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blanchimont · 4 years ago

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one step forward, two steps back

characters: kim mingyu x reader

genre: post-breakup au

word count: 3.9k

summary: you believe that no one in their right mind would take so long—as in almost a year—to make up their mind and finally move on from their ex. yet you are an exception, and mingyu and the entire universe seem to have conspired against you to make the moving on process difficult for you.

“My parents talked about you over breakfast this morning.”

There is a brief pause before Mingyu lets out a strangled “What?”

At this point, you are convinced that the universe doesn’t want you to succeed in moving on.

You feel pathetic that even after ten months since you and Mingyu mutually agreed to break up, you still don’t have it in you to move on from him. The progress bar is stuck at zero percent and you’re so frustrated at yourself because you aren’t strong enough to let go of the past. But it’s not like Mingyu is doing so well in the moving on process either, so both of you are stuck in a limbo where you still invite each other to parties and choose to talk to each other almost every single day, even if that does more harm than good.

Recently, you’ve been getting an earful from Chaeyeon, your best friend, at how stupid you look like already for being so weak for your ex that each time you receive a notification from him, you’re ready to drop everything just so the two of you can talk about the most random of things, like how Mingyu shared one time that he was so enthusiastic about making pizza that he accidentally tossed the dough too high and got it stuck on the ceiling. He even sent you a picture of the said dough and that was enough to keep you going through your rough day.

“Look, I used to be very gentle when approaching the topic because I know it hurts like a bitch for you but come on, it’s going to be a year soon since you and Mingyu broke up and you’re still so caught up on him. Like you aren’t even making an effort at all to move on. You’re helping no one with what the two of you are doing,” Chaeyeon says one night when she stays over at your dorm right after messaging her that you are finally moving on from Mingyu. She refused to believe you so she rushed to your place and found you on your couch, busy texting your ex.

You feel apologetic towards your best friend because she has been there from the beginning to comfort you and share her thoughts about how you should go about your life without Mingyu. But now you are wasting all her effort of consoling and distracting you because one day, you would tell her with finality that you are finally moving on, only for her to discover a few days later that you really cannot push through with it and you’re back to talking to him again.

When you went home to your family over the term break, you thought that it will help you take your mind off of Mingyu, and then eventually your lingering feelings for him will fade. You almost wanted to text Mingyu the day you went home that you are finally moving on from him, but you feel stupid because there really isn’t a need to inform him that because the moment the both of you decided to break up, it was already an unwritten rule that moving on should be the next step.

For the first few days, you feel positive that you are going to succeed in your plan to move on. You feel less miserable, you and Mingyu do not contact each other at all, and you think that he is on the same page as you, using the short break from college to get his mind off of you.

It is during your fifth day at home that your parents decide to make things difficult for you. They candidly and happily talked about Mingyu while you eat your breakfast in silence. You just gave your parents a pained smile as they went on and on about him, and you ignored your older sister’s knowing stare as you rushed to finish your food even if you felt like throwing up. You thought you were doing so well already, but at the simple mention of your ex’s name, you’re almost back to zero.

And then you’re absolutely sure that you’re back to zero because the next thing you do is call Mingyu.

“I said they talked about you while we were eating breakfast this morning,” you whisper into your phone as you enter your room, locking the door behind you. You’re afraid that your sister is going to catch you talking to him because you also told her about your plan to move on, and she has been nothing but supportive about it. You didn’t want to disappoint her, as if you haven’t been loathing yourself enough already for being so quick to ring Mingyu’s number.

“Okay, should I know what they said about me?” You could almost hear Mingyu gulp and if this is any other day, you would laugh at him for still feeling so intimidated with your parents. But now you’re just overwhelmed because you miss hearing his voice, and it’s been over six months since you last saw him physically.

You mull over what Mingyu said, and even though he sounded afraid of what you told him, you couldn’t shake off the feeling that his words could have implied that he should no longer care about what your family says about him, and that you no longer have the obligation to share that to him.

You feel tears pricking your eyes. “I- you know what, forget it—”

“Shit, is it that bad?” Okay. Maybe he still cares. He’s Kim Mingyu, after all. He always cares, sometimes a little bit too much.

“No! No, totally not. The total opposite, if I dare say.” You begin fiddling with the hem of your shirt as you sit on the floor and stare at the window of your room. You remember how you and Mingyu shared your first kiss by the desk near your window five years ago when he stayed over your place after walking you home from school, and now you want to get out of your room because the memory isn’t helping you at all.

“Okay, then do you mind telling me? I won’t be able to sleep tonight if you don’t and I might end up dying of curiosity.” The both of you chuckle, and suddenly you feel more at ease now. Everything just feels so easy and light around Mingyu, and you wonder why things had to end when all else seemed fine and alright between you two.

“Fine, but don’t freak out.”

If Mingyu was in front of you, you would see the multiple question marks hovering over his head as he stares at you with wide eyes and raised brows. But he isn’t and all you can hear from him is a soft hum, prompting you to continue talking.

“Mingyu, they...they just like and adore you so much, especially my dad, which is surprising because for the past years we’ve been dating I know he intimidates you so much. But Gyu,” you take a deep breath and you’re afraid it was so shaky that he would hear it. “He said he wouldn’t mind you being his first son.”

“...what?”

Even though you and Mingyu have dated each other for five years, he always found your family, specifically your dad, intimidating. The two of you began dating when you were still in high school, and at that time your parents still weren’t so keen about you getting into relationships because they wanted you to focus on your studies. You went against their wishes, but they were nonetheless kind and accommodating towards Mingyu whenever he visited your house or you invited him to your birthday parties. Eventually he became more involved in other family events, like your eldest sister’s wedding, the first birthday celebration of your niece, and more. You love how Mingyu became more welcomed in your family, but that doesn’t stop your father from (intentionally and sometimes unintentionally) intimidating your boyfriend. Your father loves messing around when he’s fond of certain people and Mingyu knows that all too well, but sometimes he couldn’t help but feel like walking on eggshells whenever he’s around.

Your chest feels tight and you want to cry because the time your father finally openly admits to you how much he’s fond of Mingyu—and that means a lot to you and him—that’s when the two of you have already broken up. “What he means is he wouldn’t mind you being his son-in-law because,” you pause and take a deep breath. You really can’t break down while talking to your ex on the phone right now. You should be stronger than this. “He thinks you’re very very kind, hardworking, smart, and talented...he’s really fond of you. He even sounded so sure when he said he trusts that my future will be in good hands if I spend it with you and Gyu I’m so sorry I’m saying this to you right now—”

“You haven’t told them about us breaking up yet, have you?”

You choke back a sob. “I can’t, Mingyu I’m so so sorry.” Now you’re crying. This is the first time in a long time that you’ve cried because of your breakup. You’ve been so preoccupied with the demands that come along with being a college student that you never had the time to properly process your feelings.

Mingyu is so quiet on the line and you’re worried that you’re making him uncomfortable with your crying.

“For the past ten months, I just can’t say it. It just never came up.” No, I just don’t want to admit to myself that we’re over. “I tried telling them earlier but dad acted like he didn’t hear me and continued saying that he’d love it so much if we tie the knot once we find stable jobs after college— shit I’m really sorry I shouldn’t have brought this up. We’re both trying to move on but it’s just been so hard for me these days and what my parents told me this morning didn’t help at all.” You cover your mouth because the sobs that desperately wanted to rip out of your throat are too much. You want to tell Mingyu that you miss him but this isn’t the perfect time for it.

There is a long pause after your rambling and for a moment you think that Mingyu already hung up on you. “Do you want us to get back together?”

You frown. This isn’t how you expected him to react. “Well do you think things will change between us if we do?”

Chaeyeon asked you the same question before, and you realize that even if you desperately want to get back together because you cannot see yourself going on with your life without Mingyu by your side, you think there’s no point anymore. You know the two of you will fall back into the cycle of having mismatched schedules, last-minute canceled dates, repeated apologies, brief visits to each other’s dorms, and then you will get tired of it again on top of the perpetual exhaustion you’re feeling because of college. Mingyu will say the same thing and then things will get awkward between the two of you for a while, until you mutually agree that you don’t have time for each other anymore and that it would be better that you stay as friends instead, because it would hurt less that way than losing each other completely in an attempt to salvage what’s left of your relationship.

“We can try. We can always try,” Mingyu replies.

The determination in his voice breaks your heart. “Mingyu.”

“Then why are we still talking? We both agreed to break up, right?” He sounds so exhausted and if you aren’t so busy trying to distract yourself to stop the tears from falling, you would’ve felt more apologetic for causing this mess in the first place.

“And we both agreed to stay friends after, right?” You retort.

Mingyu lets out a frustrated sigh and you can almost vividly see how he runs his fingers through his hair. He always does that when the conversation becomes too frustrating for him. “You really think that works out for couples who break up?”

You try to remember all the people you know who have broken up but remain good friends to this day. You want to prove him a point, but you know that his question is meant for the two of you. “Mingyu, I just don’t want to lose you. You’re a big part of my life already and it’s going to hurt me so much if you aren’t a part of it anymore.”

“Me too,” you hear him sigh again and you close your eyes. Over the past five years, Mingyu has seen you in your worst and best times, and you’ve seen him go through hell and heaven multiple times already. No matter how ugly things got, you were there for each other at every step of the way. Trying to imagine a future where Mingyu can no longer comfort you with his warmth when you’re on the verge of breaking down and hug and shower you with compliments when you attain even the littlest of achievements is just too difficult for you to accept. You wonder if he feels the same way.

Mingyu’s chuckles interrupt your train of thoughts. “Wow, I can’t believe your dad’s already thinking about our marriage when we don’t even bring that up too often between us.”

You smile. Everything’s so easy and light around Mingyu. “It’s because we’re too broke to think of that just yet.”

You can still remember how you nearly dropped your cup of coffee that one morning in your dorm two years ago, when Mingyu visited you all the way from his place that was an hour away and prepared you breakfast for your 8AM class. He asked you about your thoughts on marriage so casually as if he was just talking about the weather. You remember taking your sweet time trying to think of the right words to tell him when deep inside your brain was short-circuiting already.

“I’ll only marry you once we’re both rich enough,” you finally reply. Mingyu grins so widely and squishes your face in his hands.

“Okay, then we should start saving enough money from now on,” he tells you. That conversation was more than enough to make you feel happy and unbothered by the growing pile of papers and readings you have for your classes that day.

There is a short pause on the other end of the line before Mingyu continues speaking. “I miss you.”

Those three words are what you often hear from him whenever it’s been so long since you last saw each other. You always heard him say that in a muffled voice because he’s too busy burying his face into your neck as he wraps his arms around your body tightly. Hearing it so clearly now just makes the tears in your eyes fall again.

“Mingyu.”

“Can I at least hear you say it back one last time? Before I finally take the moving on process seriously from now on?”

I really, really don’t want you to move on just yet. It pains you so much that this conversation serves as a wake up call for him. This isn’t the outcome you expect that you will get from this phone call, but you also know that what you wanted to happen afterwards isn’t possible. You feel pathetic that it takes you ten months to realize that the breakup is real—so, so real that the hurt is clawing at your chest and tearing down the walls you’ve built in an attempt to shield yourself from the truth that Mingyu is letting go of you and it’s about time that you do the same.

You pick yourself up again and attempt a smile even though he wouldn’t see it. “Okay, I miss you too.”

“Hey,” Mingyu must have sensed how upset you are. “We’ll still be friends. You’re so important to me that letting you go as a friend too would be too much for me. We should just...stop talking to each other for a while. Might help us move on a bit easier.”

“Yeah,” you sniffle. Mingyu’s words are hurting you but listening to his voice calms you down so quickly. “You should just block my number and my social media accounts. Could be easier.”

“I told you before that I can’t do that, right?”

“Okay, then I’m blocking you instead.” You smile, remembering how the two of you had this very same conversation a month after your breakup.

Mingyu whines your name. “You said you’d only do that if I find someone else already.”

Then go find someone else, you almost tell him, but that would just be too painful for you. You aren’t ready for that just yet, but have you to be, eventually.

For a couple of weeks, you don’t reach out to Mingyu after that call and he does the same. Initially, it hurt you that he’s really taking the moving on process seriously already while it takes you a few more days to get on the same page as him. You still get updates about his activities and whereabouts through his social media, but that’s all that there is to it. Sometimes, your hands itch to grab your phone and message him when something interesting, funny, or upsetting happens to you in college because he’s the only person who’s so good at reacting to your stories, but you go against it each time. You have to learn how to be yourself again after being with Mingyu for so long.

The next time you meet him, it’s been slightly over a year since the breakup, and you’re nervously grabbing at the straps of your bag as you walk towards the restaurant where he’s celebrating his birthday. It feels awkward and different now that you’re heading to his party alone when over the past years, you’re always the earliest so you could help him out with the preparations. You have to get used to this, eventually.

Mingyu flashes you the biggest smile and gives you the warmest hug once he sees you enter the place. You almost pay attention to how you feel his lips ghost over the top of your head, but you get distracted by the new faces you see at his party—you barely know anyone from his life anymore. There’s a lump in your throat and you try so hard to swallow it down but the thought of Mingyu doing so well without you anymore rings so loudly in your ears. The final stab to your chest is when you spot the girl who often interacts with Mingyu recently on his social media and appears on his stories. You don’t know who she is but you know there’s something’s going on between them now. You hate assuming, but you just know. The way they would so openly talk and joke with each other online reminds you of your early years with him. All your efforts of trying to go on with your life without Mingyu go down the drain once the feelings of insecurity drown out the rational side of you, the part where you finally accept that he won’t come back to you anymore and that you should be happy that he’s doing well.

You take a step back and are about to make an excuse that you forgot something at home so you can leave the restaurant, but Mingyu’s worried face appears in front of you. “Are you okay?”

You absentmindedly nod your head as you follow Mingyu into the table where Minghao and Seokmin are sitting. “Yeah, I just...I remembered I can’t stay for too long tonight.”

Mingyu stares at you and you’re afraid that he knows why you suddenly acted weirdly, especially with how his eyes wandered off to the spot where the new girl is. Instead, he shrugs and pulls a chair out for you. “Alright, just don’t disappear without telling me.”

You weakly nod at him and watch as he walks away to entertain his other visitors.

After the guests sing a happy birthday song for Mingyu, you eat your food quietly and briefly converse with Minghao and Seokmin. You try to ignore the pang in your chest when you notice how Mingyu barely went to your table to talk to you or the other boys, and instead spend most of the dinner enthusiastically speaking to his friends in college. You realize that everything is a lot different between the two of you now and there’s a bitter taste lingering in your mouth, so you stand up and approach the birthday celebrant to say goodbye to him.

“Do you want me to walk you to the bus stop?” Mingyu offers. You pretend you don’t see the girl sitting next to him, watching you with curious eyes.

“No I’m fine. I’m taking the subway actually.” You’re taking a step back already so you can put more distance between the two of you.

“Are you sure?” Worry flashes in Mingyu’s eyes and you suddenly remember why he looks so concerned.

“I’m fine with subways, Mingyu. Don’t worry.”

Still, he stands up and pulls you out of the restaurant after you say your final goodbyes to the rest of the guests. Once the cold air greets you both, Mingyu goes to stand in front of you and you raise an eyebrow at his frowning face. “What?”

“You’re not okay.”

You look away with a sigh. Mingyu still knows you all too well and it’s at times like this that you wish he doesn’t.

“I’ll be fine, Mingyu. Let me go home now.”

“I’m sorry,” Mingyu sounds so hurt but you don’t have it in you to look at him properly.

You don’t know if he’s saying sorry because he barely talked to you tonight, or because of the girl in the party that you don’t recognize, or simply because he’s apologetic for everything that happened, but either way you don’t ask him. You would rather not know.

You give him a small smile and it took so much energy for you to do so. “I think you’ve changed a lot now, Gyu. And I don’t mean that in a bad way. You look happier.”

When Mingyu doesn’t respond, you reach your hand out to lightly pat his arm. “Sorry for not staying longer. I can’t do it.” This time, you try to smile wider. “Happy birthday.”

You don’t wait for him to say something. You don’t look at his face. You don’t see the look in his eyes—the same look he gave you when you said goodbye to him after the two of you discussed your breakup. You turn around and walk away as quickly as you can. You don’t know if it’s the cold air prickling your eyes or if it’s the tears threatening to spill out, but you take a deep breath and focus your attention on the bustling streets.

You stop by the crossroad and look at the strangers around you. You feel a lot like a stranger to Mingyu right now even if you know that he doesn’t see you in that way. But you’ll be fine. He is doing well, and so should you.

The red light turns green and everyone else around you starts walking to cross the street. You finally take a step forward.

#my work #seventeen #mingyu #seventeen scenarios #mingyu scenarios #seventeen imagines #mingyu imagines #i can't believe i wrote two separate stories in a span of two days something's wrong with me #pls enjoy this lmao

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ice-cream-nekogirl · 5 years ago

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Run Run Shinsou (Shinsou Hitoshi X Reader)

TIME FOR SOME HOLIDAY FLUFF!! AND HOLIDAY HIJINKS!! I’m serious Christmas shopping is the WORST and ugh this is partially inspired by some Christmas movies that involved the hardships of Christmas Shopping and my own experiences in how exhausting it is...

I’m certain it’d be easier if I had Shinsou’s power though...

Summary: This Christmas holiday isn’t new to Shinsou, but getting a gift for the person he loves certainly is. And he goes to great lengths to get you a good one.

You gave a deep groan as you managed to stumble to the dorms with your head up to let out more groans. “You made it out alive (Y/N).” Uraraka stood beside you with a nervous smile, with Tsuyu next to her.

“I’m honestly impressed given that you haven’t really been sleeping at a good time.” Blunt as ever she nonetheless was happy that you managed to work your way through this semester even though you were losing motivation and sleep over the last two weeks.

“Tell me about it… ugh thank GOD it’s over and now I can just… go to sleep…” You confided in your girlfriends since school semesters worked differently in Japan and so school literally just finished and now this meant you could relax for a day at the dorms, have a party with your classmates the next and then go home to your family to celebrate the actual Christmas day.

As you waved a ‘see ya’ to the girls you slowly walked like a zombie to find your dorm. The only thing that made you perk up was your boyfriend hanging by the door as he gave you a casual wave and smile. “Hey.”

The two of you arranged to meet up and hang once school officially ended for the rest of the year, at least until the holidays, and you were so glad that now you could relax with your sweet Shinsou. Even though you were tired as hell.

“Oh Hitoshi… thank God you’re here…” You chuckled as you opened your door to let him into your less than clean room but since he wasn’t the cleanest guy in the world he was perfectly okay with it. Then again, it was comfortable around Shinsou since he was a pretty blasé, casual guy himself. He just tried a LITTLE extra harder with you though even if you and he could be casual and relaxed.

