”

You looked at him and tried to remember because he was so familiar

Until you realized it was the guy you hated back in middle school for reading your journal aloud while in class

“Ah, journal kid. Nice to see you, you’ve grown.”

“Of course. We’re the same age, remember?”

You forced a smile as you shook his hand and literally tightened your grip a bit

And Sanggyun noticed this, just chuckling at what you did until you pulled your hand back

“I look forward to seeing you here in the office often.”

“Me too.”

You rolled your eyes as you went back in your office

You were trying to look up some papers that were sent to you as reference for a client

But in the middle of working on one of the projects someone knocked on your door

And of course it was Sanggyun

“May I help you?”

“Yes, one of our clients wants to meet you tonight for a special project.”

“Who?”

“Here’s his info.”

He looked at you as you scanned through the pages of the client’s information on the paper

“Do you still write on journals?”

You were a bit taken aback at the question and you immediately looked at him

And he just had this smirk as he looked at you read the paper

You smiled sarcastically and looked at you paper again

And he just hummed to some random tune trying to pass the time

“You can sit while you wait, you know.”

“It’s fine, I can see your face clearly from here”

Wow smooth

You finally wrote a bit of the client’s info on a piece of paper and handed the other paper back to Sanggyun

“Okay, here you go. Kindly call him back and let him know I won’t be free until 7pm”

He just smiled and grabbed the paper to go out of your office

Until you called him out again as he grabbed the doorknob

“Oh and by the way, I still do write on journals.”

He just snickered and walked his way out

And you just raised a brow at how he was quite weird

You grabbed a sticky note and wrote down

“Sanggyun is… quite something…”

You put the sticky note on one of your journals for work and set it aside as you continued on working

Once the day was over you got yourself ready to meet the client

You walked out of your office, already prepped up and all

You looked towards where Sanggyun usually was and saw he wasn’t there

“Sanggyun went out early, if you’re looking for him”

“Why?”

“I don’t know, he said he had to go somewhere urgent”

You just shrugged and went on out of your workplace and got in your car as you drove towards the restaurant you were to meet the client

You realized once you got inside the restaurant was really fancy

And that the client was a very rich and young businessman

You looked around to see any sight of him until you did and went over to his table

“Mr. Kang? Hi, I’m y/n. The head for the designers of Artistique Industries”

“Hello, y/n. Please, call me Dongho. Have a seat.”

You then sat across him as the waiter both gave you and Dongho the menus

“I’ll just have the regular steak, medium rare. And y/n?”

“Spaghetti alle vongole and a side of iced tea. Thank you.”

You and Dongho talked about what he needed for an event for his company and you immediately offered him your services

Needless to say he was very much impressed with your work and definitely hired you as the designer for his event that was coming up in a week

After a while, he loosened up a bit and talked to you more about personal stuff

Which you didn’t really mind since it would be nice if you became closer to your clients to know what they would be into when it comes to designs

And for some reason, he may have lowkey flirted with you while eating

Then again, you weren’t really fazed since you thought he was quite charming as well

Even after eating, you both still talked a lot and somehow became flirty with each other

You then felt the need to use the restroom so you excused yourself and walked to the restroom

On your way you suddenly stopped because you saw someone familiar

“So that’s why he went out early”

You saw Sanggyun on a date with a girl

Probably his girlfriend, you thought

You just shrugged and walked past them

And of course Sanggyun saw you and just chuckled

Once you were out of the restroom you passed by them again

And Sanggyun suddenly tapped your side as you passed them

“Yes?”

“Did you meet Dongho yet?”

“How did you know I was meeting Dongho?”

“I know him personally”

You sighed and just rolled your eyes as you walked back to the table where Dongho was waiting for you

You smiled as you saw him stand up and smiled back

“I have a great time. Call me whenever.”

You raised a brow as you smiled and grabbed his card

“I mean, for the services, you know.”

“Of course.”

You smiled as you went out of the restaurant and immediately went home

Once you got home you immediately showered and got ready to go to sleep

You grabbed your journal again and wrote on another sticky note

“Why was he at the restaurant?”

You wondered why you even wrote that in the first place

But you knew it was a way for you to understand someone more

Mainly because Sanggyun was quite a unique person, you thought

The next day you went to work in a good mood

Until of course the first person you see inside is Sanggyun

“Good morning, y/n. How was your date?”

“Date?”

“With your client? Hey? Dates don’t have to have any malicious meaning you know”

“I know. It was great; he was very friendly and open-minded. How about you? How was your date?”

“You don’t need to know.”

He suddenly winked and left you standing by your office door

Like really????

He asked you about your date and he won’t tell you anything about his

What a freeloader

You just scoffed as you went inside your office and immediately grabbed another sticky note

You looked around and just wrote

“Kim Sanggyun, stop being so full of yourself”

You immediately put it in your journal and went directly to work

In the middle of you working you suddenly remembered you needed to call Dongho for the venue of the event you were planning

So you dialed his number and he answered after a couple of rings

He was really nice and told you every detail on where the venue was and all

And once you dropped the call you immediately worked on the planning again and went out to go to the design team

You noticed Sanggyun right away but he was obviously quite busy so you just continued on going to the other office across yours

Luckily the design team was very cooperative and helpful with the planning

Sanggyun again suddenly knocked on the office door and asked for you

“Dongho wants to meet you tonight again”

“For what?”

“I don’t know, business?”

And he just closed the door shut

You wondered why he didn’t bother saying anything else to you

And he did look quite irritated for some reason

But you just shrugged it off and focused more on the project

After work you directly went out to meet Dongho again

But you passed by Sanggyun who was just standing by the doorway

“So you’re meeting him again?”

“Yes, of course. It’s for business. Why?”

“Nothing. Just have fun.”

He went out first and you just shook your head as you went to your car

Sanggyun was looking at you drove off and just shook his head

“This girl is so gullible”

So yes you finally met Dongho at some fancy bar that was inside this hotel

And he smiled and waved for you to come over

“Hey, I’m sorry I’m late. But I was just wondering about the project-“

“Ah, let’s not stress about the project for now. I know you have all of it handled well, I wanted to meet you to get to know you more”

You tilted your head in question because it was sudden that someone actually was interested in you

“Well, what do you want to know?”

The whole night you and Dongho just talked to each other about almost everything

From the random childhood memories you thought of until stories from college

You smiled at how genuinely nice he was

And he was a good listener too

“Hey, I’m just wondering...”

“Yeah?”

“Are you dating anyone at the moment?”

“No… Why?”

“You’re too pretty to be single.”

Smooth

Honestly you thought Dongho wasn’t such a bad guy

But hey, you both just met so it could be maybe he was just flirting with you

So you and him went on your separate ways after

And of course Dongho had to pull the “call me” card

And you knew you were sure to call him back

You walked out of the hotel and who do you see?

Kim Sanggyun

Standing by the parking lot just drinking a damn slurpee

You walked over to him without hesitation

And he saw you instantly since he heard the clink clank of your heels

“Why are you here?”

“Am I not allowed to hang out anywhere?”

“Anywhere but here”

You rolled your eyes and Sanggyun sighed

“Be careful of Dongho. He’s bad news”

“Bad news?”

“He’s a Casanova.”

“He’s a good listener and is really nice”

“What makes you say that?”

“Just believe me”

“Why are you suddenly warning me?”

“Because-“

Sanggyun couldn’t respond in the end

And you looked at him and just laughed as you walked over to your car nearby

“See you tomorrow, or whatever”

Sanggyun just shook his head and looked around to find his own car

You wondered why he was suddenly like this

You sat in your car just laughing at how Sanggyun was suddenly like a bodyguard

You grabbed your journal again and wrote on a sticky note you had extra from the office

“Sanggyun is so overprotective, why?”

The next day, Sanggyun didn’t even bother looking at you arrive in the office

He didn’t really greet you either

So you just rolled your eyes and went on to your office

And again, grabbed your journal and put another sticky note on a page

“He hasn’t greeted me, strike one.”