“Oh yeah? Missed me that much?” His smirk made you scoff and roll your eyes, “Well who else is gonna listen to me bitch about how hard school is getting?” You asked as he shrugged his shoulders as the two of you lied down on your bed.

“You know you’ve got a point. I need you to bitch about my issues too…” He couldn’t deny that, you could vent to him all day and he’ll be happy to listen, because you were happy to listen to him about his problems too.

Still, you really did miss him as you cuddled up next to him, “But yeah… I missed being close to you… school is so fucking hard and I just needed a hug…” Your words made him blush warmly as he smiled at you a little bit. “Sure.” He said as he did give you that nice, warm hug you had been wanting.

“I get it… I needed a hug too… my partner and I barely made it through that exam.” Shinsou knew that’s what stressed you out for the past week, and it honestly stressed him out too but thankfully Tokoyami was a fantastic partner and easy to get along with aside from the gloom and doom part, but since Shinsou was a little on the gloom and doom spectrum himself, it worked out and they both passed it together.

“You’re the lucky one! You at least had Tokoyami as a partner for the end of the semester exam! I was stuck with Ojiro…” It’s not that you disliked the guy, but compared to the rest of your classmates he didn’t stand out much and his quirk was hardly much especially compared to classmates like Bakugou, Todoroki, Yaoyorozu, Tokoyami and Kaminari. Ojiro was very nice to you and he worked hard to help you but… he wasn’t much compared to the others. Yes it was mean to think that but you were human weren’t you?

“You mean that bland, boring monkey Ojiro Mashirao? I’m sure that’s his name?” Shinsou chuckled and smirked when he didn’t seem to remember his name, or at least pretended to not remember his name.

“More like Ojiro Wishy ‘Washy-rao’.” You returned the smirk when you heard that snicker betray him and he couldn’t help but laugh as you burst into laughter with him. Was it the nicest joke in the world? No, but you could be your most authentic and witty self with Shinsou, and he could unwind with you too and say what was on his mind with you.

“I’m serious… you know the gift-wrapping paper that we’ve been seeing in every store? Those have more personality than him.”

“AHAHAHAHA! Oh my GOD Hitoshi… you’re such a savage… but… you’re not wrong. He’s a kind soul but he’s like a sugar cookie, all sugar but no chocolate. I like that he’s sugar but I want to taste a little something more, and he ain’t got more.” You gave him a thumbs up as you wiped your laughter tears away much to Shinsou’s great amusement.

“Well… at least you and I are done… just in time for this holiday everyone raves about… and we don’t even celebrate it here.” He said as he put his arm around you and you smiled at the thought of the holidays.

“Ah… yeah it’s more of a big deal in America and other parts of the world… I like the idea of if though… togetherness, singing annoyingly catchy songs, wearing red and green and elf costumes, watching adorably cheesy movies and eating so much sweets and food without caring about the calories.” You recalled the way your family spent the holidays and how it was especially a big deal in America, and how it was a lovely holiday even though it was busy and sometimes corny. But in a good way.

“Don’t you already do like three out of those five things? The cheesy movies, singing annoyingly catchy songs and eating a ton of food without caring about the calories?” He asked you with a cocked brow which made you laugh out loud.

“Well yeah but this holiday gives me the excuse to do all of that and no one can say anything! It’s like on Halloween! Where girls can dress like total sluts and no one can say anything.” You pointed out with a cheeky grin.

“Heh… very nice…”

“And plus we get to get each other gifts! That’s the funnest part! I already got mine for you~!” Shinsou’s face slightly paled when you more or less stated that you already had a gift for him…

He… didn’t get you anything…

Yet!

“Oh… that’s great…” He didn’t mean to sound so transparent but you were so happy and relaxed that you almost didn’t realize how uncertain he sounded. “I have a gift for you too.” So Shinsou kinda lied, but only because he didn’t want to seem like a shitty boyfriend who didn’t even get his girlfriend anything. But he knew how he was going to spend the rest of the day tomorrow before the party…

“Awww Hitoshi… you don’t have to get me anything…” You reassured him, even though you were excited already and grinning at the thought of your sweet Shinsou actually going out of his way to get you something! Okay maybe you lied when you said he didn’t have to get you anything… you didn’t wanna pressure him or nothing but it’d be really nice if he got you something.

“Of course I do. You’re the only one who actually gives a shit about what I feel, and the only one who can get me to SAY how I feel. That deserves something nice.” Shinsou said more honestly, his cheeks warming up the more he said it. He wasn’t the most open guy in the world, but he could be more open with you.

And you couldn’t help the big grin rising on your lips as you giggled and blushed giddily, “Ohh… Hitoshi…” You gave him a bigger, warmer hug and nuzzled into his chest which actually really flustered him as he started to stutter, “You’re the best boyfriend ever…!”

Damn… now he HAD to definitely find you a gift fast after hearing that kind of statement. “Y-You know me…” He said shyly and kind of nervously as he hugged you in bed…

THE NEXT DAY...

“Hahaha… oh man now you REALLY have to find her a gift.” Aside from you, Kaminari was the other classmate of the Hero Course he could rely on since he cared enough to befriend him and Shinsou couldn’t really push him away and he grew to like the guy.

“No doi, I got that already…” Shinsou groaned in annoyance at how Kaminari repeated what he had been telling himself for the past 12 hours as they walked into the mall together. He told you that Kaminari is the one who dragged him over here as a ploy to get you off his little plan and you believed it. So that was a good thing…

“Well hey it shouldn’t be hard right? You guys are boyfriend-girlfriend, and you guys know each other super well right?” Still Kaminari was going to help a brother out and Shinsou appreciated it as he nodded.

“Yeah I do… we basically like the same kind of music, movies and all. Especially MCR and Panic at the Disco…” That was one of the first things you and he bonded over, the love of emo bands, along with Tokoyami of course. Maybe he should have asked him what you would like the most since he was your good friend too, but he was with Kaminari already and now he had to rely on himself.

Kaminari snickered a bit as he put his arm around the guy, “You got this! But uh… do you have money?” That was the most important question and Shinsou hesitated before he nodded, “Oh yeah… I got money all right.” He DID have money but… he also MIGHT have brainwashed a Santa on the way over here and pretended to be one of those Santa’s for a little while to take as much money as he could. But in his defense that Santa wasn’t even donating to a good organization, that organization was really homophobic…

“Good!” But his friend didn’t seem to think much on his hesitation or the fact that Shinsou was still wearing the Santa hat he took as the two of them kept walking and looked at all the cooler stores that had some really cool things. Should he get you jewelry? No that’d be too cliché, besides he already get you a nice charm bracelet for your birthday…

He sighed heavily when he thought he and Kaminari weren’t getting anywhere, at least until he found himself at tried and true Hot Topic. And there he saw it…

The Gerard Way Funko Pop. Black Parade Edition and oh my God it looked so fabulous he almost wanted it for himself…

“I know what to get her.” He suddenly said as Kaminari perked up a bit, “Yeah?!” He looked excited too and followed where Shinsou was looking and saw it with a gasp. “The Black Parade…” He was familiar with the band too, and he thought they kicked ass!

“You HAVE to get her that…”

Shinsou nodded in full agreement as he quickly called an employee before anyone else could get it and to his relief they were able to get it for him as he held it close so no one else could see and try to steal it.

Paying for it was a pain but he DID have some of that Santa money to pay for it and left the store with a very satisfied smile. “Way to go Shinsou~!” Kaminari even patted his friend on the back when they left successful… at least…

“Hey, hey! You’re the kid who took my money!”

It was the Santa he had brainwashed, guess he caught onto it when his bucket was empty and his hat was now on Shinsou’s head. “What are you talking about? I didn’t take anyone’s money that would be stealing wouldn’t it? We don’t steal in this society.” He quickly lied as Kaminari nodded to back his friend up.

“Yeah, you didn’t take anything that’s why all my money in here’s gone and my hat! I remember! You were talking to me and then poof! It’s gone! All of it! Give it back!”

“Quite an aggressive Santa aren’t you? I thought Santa’s were supposed to be jolly.” Shinsou backed up a bit and continued to lie so he could find a way to get out of here. “Look I’m one of you, see the hat? I’m trying to make money for donation too.” Another lie but Kaminari was going to go with it.

“That’s right man! He’s super charitable that’s why he’s got his own hat here!” The blonde exclaimed much to Shinsou’s relief, but that was short-lived when ANOTHER Santa made his way over.

“Is this guy giving you trouble?” He asked the other Santa, who nodded, “Yeah this guy took all my money and now he’s lying about being an honorary Santa Claus!” The First Santa pointed at him angrily but Shinsou just shook his head.

“I have no idea what he’s talking about.”

“Okay let’s calm down now, let me see your permit.” However, the second Santa was asking for a permit now and that Shinsou wasn’t planning on. “You really need a permit to donate to a good cause?” He asked even though that logically made sense since all these Santa’s needed to be legit in order to play Santa here at this mall.

And the Second Santa showed off his permit around his neck to show that he WAS legit and so was the First Santa, “Yeah you do, so do you have it or not?” And Second Santa was getting impatient as Shinsou and Kaminari grew kind of nervous.

“I do… in my heart. I answer to the people, as an aspiring pro-hero I can’t let permits stop me from trying to earn money to donate to the needy because they need things…” That sounded like something YOU would say since you knew how to lie out of your ass too so Shinsou took a hint from you and lied out of his ass.

“Hey! Show us your permit!” Oh shit and now a THIRD Santa showed up after seeing the commotion and Kaminari perked up fearfully and practically hid behind the taller Shinsou. “So many Santa’s are coming…” He whispered to Shinsou who was getting just as nervous but still kept his cool.

“You guys need to back off okay? I don’t need a permit and besides, I wouldn’t even donate to that organization. Don’t you know how homophobic it is? Get with the program…” Shinsou muttered in annoyance to the three Santa’s who were getting much too close for comfort.

“Don’t you bash the Savior Squad!” The First Santa took offense to that, and the Second Santa was getting closer, “Give us the money you took.” He more or less demanded instead of asked which Shinsou wasn’t going to do. He wasn’t threatened by these guys, but he DID need to get away from them.

“I’m not bashing anything. Now if you wanna take it just ask, but all of you have to say please.” He then requested of the Three Santas as they all went ‘Fine!’ and just when they were about to say ‘please’ their eyes went blank as Shinsou smirked and walked away, urging Kaminari to quickly follow him.

“Let’s get the hell out of here.” He said as the electric-user gladly complied and followed, but neither of them saw a FOURTH Santa show up so he could help his three fellow Santa’s. “Hey! Snap out of it!!” Shinsou perked up and made the mistake of looking back when he saw the Fourth Santa get the other three Santa’s out of his trance.

“He’s getting away! Get the money back!” The Fourth Santa shouted and pointed at Shinsou, whose eyes went slightly wide when he saw the very angry Santa’s all glaring right at him…

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JDIIYVPRpns

That was Shinsou’s cue to run like hell as he took off in a very fast dash while the pissed off Santa’s all started shouting “STOP THIEF!” “GET THAT BRAT!!” “I’M GONNA PUT A HOLIDAY HURTING ON YOU KID!!”

Kaminari shouted in terror as he backed away when the surprisingly fast Santa’s whipped right through to chase after his friend as he nervously followed. “Run Run Shinsou! Run like Hell!!” And he called out for his friend, even though no duh, that’s exactly what Shinsou was doing as he ran as fast as he could. Thank God he’d been training with Aizawa to pick up on speed. He wasn’t that fast but he was faster than he used to be that’s for sure.

“Stop him!”

“He’s getting away!”

“He took money!”

“Cut him off!”

But the Santa’s called OTHER Santa’s in the area as they stopped what they were doing for a moment to see Shinsou running off, still carrying your gift in his hands as he looked a little shocked when he saw so many more Santa’s around…

Why were there so many Santa’s!

He looked back to see another Santa, and then another, and then another! And then he realized there was now like TEN Santa’s on his ass and now he had to pick up the pace as he ran with a rare, alarmed face when he could just hear them yelling at him among the loud holiday music blaring while he was being chased.

Shinsou moved away when a Santa nearly grabbed him, and then he got lucky when several kiosks showed up for him to go to and cut off the Santa’s who were getting too close for comfort. The Santa’s all nearly bumped into each other when Shinsou cut them off, but it didn’t stop the others in the back from going ahead to try and catch up to him.

But Shinsou had to run past so many people that he was slightly ashamed to use as obstacles for the Santa’s to get past since he was only one person and there were ten different Santa’s so they had more difficulty getting past the poor people in their way.

Even as the Santa’s yelled for people to get Shinsou to stop they were much too shocked and confused to know what was going on other than the fact that Santa’s were chasing some poor teenager for some reason.

And Shinsou grinned a little when he saw an escalator and quickly ran up the one going upstairs, and kinda cut in front of others just to get away from the upcoming Santa’s. “Dude! This is crazy!” Kaminari went to the other escalator also going up and was already panting, but Shinsou nodded nonetheless. “The things I do for love.” He smirked and shrugged before giving Kaminari the gift before he jumped onto the same escalator when the other Santa’s were getting close and ran ahead of the clamoring people who shouted in shock as Shinsou made it upstairs and lost the Santa’s for a moment as he darted into a toy store.

He knew the Santa’s were coming so he was going to fight back this time, and he immediately made his way to the toy section and grabbed several frisbee’s and Captain America shields and threw them RIGHT at the oncoming Santa’s who were unfortunate enough to get clocked and the other ones moved away just in time to avoid getting hit. But when more showed up, Shinsou grabbed two toy swords to defend himself.

“All right? You Santa’s wanna dance? Okay then, but there’s only one winner coming out of this.” He said with confidence despite the fact that there were TEN Santa’s looking fierce with their fists up and ready to fight as they shouted “You can’t take all of us!” “Bring it Purple-head!”

And that urged Shinsou to quickly swat and strike at the first Santa who got too close, and he kept swinging and swinging until every Santa got too close, although he made one Santa stop in his tracks. But Shinsou’s eyes went wide when all the other Santa’s decided to body slam him to the ground in a giant Santa Slam…

His back hit the ground, but he quickly slid away fast and used the Santa that got too close to him and made the others who responded to him stop as he quickly got away and this sanpped the other’s out of it as they all blinked their eyes.

“Where’d he go?!”

“I thought you had him!”

“You let him go?!”

Shinsou snickered and laughed to himself despite the bruises he was going to get in the morning as he ran out of the store as fast as he could and ran to the nearest elevator to get the HELL out of there. To his relief Kaminari had caught up to him, still carrying your gift and panting heavily from all that running.

“Phew… dude… way to go!! That’s my man!!” Kaminari then laughed and praised his friend as they both left the mall together, rather quickly too to avoid anymore Santa’s that were around…

LATER ON THAT NIGHT…

“Let me get this straight…”

What the hell did your boyfriend just do?

“You’re telling me that you took money from a homophobic donation organization, outran and fought off ten different Santa’s just so you could get me a Christmas gift?” Because Shinsou came back to the dorms winded and with a bruise on his chin from getting elbowed by one of the Santa’s you asked him for an explanation, and he gave you one.

“Ah… yeah…” He nervously scratched the back of his neck the more you described the not-so moral things he did just to get you the gift you were carrying.

It was Gerard Way and he was SO cute and it was the Black Parade edition, and oh my God there was no way it was cheap and yet Shinsou took money just so he could buy that for you…

“That is… SO ROMANTIC~!!!”

Instead of getting pissed like he thought you would be based on your tone, you chirped rather loudly and even fawned all over the gift in your hands, “Oh my GOD~! Hitoshi… it takes a real man to steal money and pick a fight with ten Santa Claus’s just so you could go home with a gift… and you did all that for me. Awww…”

You knew Shinsou wasn’t above doing naughty things but that’s what you adored about him, he had an edge to him and you loved it. In fact it was weirdly attractive and something about this whole situation and knowing your boyfriend more than likely made the naughty list was kinda turning you on…

“Really?” But Shinsou was VERY surprised and VERY happy to hear that as he started to blush and bashfully grin, “Oh w-well… yeah I would… do that all again for you if I had to.” He shyly admitted, although he had to admit he took a twisted delight in running from all those very angry Santa’s. It was kinda hilarious the more he thought about it…

Not like he was going to get in any major trouble either, after all, he wasn’t Bakugo or anything, not many people knew he was despite his performance at the Sports Festival.

“Awww… God I love you…” You beamed as you lovingly hugged him, still holding your gift in one hand, “It’s the best gift I’ve ever gotten! God he’s adorable…” Giggling, you hugged him a little tighter as your boyfriend gave a soft smile and hugged you back.

“I love you too.” He whispered quietly back to you, sighing heavily in relief that his efforts were good and that he fought for a good cause. You.

However, now it was YOUR turn to give him HIS gift, “Aaaaaand here is your gift~!” As you pulled away you gave him the box that was not-so wonderfully wrapped but Shinsou still smiled as he accepted it and opened it up with a slightly amused smile. He hasn’t gotten presents since he was like 10 years old. Mostly because he tried to act all cool to his mom and dad that he was ‘too old’ to get Christmas presents.

But this gift really shook him as his eyes went SLIGHTLY wide but the excitement was all on his shocked face when he saw it. An actual Black Parade jacket, just like the one Gerard Way wore in his music videos…

He couldn’t even speak he was so shook, and that made you increasingly nervous as your smile turned shaky. “Um… do you… like it…?” Oh my God he hated it didn’t he…?

“No…” Shinsou replied to you quickly and you could feel yourself sweating already until he said, “I love it.” Even through his excitement he gave you a soft, tender smile as you gasped and grinned widely with a big squeal.

“OH! OH GOOD!!” Oh Thank God you were so excited you jumped a little bit as he looked so marveled and excited to put this on. He was probably going to sleep in this…

“Wow… the buttons and everything.” He couldn’t help but examine how cool this looked, it was stylish and wicked as hell just like Gerard Way. “Just like Gerard wore it…” He then put it up to size himself up, and it was definitely a good fit based on what he saw.

You blushed quite madly with a shy smile, “It’s our favorite… I knew you would like it, I know my boyfriend…” You said with a smidge of confidence as Shinsou’s smile turned into a smirk.

“You knew I’d like it? Then why did you look so nervous?” He had to tease you a little bit and it just made you blush even more as you pouted, “Well…! You’re my boyfriend! I have to get you something I think you’d like…! Let me have this…! I had to kick three guys AND girls in the junk just to get this because I saw it first but they tried to take it anyway... Used my puppet-body quirk and everything...” You whined just a little bit as Shinsou chuckled and put his arm around you.

“Well you weren’t wrong. I do like it, no, I love it.... but knowing that you also broke a few laws just to get it for me... makes me love it even more... my naughty girl~.” He repeated what he had said as you smiled at him once more, “And I love what you got me too my naughty little Christmas elf~.” As you blushed with a warm smile as he grew rather flustered by your embarrassingly affectionate but sweet name as you and he shared a small little kiss in the comfort of your rooms.