You then smiled as you felt victorious over how Sanggyun acted weird around you

You went on with your work and for some reason everything went even

Whenever you went to the other offices he didn’t really bother to look at you too

So it just felt like nothing to you now

You once asked him to do something but he didn’t really respond and just nodded

So you shrugged it off and just wrote on another sticky note for your journal

“He won’t even talk to me, strike two.”

For the next few days until the day of the event he never looked nor talked you ever

So you just felt like you needed to forget everything about Sanggyun being somewhat weird to you and just move on

But what was even surprising

Was that you ended up spending a lot of time with Dongho

And you started to like him too

You talked on the phone and even went out together during lunch

But there wasn’t a label between you two so you just let it be

Fast forward to the event day for his company

So you go to the event along with the other team and everything went great

Dongho was very pleased with the event and the decorations for the venue

He thanked you many times and even mentioned you and your company in his speech

You looked around and actually saw Sanggyun stand away from you and everyone else

Just taking sips off his drink and looking around as he nodded to the beat of the music playing

You just smirked and walked over to Dongho who was talking to another client

You stood to his side and somehow Dongho looked confused

“Excuse me for a second.”

He said to one of the people he talked to

“What’s up?”

“Can we talk?”

“About what?”

“You know… us?”

“Y/n… I’m sorry, but there was never an ‘us’”

Wow did you feel your heart drop

You looked at Dongho uncomfortably and walked away

You kind of felt embarrassed and at the same time heartbroken

You bit your lip in hopes Sanggyun was gonna see you walk past him

But somehow you felt like he didn’t

So it kind of hurt your pride a bit

Because you got too caught up with Dongho and actually neglected Sanggyun

He was just looking out for you

And you ignored him

Great, you’re both even

You walked out of the venue and looked for your car to just get home

You didn’t even bother saying goodbye to everyone there because you suddenly felt weak

Not only did you fall for Dongho just because he was all sincere and a gentleman to you

You also felt like you made Sanggyun feel so down because he was trying to be nice to you unlike before

You got to your car and just grabbed your bag with your journal inside and got one last sticky note you had onhand and wrote

“I’m weak because of Dongho and Sanggyun ignored me this time, strike three. It’s over.”

You sighed as you didn’t feel like crying but you just ended up leaning your back against your car

You then grabbed all the sticky notes you had written about Sanggyun and put them in front of your journal cover

You examined everything and reread all the things you wrote

And then it hit you

You actually developed a bit of feelings for Sanggyun because of how different he was from every other guy you ever met

He was charming and lowkey sweet

And the fact that he looked out for you for when Dongho asked you out was quite nice of him

And you knew you blew it the second you told him off for it

Bummer

After a while you suddenly heard footsteps and it scared you for a second

But you turned to see Sanggyun walking towards you with a bottle of water

“Hey”

“Hi.”

You gave a small smile and grabbed the water he gave you and you just looked down

Sanggyun noticed the sticky notes on your journal and tilted his head to read it

“May I?”

“This was supposed to be a secret, but you deserve to know now since it’s all done.”

You slowly handed the journal to Sanggyun

He read every sticky note you wrote and just chuckled

You looked at him perplexed

And he gestured for the pen you had in your hand

You gave it to him and he just started writing on the notes

You didn’t even bother to look at him write because you were really hurt

But Sanggyun then leaned on your car and right next to you after he wrote everything

“Here.”

He gave the journal and pen and you immediately read everything he wrote as a reply to your sticky notes

And you just laughed as you noticed he was quite witty with his answers

He answered every note you had of him and you just read everything

“Sanggyun is… quite something… --- I am quite a unique person.”

“Why was he at the restaurant? --- I wanted to get my mind off of things and I didn’t know you were there.”

“Kim Sanggyun, stop being so full of yourself --- Sorry but it just happens.”

“Sanggyun is so overprotective, why? --- Because I didn’t want to see you get hurt.”

“He hasn’t greeted me, strike one. --- I thought you didn’t want to see me.”

“He won’t even talk to me, strike two. --- Because I didn’t want to say the wrong things.”

“I’m weak because of Dongho and Sanggyun ignored me this time, strike three. It’s over. --- I told you so at first but you didn’t listen, but it’ll pass. I’m not ignoring you, I’m giving you the space you needed. It’s not over, it’s just the beginning.”

Your heart kind of fluttered at the things he wrote on the last note

And once you finished reading everything you looked at Sanggyun

And he looked back at you and just chuckled as he looked down

“Hey, Sanggyun?”

“Yes?”

“Wanna go ditch this place and get some slurpees?”

“I’ll never pass up a slurpee date.”

[sweetnestor]

12 Days | Chapter 8.2

Two guys that lowkey hate each other are forced to walk in each other’s shoes in order to learn a lesson.

***in collaboration with @themarkiplierexperience

lmao soz its not actually x reader we’re just desperate for attention haaaa

previous

“I want to ask what the origin story behind this is, but I think I’m better off not knowing,” Tom typed. He attached a “selfie” wearing a bright blue shirt with the word “Wowie” printed on it in a strange fashion. Then, he sent the whole thing to Ethan.

He did see the other texts from the boy that he received the evening before, but Tom was dying to show this to him now. He finally had a look at what Ethan’s “merch” was like. To say he was not expecting “wowie” on a t-shirt was an understatement. Why “wowie”?

Halfway through editing this video, Tom kind of despised Ethan… and he definitely hated the word “Wowie” with a burning passion. It wasn’t all bad, though. Tom had spent the day with a funny pair of people: Parker and Andrew. He didn’t have to consciously act like Ethan to get along with the pair. They were so graciously weird that seeing their friend act out of character was considered normal for them… if that made any sense. The three of them, along with Amy, made a video together that was about this awful blue t-shirt. A promotional video, and instead of having a whole filming crew complete with camera men and editors, it was all self made. It was impressive, don’t get him wrong, but Tom only thrived when he was on camera, not behind the scenes.

It was a minute and a half long video, yet it was taking ages for him to put it all together. Not to mention, Tom was awaiting an update from Ethan about Zendaya. Earlier, he had said that she wanted to talk, and god knows what that was supposed to mean. On top of that, Bella was getting a little harder to handle.

Tom had invited her to come along to shoot the video, but she had gotten immensely sheepish and timid when she heard about the people who would be joining them. She made an excuse about having emails to answer and business Skype meetings to have. She only returned to his apartment after hearing that Parker, Andrew, and Amy had left for the day, and even then she just stayed in the living room while Tom finished the video. Weird, but whatever.

A few hours later, Tom could say he was proud of what he had created. The video was very sarcastic, and kind of funny, but it got the message across: “Buy this ugly ass shirt.” Really, he didn’t see the appeal, but Ethan’s fans sure did. The shirt had been on sale on Ethan’s merch store all month, and as of today, there were only ten days left to buy it. Tom learned all of this through Parker, who had a hand in running the store. Thank god he wasn’t left in completely in the dark.

Thing is, Tom easily learned about different aspects of this kid’s life. He knew the girlfriend, a good amount of the friends, and just enough about his personality to get by. The hard part was the YouTube stuff, because everyone around him assumed that he knew what he was doing. They all assumed he was Ethan. How bizarre would it be if Ethan just suddenly asked for help on the basics of editing a simple video? How long would it be for someone to figure that this wasn’t Ethan, that it was somebody else? What would they do, besides throw him in an asylum?

A knock on the bedroom door snapped Tom out of his thoughts. He pulled off his headphones and granted access.

Bella came in, an unreadable expression on her face. “Hey…”

“Hi, love,” Tom greeted, turning in his chair to face her.

She stepped in, looking around the room as she tangled her fingers together. “I don’t mean to interrupt you, I’m just…” She sighed. “This is really stupid, like really stupid…”

“Oh, how bad could it be?” he asked, putting on a kind smile, despite how nervous the sudden tension made him.

Bella picked at her nails to fill the silence. But she finally asked in a soft voice, “why didn’t you ask me to be in your video?”