“Happy Holidays (Y/N).”

“Happy Holidays Hitoshi~.”

The two of you said rather affectionately before you both decided to get out of your room to join the rest of the party. Especially since the Bakusquad (except Bakugo himself of course) had agreed to sing some Holiday songs with you.

All the while Shinsou had put on that jacket since it easily became his new favorite thing right now, and of course he caught some eyes from fans like Tokoyami, Jirou and Aoyama. “So soft…” And Shinsou was nice enough to let Tokoyami touch the hems of his sleeve, all the while looking very proud of it as he watched you sing along with Kirishima, Sero, Kaminari and Sero.

It's a wonderful feeling (hey, yeah, yeah) Feel the love in the room From the floor to the ceiling It's that time of year Christmas time is here

And with the blessings from above God sends you his love And everything's okay~

Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays Oh yeah Merry Christmas Merry Christmas Happy Holidays~.

You were smiling the whole time as you sung with your friends as Shinsou for once got into it and put his arm around you.

He wasn’t the most festive guy in the world but it felt more like the holidays with you in his life as you nuzzled into his shoulder as he wore that Black Parade jacket and you were still carrying your little Gerard Way Funko Pop.

“I know I said this already but... Happy Holidays Hitoshi.. I love you.” You whispered that last part to your sweet boyfriend who warmly blushed and smiled at you.

“And I’ve said this already too but Happy Holidays to you too (Y/N)... and I love you too.” Shinsou whispered the same words back to you while you and he held each other and listened to the music, still wearing and holding onto each other’s gifts the whole time.

MERRY CHRISTMAS TUMBLR!!!

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all-things-fic · 6 years ago

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Masterlist

Finally got my shit together and created a masterlist! Not to be that bitch but please don’t repost my writing anywhere without my permission! Any requests or feedback are always welcomed, just hit up my ask box!

Any fics that feature an asterisk (*) denote smut. Click on each bolded title to read said fic. Fics start from oldest to newest (the newest piece of writing will always be at the bottom, including under blurbs)

One Shots

Practicing (*)

This is Dad!Harry in Cabo being super soft - albeit slightly tipsy - with Y/N discussing trying for a baby and celebrating James’ birthday.

***

The two of you glowed while looking at each other, Harry trying to do away with his large smile as he bit into his bottom lip. You raised your eyebrows at him, goading him in a playful manner to give into his softness.

The next words he spoke caused a shiver to run through you. His hand clammy on your back as he subconsciously showed his nerves. “Can’t wait to have a couple of little ones runnin’ around.”

“How many do you want?”

You were surprised at how you were playing into the conversation. The question so easily rolling off your tongue.

“I’d have loads, love,” he chuckled, eyes crinkling at the corners. “But it’s not me whose gonna give birth is it? S’on you that one.”

***

Make Amends (*)

This is Husband!Harry (with a slight (and by slight I mean minute) feat. of Dad!Harry) not knowing where he has gone wrong with the missus and then doing his very best to sort his shit out.

***

“What are you doing here, H?” You asked, eyes still down on the paper.

“I’m fighting for you.”

His words made you snap your neck up at him. How easily he’d said them matched his stance, two hands resting on the counter of the island opposite you, arms spread making his shoulders hunched but broad nonetheless.

As he held your gaze firmly with his, you felt yourself break. Those words caused your chest to heave, your bottom lip trembling lightly before you pressed you lips together hard.

“Tha’ okay?” He asked, looking at you with an intense but soft stare. You lightly nodded, not knowing if he caught it, not knowing why it was always so easy. The tilt in his lips however, let you know he did. Let you know that it was easy just because it should be, because it was him. His green eyes looked alive again for the first time in forever as his intense stare became softer.

***

All Settled In (*)

This is Husband!Harry eating chips off the floor of his newly bought house with Y/N, discussing renovations and just simply enjoying his new wife.

***

He looked over at you, his face falling slightly as he saw the emotion behind your eyes. “Wha’? Wha is it?”

You stayed silent, swallowing thickly. Trying to contain your emotion. After all you felt as if you were being silly.

“Please don’t tell me you’ve changed your mind on the colour of the walls again?” He pleaded.

You shook your head over at him.

“Then wha’ is it?” He asked with more concern this time.

Swallowing again, you spoke with a croaky tone, “This is really it? This is our forever home.

From your words you watched a lopsided smile tilt up onto his lips, his hand brushing his now slightly damp hair away from his face. He walked towards you with this warm and glow-y expression, causing you to blush and slowly smile back at him.

“It bloody better be, it’s cost me an arm and a leg,” he joked, reaching out to pull you towards him, before he hooked his arms behind your back and attacked your neck with kisses which were accompanied by obnoxious growls, trying to lighten the mood.

***

Underneath The Tree (*)

This is boyfriend!Harry decorating his house with his girlfriend and trying so very hard to get her to move in with him.

***

Halfway through, you felt something being placed onto your head causing you to sharply turn around and be met with the sparkling green eyes of your boyfriend. You fought the smile from your lips as you took him in. A black Santa hat covered his longer hair and sat firmly on his head. It read ‘bah humbug’.

“Suits you,” you commented, watching him scrunch his face up at your flippant comment. “Dare I ask what you’ve just added to my head.”

“Have a feel-“

“Do I want to?”

“Dunno, do you?” His dimple dented his left cheek, eyes shiny as he raised his eyebrows. Just the once, but more than enough to emphasise his questioning.

“H-“ you slapped the top of his arm with the back of your hand.

“Hey, hey, less of tha’,” he started. “Bloody minds in the gutter again.”

“Who said it was ever out?”

***

Need Your Love So Bad (*)

This is husband!Harry not able to keep his hands to himself while he watches you be far too domestic for your own good.

***

“Y’want me to shag you?” he pressed forward with a gentle rock, his kisses moving down your jaw as you closed your eyes. “’Aven’t shagged your properly since I got ‘ome, wha’ kinda husband does that make me, ‘ey?” he breathed against the shell of your ear, lips brushing the skin.

“The shit kind,” you joke, Harry playfully jostling your hips with his hands before you squealed, laughing lightly as he manoeuvred you so your body was bent forward, cheek pressed against the black granite of your utility room, stomach pressed awkwardly against the front of your washing machine.

***

Cavalcami (*)

This is newly wed Harry in Italy turning his hand to learning Italian, unable to keep his hands to himself and you loving every second of being Mrs Styles.

***

“Got a quite tan line here,” you joked, with a soft smile after you let your eyes linger on his fingers. You felt proud of the way his wedding ring had already made itself known onto his skin subconsciously.

“So have you,” he relayed, toying with the strap of your maxi dress. You looked at him, knocking your eyes back to his, enjoying the way his hand slid so slowly from your shoulder to cup the back of your neck and his eyes followed his fingers.

He guided his lips to yours and passionately enveloped his lips over your top lip, softly pulling away after he left the sponging kiss knowing he could get heated as his warm breath mixed with yours. “Gonna show me your other white bits,” he breathed, taking on his lower register as you rocked yourself closer to him. “Or ‘ave I gotta find ‘em all by m’self.”

***

Head Over Heels (*)

This is Met Gala Harry prancing around naked in his heels that rival your own, and you willingly getting on your knees due to the sight before you.

***

“Awfully confident for a man whose wearing a blouse and heels that match the length of his girlfriends.” You saw the way his eyes lit up as he rolled his head further back on his neck to look at you. Ring clad hands pushed deep inside the pockets of his trousers as he pressed his groin forwards into nothing but thin air.

Standing dick first, he smirked, slowly. “You and I both know that my length matches nothing you’ve ever come across before in your life.”

You held his gaze. “S’why I’m still around.”

His head dropped back as he barked a laugh at your retort, eyes crinkling as they looked up to the ceiling for your hotel suite. Christ, I love you,” he sighed as his laughter died down.

***

With This Ring (*)

This is Wedding Harry basking in marriage under the heat of the Italian sun and managing to get you to take a dirty picture for him.

***

“Your wife is waiting,” you teased with a slight command, watching the way he slowly turned his head to look at you. He eyed you for a while, enjoying the demanding expression you had chosen to wear.

“Alright,” he stressed, voice high pitched, tilting his head as he kept eye contact. Knowing that it would kill the illusion, you bit your bottom lip, trying to hide away the smile that you hadn’t been able to take off your lips since the minute you had become Mrs Styles.

“I’m bloody comin’, didn’t realise you were this impatient, wouldn’t have married yer ‘f I had!” he joked, walking around the back of the car, your friends and family laughing resoundingly at him.

***

Mistletoe Jam (*)

This is Husband Harry at Christmas revealling a kink you didn’t know before now.

***

“Probably got a thing for one of the elves. Husband’s let himself go a bit-“

“Santa or me?” He chuckled.

You smiled against the lip of your champagne flute, eyes moving upwards to see the profile of your husband’s face as he stopped all washing up to look at you. “All I’m saying is maybe only leave one mince pie out for Santa this year when you’re helping the kids set up the plate.”

“Look, Santa is a strapping lad,” he spoke with conviction. “He can’t help it, if Mrs Claus is a feeder.”

“I am not a feeder, Harry,” you laughed, throwing the tea towel back at him.

“Darling, I don’t know what kind of role play you’re into but maybe this is something we should pick up after we’ve put the kids to bed.”

***

Forbidden Fruit (*)

Sickenly sweet flirty morning conversation over breakfast under the Malibu sun with your fiance, what more could you ask for?

***

Swallowing, you lifted your eyes and caught Harry watching you. He sat, lounged back in his seat, eyes devouring you over the heart shaped tinted lenses that he had chosen to wear.

“Look at you sitting over there all heart eyes for me.”

His lips, pressed tightly together, spluttered out a laugh. “Christ almighty,” he whispered in exasperation, closing his eyes and letting his head drop back so he could look up to the cloudless, blue sky. “‘S worse than one of mine tha’ is-“

“Pretty sure that is one of yours,” you chortled in response, watching him raise his eyebrows, as he leaned forward again. This time he took a swipe at two of the chopped strawberries. The closest fruit to him.

***

Spoilin’ for a Fight (*)

Sometimes Harry just likes to push your buttons, today wasn’t any exception.

***

“You’re not going out in that, are you?”

“‘S there a problem ‘f I am?”

A charged pause.

Harry’s remark was shot out instantly, on yours as fast as a predator was on their prey.

Inhaling deeply through your nose, you looked back at him through the mirror. A slant to his lips as he waited once more.

Gentle raise of his eyebrows. Faint but definitely there. Goading. Knowing you would be so aware of every moment, every twitch with your eye for detail. His eyes shone in a way that he was daring you.

Oh, he was spoiling for a fight. Most definitely.

***

Series

Divorce Harry

Divorce Harry - When it all becomes too much and you get something off your chest. Divorce Harry II - When you’re in denial and realise it’s harder to run than it is to fight. Divorce Harry III - When your car goes against your and decides you need to come face to face with the man you’re divorcing (this is a scene that is mentioned in part two, but it set during the time of part two)

Quarantine Harry

Quarntine Begins At Home - When you and your new husband are forced to come to a stop and bunker down Stay Still - When you realise you’ve never wanted anything more but the timing couldn’t be any worse

Blurbs

On Your Doorstep - Harry returns home to surprise you In Front of the Fire - Reminscing over white wine during a difficult time Skye in Scotland - An indulgant blurb of Harry in Scotland that will turn into a one shot once I get my act together. First Kisses - Soft first date with even softer kisses. Gimme a Taste - When Harry’s starving for you Shit Talking - Even Harry loves a good bitch every now an again Comforting Kisses - When Harry receives some news and seeks the arms of someone he knows After Sex Kisses - Basking in each when you’re reunited and its boiling hot Easter Sunday - Family days with the Styles’

#masterlist #this is a massive work in progress btw

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savage-rhi · 5 years ago

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Hi! 👋 I was wondering... Whenever you got some time and inspiration to spare, could you write some pre-Death Stranding HiggsxFragile fluff, please? 🤗💕 I would love to read your interpretation of their pre-game relationship!

Well hello! One fluffy before Higgs was a bitch fic coming right up for you beautiful person! :D

Fragile sighed upon finishing up her logs for the day. Ever since the merger between her business and Higgs’s, she had been busy updating clientele and figuring out terminal coordinates. The expansion was messy, but so far it had been well worth the effort. Fragile had to give Higgs credit, even though he was chaotic in how he handled his end of things, he knew how to appease others into joining the cause. They already had another fifty clients outside of the West Coast wanting to join Fragile Express and Pharoh Hounds respectively when it came to getting their deliveries courtesy of Higgs playing up the businesses.

“You still slaving over that stuff?” Higgs asked as he came up behind Fragile, looking over her shoulder and at the numbers. She was used to him sneaking up when working at this point, but her body did flex a small jump.

“You haven’t been keeping up, so one of us has to do it.” Fragile said as a matter of fact while Higgs smirked and chuckled. He took a seat next to Fragile after pulling up a chair and sighed, stretching his arms and giving a yawn. Higgs had been working delivery routes for the last week and training newbies. As much as he hid behind his enthusiasm, Fragile could tell he was exhausted.

“Maybe you’re the one that needs a break. You look like shit.” Fragile commented as Higgs shook his head.

“I feel like shit. I think both of us have been working too hard. C’mon, let's go relax for a while.” Higgs offered as Fragile sighed.

“I can’t. This needs to get finished. We have so many new clients popping up that the system needs to be updated or our porters are going to have a hell of a time keeping up.”

Fragile didn’t expect Higgs to get up then and close off the computer. He shrugged and looked at her playfully, feigning innocence the entire time.

“I insist. You’re a workaholic like me, and as much as I appreciate that, you need to take it easy on yourself. I got us some food. I promise I’ll let you get back to work after we eat, sound fair?”

Fragile made a bit of a face, crossing her arms. As much as she appreciated how dedicated to the businesses Higgs could be, she wasn’t used to how he sometimes acted childishly. Him turning off the computer being one of the many things he was notorious for when he wanted situations to go his way.

“Lead the way.” Fragile said somewhat sarcastically, getting a small grin to rise from Higgs’s mouth before he ventured out into the delivery terminal. Fragile followed behind him, occasionally making quick chat with some of their employees passing by while they ventured to the main office the two of them shared.

Higgs opened up the door for Fragile, gesturing for her to go in first. The smell of fresh pizza with everything on top invaded Fragile’s nostrils as she sighed. She didn’t care for pizza like Higgs did, but having not eaten in a few hours, she was getting hungry. Fragile took a seat, Higgs sitting across from her at their work desk while he opened up the box and started putting slices on napkins for the two of them. Fragile murmured thanks under her breath and then started eating.

They both ate in silence for a time until Higgs piped up after getting a string of cheese to stop dangling from his mouth. “Can I ask you something personal?”

Fragile was taken aback, but she shrugged. “We’re business partners now. I don’t see why not.”

“If you could have done anything else besides running your daddy’s business, what would it be?”

“Almost sounds like you’re trying to get me to quit so you can have both ends.”

Higgs chuckled. “Quite the contrary. I know you’re smart and ambitious. It amazes me you put all your talent into a backbreaking industry, thankless work and all that.”

Fragile smiled a bit at his compliments. Higgs had a way with words, making you feel good about yourself despite feeling the opposite. It was a quality he showed when dealing with employees and their mess-ups. He was rough when he had to be, but always soothed his disciplinary actions over by reaffirming the good said person had in them. Fragile loved that he was a good teacher, her porters had been improving since he took on the mantle of instruction.

“I could ask the same thing about you.” Fragile started, earning a smile from Higgs as his face flushed before she continued. “I probably would have worked with the UCA and their expansion explorations, try to find more people out there living alone and help them connect again. I couldn’t imagine leaving this place behind though. I enjoy the freedoms too much.”

“If you joined the UCA, you might as well be trading your life in to be their puppet,” Higgs said as a matter of fact, sighing as he finished the last bit of his pizza. “While it's admirable what they’re doing, America isn’t the same anymore. People have their own ways of doing things. Forcing everyone to come together again isn’t right.”

“I didn’t realize we were going to be discussing politics over lunch,” Fragile said playfully and Higgs sheepishly laughed while rubbing the back of his neck.

“My apologies. I don’t mean to get worked up. Where I was going with this, is that you and me are already doing what the UCA is struggling to accomplish. We’re bringing people together on their own terms. I gotta say that’s pretty damn admirable. I can’t believe we’re pulling it off. If the numbers are right, Fragile Express and Pharoh Hounds will have Bridges and the UCA outnumbered in less than a year in the West. That’s thousands of people all connected because of us two. ”

Higgs paused for a moment, his eyes meeting with Fragile’s as he looked at her, admiration in his gaze for his business partner.

“I couldn’t have done this without you.” Higgs said truthfully as Fragile smiled sincerely.

“I think you’re giving me too much credit.” Fragile said.

“No, I don’t think you get enough. You took a risk with my merger idea, but you stepped up and did it anyway. You have more balls than I do.”

They both laughed quietly together and then went back to eating in mutual silence. After a while, Fragile sighed in relief feeling full. If she didn’t have so much work to do, having a nap sounded good after the quick lunch. She got up soon after, Higgs furrowing his brows as he watched her head for the door.

“Where you goin’?” He asked as Fragile turned her attention back towards him then gestured to outside.

“I still need to finish up cataloging new clients.” Fragile explained as Higgs got up and calmly walked over to her. He could tell she was tired, probably just as much as he was from working grueling hours this last week.

“I can handle this. Why don’t you rest?” Higgs offered as Fragile was already trying to comb through her mind as to how to counter the offer. She was having a hard time turning him down, however.

“Are you certain?” Fragile asked, looking over Higgs’s gaze as he hummed and nodded.

“S’not fair I’ve been leaving you to do all the paperwork lately.” Higgs insisted and shrugged.

“If you think you can handle it, I won’t stop you.” Fragile said jokingly, relief in her features that she had one less thing to worry about for the day. Higgs smiled big soon after that and his throat bobbed a little. Fragile could have sworn he looked nervous about something. She was taken aback when Higgs leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, giving her a wink before he left the office and went back to work.

Fragile froze, feeling heat radiate against her cheeks. She bit her bottom lip, taking in a deep breath while replaying what just happened back in her mind. She had to admit there had been some tension between Higgs and her since they merged, but the kiss was unexpected. Nonetheless, it was more than welcomed. Fragile never considered herself attractive. She knew she was pretty, but at best average. She allowed herself to smile proudly before gaining composure and decided to work on a smaller task within the business.

Work always came first for Fragile, professionalism being something she prided herself on, but she was hoping at some point Higgs would do that again even if it was out of friendship.

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tuesdayhatersammylovermishamigo · 5 years ago

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Dean's drunk, Cas's high, Sam's both.

It's three hours into Sam's twenty-first birthday, and the three of them are sitting on the floor in a circle - or a fucking triangle, excuse me - with alcohol, cigarettes, and all their issues in front of them, like they're ready to give in.

Like they're celebrating not having given up.

"Wasn't even s'posed'a make it." Sam lets out, the eyes he rests on his brother and best friend, lidded and bloodshot. "I was so fucking sure I'd have killed myself by now." He has all his weight propped against one hand, palm pressed to the floor, and his legs are crossed distractedly at the calves. He's wearing a godforsaken graphic tee, which is too goddamn short-sleeved, making his biceps even more prominent under the weight of the rest of him.

There's a whiskey glass full of vodka in his other hand.

"As if I'd fucking let you." Dean barks, from his left. He's leaning against the wall, with his knees casually drawn up and just his heels on the ground, and he's got one hand holding his head, and the other, a beer bottle.

"It's my life." Sam hisses at him, glaring.

"Yeah, well, up yours." Dean growls back, and that might have made almost no sense at all, but Sam seethes instead of scoffing at him.

"Do either of you want to kill yourselves tonight?" Cas asks, pulling both brothers out of their reverie. He's the only one sitting up straight, if also slumped, cross-legged with both hands gripping his ankles, in a hippie shirt and loose palazzos. There's a crazed something in his eyes, but it's grown to be common these days.

Neither Sam, nor Dean say a word, or shake their heads.

"Well, then." Cas declares, solemnly. "Let's play a game."

"So you want us to want to kill ourselves?" Dean states dryly, but there's no real bite in his voice. Cas returns his frown with a non-commital smirk.

"I'll play." Sam declares, arms crossed.

And it's his birthday, so that's how it goes.

***

"Let's make it as chick-flick-y as is possible, Sam." Cas tells him, eyes gleaming with mischief, because that's undoubtedly Dean's cue to grumble, when Sam agrees wholeheartedly. The two of them ganging up unanimously over annoying him, is the best known way of pushing all of his buttons.

But tonight, it doesn't work.

"You know what, guys? Bring it."

Maybe it's the ambience. Or maybe, it's just the goddamn alcohol.

"Or rather, I'll start." Dean adds, almost boasting. He turns to Sam unceremoniously, swatting his knee so Sam's scowling at him. "So, Sammy? Truth or truth?" It is his little brother's birthday after all.

They've done away with the dares, because none of them are in the correct state of mind to deliver reasonable dares, or turn down unreasonable ones.

"It's Sam." Sam throws back, legs resolutely stuck to the ground, as if Dean's resolve to irritate him hadn't gotten on his nerves.

Dean exaggeratedly rolls his eyes.

"The first one." Sam concedes, raising his eyebrows.

"Cool." Dean grins at him, like he's about to get really proud of himself. "This one turns out to be a real classic, Sammy." Sam makes a face at the name, but doesn't interrupt. "Who was your first real crush?"

Cas snickers from the side, mostly directed at Dean, and smirk so devastatingly Cas. "That's perfect, Dean."

"What can I say? I've got skills." Dean winks at him, and Cas holds his gaze steadily through it, which makes it relatively more awkward than it should've been. Goddamn Cas. He's going to pin the flushed cheeks to the being very, very drunk, anyways.

Sam clears his throat. It's his spotlight after all. But he looks uncomfortable, nonetheless.

That's remarkable, considering he's smoked at least three fourths as much as Cas has, and drank half the alcohol as Dean. Retaining the capacity to be mortified over something that hasn't even been said yet, is a felicitous commitment to self-loathing.

"I'm actually curious now," Dean purrs, sounding way too much like he actually means it.

Cas hums, agreeing.

"I -" Sam swallows. He looks like he's made a decision to wing it, when he clears his throat a second time, more violent, and rushes stumbling through the rest of his sentence. "It - it's just - it's Cas, okay?"

"Really?" Cas pipes up, a suaveness lining his voice, just like that. There might even have been a flirty edge to it. Sam doesn't match his stare, or even his brother's, choosing to drown his embarrassment in his half-filled vodka.

"Yeah, really?" Dean repeats, but he drags it out in an uninebriated slur. "Give us some details, man. C'mon." He nudges Sam's knee again, this time with his elbow, and Sam turns to scowl ineffectively at him.

"I was thirteen, okay?" He begins, smally. "And you were seventeen, and you were sixteen," His eyes move around the room from Dean to Cas, but don't settle on any faces. Not really. "And Cas had already been around for a couple years at that point, and he was all kinds of awesome, and it's not like I was going to do something about it, because I was just your best friend's brother, and you two were attached at the hip, or something," There's no bite in his voice. But a hint of sullenness. "But I may have lied to some classmates about Cas being my boyfriend, at some point."

"What?" Cas sounds genuinely humored.

"You were always 'round the house, anyways." Sam looks guiltily at the man, who preens a little, regardless of the fact that his absentee-father is being hinted at. "Sure, you stayed put in Dean's room, but - I don't know, okay? You were always nice to me, and helped me with projects, and just seemed really cute - and I was thirteen."

"A useless piece of information which doesn't change the fact that you were into Cas." Dean snorts, and Sam buries his face in his hand. "I mean, I kinda suspected, but your first, Sammy? That's a big deal."

"No, it isn't." Sam mutters.

"Kinda is." Cas laughs, and even the sound of it is so different from regular Cas. It's a good thing he's high - he probably won't even remember it tomorrow.

"Seriously. Screw you both."

"You sure you don't wanna get in on the Cas bit of it?" Dean teases, though he doesn't sound particularly passionate about it, so Sam just glares at him darkly before dropping the matter.

"I'll go next," Cas announces, a few minutes later. They've drank more, and smoked more, and done more questions, but nothing's been exactly striking. Until now. "Dean."

Dean waits. "Yeah?"

"Who was your last real crush?"

"You guys say real like I'm going to say Doctor Sexy and move past it," Dean complains, almost immediately.

"You could do that." Sam returns, matter-of-factly.

"Well, I'm not going to." Dean's way too past his limit to actually care. He's been drinking for at least eight years now, but sometimes he gets like this, where he might not sound drunk, but internally, he's wrecked. It makes him loose-lipped, on a good day.

"So?"

"S'you." Dean turns to Cas, and there's no shit-eating grin playing on his face or anything. Sam does a doubletake, at the side, but toned down enough for Dean not to look away from Cas's eyes.

"You had a crush on - me?" Cas purses his lips.

Dean raises his eyebrows, almost defiantly. But it's a yes. Just as though he's asking if Cas has a problem with it.

And truth be told, Cas really doesn't look like he does. Sure, his eyes are flitting in Sam's direction more than required, but he doesn't seem entirely put off by the idea in any case.

"And you tried to give me crap, when you're into him too." Sam cuts in, solely to Dean, his voice a little harsh. "Jerk."

"Thirteen, bitch." Dean doesn't give up without a fight. "You were thirteen when you were into him."

"I thought that wasn't relevant." Sam paraphrases Dean's own words.

"Of course it is!" Dean puts his beer down on the floor, and straightens. "Being a teenager and in love with my best friend is always going to be something I laugh at."

"Well, I'm not a teenager anymore." Sam grits his teeth, and there's something hidden behind his words, which entirely escapes Dean, and pretty much escapes Sam too, but doesn't get past Cas.

"We know." Cas interjects, having been quiet for too long. Even in the perturbed surroundings, he's smiling easily - a little, like he's not doing it on purpose, like he couldn't rein it in if he even tried, so he's given up trying. Or some other meditation, nirvana, or inner happiness crap. "You're twenty one, which is why we're here. Which is why we're playing. Which is why it's my turn now, and you two are not allowed to fight."

They weren't fighting, Dean's going to say, but Sam's turned all his attention towards Cas now, his body language changed, and Dean all but does the same, minus the heart-eyes.

He's hoping, anyways.

"What do we ask you?" Sam wonders aloud, biting his lip, and inadvertently relishes the way Cas's eyes follow it.

"Yeah, we're done with firsts and lasts." Dean snorts. "Want to choose a favorite real middle?"

"Fuck you." Cas smiles at Dean, serenely, and it's beautiful.

"Wait, I know what to ask." Sam interrupts, eyes wide.

"He's channelling his inner thirteen year old." Dean mutters, quiet enough that none of them pays attention to it.

Cas just turns to Sam.

"What's the last big thing you learned about yourself?"

The corner of Cas's lip curls. He doesn't beat around the bush, like either of the Winchesters, because he's Cas, and those are the little things which make him perfect.

"I'm polyamorous." He declares, in under twenty seconds of pondering, a lot of which was spent looking at both - the fascinating curl of Dean's eyelashes when he looked at Cas, and Sam's abused lower lip.

"Oh." Dean utters, and Sam's mouth forms as if going to repeat the same.

But apparently, Cas isn't done. "Ah, I don't think that's fair. That was last Thursday. I learned something big tonight, too."

Sam licks his lips, and Dean stares at him hungrily. "And what's that?"

"I may be ineffably, unexplainably, and irrevocably in love with the both of you?"

Both Winchesters can't do anything but gawk.

"And it might be a mutual thing." He adds, a little unsure, yet a little smug, and his eyes blatantly drag across the room to span the both of them, and along both their forms, until he's startled by sudden movement.

Sam moves first, jerking hurriedly until he's in Cas's space, and then somehow he's gotten a hand on his hip and the other slung loosely around his neck while he dips in to kiss him, and Cas groans as he returns as passionately as he gets. There's a shuffle of fabric and glass hitting the ground but not shattering, when Dean growls and joins them, pressing his own lips to Cas's neck, hand on his other hip, and starts to drag his mouth filthily along his jaw.

"Dean," Cas heaves, craning his neck so Dean can pepper more kisses, more conveniently, to his neck and shoulders, since Sam's already unbuttoned his shirt enough for Dean to push it past his shoulder. And the head tilt makes it easier for him to moan into Sam's mouth, desperate, and wonderful. "Sam!"

"You're so fucking perfect, Cas," Sam grunts, almost as if it hurts, when he pulls away for breath. "So perfect for us."

Tending to his own agenda as he trails down Cas's sternum, Dean agrees enthusiastically. "And to hell with may - fucking hell with might." He hooks his fingers in Castiel's waistband, and pulls, whilst Sam grabs into Cas's face with both his hands, and kisses him breathless like it's going out of style. "We love you."

"And you love us too."

***

They get off the floor eventually, and should have been trying to make it to the bed, but end up losing it, the moment they're in the bedroom. Sam ends up fucking Cas, slow, and to Cas repeatedly moaning out names and praise and curses, and everything, and he does it right against Dean instead of a wall, so basically Sam gets to take Cas apart, and Cas comes apart writhing against Dean and clinging onto him because his knees gave up a long time ago.

They climax almost at the same time, with Sam coming first, thrusting erratically through it, and then Dean and Cas tieing up for a close second, with Dean's hands wrapped around both of their cocks, and a mixture of blasphemous curses and their lovers' names on all of their breaths.

Later, they fall in bed together, entwined. It's unclear who cuddles who, and it doesn't really matter because everyone is warm and comfortable and satisfied, but in the morning, Sam wakes up as middle spoon.

I mean, it is his birthday, after all.

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shirorozutriea · 5 years ago

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Ways of getting Jealous in a Gay Way

Hope you guys like this one. Day 4: Jealous

At the Rose-Xiao Long residence, there sat an heiress typing on her computer. Her eyebrows knitted together, and her eyes seems to narrow at the screen, minus the part where she is actually wearing glasses and is actually glaring at the screen.

The door suddenly opened, revealing Ruby Rose in a black t-shirt and grey pants, bare footed, carrying a cup of coffee.

“Hey, Weiss. How are you?” Said Ruby, placing the cup near the alabaster girl.

“Aren't you supposed to be with Penny?” Spat Weiss as she continuously glare at the screen, aggressively typing her report.

Ruby blinked before smiling slyly. She sat near the girl and began playing with the latter's hair.

“Is my princess jealous?” Asked Ruby.

Weiss scoffed. “Me? Jealous? No, why would you think that?”

“Because, you've been glaring at the computer typing “I'm going to kill Penny.”.” Smiled Ruby.

True to her words, it seems that Weiss wasn't writing a report and had gone proceeding to silently planning to murder Penny Polendina, ironically her girlfriend's ex who still like her.

“Schnee’s don’t get jealous.” Gritted Weiss, taking a deep breath.

Ruby leaned in and kissed Weiss’s ear.

“Well, there's first in everything.” Whispered Ruby, gently nibbling at the latter's ear.

Weiss bit back a moan. “That's unfair, Ruby Rose.”

“All is fair in love and war.” Smiled Ruby, seductively.

“You are so going to be the death of me.” Said Weiss, chuckling before kissing her lover full in the lips.

Ruby cut off the kiss and kissed Weiss’ nose. “Now, tell me why are you jealous?”

“I'm not.” Grunted Weiss. “I don't get jealous.”

“Are you really?” Grinned Ruby. “I specifically remembered when Cardin somehow get a little interested in me and tried to hit on me. The keyword is “tried”.”

***

At Beacon Academy, all students are chatting and laughing all around the cafeteria. All talks varying from soul mates to exam results and to utter misfortune and many more.

Everything and everywhere is rowdy, shouting here, shouting there. Plates and utensils clanking here and there. You can tell everyone is busy, including our resident jock and bully, Cardin Winchester.

His group are all around him, his trusted three musketeers are following him. People are looking at them, curious and in wonder.

Why, is Cardin Mcfucking Winchester is carrying roses and chocolates on a late February?

The answer is pretty surprising.

“Hey, Cardin. Whose this flowers and chocolates for?”

Cardin grinned and brushed his hair. “To a wonderful woman.”

“Weiss Schnee?”

Cardin scoffed. “That bitch is just as scary as Glynda, no.”

Cardin sighed and closed his eyes and spoke in a dramatic way.

“I am talking about the wonderful and oh so gorgeous rose.” Stated Cardin.

All eyes on him.

“Ruby Rose?!” They chorused.

Cardin blinked in confusion. “Why?”

All eyes averted and shook their heads.

“Well, good luck then. You'll really, really, REALLY, need it.”

Cardin nodded and proceed to the table of our resident popular group, RWBY and JNPR. He saw Ruby eating with the rest of her friends. He approached the girl and tapped her shoulder.

“Hello, Ruby.” Grinned Cardin, shyly. “Here, roses and chocolates. Hope you liked it.”

Ruby blinked in shock and the rest had their jaw dropped.

Ruby took the gifts. “T-thanks..”

Cardin scratched the back of his neck. “So, would you like to, hang sometimes?”

The question baffled the whole group and stared at Cardin, then the others looked at Ruby, then at Yang, and then lastly, at Weiss.

“Why?” Asked Ruby, still in the stage of shock.

“Well… the usual. Guy and gal.. hang.. date… yeah.” Shrugged Cardin, averting his eyes.

Ruby stared at Cardin. She then looked at Weiss, who looked livid. She gulped at the sight and looked back at Cardin.

“Sorry pal, can't do. You see, it's not just because you're a bully. But the fact that you are a guy, gives a zero romantic impression to me. Sorry.” Apologized Ruby.

Cardin blinked.

“O-oh… okay.” Cardin sniffled. “Well, hope your day is good. And sorry for bothering you.”

“That's okay, buddy.”

Cardin left crestfallen. Ruby sighed and looked at Weiss. Her eyes bore holes towards Cardin’s back, her jaw clenched as well as her fist.

“W-Weiss?” Called Ruby. Weiss looked at her with menacing eyes, making Ruby flinch.

Upon seeing Ruby flinch at her gaze, her gaze soften a little bit and spoke.

“Ruby Rose. You're mine and mine only. Got it?” Snarled Weiss.

Ruby smiled and nodded.

“I'm always yours, Weiss. Nothing can change that.” Said Ruby, giving Weiss a peck on the lips. “Now, let's just continue eating.”

***

“I don't remember that.” Said Weiss, feigning ignorance.

Ruby giggled and pinched her cheeks.

“I could vouch that that actually happened.” Vouched Ruby. “I could ask Yang if you want.”

“Humph. Fine, I do get jealous. But not as jealous as you.” Smirked Weiss. Ruby stiffed at the statement and laughed nervously.

“Me? Psh, nah! When?” Asked Ruby, looking concern.

“Just a couple of months, before we actually managed to tell the rest about our relationship.”

***

“Is anyone ready for the upcoming exams?” Asked Pyrrha.

The blondes groaned.

“Do we have to? Could we just sit here and listen and write, instead of answering a bunch of crap lectures we won't probably remember when we graduate?”

Yang brushed her golden mane and slumped on the table with an audible groan.

“Yeah.” Mumbled Jaune. “What she said.”

“I'm surprised you aren't reacting at all, Nora.” Nudged Ruby.

“Oh, I'm dying inside alright.” Chided Nora, clawing her face in frustration.

“Hey, Weiss!”

The group looked at the one who called their friend's name(in Ruby's case, girlfriend). Their eyes met with a blue and blonde pair, with the blonde waving and the latter looking absolutely terrified, like he might piss his pants any second.

“Hello, Sun. Neptune.” They greeted.

“Sup!” Grinned Sun, making a double finger guns.

“What brings you here?” Asked Blake, her eyes narrowing.

“Nothing! Well, something.” Said Sun, rubbing the back of his neck. “Professor Goodwitch asked for us to talk to Weiss here, y’know, tutor us. Oh, and Blake too.”

“I don't mind helping you. Yang?” Said Blake, looking at Yang for permission.

“As long as no one will flirt with you, that's fine.” Said Yang, scowling. Sun whistled and grinned.

“Possessive girlfriend.” Laughed Sun. “Don't worry. I won't let anyone flirt nor touch, Blake here. I'm your best man.”

Yang grinned and fist bumped Sun. The group chuckled at their antics, with Blake slightly flushed.

“How about you, Weiss?” Asked Blake.

Weiss blinked and straighten her posture. She looked at Ruby, the latter shrugged and urged her to agree.

“Well, I suppose I could, help you, that is.” She said rather slowly, albeit a bit reluctant.

Neptune’s eyes twinkled and grinned, which didn't go unnoticed by Ruby.

“Really, snow angel?” Asked Neptune in glee.

Weiss just simply nodded and said nothing. Sun nudged Neptune.

“Can we sit with you?” Asked Sun.

“Sure, the more the merrier.” Said Yang.

“Now, onto the embarrassing stories.” Grinned Nora, Yang burst out laughing.

“That's a good idea! We all know what's Jaune’ moment.” Snickered Yang.

“Him getting caught wearing Weiss’ clothes, twirling around!!” Blurted Nora and Yang, giving each other a hi-five.