Honestly, Tom had been hoping she had that conversation with her real boyfriend. Even he found it weird that the “talking to women” bit from the video starred Amy. Why not Bella? It probably wasn’t something to fuss about, but the girl’s nerves radiated for miles, it made Tom himself feel like he had done something wrong. He didn’t even know how to respond.

“I mean, you and Parker came up with the video idea like what? Two weeks ago,” she rambled, “and you guys came up with the ‘talking to girls’ thing and your first thought was Amy? Not that there’s anything wrong with that, I-I mean she did come up with the shirt design…”

Ah, so that was the culprit.

“I-It’s not that I wanted to slap you - uh, fake slap you for a video,” Bella went on, her voice getting shaky, “i-it’s just you didn’t think to ask me, I don’t know. Am I freaking out over nothing?”

“You freak out over everything,” Tom said without thinking. There was a small pause before he turned back to the computer.

“I know, it’s what I do,” Bella said, not seeming offended by that statement. “It probably wasn’t a big deal. I shouldn’t have bothered you, sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it. Any other thoughts, concerns?” It was half sarcastic, but she took the bait.

“I’ve been… having dreams…”

Ethan was supposed to know that tone, what that particular phrase meant. Tom, on the other hand, was clueless.

“Naughty dreams?”

“No.” Bella’s tone was serious now. She paced around the small recording space, still picking at her nails. “Bad dreams. I’ve had dreams like this before… Ethan, please don’t make me say it.”

It had been five days since the switch, five days of being this girl’s boyfriend, and Tom was getting more and more impatient.

“Don’t talk about it then,” he said with a shrug. “If it’s really that scary, or disturbing, or whatever it is... then you don’t need to speak of it.”

Again, it was silent. Tom definitely said the wrong thing, but he didn’t know how to handle a girl with anxiety. He could barely handle Zendaya, even though he hoped to fix things with her.

“You’re probably right,” Bella spoke at last. She turned on her heel towards the door. “No one wants to remember that time, especially me.” She stopped at the doorway and looked back at him. “Oh, and I just figured out why I was freaking out over Amy. It’s been almost a year since Mark left me for her.”

Whoa. What would Ethan say to that? What would Ethan think about his girlfriend mentioning her ex?

Speaking of the ex, Tom’s phone dinged on his desk. Mark had texted him. Admittedly, Tom wasn’t really texting anyone consistently apart from Ethan. He had also ignored Mark’s texts from the other day, so there was a chance he wasn’t on good terms with the boss.

“Hey look man, I don’t know what’s going on with you lately, but I need an answer. Are you going to be returning to work anytime soon? Or do we need to make a public statement that you don’t work for me anymore? I’m not trying to put pressure on you, or anything with malice. I just need to know what’s going on business wise.”

Public statement? So the fans knew Mark had editors? And there had to be something said publicly when something changed behind the scenes? Is that how YouTube works?

“I think my girlfriend is hung up on you, you’re the last person I need to see right now,” Tom typed for literally no other reason except to see if it sounded like something his other half would say. He chuckled to himself after deeming that it was too ridiculous and out of line and went to delete it…

You know when you mean to do one thing but instead do another? Yeah, Tom somehow mixed up the ‘send’ key and the ‘backspace’ key, and well…

“Fuck!” he snapped, sitting up in his chair, watching as the angry text sent. “No, no, no, no! Shit!”

Oh god, Ethan was so fired.

~

Tom didn’t have the heart to tell Ethan about the wonderful conversation he had with Mark following that text. He read through the messages he received while he was editing over and over again just to avoid telling him what went down. Ethan seemed excited to be in Montreal.

“So guess I have a workout tomorrow morning? Wish me luck bc I’ll actually die.” That’ll be fun to hear about, but it didn’t settle the knot in Tom’s stomach.

“I’m almost ok with the switch if it means getting to stay in this house dude it’s so nice?? I’m never leaving.” Tom was not okay with the switch. He wanted to be in that house right now, leave Ethan with the mess that he made.

“I finished the wowie video. I hate the word wowie. Please never say it again,” he typed and sent before reading the rest of the texts. He noticed that Ethan will either be completely silent, or send multiple texts at once. No in between.

“Also,,,,, fuck kinda friendship you got with Harrison? You give each other lap dances???” Ethan asked. Oh no. Oh god. “Not judging, just wish I’d known you were rejecting zendaya for ur best m8 lolol.”

Tom literally groaned out loud and palmed his forehead. Then, he frantically sent, “IT WASNOTHING WE DONT SPEAK OF IT SHUT UP.” No way he was getting into that with this guy. He wouldn’t understand.

The next message didn’t help very much. “Speaking of Daya, we talked today. She asked abot how you feel and what you thought you 2 had going on. Made it clear it was her choice what happened, but that you’re just friends? Idk man how DO you feel?”

“Anyway, the videos were good. Much better than Tyler’s first edits for sure. Good job, I’m impressed.”

“Shooting starts tomorrow so I’m off to learn everything there is to know about acting…….. By watching some movie wiht the guys, gn.”

Tom sat there for a few minutes, trying to word any of the thoughts in his head. Why couldn’t have Ethan made the Zendaya decision for him? He seems like a nice guy, he’s had a girlfriend for six months, and she didn’t seem tired of him!

“I’ll deal with her when we switch back… by the way when are we gonna switch back??? Anyway, have a good night mate, have a pint for me!”

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tag list: @beardedsteveslut @marie-is-in-the-dark @ohsnapitzmoony

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[elizabethrobertajones]

Hi Lizzy, I'm new to the SPN fandom and saw a bunch of bibros making fun of meta writers. As a lowkey Destiel shipper it still pissed me off. I'm wondering- who are your fav meta writers to read?

Pfft, it’s practically a badge of honour that THEY are pissed off by the meta. Interpretation worries them because as soon as you get into the what they’d see as hippie dippy “all readings are valid uwu” part of literary theory, you’ve made an attempt to level the playing field with them and they don’t wanna be on it with us, they want to have the one sacred and true reading of the show to which all roads lead etc etc. Actually buying into the idea you can interpret the show and come up with multiple readings or that the text would DARE support another version (even the interpretation that Sam and Dean aren’t soulmates or something ship-free that gets in the way indirectly - or an argument they are soulmates but that’s basically just the show’s way of conveying Heaven is somehow worse than Hell for them :P) immediately is a threat to the idea of a cast iron version of the show that’s the one they latched onto. 

Strange world where “reading into things” is an insult instead of a sign of healthy curiosity and a desire to learn and understand. And I see people who literally mind their own corner or would agree in spirit with their interpretation as long as you CALL it that and leave others be to have a different one, get dogpiled by them for daring to treat the show as a flexible and multi-layered, analyse-able thing…

Ah well. 

Kinda missing out on the yearly punch up in the parking lot round the back of the fandom right now, tbh, since I’ve been AWOL with hanging around with family and friends stuff. Kinda not missing it. :P Welcome to the fandom, it can get pretty messy, and some of us here just wanna watch the show and ask silly questions to everyone about how many burgers Dean’s eaten on screen recently or whatever important character analysis nonsense is bothering us today.

To which end! :D 

No matter how long you have followed me, even if it’s like a day or 2, you must have noticed my queue endlessly spitting out @mittensmorgul‘s full-show rewatch along with the TNT loop, all out of order and a week late because that’s how I roll. Mittens is a great meta writer to read because everything she writes is fun and the kind of hectic idea hopping my brain glues with..

Everything @awed-frog writes is similarly enjoyable to read in that style but longer and more poetic and dark, and very insightful. (You might be able to tell I’m mentioning the meta writers I reblogged stuff from today while waiting for my long term memory to contribute anything)… Linking their ask tag for starters because idk how to find other long meta at short notice :P

Actually while I’m thinking about rewatches, I’ve always enjoyed @dustydreamsanddirtyscars‘s dramatic, purple prose essay approach to meta and flawless blog presentation… Sadly Jenny’s not enjoying season 12 very much with the change in style from the weird dark symbolism of Carver era, to the sort of fractals upon fractals of weird little emotional references and do-overs this year when Dabb gets to do his thing on a whole season, but if you want Carver era weird dark symbolism, I’ve been really enjoying where she has been lurking in Carver era, meta-ing her way through it. 