Jaune frowned at the secret information and crossed his arms.

“Ha ha, very funny.” Said Jaune, rolling his eyes.

“As much as it was funny, it was pretty disturbing to see him do that. And in my clothes nonetheless.” Stated Weiss.

The group burst out laughing.

“H-hey, Weiss.” Called Neptune.

“Yes?” Asked Weiss.

Neptune brushed his bangs and clasped his hands. “Would you like to go on a date with me this Saturday?”

The group howled and cheer, except Weiss, Yang and Blake, especially Ruby.

“You go, bro!!” Cheered Sun, whistling.

Weiss nervously laughed. “Why now?”

“What do you mean?” Asked Neptune, tilting his head.

“Why now of all times?” Pondered Weiss.

“I was looking for a time to actually tell you, but I'm too much of a coward.” Said Neptune, looking down. “I'm sorry if you have to wait for so long, Weiss.”

“Yeah, right.”

The group looked at Ruby who is playing on her phone. Ruby noticed the stares and fidget at her spot.

“What?” Asked Ruby.

“Nothing, sis. Thought you said somethin’” Blinked Yang.

“Look, Neptune. I appreciate your “effort” now, but I think we're better off as friends.” Smiled Weiss, apologetically.

“But, you said you like me. A-and you, ask me to the dance.” Persuaded Neptune.

“Neptune, that was in the past. Move on.” Apologized Weiss.

“But I like you, Weiss. No—I love you! I want to be with you. And even if everything is against us, I'll still fight for you.” Declared Neptune. “Plus, your father approves me for you, surely you can't say no, right?”

Weiss blood ran cold. Her father wants Neptune for her. He's making his move on her, trapping her again on his chains.

“Dick move, Neptune.” Snarled Ruby.

The group looked at Ruby in shock. The youngest, cussed. Oh dear.

“I repeat. Dick move, Neptune. Mentioning her father at the most shitty time of the day.” Hissed Ruby.

Neptune raised a brow. “What is it to you anyway, Rose?”

Ruby stood up and slammed her fist in the table, making everybody flinch at the sound and action.

“What is it to me? Weiss is my friend. And her father, is a bunch of bullcrap mixed together to form the shittiest, most asshole of a father extraordinaire imaginable. And don't get me started with all the bunch of shit labor he's doing to the faunus and his harassment towards his own daughters. Bullshit, I repeat, an utter fucking bullshit. He's name should be Jacque-ass.” Snapped Ruby, growling and glaring at Neptune.

Neptune gulped, then chuckled. “Something tells me it's something more. Say, are you jealous?”

Ruby's mouth clamped shut at the statement.

Neptune laughed. “So you like her, huh? What a pity. Jealous? You should be. After all, her father approves of me, not you, dyke.”

Ruby growled and grabbed his collar in anger. The group separated the two with Ruby shouting profanities at Neptune, who continue to laugh and insult her. Ruby broke free from her friend's hands.

“Shut up! You piece of scumbag! So what if I'm jealous!! I have the right to! And I don't fucking care if her father won't approve of me! Well he better shove a bunch of sticks in his ass to find my fucking care!!” Cussed Ruby, pointing at Neptune.

“Aww. A pissed dyke. Screw yourself.” Dismissed Neptune.

“Text CARE to 6666 to get a chance to win my fucking care, you piece of flowery shitty Marigold.” Grunted Ruby.

“Marigold?” Asked Weiss.

“Yeah, shitty Neptune, Marigold.” Scoffed Ruby.

“What?” Said “Neptune”.

“You may have your hair dyed, but your personality isn't.” Spat Ruby.

“So, you're the shitty Neptune flower Weiss was saying to us, huh?” Grinned Yang, punching her fist with her palm. “I so, wanna punch the hell outta ya, for harassing my friend. Guess it's payback time now, huh?”

All of Ruby and Weiss friends glared at the numbskull. Marigold gulped at the sight.

“Lemme hit him first.”

Smack!

Neptune was standing and glaring at Marigold.

“That's for stealing my identity, son of a bitch.” Said Neptune. Marigold cowered in fear then ran away from them.

“Ruby, aside from the surprise cussing. That was badass.” Cheered Sun. “Never thought you had it in you.”

Ruby sighed. “Agreed.”

“You're like, “Fuck you—urghhh!!”.” Laughed Sun. Everyone laughed alongside him.

“But wait, why are you jealous?” Asked Jaune, his eyes narrowing at Ruby, who gulped.

Ruby stared at Jaune wide eyed and looked away. “Uhh.. umm… well… ehhh..”

Ruby gave Weiss a look, asking for permission. Upon seeing the look, she sighed and nodded. Ruby smiled.

“Well.. Weiss and I have an announcement to make..” Ruby looked at everyone in their eyes and took a deep breath. “Me and Weiss are together.”

“Wait, like, together together?” Asked Nora.

“Yes. We are, indeed together. A couple you might say.” Confirmed Weiss. “Needless to say, I'm quite happy with our relationship.”

The group grinned at the information.

“Finally! After all the hint drops, you finally got it!” Cheered Nora, clapping enthusiastically.

“Indeed. We were so worried you might not end up together by the time you realized your feelings with each other.” Nodded Ren, smiling.

“I guess it's unavoidable. The looks and the smiles, you can already tell it base on those.” Grinned Jaune.

“How lovely. Congratulations, you two.” Congratulated Pyrrha.

“Way to go, sis!!” Whooped Yang, raising a fist, waving it.

“I guess you both owe me now, Sun, Neptune.” Smiled Blake, slyly, looking at the two guys.

Sun grinned and handed her lien, while Neptune shook his head smiling, also giving her lien.

Weiss looked at the three bewildered. “Did you just bet on us?”

“I wouldn't say that. They bet, but I didn't.” Smiled Blake, murmuring about books to be bought.

“Well, Weiss. Care to go on a date with me later, after class?” Winked Ruby. Weiss blushed at the action, then nodded.

“AYYYYIEEEEEEEE!!!!”

***

“Okay, you proved your point there. But I still hate that damn flower.” Scowled Ruby.

“I do also hate him. He's like, a more dumb, idiotic, and prideful version of our Neptune. Do you think their somewhat related?” Pondered Weiss.

“Not that I know about Neptune’s lineage.” Shrugged Ruby.

Ruby grinned at Weiss and nudged her. “Still jealous about Penny?”

Weiss huffed in frustration. “Most definitely. I could still see the girl liking you.”

Ruby laughed out loud.

“Don't worry, I assure you it's one-sided. Besides, I already have a wonderful girlfriend whom I would like to be called my wife soon.” Smiled Ruby, fondly.

“Are you proposing?” Smirked Weiss.

“Soon, snowflake. Soon.” Said Ruby, pressing her lips at the alabaster haired girl.

Weiss broke the kissed, smiling. “What if I proposed?”

Ruby grinned and leaned again. “I'll outrun you. I'm proposing first.”

“Deal.” Weiss smiled at the kiss.

#rwby #white rose week #wrw2019 #white rose rwby #weiss schnee #ruby rose rwby #day 4 #jealous #otp: thank me later

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marmar-97 · 5 years ago

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NSFW

Warm morning (Troy x reader smut)

Author: I've decided to do this since my thirst for Troy can't be quenched (and it never will for the rest of us *wink wink*)

*SMALL SPOILER I GUESS IF YOU HAVEN'T PLAYED BL3 YET BUT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE STORYLINE*

I don't own Troy but he certainly owns our bodies now prepare your ovaries

Him and Ty had a conversation when he slept in the room with her (in separate beds) and it'll be added in the ending.

Contains: SEXY time with rat boy Troy

Disclaimer:You and Troy get into an argument after you find out he hooked up/slept with hammerlocks sister(Aurelia) when you've asked him if he's ever slept with anyone before and he says no

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"Come onnnnn babe that happened a long time ago, even before I got with you"

You stood in front of him with your arms crossed looking down at him. "I asked if you've slept with anyone and what you told me Troy?" You say his name with a stern tone.

"I thought you meant recently, besides if I hadn't given her what she wanted she would have killed me or something. I mean, yeah she was amazing and- ah shit I shouldn't have said that... Well fuck me..."

"Ohh so it seems that I wasn't good enough this whole time, good to see who you fucking prefer. Should have dated her then maybe.

"Babe I didn't mean-" before he can finish his sentence you step away from him.

He felt guilt take over him when he realized what he had said. "Look Troy, I just, need time to think for a bit... I'm gonna sleep alone tonight. "

He sighs "fine..." That's when he walks out the room going to the bedroom he and Ty shared sometimes.

When he left you closed the door behind you and locked it then started stripping everything but your panties off (since you pretty much sleep like that every night with Troy). Thinking about it made you actually miss him holding you while sleeping with your head on his chest as you listen to his soft breathing putting you to sleep. You then shake your head trying to keep the thought from flooding your mind trying to sleep it off, which you managed to do while having 'certain' things on your mind about Troy even if you were mad at him. You two did have arguments before but they were just minor ones.

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The next morning you were still sleeping peacefully not wanting to wake up really so you decided staying in bed a bit longer wouldn't hurt. But your bladder said otherwise so you tried getting up but felt an arm around you. You froze for a bit looking at who it was, Troy. He must have found a way in your room while you were sleeping. You tried moving once again to see if he'll let you go but his grip gets a bit tighter on your waist and he murmurs "don't go" while half awake. "Troy what're you- how did you even get in here?" He opens his eyes a bit to look at you and speaks. "Well let's just say... I've gotten a bit of help from Ty." A smile forms on his lips. "Can we talk about... Last night?" That's when you sighed and looked up at the ceiling. "Fine..." When you did he gently turned your head back towards him. "No, please look at me while we talk so you know I mean everything I say." You had no choice really anyway. "Look, I know it was a mistake for what I did but it's not like she forced me to even 'do it' with her. I mean it was pretty much a life or death situation for me. It was only one time that happened. After that we never did it again. Heh,I'm gonna be honest and say that I'm actually glad she's not alive anymore cause she probably would have wanted it again." Hearing this actually made you have full trust in him a lot more now. "One thing though is that she's different from you. She didn't love me like you do or wouldn't take care of me the way you do. She pretty much was gonna use me for her pleasure, and I wouldn't want that. You don't have to worry because I'm all yours." He pulls you closer to him and you realize that he wasn't dressed at all, resting his head between your shoulder and neck. "But Troy, these 'sacrifices' you do makes me kinda-" "Jealous? That's only when we have new members, and I don't fuck them, I just bite them so they know they're a part of the COV now. But I bite you everytime because..." He starts to kiss and lick your neck slowly now "you're mine, and only I get to touch your body like this." You give in to him kissing and licking your neck just like how you imagined him doing in your dream you had last night and it seems like it was coming true, chills running up your spine. He then starts kissing you on the lips and you allow it by kissing back. While kissing he doesn't hold back by pushing his long tongue into your mouth as he grinds against you slow. You can feel him getting hard as he kept grinding against your ass. You let out low soft moans as he throat fucks you with his tongue. He starts playing with your left breast as he finally pulls his tongue out of your mouth, both of you panting for air.

"T-troy... L-let me use the bathroom first please."

He kisses you on the lips one last time before you get up to go the bathroom "hurry back, you know how I'm not very patient." He smacks your ass while you got up and went towards the bathroom. While you were in there, Troy was becoming more impatient by the second. You finally get done feeling relieved that your bladder wasn't full anymore but when you open the door you see Troy standing in the doorway. "Heh, told you I'm not patient." A smirk forms on his face as he pulls you into him kissing you again. This time the kiss was hungry indicating that he was ready to be inside you already. While kissing you he picks you up and presses you against the wall grinding against you. "It's about time to remove these, they're getting in the way." He starts pulling your panties off leaving them on the floor. He then grips your ass tight enough to not drop you and goes back to the bed. Once he gets there he lays you down getting on top of you kissing your collarbone and between your breasts. You arch your back as he licks and bites one of your nipples and using his hand playing with the other one. Your breath hitches as you let out gasps and moans. He was gentle but it's not gonna last long. Your skin already had marks on it from him biting you so much before leaving some scars since he'll drink some of your blood.

And it didn't last long as he started biting down hard on one of your breast hard earning a moan of both pain and pleasure from you. "F-fuck Troy..." He draws a bit of blood and licks the spot. "I know you're not really used to it but damn I can't help myself because your blood tastes so good." He then starts drinking some of it and pulls back looking down at you. "Mm I love seeing you like this. Oh what's this down here?" He moves his human hand down between your legs and rubs up and down your wet folds then your clit teasing you. Oh how he loved to tease you and you loved teasing him also. You start squirming as he pushes a finger inside you going back to drinking your blood once more and licking that spot once more. "Y-you tease..." You felt him pushing another finger inside you slowly thrusting them in and out of you. "Seems like someone's more excited than me." He stops licking your new wound he's made and moves his head down between your legs gripping your thighs and kissing between them. "Troy... S-stop teasing." You gasped when he bit one of your thighs as a chuckle is heard from him. "Hmm telling your god king what to do now? You're so eager."

"Mmf... I-I'm sorry..." He kisses the spot where he bit your thigh at knowing there's a bruise there now. You can hear the sound of his jaw snap as he starts opening it making his tongue come out. "Well that's enough teasing, no holding back now." He slides the full length of his tongue inside of you now and you arch your back more gripping his hair as he eats you out. You let out moans and curses under your breath as he picked up his pace gripping the bed sheets. "Troyyyy" His name rolls off your tongue as he inserts 3 human fingers inside of you while using his tongue still. The more you gasped and moaned the more he was getting excited by the second. A bit later he pulls back and takes his fingers out of you pushing them all into your mouth so you could get a taste of yourself, and boy did you taste real good like he always says. "Y'know what? You're far more amazing in bed than that ice cold bitch. I can make you wet just from one touch." You don't say anything since you can't as his fingers are still in your mouth and you lick them clean. Once you do he pulls them out your mouth and pulls you towards him as he straddles you rubbing the tip of his cock up and down your wet folds. "I would say beg but I know that's not your thing and I'm getting more impatient by the second." You feel him stopping at your entrance getting ready to enter you. And he does without warning with one hard thrust. You grip onto his wrists as he starts going at a slow pace feeling your walls clench around him. He holds your legs near your chest as his pace gets fast and hard. You grip onto his back moaning and gasping as he hits that one spot you love. He opens up his jaw once again and licks your neck biting it in the process. "Say it" he commands. "G-god king..." He really loved when you called him that while pounding your guts out. "Louder... I wanna hear you." He groans as he thrusted more faster in you. "God king" You say it loud as he pulls out and turns you over onto your stomach gripping your hips but not too hard since his robotic arm could possibly squeeze you to death. Before he enters back into you, he admires the view for a bit and chuckled.

"Man how I remember when I first seen this ass and how much I would dream of just touching it when we first met." He rubs it with one hand squeezing it then giving it a hard smack making you jolt from the contact. "And how you would get mad when I made compliments about it haha. Not my fault you've got a nice ass, it's just too nice not to say anything about it." Hearing about it made you think back to when it happened so many times before and made you wanna laugh at how corny some of his compliments were. Yet you found them cute nonetheless. It quickly got off your mind as Troy came close to your ear whispering in it. "You know that I truly love you right? I wouldn't even dare to hurt you." He licks behind your ear and biting it but not too hard. "You're mine and only mine." "Y-yes Troy."He pushes himself back into you moving at a steady pace. He lifts your hips up so he could go in you more deeper to hit that one spot. His pace started getting faster as you both moan and groan together. Skin slapping against skin and wet noises could be heard and you hope no one heard your loud moaning but you didn't care right now. Troy groans through gritted teeth as he felt himself getting real close as well. You grip the bed sheets as he kept going starting to bite you once more. You know it was his kink but little did you that he needed blood in order to survive since he'd get sick a lot. He hasn't told you that he really needed blood "Troy... Can I ask you something?" "What is it?" He slowed down a bit so you could talk. "Why do you tend to like drinking blood?" "To tell you the truth...it's not only a kink I'm in to...I actually need it in order to survive. You know... Since I get sick a lot. My immune system isn't that good and I'm not sure why. Maybe it was cause of that car I ate once." "Wait you seriously ate a car? How did you- never mind I'm not gonna ask." "Well sometimes ya gotta do what ya can do to survive." "Heh you're too cute sometimes Troy." Little did Troy know that the Siren DNA in him was tearing him apart from the inside and that he's dying. That's when you both hear Tyreen on his ECHO saying "Troy where the hell are you? You're supposed to be helping me set up for the stream later on today." He grabs it and sends her a message back saying "I'm a bit busy right now Ty, I'll be there soon don't worry." "Well whatever you're doing that's so important right now needs to be finished soon Troy." "Ugh Tyreen it's still a bit early anyway, I've got time."" Yeah yeah okay just don't bail out on me this time Troy." "Oh come on Ty since when have I ever bailed out on you? I was sick so it wasn't my fault those few times. " Listening to them go back and forth was actually really funny considering they're twins and would do it constantly. "Ugh whatever Troy just hurry up and finish pounding the crap out of your girlfriend." And then she hung up. You giggle after they were done talking. "Sorry about that, she gets impatient when it comes to setting up for our streams. Now where were we?"

#troy calypso #borderlands 3 #cov #Troy #bl3 #troy and tyreen

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thepersephonecabin · 5 years ago

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Legacy and Bullshit Mindfuckery (fic)

Summary: Luvander has two things for the Adamo’s first child: a gift and a wish.

Please see full tags and warnings AO3

Note: So... How did we get here? Well, basically, when I was writing A Very Adamo Christmas for @foxesonstilts for the @festivebastion exchange I meant to put in a short bit about a Luvander giving Laure and Adamo’s first child a very special gift, but forgot until after finishing FestiveBastion. So I told myself I was gonna write a small addition, and then my latent need to see the airmen recover after the war took over and suddenly I had a 4k+ luvander character study on my hands. And also about halfway through my if-i-dont-write-this-right-now-i-will-never-sleep craze a tiny part of my brain was like “you should make luvander a trans man for absolutely no reason” and I did and actually really liked the way it fit into the story.

So anyway, I hope you enjoy!

A day and a half following the birth of Rory Adamo, Luvander found himself on the doorstep of the Greylace Estate once again. Wrapped in one arm, he cradles a soft drawstring bag, cream in color with a light pink ribbon around the top.

He didn’t bother knocking as he shouldered his way through the doorway. Even though he still primarily lived out of the apartment above the hat shop, this place was dragon territory, and therefore as far as he was concerned, it was his home as well.

“Hello?” he called out, slipping his shoes off at the door. Maybe if he was really lucky, Rook would come in and pitch a fit about like he would in the good old days.

Balfour emerged from the lounge with a book cracked open in his hands and questioning eyes. “Oh, Luvander. It’s you.”