(I just generally dig reading re-watches, especially because all that hindsight is paying off so much now because for Dabb era if we’re going to meta it we NEED hindsight and reminders and the TNT loop playing in the background showing us just how layered and self-referential the show has become (and what it’s doing differently, and how much the characters have grown and changed, which, I think, is the point now) - anyway if you’re doing a rewatch, I LOVE to read posts about old episodes, especially the weird old MotW and really early seasons stuff no one seems to talk about much any more)

There’s a LOT of great meta writers out there and after every episode I try to find and reblog the long reaction notes, if they’re done it, from @dorkilysoulless @grey2510 @kayanem @bluestar86 (and awed frog again). @charlie-minion has been busy this season with other stuff as far as I know with a few more infrequent visits, but I know she has a page with every meta she wrote on it and generally wrote a great post per episode for a good chunk of the time I was in fandom, and still drops by fairly regularly despite a smaller presence. @thevioletcaptain also is great and has an episode reaction for most episodes (though again has been busy with IRL stuff for a few weeks/months/I have no concept of time but she hasn’t posted anything for the recent episodes as far as I’ve seen >.>) and also a page with her meta on it that when I was brand new to the fandom I had permanently open in another tab to cross-reference while I re-watched the show :P

(A lot of my favourite meta writers I imprinted on like a duckling when I was new and remember them really well but of course I love all the new people around here but my actual useful visual memories are all the fandom circa season 9 and not all around any more much, because my brain has been stewing in migraines and fatigue since, like, the middle of season 10, and my new approach is to wearily trudge through my dash barely checking who wrote what unless I have to deal with minuscule fonts on a read more, so I’m afraid my memory of active bloggers is totally rubbish and it’s best just to look at my awesome meta tag and see who I’ve been reblogging a lot lately and some really grevious oversights in people I will smack my head for not mentioning if you bring it up, but your question was phrased in such a way I went straight for who do I ENJOY reading not quick gimme a useful list with no explanation thing :P So uh, sorry if this is 100x longer than you expected :D)

[hear-the-dokidoki]

Forgotten song - A Moon Bin fic

Summary: In which he is a barista and a forgotten childhood friend.

Word count: 1.4k+

Author’s note: This fic is a timeline. Also, I didn’t focus on the male character much in this one, so it could be any Astro member, idol, or even human in general.

As requested by @minpuppi ^u^

First encounter: Cookie or no cookie, that is the question

Winter has this certain smell. It’s hard to describe... It smells like white, like something crisp, or maybe like the cold itself. It isn’t always noticeable, but sometimes it’ll hit you, and you’ll realize that it’s already so late in the year. Wasn’t it summer just a month ago? Didn’t you pick up your hoodie just last week, as sweater weather came around?

It’s late in the afternoon. Snow is gathering on your backpack and in the creases of your heavy coat. You’re walking down a busy street, daydreaming about this new class you’ve begin to take. It’s not related to your major, but you find yourself loving it, and lowkey questioning your career choices.

You arrive in front of a coffee place you’ve discovered not long ago. You push the door, and your eyes flutter as all your senses get overwhelmed – by the rich sent of dark coffee, by the warmth of the shop, by the sound of awesome music and quiet chatter. You walk up to the counter, rapidly scanning the menu, even though you already know what you’ll order. The barista turns to you.

“Hi! What will your order be?” he asks.

“I’ll take the number three,” you say. “Oh, and, hum…”

You hesitate, looking at the cookies they put right next to the tip jar. Smart marketing move, but bad for your bank account and for your body. Your internal conflict must be showing on your face, because the barista chuckles softly.

“Should I add a cookie to your order, miss?” he inquires.

“I- Uh- Yes,” you manage to say, immediately cringing at your own awkwardness.

You pay and move aside, despite the fact that you’re the only one in line. You glance around at the 5 or 6 people in the shop, trying to entertain yourself while waiting.

“Here’s your drink and your cookie, miss,” the barista tells you, his mouth quirking upwards.

You return his smile. “Thanks.”

Second encounter: Once upon a long forgotten song

As you enter the coffee shop, you notice the barista is the same as before. Like last time, there is no one in line. Moving towards the counter, you attempt to pull your hair into a ponytail.

“Hey!” the barista says enthusiastically. “Can I take your order?”

You feel a sense of satisfaction. “At least he doesn’t remember me and my awkwardness,” you think. You’re still struggling with your hair, a slight frown on your face.

“Number 3, please,” you say. You voice comes out hoarse, and you somehow end up in coughing fit, your hands still knotted in your hair.

“Are you okay?” the barista asks, his eyes tight and worried.

You nod precipitately. “Yeah, I’ll survive,” you manage to say, giving up on your ponytail. Your hair cascade down your shoulders. He stares at you.

“Alright…” he says. He’s about to turn around to make your drink when he changes his mind, and glances back at you. “Would you like a cookie, this time?”

Your eyes widen. “Uh…” you answer, with all your eloquence.  

The silence stretches.

“It’ll be on me,” he finally adds. “Maybe you’ll be able to restore a bit of your health if you eat something that makes you happy!”

He starts moving before you can tell him that you’re not sick, that you just chocked on you own saliva. “Well, actually, not telling him might be preferable…” you think.

You study him while he works. His hair falls on his forehead, towards his big, almond-shaped eyes. “He’s kind of cute,” you observe. He starts to hum. His voice is barely audible, buried under the sound of music and chatter. You unconsciously lean towards him, even though he’s a few meters away. That melody… It’s familiar. It doesn’t exactly bring back a memory, more like a feeling. You try to grab on to it, to pull it towards you, that faded, warm impression.

“Here’s your order,” the barista says, suddenly in front of you. His smile is bright. 

You blink, crawling out of your own thoughts. “Thank you,” you answer quietly.

“Have a good day!” he adds, before moving to the left, to clean up some machine.

You linger, observing his movements.  “He doesn’t have a nametag,” you notice. “Maybe I should ask for his name…”

“Is there anything you need, miss?” he questions, noticing your glare.

“Not at all! I was just- I was going to leave. Bye,” you say, before walking away as quickly as possible.

 Third encounter: Basically, nope.

“He’s here, this time,” you catch yourself thinking. He wasn’t there the two last times you came, and it bothered you more than it should have. You’ve been thinking about the melody he sang last time. Consequently, he, a complete stranger, has also been on your mind. You hate that. He takes up too much space in your brain.

There’s a woman waiting for her order. When he sees you, his face brightens up.

“Hi there!” he exclaims, while giving the woman her coffee. “Are you feeling better?”

A moment passes. “Yeah,” you answer. “I’m fine.”

“That’s a relief. Well then, will it be a number 3 again?”

“Oh. Uh, yes, please.”

As you pay, giving him a five-dollar bill, you can’t stop yourself from staring at his face. “He’s more handsome than I remembered…” you think. You promptly mentally slap yourself. “Ahh, I always regret my crushes. I won’t let it happen again. Let’s just try to have a normal customer-barista relationship. He’ll make me hot drinks, I’ll give him tip. Simple stuff.”

You leave precipitately when he gives you your order, barely taking the time to say thanks.

 Interlude: The memories won’t leave me…

It hits you during a restless night, during which your brain is hyperactive for an unknown reason.

You remember that summer.

Tall trees. Slimy plants in a lake. The smell of burnt marshmallows. A little girl; a person you barely know; a person you used to be. She has a high-pitched voice, she doesn’t care about her clothes or her shoes. It’s summer, and her parents want to send her to a camp. She doesn’t want to. She’s a big girl, and she wants to stay at home. They make her go, and she’s mad… But then she sees the huge pines trees, the blue lake, all the other kids running around.

You remember that song.

The little girl likes the animators. They’re teenagers, almost adults. They’re so big, so different than her. They always know where they’re going. She wonders when she’ll become like them. The animators gather the kids around the campfire; they want to show them something. The kids are eager to know what it is. The oldest grown-up takes out a guitar. She’s fascinated. The animators explain that it’s the camp’s anthem. They begin to sing. It’s pretty.

You remember that smile.

This week marks the last seven days of camp. It’s almost bedtime, but the kids are still hanging around the fire. They’ve all learned the song by heart, and they sing it all the time. She’s always one of the most enthusiastic. As they finish the song for the umpteenth time, one of the oldest kids decides to tell a scary story. She doesn’t like those, but she’s too curious. She stays. As the story escalates, she feels the fear and worry building up in her small body. The boy next to her notices it. He asks if she’s okay. She answers honestly, slowly shaking her head. His eyes are big and bright. He extends a hand, giving her a warm smile. She’s hesitant, but she takes it. She feels better.

You remember him.

They’re inseparable, during that last week. He’s her age, but he’s bigger. He doesn’t mind giving her piggyback rides. Whatever he does, her lips will curl upwards. Whatever she does, his eyes will turn into crescent moons. He’s very nice, and she likes him a lot.

You remember him...

Forth encounter: …you were my first love

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course,” he answers, interrupting his movements.

You look down at his hand, still holding your change. “It might be a bit strange, but I’ll sing something, and you’ll tell me if it rings a bell… Alright?”

“Sure,” he says slowly, clearly confused.

You begin to sing quietly, then with more conviction. Some parts you can’t recall, so you just hum. His eyes are wide. When you’re done, there’s a grin spread across his face.

“So, it is you…”

He gazes into your eyes, and you feel yourself blushing. “You remember me?”

“I could never forget my first love,” he states, without hesitation.

You can’t hold in a small chuckle. “Me neither.”

[snarkwriteswrasslin]

FFT: babes in toyland; adam page

Notes: 

originally sent to me by @vonschweetz​ on snarkandsarcasmwrites which is about to become my personal blog + main, I thought I’d just move this here onto it’s own post. Part 1 of a 3 part mini fic thing.

Summary:

Grace has a huge crush.. No, the hugest crush on Adam. Who is... going through things. Grace gets tipsy and winds up needing to go replace lost luggage. A trip to a sex toy shop -among other places, is made. Part 1 of 3.

Pairing:

Adam Hangman Page x OFC, Grace

Warnings:

uhh... mentions of toys, innuendo, awkward flirting and alcohol tw. 

“I just feel so bad. Like, he’s obviously going through it and it seems like none of his so-called friends give a shit?” Grace stated as she caught herself staring in Hangman’s direction again. As soon as she saw him heading for the hotel bar all alone, she sighed.

“Don’t just sit here, go do something! Hey, look.. If I finally got the nerve to go for it with JB, you totally can. And you’re right. Adam is a nice guy. He does not deserve the shit that Kenny and the Bucks are putting him through.” Aurora spoke up from beside her, giving Grace a gentle nudge to her side, nodding in the direction of the bar.

Grace eyed the bar and shook her head quickly. One, people who’d been drinking kind of lowkey scared her a little and two, somehow she highly doubted Adam wanted the likes of her, popping up yet again. No matter how nice she tried to be lately, it was almost like it didn’t register with him or something. And heaven forbid I try to flirt, she found herself lamenting internally, because if he’s not picking up on me trying to be friends then he’d definitely not picking up on me trying to subtly flirt now and then. Another sigh left her lips and she tried to take her focus off the bar Adam had just wandered into and turn it elsewhere, but she kind of couldn’t.

She had a 3-hour layover that was probably going to be filled with nothing but worry now because the man she secretly loved was sitting in the hotel bar. Alone. On Valentine’s Day, at that.

“Grace, what’s so different about Adam, huh? You’re usually not one to let someone get to you this much.” Aurora asked a perfectly good question. It was a question Grace didn’t have the answer to, though she’d been asking herself the same thing for months now. He wasn’t the type of guy she usually fell so hard for, she normally had the absolute worst radar when it came to her and the men she chose. And he was beyond out of her league in her own opinion. Galaxies beyond out of her league.

Aurora snapped her fingers in front of Grace’s face as she stood. “C’mon. I’m going to find JB and Marko. You can walk over with me. Maybe it’ll give you an excuse to get closer and at least think about going in there so that poor man isn’t left all alone on the most romantic night of the year.”

“Right, because that’s gonna be such an easy thing. Just go for it.” Grace pouted and stood, grabbing her one remaining bag. “I guess I could hail a cab and go to that shopping center nearby. I mean… The airline has yet to find my suitcase and I’m sick of wearing the same 4 articles of clothing.”

Aurora groaned and palmed her forehead dramatically while shaking her head at Grace’s stubbornly continuing to put off something that she obviously wanted to do more than she’d ever wanted to do anything. She really didn’t see why Grace didn’t just go for it.

Then again, Aurora reminded herself, not everyone is like me. Grace has always been a little bit quieter and it takes a little longer for her to really open up.

As soon as she caught sight of her boyfriend Jungle Boy, she ran towards him, climbing him like a tree, full on squealing and taking his face in her hands to kiss him. It made him laugh as he kissed her back. He nodded in the direction of Grace, a new hire and apparently, Aurora’s old friend from high school. “Did you talk to her yet?”

“I mean, I tried but as usual she dug in her heels over approaching him, why baby?” Aurora asked, snuggling herself against JB, her arms around his neck.

JB smirked as he pulled back a little to see her better as he spoke. “Because maybe when I sat behind him on the plane earlier, I saw him scrolling through her Instagram. Over and over and over. I think if anybody is gonna make him feel better right now Bubbles, it’s gonna be her.”

“So you think he likes her?”

“Pretty sure he does, actually. Marko pointed out that he’s always kind of… watching her.” JB shrugged as Aurora climbed down out of his arms, taking his hand instead.

–

Grace found herself ducking away as soon as Aurora was reunited with Jungle Boy. Before she realized what she was doing, she was standing in front of the doors leading into the bar and she took a deep breath.

“Nope, nah. I can’t do it.. But maybe.. I mean I could go in and have one drink, just to take the edge off of potentially flying out tonight.” and taking yet another shaky but deep breath, Grace wandered into the bar, wandering up to the bartender.

She didn’t even realize she was actually standing right next to the stool Adam was currently sitting on, tossing back drinks until he eyed her as if confused. “Didn’t know you drank.”

“I..”

Adam raised a brow. Her entire face was turning a soft shade of pink beneath her makeup and he found himself wondering why. He said nothing, waving over a bartender and ordering himself another drink instead. Grace’s drink came and she grabbed it, taking a long sip and grimacing as if she were going to spit it out.

Adam chuckled to himself. She was so fucking cute. All sweet and quiet. She didn’t have to do anything, he found himself smiling just a little bit if he caught sight of her backstage. She hadn’t answered his question and he’d kind of started to think she wasn’t going to.

“I hate planes, okay? I thought maybe.. I don’t know, I thought maybe taking a drink before would take the edge off, keep me from breaking the hand of whatever poor soul happened to be my seatmate.” Grace said it so fast her words stumbled out practically on top of each other and she wanted to kick herself. She wasn’t always this bad with the whole talking to people thing but there was just something about Adam that kept her… Distracted.

Her brain seemed to stop functioning properly and it annoyed her. It made her tense.

Adam cleared his throat. “Worst part is the take off and the landin, darlin.”

Grace eyed her own drink and she picked it up, practically shot-gunning it, despite that being a very, very stupid idea. The stupidity continued when she ordered another glass and did the same. And then she ordered her third glass and sipped a little, deciding to stop now before she got so sloppy she couldn’t even walk onto the flight by herself.

She felt a little light-headed already. That was enough for her, thanks. Apparently it helped erase some of those self-inflicted inhibitions of hers a little, because she found herself just sort of staring at Hangman and for once, not bothering to hide it.