“It’s me,” Luvander confirmed. “Where’s the chief and his young lady love? I had something I wanted to bring to them.”

“They’re in their bedroom, I think,” Balfour said before quickly amending, “Oh, no, not like that! I think it was just time to change her.”

“Ah,” Luvander said. “How is the not-so-little tyke anyway?”

Balfour smiled and began leading him up the stairs to Laure and Owen’s room as if Luvander hadn’t been there not two days ago. “Oh, you know. She sleeps and eats and poops and cries. Lucky the three of us don’t room up in the same area of the house as Chief Sergeant and Airlady Adamo or I’m sure we’d all be knackered already.

The three of us. Luvander knew he meant the three Second Wavers outside of Laure of course. Luvander felt a sick little spark of jealousy flare up in his stomach and not for the first time at their mention before he stamped it out with the guilt of it all.

Balfour continued, “Mom and Dad are still smitten with her though. I wager that by the sixth week in they might be out of the honeymoon stage.”

“Sixth? I don’t know if I could make it to the second,” Luvander said. Of course, he was happy to have a little niece to dote on, but Luvander had never seen much draw in the idea of having a baby you couldn’t return to its rightful owners when it began to shit itself.

Balfour laughed good-naturedly, “I think Adamo’s a bit more levelheaded than you, however.”

Luvander shrugged. “Maybe so, but I’ll stick to my instinct and take you up on that bet.”

They’d reached the Adamo bedroom now, and throught the door Luvander thought he could hear the baby’s wordless vocalization (Did most newborns make this much noise when they weren’t crying or was this one just especially talkative, he wondered) paired with Laure’s laugh and the low tenor of Adamo’s voice.

Balfour turned to him, touching Luvander’s elbow softly through his coat. Balfour wasn’t wearing his gloves today, Luvander observed. Good, he thought, he shouldn’t feel like he needed to hide them, especially not here, not with family.

“Before you go in…” Balfour began, “I wanted to ask how you were doing. I know Ghislain sailed out.”

Luvander resisted the urge to grimace. He liked to tell himself he did an okay job of deflecting everyone else’s attention away from his persistent problems with loneliness. On the good days he cracked enough jokes and sarcastic witticisms to keep the people around him too entertained to notice. On the bad days he threw himself into overworking, holed up in his workroom with little sleep and becoming overly perfectionistic about whatever he was working on until he felt like tearing it all apart again. But on the best days Ghislain was home, in this place Ghislain didn’t even think of as his home, but the place Luvander was, which in Luvander’s mind designated it as Ghislain’s home nonetheless.

Balfour, however had always been the one he couldn’t fool, and it was a fact that needled at him constantly. He didn’t enjoy it when others looked past the mask he’d so carefully crafted for himself like one of his custom hats.

Not that Luvander had anyone but himself to blame for that. Balfour always suspected Luvander’s yearning for affection and attention and approval had been more than the average loneliness, but then Luvander just had to go and fuck it up even further.

It had been at least a year and a half or maybe even two when it happened. He, Raphael, Balfour, and Rook had been drinking (because of course they had) in Balfour’s room at the Greylace Estate. These rooms were a damn sight bigger and nicer than the ones in the Old Airman, a fact that Luvander could never parse out about whether he appreciated or was annoyed by. As such, Balfour had set up a couch and a few chairs to fill the space between his bed and the opposite wall. Ever since Raphael turned up again, they’d started having little get togethers one or twice a month, alternating whose place hosted.

Then Thom’d been offered a job as a professor (a real one this time) at the ‘Versity and Rook had come back to Thremedon bitching and complaining the whole way back from whatever adventure they’d been on when they received the letter. Apparently Thom had already begun writing a letter back declining the offer when Rook found out and through some well-intentioned bullying and ripping of half-finished correspondence got Thom to accept. From Luvander’s understanding, Thom had decided immediately to pass on the job in order to continue looking after his older brother, knowing that Rook had very important reasons for staying away from Thremedon. He couldn’t ask Rook to go back there, and he didn’t feel comfortable letting Rook travel alone without eventually winding up dead in a ditch from asphyxiating from his own vomit either. According to him, Rook’s mental health had markedly approved once the Dragonsoul was destroyed and th’Esar’s plans thwarted. He’d finally been able to properly grieve, Thom said, but that didn’t mean he was ready to part ways and risk Rook relapsing without him to drag him out of it.

Rook found all this out and stubbornly refused to go along with that “bullshit mindfuckery” Thom was always practicing on account of the fact that teaching at the University had always been Thom’s dream job, and he would be damned if his little brother threw it away for his sorry ass. After all, while the ‘Versity had improved in regards to letting in more students from poorer walks of life since Thom had been awarded for his work with the Airmen, the same improvement hadn’t come in regards to hiring choices. For all any of them knew, this might be the last time a mollyrat was offered a job at the Empire’s highest learning institution in a long, long time. So, back to Thremedon they came, and Luvander, Balfour and Raphael’s little survivor’s club had expanded from three to four members. (There had always been an open invitation to Adamo as well, but he only rarely took them up on it.)

So, anyway, they’d been drinking thoroughly and Luvander more thoroughly than the rest. It’d been months since Ghislain had come to port- not his fault, some jobs simply took longer than expected- and Luvander was in the pits. That said, he’d been holding it together pretty admirably that night, and it had all been fine until Rook and Raphael left. Raphael said he had Royal Guard duty the next day- it was a job offer Luvander, Ghislain and Raphael had all received from the Esarina herself after she’d almost died by her own guards that night when they’d had to rescue the Adamos. Raphael had been the only one to accept.

But so when Raphael stood up to leave and appropriate one of the Estate’s carriages Rook also decided to leave “before the Professor starts hyperventilating over me” and figured it would just be easier to go back in one carriage. It was, in sober retrospect, a suspiciously sensical thing to come out of Rook Molly’s mouth, but who knew anymore. Luvander didn’t know what kind of bullshit mindfuckery Thom had exposed that man too while they were travelling, but Rook’d been all kinds of weird since they’d come back and by “weird” Luvander meant “vaguely decent.”

The two of them took their leave and after that the details grew fuzzy, but he did remember drunkenly confessing his depression about missing Ghislain to Balfour and Balfour being nothing but supportive as understanding.

“You’re so sweet,” Luvander had told him, slurring his words and cupping the other man’s cheek. “You know that? You’ve always been so sweet, Balfour. Sometimes I wonder how someone as sweet as you got mixed up with all of us selfish ingrates. You always deserved so much better than us. Hell, if you’d never met us assholes, you’d still have your hands.”

Balfour blushed and looked away. “My hands weren’t your guys fault, and even if I don’t have them, I have my girl and all of you. Besides, I’m not so inno-“

And that had been as far as he’d gotten before Luvander launched himself into Balfour’s lap and shoved their mouths together.

Now, it’s important to note that Luvander had always been a touchy drunk. He’s sure he’d made passes at all thirteen of the other airmen more times than he could count while trashed out of his mind. He even had one absolutely disastrous incident with Adamo that had gotten a very stern talking to about appropriate relationships between a superior officer and his subordinates the next morning. Luvander had deeply respected the things Adamo said to him at the time despite the massive hangover he was fighting his way through as he said it and the urge he had to hang himself rather than have this conversation at all. That didn’t mean he hadn’t brought up the irony of it in his speech at Laure and Adamo’s wedding, though.

Which was all to say that Luvander was no stranger to make-out sessions with his friends after a few too many drinks. In fact, drunken fooling around had been the bedrock upon which his entire relationship with Ghislain was founded. Even after Luvander and Ghislain were “official” they’d kept the relationship fairly open because Luvander wasn’t the sort to abstain from sex for months at a time while his lover was at sea. It had simply come with the condition that if anything that strayed from the “casual sex” territory and into the “feelings” territory had be to discussed- Ghislain wasn’t jealous about Luvander being with other people physically, but he was jealous about having to share Luvander’s heart and overprotective at times about the idea of someone taking advantage of Luvander’s emotions.

This had been different though. This kiss with Balfour hadn’t been borne of happy delirium or playfulness like most of his less-than-sober escapades were. This had been borne of deep, deep sorrow. A desperate effort to patch a leak in a dam ready to burst. The other reason it was different was because Balfour had only had had two drinks that night, and Luvander had had at least five times that.

On the bright side, if one had to have such a mortifying experience in their lives, Luvander could think of very few people better to have it with than Balfour Vallet.

The epitome of gentlemanly behavior, Balfour had gently broken off the kiss and softly and without malice told him that they couldn’t do this, not when Luvander was so intoxicated. Luvander had nodded and understood, but then broken into wracking sobs as he blubbered about how fucking alone he felt all the time. Balfour let him cling to him like a security blanket even though Luvander was still straddling him and repeatedly assured him that he didn’t care if Luvander covered his shirt with snot and tears.

Then Luvander woke up the next morning on Balfour’s couch with a blanket draped over him. His clothes were all intact with the exception of his shoes and his binder which he had a bad habit of sleeping in and Balfour knew it. Balfour must have peeled it off once Luvander had passed out along with the boots and then buttoned Luvander’s shirt back up and even replaced his signature scarf. Both binder and boots were now neatly laid out on the coffee table with care.

There were still a few bottles of alcohol too, and ordinarily he might have been tempted to drink them. This time though, he reckoned he’d done enough damage under the influence for one day.

That was about when Balfour appeared, already dressed for the day and carrying a tray of water and coffee. “Oh, you’re awake,” he’d said, kicking the door shut behind him. He sat next to Luvander on the couch and set the tray on the table. “I hope you don’t mind that I took off your…” he said awkwardly, wringing his hands like he always did.

It took Luvander a moment to understand he was talking about the binder. “Oh. Oh no, it’s- Balfour, I know you’d never do anything to me or go further than protecting my ribs from some rather tragic pain in the morning. And it’s not anything you haven’t seen in the showers before. If anything I think when it comes to invasions of peoples’ personal boundaries, I should be the one apologizing to you right now. What happened last night… the way I just went after like that was unconscionable and I promise it will never happen again. In fact, I wouldn’t blame you in the slightest if you never wanted to see me again.”

Balfour looked shocked. “Of course, I don’t want that. What happened last night wasn’t ideal, obviously, but you were plastered and having a rough day. I get it.”

Luvander could’ve both laughed and cry at that. “But it wasn’t just a bad day. It was… Bal, I think I have a problem.” He could practically feel the bile coming up just from saying those words out loud, but he told himself that if there was ever the time to admit it to anyone, this was it so he continued: “I think maybe I always had. Even before Xi’an it was like this, just not as intense or constant. I don’t know how to be alone. I don’t know how to feel unimportant or like I’m not the center of attention without letting it control me. When there were fourteen of us I could ignore it, right? Because there was always someone around, but now…” He wiped away tears with his scarf and adjusted it anxiously. “And, like, the way this place just fucking tossed all of us out like yesterday’s trash the second they didn’t need us anymore and that blasted medal ceremony was over didn’t exactly help.”

Balfour nodded slowly. “I think I know the feeling or at least a fraction of it. I felt so isolated and broken at the end of the war, but even before that I… well, I suppose I always felt like I was second to Amery.”

Luvander felt another pang of guilt. None of them had been sure how to react when Balfour replaced his brother in the Corps, but Rook more than anyone. Before Amery died he’d been the one of them that Rook was closest to, so Balfour’s presence was anything but welcome to him. So, whenever Rook had a problem, Balfour was usually who he took it out on. And Luvander had always just let him. Because sometimes crossing Rook was like crossing god in that house, but it didn’t excuse how cowardly he’d been.

“Got feminine parts between his legs, airman’s honor.”

That’s what Rook had said about Balfour when he’d tried to be kind to Thom that first day when the Professor had them do introductions. Even then, Luvander, the real one with “feminine parts” among them was sitting right there, and he hadn’t said shit to stop Rook.

(Luvander had always felt Rook didn’t mind trans men as much as he minded trans women. Something about the way trying to be more masculine was seen as noble, while trying to be more feminine made you a Mary in a world where women were always seen as lesser. But he also felt like Rook’s somewhat backwards and begrudging acceptance of Luvander’s presence was conditional, like it was something that he was able to revoke at the barest hint of insubordination. Luvander was tolerated as long as he fought well and shut up and was cruel like him, but that didn’t mean it was real. At least Thom had seemed to have trained some of that out of Rook over the years, but it was still a nagging fear for Luvander.)

Luvander didn’t say any of that. He just said, “I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to fix it.” I don’t know how to fix me.

Balfour escorted him to the ‘Versity after that and made him talk to Thom about it. Thom being Thom, of course, looked at it as the academic he was. He talked about all kinds of fancy words like ‘schizoid’ and ‘histrionic’ and ‘dependent personality’. Basically, Thom said he couldn’t be sure exactly what the problem was without examining further. But he assured Luvander that there were coping mechanism they could try and that he had colleagues from the ‘Versity that he could ask for more medically focused advice as compared to Thom’s social theory perspectives.

Bullshit mindfuckery, Luvander remembered. As much as he wasn’t thrilled at the idea of Thom “examining” his psyche, he was significantly less thrilled about a perfect stranger doing it. At least he could trust Thom. At least Thom knew jackshit about how the airmen worked beyond the court gossip and bards’ song and those fucking statues that made them war heroes and not real people anymore. At least Thom was there when he woke up on an infirmary bed unable to talk for how deep his throat had been slit only to find out that four out of fourteen of them had come back. Even if Thom had been beside himself with grief, unaware that number five, Rook, was still breathing somewhere out there, at least Thom had borne witness for himself what they’d gone through, and Luvander wasn’t about to have to hash all of that to someone new.

But he couldn’t sit on his hands and not accept help when it was offered. Because he’d made Balfour a promise. He’d promised that he would never kiss Balfour again without fair and honest consent, plastered or not, and he’d meant it. He had so few friends left in this world. He wasn’t about to lose another due to his own selfishness and stupidity.

And so, he gave himself into the bullshit mindfuckery. He’d been meeting with Thom once every one or two weeks (or more than that if something set him off and crisis called for it). It was helping, Luvander thought. Slowly but surely.

Back in the present, Luvander shrugged at Balfour noncommittally. “It sucks, but I’m seeing the Professor tomorrow. And I guess now if I need someone to keep me company I could come and let the baby keep me busy so Mom and Dad can have some alone time.”

Balfour smiled at him. “You could have come over anyway. Well, I won’t push for specifics, but if you want to talk later…”

“I know where to find you,” Luvander confirmed.

Balfour gave him a bigger smile now. “Okay. I’ll let you talk to them then,” he said, and began descending the stairs, leaving Luvander at the at the door to the Adamo’s room.

He knocked briskly on the door and heard the Chief say, “Come in,” from the other side.

When Luvander opened the door, he found Laure on the bed over the covers cradling not-so-little Rory and making faces at her. Adamo was over by the radiator holding a bottle over the heat.

“Ah, I thought I heard someone out there talking to Balfour,” Laure said. “I didn’t know you were coming over today, but then again, I don’t think the pregnancy brain is totally out of my system yet.”

Laved waved moved to sit on the bed at her feet and waved her off with a hand. “It was unannounced. I had a gift for the baby and thought I’d bring it over.”

“Oh, that was thoughtful of you,” Adamo remarked walking over. To his credit, he only let a sliver of the wariness of a man who put up with thirteen uncontrollable ever-pranking monsters with dubious respect for authority for Regina even knows how long it’s been slip into his voice.

Luvander took the drawstring bag from the crook of his elbow and held it in his lap. “Well, I started working on this once you announced she was on her way. I guess I could have given it to you earlier, but it just felt like I should wait to give it to Rory in person. And of course, I didn’t exactly know you would choose to go into labor in a blizzard, so I didn’t have it on me the other night.”

He had a million things to say, a million possible preambles he could make, but he figured it was best to just show them. So, he pulled open the drawstrings, reached in, and pulled the carefully constructed figure of silver-grey fabric and held it up for inspection.

Adamo looked too shocked to say anything. Laure’s mouth had dropped into a soft “o” shape. But Rory had caught sight of her new toy and vocalized with one hand in her mouth and the other reaching out toward him with demanding hands. Bossy, he thought, Like her dad.

“I’m not sure I got all the details right since I was working off memory, plus she never really let me get that close to her anyway, but… Here she is,” Luvander said, because in his hands was a very small plush dragon.

“Is that…” Laure began.

“Proudmouth,” Adamo breathed. “Can I see her?”

“Of course,” Luvander said.

Adamo took it from him as if squeezing too hard would make it turn to nothing in his hands, turning it from side to side to see all the craftsmanship Luvander had put into it. Embroidered patterns where Proudmouth’s metal had been engraved, carefully cut and stabilized fabric made to take the shape of gears, a brass-colored ribbon where brass-colored brass reigns would’ve been. Every detail down to the shape of her claws had taken hours to craft and even more hours of meditating and sifting through bittersweet memories to recover. And here were the fruits of his labor all pieced together. Finally, Adamo let out a breath and said, “Looks just like her.”

“Well when you two starting talking about having kids, I wanted think of something special I could pass down to them, and eventually thought, well, every Adamo needs a dragon, right?” Luvander said. “So, I settled myself of making a different for each of your kids, if you have more that is. And it felt important that Rory got Proudmouth as your firstborn. I think… I think if things had turned out differently than they did Proudmouth could have been her birthright what with the way Anastasia picked two Vallets in a row to ride her.”

Adamo’s face as always was had to read, but somehow with a dragon in his hands, he looked years younger, and Luvander could tell whatever he was feeling he was feeling a lot of it.

Then Adamo smiled and said, “Thank you. It’s perfect, Luvander, really. I guess we should give Rory her girl and see if they choose each other.”

He passed the dragon to his daughter’s grasping hands, and they all watched as Rory immediately pulled Proudmouth to her chest.

“I think that’s your answer,” Laure laughed, dabbing at her eyes.

And in that moment, it seemed to Luvander that the world shone brighter. Welcoming a new generation was always hard, especially when the old one had lost so much, but it felt nice to be able to give the Airmen a proper legacy- one that wasn’t bronzed in statues, written in theses, or whispered behind hands at palace balls. But one that was simple- from father to daughter. And wrapped up in that gifted legacy was a wish, the most powerful wish Luvander had ever made, sewn into every stitch and seam: I wish that the ones who come after us won’t need our bullshit mindfuckery in the first place.

And then, Rook ruined the moment when they all heard a loud bang of the front door opened way too forcefully, followed by “BASTION FUCKING DAMNIT, WHO LEFT THEIR BOOTS IN THE DAMNED DOORWAY, I THOUGHT I DIDN’T HAVE TO DEAL WITH THIS SHIT ANYMORE!”

Laure, Owen, and Luvander all looked at each other, and all at once they burst into laughter.