Adam thought he’d be slick and steal a few glances while he drank but to his shock, he caught her mid-stare. There was this look in her eyes that had him shifting in his seat a little on sight because it made bright brown eyes almost seem to glow. He chuckled quietly, looking back down at his own drink. That was ridiculous to even think, he thought to himself, why would she be starin at me like that?

Grace swayed just the slightest and he caught hold of her, looking at her as he tried not to laugh. “You coulda just ordered a beer, darlin. Ya basically just slammed back two and a half glasses of 90 proof. That’s the fastest way t’ mess yourself up.” Adam’s words slurred softly and Grace found herself really focusing on his mouth and how much she wanted to kiss him senseless. But it’d be crazy to do that. She barely knew the guy, no thanks to her little ‘brain function problem’ where he was concerned.

She remembered that she’d been planning to go to a shopping center nearby and pick up some clothing and a few other items she needed for their next stop. She stood too fast.

Adam reached out, grabbing her when she seemed wobbly. “Where ya goin?”

“I need to go to that shopping center nearby. Airline lost my luggage.” Grace drawled, an accent she normally went above and beyond to hide coming back in spades and making Adam blink a little because it caught him off-guard.

�� I could listen to her talkin all night… the thought had him shifting in his seat again and before he could stop himself, he was on his feet too, nodding to the doors. “Might be f-for the best if I come with ya, darlin.”

Grace swallowed hard but nodded. If he wanted to spend the next two hours and forty-five minutes watching her shop, she wasn’t about to stop him because she wanted him there.

“ I mean, I’m not gonna.. Stop you.” Grace muttered, that lazy drawl creeping in real heavy and making her cringe at the sound of her own thick accent as she lazily palmed at her face and giggled. “Oh noooooo.”

Adam snickered quietly. “What’s wrong?”

“ I try so hard not t’ talk like that. Then three drinks in me and it’s back!”

“You don’t drink much, do ya?” Adam tilted his head, staring down at her. He found himself stepping closer to her almost protectively. Grace shook her head and sheepishly admitted, “Not at all, actually?” as she dragged her hand through dirty blonde waves.

He shook his head, grimacing and nodding to the door of the bar. “It’s better if we get ya outta here then.”

He felt himself sobering up. Having something to do, having someone around were great distractions for all the crap going on in his head right now and honestly, he’d rather make sure Grace got all the stuff she needed for the rest of their time on the road rather than sit here, brooding over everything his so-called friends kept telling him and the way they kept acting towards him.

She leaned against him heavily and he looped an arm around her, the two of them navigating the crowd clumsily, attempting to make their way towards the floor to ceiling glass doors leading into and out of the airport. By the time they were outside and attempting to summon an Uber, Adam was feeling a lot more relaxed, even laughing a little. He wasn’t dwelling on the shit that happened earlier in the night during the tag match.

“Gotta..” Grace belched and immediately went red in the face, her hand over her mouth, frozen for a few seconds. It was the cutest damn thing he’d ever seen. He chuckled and asked with a smile, “Gotta what, darlin?”

“F-first of all. My battery operated buddy was in my suitcase. Definitely g-gotta replace that.”

He eyed her a few seconds, clueless as to what she was talking about until suddenly, it hit him. And when it did, he found himself shifting the way he stood because his mind was flooded with images and thoughts. He didn’t quite know how to respond to her just blurting it out, either. Before tonight, it was definitely not something he’d ever have thought she’d just say at random.

A crowd rushed past, heading into the airport and it pushed them closer. Adam caught hold of her hips, biting back a quiet groan by covering with a laugh as he stared down at her. “Let’s get ya in the backseat, darlin.” he helped Grace get into the seat of the Uber. Adam got in beside her and Grace sort of curled herself against him.

He never would’ve taken her for the openly affectionate type before tonight, either, but since they left the bar, it honestly seemed as if any excuse to touch him was being taken full advantage of and Adam didn’t really know what to make of it.

He happened to glance down at her and he caught her staring at him again. “What’s up, darlin?”

“You’re freaking gorgeous, holy shit.”

Adam’s mouth opened and shut and he swallowed hard. It had to be the 90 proof talking. He kept trying to tell himself that. But that look was back in her eyes and as she said it, she sort of trailed her fingertips gingerly over his bicep. He sucked in a breath and tried not to tense. The las thing he wanted right now was for Grace to think he didn’t like her touching him because the opposite was true. He wanted her to keep on doing it.

“Thanks.” he laughed quietly, telling the Uber driver where they wanted to go. As the car headed towards their destination, he slipped an arm around her over the back of the seat. To take some of that heavy lingering tension he was picking up on away, he spoke up.

“What else did ya need to get, darlin?”

Grace nearly dropped her phone and she swore under her breath, reaching to retrieve it where it settled between them. She felt her face burning hot as her fingers brushed right against thick thighs that she’d definitely fantasized about touching on more than one occasion. After two attempts and finally fishing it out from between them, she took a deep breath and managed to get herself to meet his gaze so she could answer.

“Clothes, shampoo. Oh, finishing powder, I accidentally dropped mine in the hotel bathroom when me n’ Rora were havin drinks before we went down to the beach… That’s pretty much it. I mean unless I see shoes.”

Adam snickered to himself, muttering before he could stop himself, “You’re so fuckin cute, ya know that?”

She put her hand at her face, giggling as she shook her head no, but Adam nodded; firmer. “You are.”

“I’m nooooot.” Grace insisted, shaking her head. The car came to a stop and Adam got out first, holding out his hand. He wound up reaching in and kind of guiding Grace off the seat, chuckling quietly as he did so. Once she was out, he turned to the row of storefronts. “This is your trip, darlin.”

Grace’s eyes darted up and down the row of stores and her face burned hot as soon as they settled on the adult store towards the end of the area. She’d already pretty much done the most to embarrass herself, she figured, so it wouldn’t hurt anything to get that one out of the way.

Lacing her fingers through his, she started to walk in the direction of the adult store and as they came to a stop in front of its door, she glanced up at Adam. “You don’t have to come in, I mean..” Grace stumbled over her words. She was starting to get really frustrated with herself because while her inhibitions were lower to an extent, they still weren’t gone and she found herself kind of walking this erratic line of constantly almost doing too much and making an idiot of herself and feeling like she hadn’t actually done much at all.

He was just a man. Sure, he was sexy as hell and she wanted him so bad she could taste it, but he was still just a normal guy. She needed to get a grip already; there was no sense in being so utterly caught up that she couldn’t function around him.

…. Aurora’s right. I need to just relax. I need to go for what I want. I can flirt, it’s not like that’ll hurt anything, I mean thanks to liquid courage, I’ve been doing that so far and it hasn’t been a complete disaster… the thought raced through her brain taking hold and she made up her mind. She was going to at least try to flirt with him.

Adam eyed her and snickered, gazing up at the three backlit neon x’s floating over the door to the building and he shrugged. “What, darlin? Ya think I can’t handle a lil adult store?” he was almost teasing her at this point because it was so hard not to flirt with her just a little. And seeing her actually open up like this was just too damned cute to resist doing so, especially when he liked her so much already.

“I.. fuck.. I didn’t mean t-that. I just..” Grace fidgeted a little, dropping her gaze. Adam tucked his finger underneath her chin, raising her gaze back to his face. “It’s okay, darlin.” he chuckled as he reached for the door, letting her step into the store first. To his surprise, she went straight for the back. While she was doing that, he was looking around, raking his fingers through his hair before turning to a display with a pair of red fuzzy handcuffs, picking up the box, blue eyes scanning over it.

She skipped back over to him, shuffling her feet against some deep purple carpet, a curious little gleam in her eyes. When she saw the fuzzy handcuffs he was holding in his hand, she bit her lip, eying them first and then him. “Those break real easy.” Grace blurted it out before she could stop herself and Adam swallowed hard, blinking a little, sitting the box down on the shelf he’d gotten it from. “Oh? If I were lookin for cuffs I’d get the real ones anyway. Rope’s better though. No key to risk losin… I mean I’d imagine that would be a worry.” he said it in that teasing tone again and Grace fidgeted. As she reached out for a display of whipped cream, edible body paint and edible body glitter, he could’ve sworn he heard her muttering a swear or two under her breath and he couldn’t resist smirking to himself.