#volstovic cycle #havemercy #the oc's #rebloggable #my fic #screams into the void im actually so proud of this fic and i dont know why #also i know janie isn't on tumblr anymore but i just think of her every time i write about luvander so im wondering if it would be weird to #hey remember me? probably not we talked like 2 times but i wrote a fic about luvander and i miss seeing you in the fandom because i dont ha #ve a pillowfort

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gentlemenclubbbz · 8 years ago

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your voice - Joji

Request in which you and Joji do a music collab. ^^ Hope it’s alright (i mean, it can be cheesy and lame sorry)! And uh, sorry for not being so active lately, school’s being a bitch V___V

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“I should do a collab…” Joji absent-mindedly said one day (to no one in particular), as he was sitting in the studio after a session—simply staring at the ceiling, bored. He wasn’t feeling inspired lately and honestly, he wanted to create a more serious piece. But he had no idea, his head was empty. And it was ticking him off.

“Yoooo, that’s a great idea!” a random friend of his immediately jumped up, as if he had the greatest idea ever. Joji looked at him a bit sceptical, but he wasn’t one to refuse a path that could lead him to more success. “There’s this singer on Youtube, [name], and damn, they have such a great voice!” Joji cocked his head to the side, a bit intrigued—he never heard of this [name].

“Really?” he asked, wanting more details.

The friend was more than glad to provide “Dude, they’re so amazing! LIKE, they’re not that popular but fuck, they need the recognition they deserved! They’re going to sky-rocket if you collaborate with them!”

Joji pondered—he wasn’t going to refuse helping a fellow singer, but only if he felt like they deserve it. “Alright, lemme hear them,” he said and the friend immediately complied. He opened YouTube, quickly tipped the singer’s name and clicked the first video—probably the most viewed one out of all, but Joji saw that it wasn’t near enough.

And then you appeared on screen, wearing the most beautiful smile Joji has ever seen. You looked embarrassed but there was determination in your eyes as you waited your cue to start to sing. But Joji, somehow, was already completely taken in. When you opened your mouth and those sweet little lips started to sing, and he finally heard your smooth voice, he was blown aback. His eyes widened and inspiration came to him slowly, the more he heard you sing. He loved the way your voice sounded and the lyrics—the whole song was so well-written! He could never come up with such words, but if you did, on your own. Joji was impressed. And moved. And his heart started beating faster—and fuck, was this love?

No; that was ridiculous.

“Yo, dude! DUDE! GEORGE!” finally, he felt a hand on his shoulder that startled him immensely. He shook his head and unglued his eyes off the screen to stare at his friend, who looked slightly worried with a hint of cockiness on his friend’s expression. He knew what was going on. But Joji showed nothing on his face anymore—he didn’t want him to get the wrong idea. “Didja like it?”

“Yes.” Joji could simply say, holding back all of the feelings he was actually internally feeling. Words could not describe it all, so he just stared at your face on the screen, frozen in a proud grin. He wondered if you were as beautiful in real life or if your voice sounded as heaven-like—and he found himself anticipating the moment he’d see you. Joji was determined—he had to meet you, he wanted to confirm these feelings that were slowly blooming. “I’ll contact them…” he whispered to himself as he clicked on another video.

Fuck, he really hoped that you were somewhere near him or you accepted his proposal. He was sure that, with your music combined, you could create something magical.

“Shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit—“ the trail of curses went on and on as Joji was growing impatient, walking non-stop around the house and never stopping. He was anxious as hell, he was sick, he couldn’t eat—he was just waiting for you. The last couple of months, ever since he contacted you, you two have been talking on and on, about every little shit. He couldn’t believe how nice and cute you were, the way you were talking and your sense of humour was top-notch; it matched his. You had so many things in common, especially in music—that’s where you really clicked. You started to share impressions and he had access to your lyrics. That’s when he finally proposed to you to collaborate. He was taken aback by the fact that you so eagerly wanted this too, that he wasn’t the only one thinking about it.

And you weren’t far from him either; it took you only a couple of hours to come where he was living. ‘I have some business in NY too, so we can meet then!’

It was rather bold of you to suggest coming to the studio straight away and see what you could make; but maybe it was him acting all antsy. It was normal; how else would you have created a song if not in a studio? Maybe you’d immediately find the perfect idea…

But he couldn’t wait any longer. He wanted to hear your voice…

The moment he hears the door opening (he gave you careful instructions to where to come, expecting you to ask for his help and meet earlier), he feels his heart leap a thousand miles. He’s running to the entrance to greet you and there he finally sees you. Shyly poking your head inside, unsure. He stops for a second at the end of the corridor to admire you—but you quickly spot him and your whole face breaks into a wide smile.

“Joji, h-hi!” your voice slightly trembles from emotion as you come inside and slightly trip; but you don’t fall. Nonetheless, Joji was quickly by your side, unsure of where to start, if he was allowed to touch you.

“A-re you—“ he clears his throat because he sounded too awkward, trying to calm himself down. “You’re [name], no?” It was a stupid question, but whatever.

You giggled anyway “Yes, the one and only.” You hesitate for one brief second; but then you don’t. You got nothing else to lose because, the next moment, your arms are around him in a hug. His whole body freezes and his mind can’t comprehend what happened. He can only remember your sweet fragrance as you let him go with a blush. “I’ve always wanted to do that.”

“Y-Yeah...” he scratches the back of his head before recovering “Shall we go in?”

“This is brilliant!” you exclaim, amazed by the prowess Joji possessed when coming up with lyrics. For the last couple of hours, you both forgot about time and indulged yourselves into composing. It all came natural and all at once—with you around, he felt most inspired. In fact, he could only come up with romantic lyrics, which you played along with—in the end, you guys settled to do a duet about two that don’t realize that they are in love yet. Or at least, somewhere along those lines. And it was all going so well; as if you were talking about yourselves.

“Right?!” Joji added, excited. Somehow, you both ended up on the floor, papers scattered all around you, but neither minded. “At that part, it should go like this ‘Tututu-TUU’, ya know?”

“Yeah! I can totally imagine that! And the beat!” You mimicked with your hands a drum set and it was true: Joji could picture the song perfectly inside his head.

So he grinned and said “Should we record it?”

The song was not completed in one day—but your eagerness and the fact that you both had the same song inside your head made the job much easier. Neither of you minded to spend countless hours, from morning to evening, inside that studio, surviving on coffee and instant food. Of course, sometimes you wanted to take a break because you got stuck, so you went outside in the park and rejuvenated yourselves. You laughed and had the best time of your life; and the more time you spent together, the more each fell in love with the other. Joji was sold, but he had no idea what you were thinking, if that smile held more behind the first appearance.

He didn’t want this to end.

However, inevitably, the end came. The song was complete, one night—you were both tired, but determined to finish, which you did. You stood together, listening to the song and grinning like two idiots the more you listened to it. ‘It was perfect!’ was written on both your faces, getting lost in the rhythm of what you created. You felt the emotion in both your voices and how real the lyrics seemed to be, as if it was real. And in that moment, it was all real—you stared at Joji and he stared back into your eyes. The song slowed down in the background as you both reached out for one another. Your hands intertwined and your bodies got closer; but it was enough to show everything.

“I’m glad I met you,” you whisper and he squeezes your hand.

“Me too.”

And nothing else could’ve been said; you liked each other and you could figure things out later. Because…

“I fell in love with your voice

Then with you altogether”

#joji #joji miller #joji imagine #joji miller imagine #george miller #george miller imagine

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williammarshal-blog · 8 years ago

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Reshop

Post 3x07. Clarke & co are determined Lexa doesn't pull any of her stitches out. They figure out a compromise.

"...Shot...it's not fatal..."

"...Where did he even get that gun?"

"...Is the Commander okay, Wanheda...?"

Lexa's eyes flickered as she dozed in and out of sleep. The only thing keeping her awake was the sharp jabbing pain in her abdomen. Over the next few days it had dulled until it was nothing more than an irritating ache. It also meant that Nyko's milky potion of pain relief knocked her out within minutes, which wasn't ideal when she wanted to signal for more water for her parched mouth. It wasn't ideal when it was just her and Clarke in the room, and Clarke was hovering over her, and all Lexa wanted to do was will her arm up to yank her down by the neck and kiss her.

She'd survived. Somehow, somehow the gods, the spirits of the Commanders—by some magic or Skaikru technology—she'd survived.

She saw flashes of a terrified Clarke, her hands covered in black blood. She could see Aden barging into the room with supplies day in and day out, his hair growing far too long. She didn't have the energy to tell the boy to cut his damn hair.

The pain potion was too much. It dulled her senses to a point where she could barely count to ten. And it was on a warm day where the sun streamed through the windows, and Clarke took a particularly long time to fetch the potion by the windowsill, that Lexa grabbed her chance.

"Wait," she croaked out, her eyes squinting at the sunlight. Clarke stilled. "Wait."

"Lexa?" She spoke her name as if she would never say it again, and swivelled slowly, as if to make sure it really was Lexa speaking. Even if there was nobody else in the room. "Shit. Are you okay? Do you want more of—"

"Not the pain potion," she forced out, wincing as her stomach pierced in response. "I can't think, Clarke. I can't do anything. If you'll let me live, don't immobilise me."

"I'm doing the best I can. We're doing the best we can," Clarke said adamantly. "This'll help."

"Compromise," Lexa said simply. "I would rather suffer a bit of pain and get to look at you than sleep all the time, painless."

"That's ridiculous—"

"Yes? I think my tolerance is quite high, considering I got shot by a Skaikru weapon by my own mentor."

Silence fell between them, and with a heavy sigh, Clarke set the potion aside. It took a lot of coercing and a bit of charm—a lot of it—for Clarke to relent and hide the potion in one of the drawers. She supposed Lexa had a point. There was not much good in having a vegetable of a Commander when she was going to recover anyway. So long as she didn't strain herself too much and throw herself into physicality straight away, there was no reason to keep her mollified for so long.

"Aden's been worried about you," Clarke said quietly as she dabbed at Lexa's sweating forehead with a cold, wet cloth. She leant over, setting the cloth aside and cupping Lexa's face. "We all have."

"How is he?" Lexa asked for him as if he were her own child. Considering the nature of his parenthood, and how they had only recently been killed in an Ice Nation raid—he was of the Water clan—she supposed she had earned that title. Or maybe she just wanted it. "Is he under Titus' tutelage?"

"Somewhat. He confided in me."

"Oh?"

"He told me that someone—" Clarke shot her a meaningful stare, "Advised him to take Indra's counsel."

"Don't look at me like that," Lexa teased, a little weakly, because if she laughed, it did hurt like a bitch. "Did you expect me to tell him to go seek tutelage from the person who shot me? Aden would've tried to kill him, the reckless juvenile he can be sometimes."

"He almost did," Clarke admitted, and Lexa startled, only for Clarke to wave it away. "A story for later."

"Okay. Trade me that story for your body against mine?"

It came out a lot smoother than intended, judging by Clarke's eye-roll. Still, she relented—she did a lot for Lexa these days—and Lexa scooted over carefully, ignoring Clarke's insistence on not to rip out the stitches. Eventually, after a lot of sweat, shouting and cursing, the pair managed to fit onto the double sized bed. And then it just came naturally. They had always been two missing pieces of a jigsaw, and they slotted together smoothly.

It struck Lexa then, that they hadn't really spoken for what felt like weeks. She didn't want to ask how long she'd been out for—she didn't want to steer the conversation towards that direction today. Not while she could function and speak like a normal person, for the time being.

Lexa took the opportunity to rest her head against Clarke's chest. Usually, she was the bigger spoon. The reliant one. And she never got to revel in how good it felt to just be embraced; to let that responsibility sit on someone else. To let everything in her head, in her heart, just rest on Clarke—just in that moment.

"There's a lot I didn't tell you," Lexa mused, pressing a soft kiss to Clarke's collarbone. Clarke hummed in response, quietly content in just holding Lexa. "When we kissed...when we were about to say goodbye..."

Clarke dipped her head to look at her, her lips quirked in a smile. "Three words?"

Lexa felt her words get stuck in her throat. "Hm?"

"I was about to tell you the same thing."

"You know, in Trigedasleng, it's four."

"Ai hod yu in," Clarke told her, and Lexa grinned at her clunky use of the language, pleased nonetheless. Clarke could feel the amusement resonating from her, and held her carefully as she laughed, by the stomach, so she couldn't rip any of her stitches out. Lexa had long been healing, but she was still tender to touch, and winced when Clarke let go. "You're made of words, Lexa. But sometimes you can just look at me and I'll know. Aden says your eyes are green like the forest because that's what made you. I think your eyes are just..." Clarke fiddled around for a word. "You."

"Then—" Lexa cleared her throat, feeling her eyes droop in contentment. "I—love—you."

Clarke laughed, and dipped her head again, this time, to press a proper kiss against Lexa's lips. Lexa angled her head to deepen it, only to hiss in pain from her stomach wound. It would take a long time to recover, and though Lexa stubbornly ignored it, her hands roaming over Clarke's hips, Clarke stilled her movements. It would be no good kissing Lexa if she'd injure herself in the process. Lexa closed her eyes and allowed it, feeling a familiar ache between her legs. It never seemed to go away whenever she thought of Clarke like that; it was like once she'd bitten the apple, she needed to eat the rest of it. And the way Clarke held her, her hands occasionally stroking up and down the side of Lexa's body, Lexa knew she felt the same.

Aden visited on the third day without Nyko's potion, his hair neatly combed to one side. In one hand he held the Commander's red sash, and in the other, he—rather awkwardly—presented a bouquet of flowers. Lexa could've laughed at the sight of him, if she had the energy, but she smiled warmly instead and he strode in, bowing deeply before the foot of the bed.

"Heda," he said, almost breathlessly. His cheeks were pink, as if he'd sprinted up the staircase. "I, uh, cut my hair. Clarke kom Skaikru told me my hair looked messy, and I wanted to be presentable. This—" He carried the bouquet in his hand, looking for some excuse to babble, "Is—well—one of the kitchen girls, her friend, well, she's a florist, or something, and she said these flowers—I can't remember the name—they're for good health, and good lock, and—"

"They're lovely, Aden," Lexa settled him, and his shoulders deflated, the tension instantly gone. "How have you been?"

"Sleepless," he rambled, setting the flowers to one side. He self-consciously patted his hair down. There was one particular strand that just wouldn't sit down properly. "There is a lot of paperwork in being a Commander."

"A lot of honeyed wine, too," Lexa added, and Aden grinned a little guiltily. Already she could feel herself easing back into the regularity of life. They didn't talk of the elephant in the room: Titus. Lexa decided she'd deal with him later—and personally. Aden didn't need to get involved in this. "So. Tell me about your glorious tenure as Commander. Clarke tells me you've been doing exceptionally well."

"For a replacement," Aden added, cocking his head to the side as if to be sure. Lexa nodded at him to go on, and he pulled up a chair by her bedside, wringing his hands together. "It's difficult, Heda. The clan leaders want this, and another clan leader wants that, and meanwhile, there's a dispute in a village over some bread and meat, and..." He trailed off, contemplative. "It's stressful, Heda. I barely get time to spar in the pits anymore, and I fear I am incompetent as a fighter, too. It feels like everything is taking a part of me, and I do not have the time to regain—anything."

"You're overwhelmed," Lexa assessed him, briefly.

"Yes. And—and please tell me if I should stop talking," Aden said. "It's just—there are so many things I wish to say to you, Heda, and—"

"Don't stop," Lexa told him. "I find you soothing, Aden. Your mind has always been one I've been fond of. Say whatever you want to. I..." She shook her head. "Sometimes I speak too much and it is too much exertion. So tell me stories, Aden. And look at you," she added, somewhat proudly. "Look at how you've grown."

"I have?"

"You won't notice. But your shoulders are broader; you sit tighter; you are more confident, not in me but in yourself. And that's important."

"I remember. You told me once." Aden smiled brightly at her, pleased with her assessment. He was never one to be cocky; he was a good egg. There had never been anything too much with him. He was not the most well-read of the class, nor was he the best fighter, the speediest, or the most agile. He was average—but Lexa found he had the biggest heart of them all. And perhaps that was why he'd won her over so quickly. He was not naturally intelligent, but he was eager to learn. He was not an excellent fighter, but he would spar in the pits whether it was raining, or too hot, or too cold. He was the first there and the last there. The tenacity of his spirit would be rewarded—Lexa was sure she'd see to it.

"Go on then," Lexa teased him. "Who cut your hair? It looks good."

"Bessie," he said, and the tips of his ears burned. "She said I looked handsome with a neater, shorter cut."

"She's right. So...Bessie?"

"She's two years older than me, Heda," Aden said quickly. "And Madden said that she had kissed him twice behind the art-house. He teased me about it, actually," he added, a little crestfallen. "He's three years older than me. So I think she must prefer older men."

"Madden is not a man. He's a boy."

"So am I!"

"There you go."

They spoke idly of crushes and food and haircuts and fights—there was one story Aden was so reluctant to tell that Lexa practically had to pull it out of him—and it made her near-cackle at the childishness of it. But it made her grateful too. Aden still had the glimmer of youth and optimism in his bright eyes; he was mature and he'd have made decisions in her wake that she wouldn't dream of putting on his shoulders. Yet despite all of that, he'd decided to pick a fight with Indra in the sparring pits just to impress pretty Bessie. He'd been beaten roughly ten to twelve times before Indra had muttered into the ear she hadn't bashed that maybe it was enough. But he'd kept going for more, and by the time Indra was finished with him, he was bleeding from nearly every orifice.

Sadly, it hadn't worked.

By the time Aden left, with an ample basket of cheeses, bread, fruit and some of the best snacks from the Polisian stalls in the Square, Lexa found herself grinning.

Boys.

"You," Clarke was disgruntled, and Lexa tried to placate her by rubbing her arm. Clarke shrugged her off. "You are one piece of work. I told you: gentle exercise! That does not mean sparring with Indra!"

"It was gentle sparring," Lexa defended herself meekly, as Clarke redid her stitches. It hadn't been a big thing, and not all of the stitches had been ripped open. They'd mostly healed, to be honest—and it wasn't only until Indra had noticed speckles of blood on her tunic that they'd stopped the session. They'd only been lightly sparring, finding Lexa's feet on the ground again.

It had felt good, to breathe fresh air, to see Indra's face light up in relief, to feel the mud squelch beneath her boots. It felt good to just be doing something.

Clarke's fingers traced over the stitches, and covered it with a bandage and surgical tape she'd attained from her medical bag of wonders. "Doctor's orders," she reprimanded, mock-seriously. "You're not allowed to spar with Indra for a week."

"A week?!"

"Five days," Clarke bargained, knowing she'd won when she pressed a lingering kiss to Lexa's lips. Lexa closed her eyes, relishing the way she tasted. She tasted of earth, and laughter, and life.

"I thought you said a week," Lexa murmured against her lips, kissing her again, briefly.