She clearly hadn’t been expecting him to say something like that. Or have ever previously toyed with the notion of using anything extra in bed. He studied her a few seconds, leaning in to mutter next to her ear, “Find what you were lookin for back there?” and after a few seconds of fidgeting with her mouth opening and closing, Grace eyed him and nodded, the corners of her lips turning upwards in a playful smile. “Mhm.” as she stepped closer to him. Given that she was still a little wobbly, Adam kept his hand at her lower back. She held up a deep purple and black bag and he bit his lip as his eyes darted down to the bag and then up a little. Focusing on her mouth.

Just the temptation to kiss her had him gripping her lower back a little bit more. Trying to reign himself in and resist doing it. Grace was lightly pressing against him and after a second or two of staring at his lips and trying to keep herself from doing something silly like gripping the front of his black tee shirt and pulling him down so she could kiss him, she nodded to the door. “We’ve o-only got 2 hours left.” she said it with a pout because she didn’t want their little outing to end just yet.

“We better get movin. Probably best if we just start at the store beside this one and work down.” Adam suggested after finally managing to tear his eyes off her lips. Grace nodded and she shifted her bag from one hand to the other, lacing her fingers through his fingers again as they walked towards the door of the shop. Adam held it open and Grace walked out.

This time, Adam was the one who grabbed hold of her hand, lacing his fingers through her fingers. He just wanted to see how she’d react. When he glanced down at her and she was blushing and biting her lip, he gave her a playful smirk as he grabbed the handle of the clothing store right next to the adult store. They stepped inside and Grace started to walk towards a section of swimwear.

She figured she’d probably need it given they were going on Jericho’s cruise thing next and all the swimsuits she’d packed for Miami and the cruise were now god only knew where.  As she rifled through racks, Adam watched her, nearly coughing when she picked up a crocheted bikini, holding it up to herself in the mirror. Before he could stop himself he was catching her gaze in the mirror, smirking a little.

Even though just the thought of her wearing it in front of everyone else had him thinking if he were her man, he’d probably want to fight every guy on the cruise by the end of it.

It honestly surprised him as he watched her grabbing things because a lot of the things she was grabbing, he never would’ve thought she’d wear. Then again, he never really crossed paths with her when they weren’t at a show or waiting at the airport.

The thought of her having more than just that sweet and quiet little cute side had him beyond curious.

He stepped up behind her and leaned down a little, whispering against her ear, “Kinda like that pink one.” as she held up a sundress against herself. “Pink always looks real pretty on you.”

Grace gulped and nodded, turning to actually face him. “Oh?”

“Yeah, that one sweater you always wear that’s pale pink.. It’s one of my favorites.” Adam trailed off, aware that she was pressing against him a little more. His hand squeezed her side and he took a deep breath.

“I’ll, um.. I’ll definitely keep that in mind.” Grace managed to answer as she stared up at him, trying to get herself under control. Control was fast slipping through her fingers. And she found herself getting the strong suspicion that he was flirting with her right now.

She also found herself wondering why. And not daring to hope that it was for the same reason she was flirting with him a little bit. But curious. So she decided to test her theory, pressing into him a little heavier, lightly rubbing against him. She did it carefully enough that she hoped it would seem like an accidental thing.

Adam’s grip on her body tightened and he chuckled quietly. “Everything okay?”

“Everything is fine. Thank you for coming with.” Grace practically purred as she gazed up at him and smiled.

“I couldn’t just let ya wander around alone.” Adam played it off as if it were nothing. Grace reached out for a pair of jeans and added them to the growing pile in her arms.

After grabbing another pair of cut offs and some crop tops, she rose to tiptoe, fluffing at the front of Adam’s hair. “I’m gonna go try these on now.”

She was starting to sober up and honestly, she was starting to think back on just what she’d managed to do and say to embarrass herself thus far and she made a decision then and there.. Might as well just go for it and be an outright flirt, she thought to herself, It’s not like I can do anything to further ruin any shot I might have had. Not only that, but it got daunting sometimes, censoring her true self because she was secretly afraid that if she didn’t, people would think she was too much and be put off.

She’d been trying to ease into letting more of herself out since she started working at AEW, but it was almost agonizingly slow. Only Aurora really knew her.

… And I really want Adam to know me too, I can’t hide that fact… the thought came to her and it stuck the entire time she was in the dressing room, undressing to try on clothes.

She’d just gotten the bikini laced up and secure when Adam knocked. “Everything goin okay?”

“Yeah.” Grace opened the door, leaning in it, the bikini managing to somehow be both modest and leaving little to the imagination.. “It’s not the most practical for swimming.” she shrugged.

Adam bit back a groan -covering with a cough, and as subtly as he could, he moved so that he stood in front of her, blocking the view of anyone else who might see her standing there like that.

“Well?” she asked after a few seconds, fidgeting nervously under his intent gaze. Adam chuckled and stepped closer. “I think it looks good.”

She smiled brightly, disappearing back into the dressing room. A few seconds later he heard swearing and the door opened again slightly as she peeked around it. “Hey, uh.. Can you tie the back of this dress?”

She turned so that Adam could loop the laces to the pale pink sundress through the holes they went in and he chuckled quietly. “ Damn.”

“What? It doesn’t fit, does it?” Grace pouted a little. She’d really liked the dress. More to the point, she liked the way Adam was looking at her right now, in the dress.

“Oh, no. Fits real good, darlin. Just..” Adam pressed against her a little after he managed to get his fingers to stop shaking enough to finish looping the laces through the holes left to go and he muttered quietly next to her ear, “I was just thinkin about the hassle you’re gonna have lacing and unlacing this.”

Grace turned to face him only she turned faster than she thought and as a result, she kind of catapulted herself right against him. He laughed quietly, shaking his head.

“What’s so funny, huh?” Grace pouted a little when she met his gaze in the reflection of the mirror.

“Nothin.” Adam found himself staring at her mouth intently, even bending his head down just the slightest as he continued to blurt out, “Just thinking about how hot it is when you get all flustered and you’re blushing. Kind of like you are right now, darlin.”

Grace swallowed hard, her mouth opening and closing as she rose up on her tiptoes just a little bit.

Adam’s hand wandered down, gripping at her ass, pulling her up just a little. “Just curious.. Is there any reason you’re blushing so much tonight?”

A throat cleared from nearby and the two of them sprang apart, Grace pouting a little about it as the saleswoman made her way past, heading to the back of the store.

Adam figured she’d use the interruption of the sales clerk who’d approached to avoid answering his question, but to his surprise, she rose to tiptoe and whispered quietly against his ear, “You.”, her tongue just barely grazing against the edge of his ear before practically bolting into the dressing room to hurry through trying on the rest of the clothes she’d picked out to take with her on the cruise.

He was left to stand there and wait, staring intently at the door, fidgeting as things slowly started to click into place. And he started to think that maybe, just maybe, he had an actual shot in hell at one thing he really wanted working out for him. He decided then and there to really go for it. And he planned to just as soon as Grace came back out of that dressing room this time.

Grace tried on the last outfit, the pair of high waisted cut-offs and the crop top and she turned in the mirror a time or two to make sure it at least looked halfway decent.  She stepped out the dressing room door and literally right into Adam’s arms, which she wasn’t expecting at all. A second later found her with her back against the wall and his hips pinning her in place as his hands gripped and squeezed and groped their way over every inch of her body. “Stop me if..” he muttered just before hesitating long enough to let her answer.

Then his mouth crashed against her mouth, claiming it as her lips parted and his tongue slipped past, taking control of the depth of the kiss before Grace could even begin to dare to try. She squeaked when he accidentally squeezed her ass just a little harder than he’d been intending to and he muttered quietly into the deepening kiss, “Shit. Sorry, Darlin. Got carried away.”

At last, her brain finally seemed to un-freeze and she seemed to catch on to what was going on, her hand going to the front of his shirt, clutching at it just to keep herself upright.

Her hand raked through his hair, tugging and her leg raised to his hip. One of his hands wound up there, squeezing her thigh and sort of rubbing her right against him, drawing a gasp of surprise from her when she felt the way he strained tight against the blue jeans he wore. As the kiss was starting to slow down and they were both trying to catch their breaths he muttered against her lips softly, “I have wanted to do that a while now, darlin. It was kinda driving me crazy.” he stepped away just a little, worried that he might have just taken things a little too far.

Grace, however, seemed to think otherwise. She stepped close, her arms going around his neck as she pressed against him and stared up into his eyes intently.  “You wanted to kiss me, huh?” she was more than a little shocked as she answered and Adam could see it on her face. He bent slightly, his face closer to hers as he nodded and spoke again. “I did. Why?”

She walked her fingers up his chest, trailing the tip of her index finger over his lip as she did that cute little blushing smile up at him. “Because maybe I wanted to kiss you too.”

He pretended to pout a little, all that liquid courage from earlier still hanging around and making him flirtatious and playful. “Maybe?” he asked, his tongue lazily tracing the shape of her lips. When he felt her shiver, he responded with a whispered laugh against her mouth as he pulled her closer all over again.

“Okay, yes.” her fingertips dug into his shoulders as she trailed her tongue over his lower lip and continued, “ I wanted to kiss you. So much.”

When Grace’s cell phone began to ring loudly, Grace swore in frustration because she’d been just about to go for it and steal another kiss. Adam chuckled quietly and muttered against her mouth, “Ignore it, Grace.”

“That’s a really good idea, actually.” Grace giggled into his lips as his tongue slipped between hers, parting them. The grip on her ass tightened and this time, he rubbed her against him, earning him a needy whimper as he did so. Grace was so hot for it already that her knees were shaking and Adam hadn’t really done much of anything to her yet. Her hand rested across the back of his neck, driving his mouth into her own deeper. In the midst of it, her cell phone started to ring again.

Adam broke the kiss and Grace dug around, finding her cell phone in her pocket.

“Where are you, woman?” Aurora asked, barely hiding a teasing laugh. Grace could practically feel her smirking through the phone. Her heart began to pound and she asked Aurora in a rush, “Oh shit, the flight.. We didn’t miss it..”

Aurora giggled and stepped away from Lucha Express just to have a quieter conversation with her best friend. “ Actually, it’s delayed. We have to be back at the airport at 10 am. You never answered my question, by the way.” Aurora reminded her friend.

Adam wandered over, slipping his arms around her waist, nuzzling his nose against her neck as he bent down. He could hear Aurora’s loud giggly voice through the phone and he chuckled. “Hi, Aurora.”

“Holy shit.. Was that… Did you.. Did you FINALLY talk to him?” Aurora’s questions came in a flood and Grace took a deep breath, tensing slightly. “I mean.. Kinda? I wandered into the bar to get a drink..”

“But you don’t drink.” Aurora eyed the phone in her hand, trying not to laugh. Grace still sounded a little tipsy, but not as bad as she’d always thought Grace would if she were to drink.

“I also hate flying, duh.” Grace butted in and continued to speak, “Anyway.. I may or may not have shotgunned 3 glasses of some 90 proof drink thing and.. Whoo boy, I feel so good right now. I mean I’m sobering up.. But Adam, he’s a real sweetheart. He offered to come down to the shopping center with me!”

“That’s good. But have you at least TALKED to him? Ya know.. At least hinted at how you feel? I mean.. I had to physically restrain you to keep you from throwing a shoe at the television when Matt pulled that stunt earlier and wouldn’t let him tag in.”

Adam was overhearing everything and all Grace could do was blush all over her body and tense slightly, because this was… Not how she planned to tell him the way she felt.

… But he kissed me, like that… he’s gotta feel something, right?…

She knew Adam had gotten an earful when she felt his hands wandering just a little more. It flustered her almost immediately; to a point where she had trouble getting her words out when Aurora asked her question again.

“I,uhh.. I was.. I’m working up to it, okay? Look, not everybody has a giant swinging set of brass ones like you, Rora.”

“Oh, but see, the thing here Grae. You do. I know goddamn well you do. Use them. That poor guy is suffering and I’m sick of watching you, watch him.. But refuse to do anything. I swear to God, Grae.. If you don’t say or do something. I’m gonna come down there to that shopping center and I’m gonna do it for you. I just want you to be happy like me.”

Grace went to respond to Aurora’s impassioned lecture, but all she got was a dial tone and she found herself dreading the second when she’d have to turn around knowing full well that Adam heard every single word most likely. Before she could turn around on her own, Adam was turning her around, a questioning look in those high definition baby blues as he fixed them on her intently.

“That was an interesting conversation.” he chuckled, but inside his heart was about to swell and explode because he’d never really.. Considered.. The possibility that she might like him just as much as he liked her. To find out that apparently, she did was just… It was the best end to a pretty shitty night.

… but it could get even better, he thought to himself as he went into planning mode because now we’ve got an all-night delay… She still wasn’t saying anything, just standing there looking all cute and flustered with her mouth opening and closing until it finally closed and she shuffled her feet as she let her eyes dart to the floor.

Adam reached out, fingers curling beneath her chin, making her look back up at him as he bit his lip. Stepping closer, he repeated himself, more firmly when he added at the end, “Is there somethin you wanna tell me right now, darlin?”

“I.. I mean you heard it all, thanks to Aurora being loud as hell.” Grace thought that would be enough; that he wouldn’t push. Apparently, Hangman was in the mood to pick and push at what he’d heard though. Not that she minded, it’s just that she’d have obviously preferred it if he hadn’t found out thanks to her friend being a big-mouth. “She’s so freaking bossy.” Grace pouted, folding her arms over her chest as she gave a quiet giggle and shook her head about it all. It was kind of funny if you really stopped to think about it.

“Maybe she had a point though,” Adam spoke up, catching her eyes with his, smirking just a little. His hand settled on her hip, pulling her closer. Closer wasn’t close enough now that he knew. Even if she hadn’t said it yet, she wasn’t denying it either. And now that he was going back over the few interactions they had over the past few weeks… It had him wondering about certain little things he’d noticed. He took a deep breath and continued, “All you have to do, darlin, is tell me.”

Grace bit her lip, swallowing hard as she nodded. “Tell you, huh? It’s so much more complex than that.” she was stepping even closer, his back brushing against a rack of clothing. He chuckled a little, coughing when his eyes met her eyes and he saw the desire burning just beneath the surface.

“Okay, so maybe you can show me.” he leaned into her slightly, her forehead against his and both of his hands on her hips, his thumb trailing over soft skin hidden beneath the thin violet-colored tee shirt she was wearing. She gasped and her breath caught in her throat, but she nodded towards the door. “One thing.”

“Anything, darlin.”

“Get me out of here, Hangman.” Grace grabbed the pile of clothing she’d been planning to buy and then she grabbed his hand, giggling as she practically pulled him towards the first open register. Adam laughed and as soon as she was being rung up and standing still in front of him, his hands wandered down, squeezing and kneading her ass through the jeans she was wearing as he whispered quietly, “I’ll gladly get you outta here, darlin. Where do you wanna go, hm?” and nuzzled his nose against the side of her neck.

“Anywhere with you.” she managed to gasp just as he squeezed her hip, rubbing her ass right against himself. She barely managed not whimpering and as she reached to take her change after paying for her clothing, her hands were shaking a little. She turned around to face him and he chuckled, leaning down to brush his lips against her forehead.

“C’mon, darlin. Let’s get you to a hotel and soberin up first. Because you are in for it now. Being such a little tease tonight.”

Grace bit her lip and giggled, her hand raising to her mouth. “Oh.. you caught onto it, huh?”

“Kinda hard not to, darlin.” Adam teased back, putting an arm around her as they walked out of the store and towards the Uber, waiting to take them to the nearest hotel….