"Two days for bedrest," Clarke said. She pampered Lexa's pillows, and gently pushed her down. Lexa was ready for the milky potion until Clarke clambered on top, both legs straddling her sides, and her eyes widened. "With me."

"Are you sure?" Lexa asked, for once, thinking about the stitches.

"Are you?"

Lexa didn't need telling twice. With one arm supporting herself as she leant up, she kissed Clarke fully on the mouth, cherishing how she tasted. Every fibre of her body told her to slow down, but she hadn't kissed Clarke in so long. Hungrily, she deepened the kiss, coaxing Clarke's mouth open with a low moan as her tongue delved inside. Clarke's hands fisted into her hair as Lexa's teeth nipped on her bottom lip, drawing out another moan from Clarke as she supported herself up with her arm.

"Lie down," Clarke whispered.

"Clarke..."

"Lie. Down."

Lexa sank against her pillows, her eyes blown wide open by Clarke sitting on her. She could see where Clarke's line of vision drew to—the red sash Aden had returned earlier. With a cheeky grin, she took it from the headboard and played around with it, raising her eyebrow at Lexa. "Do you trust me?"

"I've missed you," Lexa pled, her hand reaching out to palm Clarke's breast. Clarke closed her eyes. Lexa was a heady, intoxicating mixture of pleasure and irresistibility. "I've missed..."

"I know what you've missed," Clarke said lowly. "You haven't given me a chance to tell you what I've missed."

"Okay." Lexa eyed the sash. "What have you missed?"

"This."

Clarke made quick work of tying Lexa's hands against the rails of the headboard, smirking at her half-hearted struggles. A ping in her heart told her she was doing it just so Lexa didn't exert herself too much. The overpowering part of her heart told her she just wanted to capture every essence of Lexa's body, every curve, every crook, with her lips. Just like Lexa had. Lexa had worshipped her like a Goddess, her lips kissing and sucking of reverence. And tonight, Clarke would do the same.

She bent down to kiss her again, hard. Their teeth clashed as Lexa startled, quickly settling into the rhythm of the kiss. It was desperate, almost brutal as Clarke bit down hard on Lexa's lip, feeling Lexa's groan all the way down to the ache between her legs.

"You," Clarke panted against Lexa's lips, "are a piece of work."

"You are a piece of art," Lexa whispered back.

Clarke smothered her smile with another kiss, rapidly moving down the side of her neck, biting and sucking her way down to her collarbones. With a pair of medical scissors on the desk, she cut apart Lexa's tunic despite her protests and tossed it to one side, taking a moment to stare at her. She was scarred and bruised—but she was so, so beautiful. She was, from Clarke's point of view, flawless. Every scar was a raised mark of beauty, and just as Lexa loved to relish Clarke's breasts, Clarke did the same, her lips enclosing around a nipple as her fingernails raked up the sides of Lexa's body.

Lexa arched up from the bed, craving more contact as Clarke sucked on her nipple, and licking in a swirling circle as her eyes danced back up to meet Lexa's. It was almost ravenous, the way Lexa looked at her, her eyes hooded and dark in desire. She imagined it was somewhat of a mirror. Clarke grinned rakishly at her as she nibbled, eliciting another one of those moans she'd longed to hear. One of those moans she'd imagined in the back of her mind as she slid a hand under her pants, the nights Lexa were unconscious, and she'd just wanted to—

"Jok..." Lexa was breathless as Clarke licked a trail down her navel, her fingernails digging into skin. Lexa loved it when she did that; she loved the brief burn of pain and the erotic sensation of pleasure afterwards. She loved watching Clarke's messy blonde hair move downwards as she spread Lexa's legs, feeling the sticky wetness, for her, all for her, even as they'd rushed this like two eager bitches in heat.

Lexa rocked against her as Clarke nipped at the inside of her thigh, careful to hold her in position in case she injured herself. Steadying Lexa with both hands, she slowly licked Lexa's clit with the flat of her tongue, enjoying the long and almost torturous moan Lexa let out. It was near torture for Clarke, seeing Lexa wanting to writhe and feeling it in her hands and trying to stop it for fear of ripping her stitches out. But Clarke's desire felt like an unrelenting storm, and she kissed her clit and then sucked hard on it, groaning as Lexa cried out, bucking her hips uncontrollably. Clarke gripped tightly onto Lexa's side as one hand failed to resist and she coaxed a finger inside, feeling Lexa clench for her.

It felt like it had been so long since they'd been rolling around in bed, enjoying each other, feasting on each other without a worry in the world. It felt like forever since Clarke had last traced Lexa's tattoos, and the peaceful kiss they'd shared upon wakening. Everything since had been a horror story, but Clarke was determined to fuck Lexa so hard that she'd forget everything.

She slid another finger in, pumping fast and hard as Lexa bucked into her face, her mouth still in a determined 'O' shape as she sucked on her clit. It was overwhelming for Lexa as she shuddered, feeling every muscle in her body spasm at the mere sight of Clarke staring hungrily up at her as her mouth gorged on her cunt, animalistic and desperate. It was a mix of sharp jabs of pain in her abdomen and an immense tidal wave of pleasure as Clarke curled her fingers inside her. Lexa tossed her head backwards, exposing her neck, and she could feel Clarke clamber up her body again, her fingers still sliding in and out of her.

"Come for me," Clarke whispered in Lexa's ear, her mouth still sticky with Lexa's juices. She kissed a wet trail down the side of her neck and then Lexa yanked her by the head, pulling her up so her mouth was hot and heavy against her ear. Lexa nipped at her earlobe and then she was coming, hard and fast, cursing heavily as she bucked against Clarke's hand. It had been quick and hard and fast—and Clarke could feel the heat pool in the bottom of her belly as Lexa came loudly in her ear, panting and panting and panting—

"Fuck," Clarke groaned, the ache between her legs growing even more as she watched Lexa's head loll back in pleasure. She could already feel Lexa's hand straining down Clarke's body, but she stilled it, near-torturing herself.

"Takes as long as it takes," Clarke told her matter-of-factly, knowing that an orgasm wasn't (quite) worth Lexa pulling out her stitches again. Breathlessly, Lexa laughed at the reference and sank back against the pillows, making room for Clarke's naked, sweaty body pressed against hers.

"Will you replace my tunic?" Lexa murmured, pulling up the covers so they could huddle in each other's warmth.

"Don't see the need," Clarke replied cheekily, snuggling into her. Her hands roamed Lexa's enticing skin, and if she could get drunk off sheer desire, she was far gone. Lexa smiled lazily, pressing a soft kiss to Clarke's lips, then to the tip of her nose, and then to both her eyelids.

"Reshop, Clarke," Lexa murmured dozily, her hand raking through Clarke's hair.

Clarke's eyes fluttered shut at the soothing sensation, nestling her head against the crook below Lexa's chin. "Reshop, Heda."

#M-rated #clexa #clexa fanfic #clarke x lexa #clexa fic

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jeoonguk-blog · 8 years ago

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fluid motions i

characters: min yeri (oc), jeon jungkook, min suga (brother) and more!

pairing: college!jungkook x oc

genre: fluff, angst, mature themes (drugs, swearing, eventual smut)

chapter 1/2/?

word count: 4k

summary: starting afresh at Seoul National University, driving her passion for swimming forward, Yeri has attained the sturdy course of Sports Ed. as her four-year study.

During Yeri's first week, it's trouble at home but nervous glances and sweaty palms as she meets bio-engineering student Jeon Jungkook, who is currently living on campus. Jungkook was everything the perfect male college student was. Tall, lean, smart, not necessarily on the football team but he was something that Yeri almost yearned for.

The only problem was keeping this whole thing a secret from her asshole, drug-addict brother, Min Yoongi.

a/n: hi, angel here! this will be my first chaptered fic i’m posting here on tumblr so i hope you guys like it! it won’t be more than 10 parts (hopefully)! i’ll also be opening requests for small drabbles for a short time too so you guys get to be more familiar with my writing! enjoy :)

Jeon Jungkook was pretty confident upon saying that his life was pretty much near perfect. His grades were among the best in high school, which earned him the right to attend one of the most prestigious universties in the country. He had a decently sized house with loving parents and a loving adopted brother whose name was Jimin. Jungkook was eight years old when he met the ten-year-old Park Jimin after coming home from school one day. Although Jimin was the older one, he seemed the quieter one out of the two sometimes. Jungkook stuck out his hand with his bunny teeth on show as he introduced himself rather loudly, which brought Jungkook's parents relief as they knew their adorable son would welcome the adoptee well.

And Jungkook grew up so well. He was once of those annoying kids in high school who’d fall asleep in class because he was busy playing video games the night before, or perhaps struggling to finish an essay he started that was due in the next day. He had the softest hair girls could only dream of touching, a build that was growing larger and buffer each and every damn year and a group of friends he knew he could call brothers instead.

He really had it all.

At the ripe age of nineteen, he finds himself sitting in a lecture about biocatalysts and enzymes, almost dazing off at the beautiful scenery his campus had to offer. A couple of girls stole his attention momentarily, but upon seeing the beauty in their looks and with him having next to no confidence in his own, he looked away instead and tried to find interest in the lecture.

"... biocatalysts are enzymes people, and it is continuing to change the biochemical industry as we know it today. Read up on your green textbook about the 'Lock and Key Model' guys, I'm gonna give you an assessment on it next Monday. See you folks," his professor said before closing the slideshow and dismissing the students.

Everyone let out a huge sigh of relief as the worst part of the day was over and soon a sea of murmur began to fill his ears. Jungkook kept his laptop and textbook in his bag before unlocking his phone and checking for unread messages. It was when he got up that he was called over by the professor.

"Yes sir?" He asked, looking down at the sitting lecturer in big black spectacles and a horribly knitted jumper.

The elder took a sip of his half-warm coffee and looked up at Jungkook. "Ah, Jungkook. Judging from class today you really got the concept of substrate change during catalysis. Mind drawing the class a diagram of the stages? Might add some extra credit, who knows?" The sly professor raised an eyebrow at the student who internally frowned at the added work.

Jungkook knew he wouldn't need to do any extra work and he'd still get good grades, but nonetheless he accepted the challenge.

"Sure thing, Prof. I'll have it done by Monday." And just like that he left the lecture hall and went to the fields in search of his friends.

A less than five-minute walk and Jungkook found himself greeted by not only his friends but the warmth of the summer sunshine on his golden beige skin. He laughed as a football was thrown at him and he threw it back just in time for Taehyung to catch it.

"What's up Jeon?" Taehyung asked, grabbing Jungkook into a headlock before nuzzling his hair with his knuckles after putting down the ball. "What took you so long?"

The younger fought his way out with a grin and sat down on the freshly cut, slightly damp grass, putting his backpack on the ground and getting his lunch. "Nothing, just talked to my professor for a bit. How are you guys?" He asked the bunch, his brother Jimin was there who was in his third and final year now, as well as Hoseok and Namjoon who were doing the same course as Jimin.

"We're good. Trying to calm down Tae here who just got in the football team," Namjoon scoffed but lightheartedly at the younger who was grinning the proudest smile as he played with the football. "Sit down and eat, you hyper active child."

Jungkook only snapped his fingers with his free hand that wasn't holding a sandwich. "Oh yeah! You did the tryouts! How was it?"

"A fine piece of cake my friend," Taehyung sang as he put the ball down and sat next to Jungkook. "I got a glimpse of the cheerleader tryouts too. I'm telling you now, my dreams of being in a college-couple relationship is gonna come true," he smiled lazily at his friend who only laughed. It was when his eyes caught the bright uniform of the said squad that his eyes suddenly bulged out. "Oh shit, it's her... Hey, Aeri!" He quickly smiled, turning all of his friends' heads that landed on the beauty called Aeri, along with her two of her friends

The girl smiled all teeth, waving at Taehyung as she greeted him back.

"Why don't you come sit with us?" Taehyung asked earning him dagger eyes from his friends.

Jimin, Hoseok and Namjoon didn't want to be seen sitting with first year girls. Jimin and Hoseok had a girlfriend and Namjoon wasn't into young girls. Jungkook on the other hand was petrified. His experience with girls didn't go too far back and he was probably the most anti-social person he knew. He only mingled with his own friends and them alone.

Jungkook prayed they would walk away but his heart sank when she agreed and they sat near Taehyung. Together they all formed a little circle which Jungkook hated because that way, he could see everyone.

"This is Nora and that's Yeri," Aeri pointed out.

Upon looking, Jungkook recognized Nora as a girl who was in his bio-engineering course, but then he saw the other girl and he almost choked on his food. There was something about Yeri wearing the school's varsity jacket and her shiny dark brown hair falling beneath her shoulders that made him want to look more than twice.

But of course, she only looked that way. She could be a total bitch for all he knew.

"How come Yeri wears the school's varsity jacket?" Jimin asked, in which Jungkook mentally thanked him because he wanted to know what she did.

The girl looked up from her phone. "Oh, I swim for the women's freestyle! Just got in the team today so they gave me this," she grinned, sitting up straight to show the college logo by her right side.

Taehyung gawked, though not at her beauty but at her varsity jacket. "What! Don't I get one?" He frowned.

"That's really cool though. Maybe one time we can watch you race," Namjoon said, smiling a friendly smile at her.

She thanked him and went back to texting on her phone before putting it away.

"Want me to go with you to get yours, Taehyung? It's near my next class so we can go together," Aeri suggested and at that, Taehyung bolted off all smiles and teeth, leaving the awkward students with each other in nothing but deafening silence.

Jimin stood up and patted Jungkook on the back, signaling him to stand up. "Hey, I'm gonna visit Suga-hyung. Wanna come with?"

The younger one thought about his plans and nodded after a while. "Can you wait though? I still have class; I'll meet you at the bus stop in an hour." He said, before rushing in the opposite direction as he had no idea where his next class was honestly.

It was when he took a step forward in which he had bumped into the attractive girl who was sitting with them. He gasped when her phone fell out of her pocket and onto the grass lying face down and he immediately picked it up and gave it back to her ignoring what seemed like an electric current run down his arm.

"Oh God... I'm so sorry, Yeri, right? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

But before he could continue his muddled apology, a light giggle interrupted his frantic speech. Yeri took her phone, accidentally brushed her hands against his which sent another electrifying jolt amongst the both of them and smiled a small smile.

"It's fine, um- I didn't catch your name?"

"It's Jungkook. Are you sure you're okay?" He asked once again, his wide brown eyes suddenly made endearing to Yuri.

Another sea of giggles escaped her. "I'm not the one who dropped on the grass, Jungkook," she laughed. "My phone's fine. I'll have to see you later though, I'm gonna be late to my next class so... see you around." And with that Yeri waved as she walked past him and joined arms with another friend.

As Jungkook watched her leave, he was startled to see another girl come from another direction. It was Nora who was in the same class as him next and with small conversation the two began to make their way to their next location.

Grabbing his change with his free hand, Jungkook eyed the fresh mint chocolate chip flavored ice cream on a cone, the sides starting to drip down as he took the sweet treat to his lips and the change tucked in one of his back pockets. Quickly jogging whilst trying not to spill the cold dessert, he joined his friend Taehyung as well as Jimin who waited with their snacks in hand too. The remnants of the Summer weather was still a blessing and students these days were doing everything to take advantage of the beautiful sunshine.

"Cool, you're joining us then, huh?" Jungkook nodded to Taehyung who dribbled his ball with his feet whilst eating his ice cream. Any person passing by would have thought he was still in high school.

Taehyung took a big bite out of the cone. "Nah, I'm meeting my mom at the supermarket so it's on the way," he said. "Too bad though. Your Suga hyung sounds cool."

However, he had only earnt a snort from the eldest, causing Taehyung to look at him briefly but still managing to control the ball with his feet.

"Suga hyung's a great guy but he's lost his way for sure," Jimin said, with Jungkook mentally agreeing. It was a touchy subject he didn't like to dwell on so much. He was afraid Taehyung would see Yoongi the wrong way but fortunately for him, Taehyung was positive in almost all aspects of life.

That could be unfortunate too, however.

"Well, he doesn't sound like it. But from what I've heard he seems to be some kind of musical genius," Taehyung pointed out.

Jungkook frowned. "He is, but the problem is-"

"The problem is that he can't keep himself from smoking a fag or a joint every ten minutes. He gets high off anything and everything," Jimin summarized, leaving out the persona that was Yoongi's rash behavior and oblivious swearing. "He hasn't been hired in months, almost a year now and I think he's struggling to survive. It's a shame because he's the smartest guy I know."

Taehyung didn't look up from his ball. "Damn, sounds like he needs counselling or something."

"He's tried that; what he needs is a miracle," Jimin muttered, because everyone knew that miracles these days were hard to come by. "Good thing his parents can't see the mess he's become."

"Where are his parents?"

Jimin hummed, trying to recall the whereabouts of the adults as he threw away the tissue that accompanied his now finished ice cream. "Mother passed away and his dad... I think he moved to Busan or something like that. 'Dunno why he left to be honest."

Picking up his football, Taehyung heaved a sigh and ran a hand through his bouncy, dark brown hair. "Well, I hope his dad comes back to see what's become of him. Good thing he doesn't have any younger siblings or anything," Jungkook and Jimin muttered a 'definitely', before Taehyung asked, "how old is he anyway?"

"He turned 23 not long ago," Jimin replied, taking out his phone to see a text from the subject of the conversation. "Ah, he's asking where we are."

Taehyung peered over before looking towards a different road. "Anyway guys, I hope you have fun. Gonna meet my mom now so see you tomorrow!" The new athlete walked to cross the road and waved before jogging off with his precious ball in hand.

"Yeah, congrats again for getting in the team!" Jungkook yelled and grinned as Taehyung clumsily almost dropped his football on the road.

A loud 'thanks' was shouted before he fully turned his back and walked off in the new varsity jacket.

No more than fifteen minutes had passed before the two brothers had slowed their walk to the familiar road their friend had resided on. Small talk about Suga had continued and soon Jungkook soon found himself reminiscing on the past, albeit with very hazy memory.

"Hyung, remind me again how we met Suga-hyung," the younger asked, his hands deep in his pockets as he looked to his brother. "I mean I know we met him through Namjoon-hyung but how did that come about. And how does Namjoon-hyung even know Suga-hyung?"

"Namjoon met Suga who was a training producer from a record company but Suga got kicked out because of lack of work and stuff," Jimin recalled, now looking to his right to find the door number he was looking for. "They became good friends before he got kicked out and we met him at Namjoon's birthday party."

"The pool party where you wouldn't let me drink yet?"

Jimin chuckled, making Jungkook frown. "Yeah, that one."

Jungkook's lips formed a small pout. "Oh, jeez. It's been a long time since I've seen him then."

Obviously, since Jungkook and Taehyung were at the same age of 19, they haven't hung out as much with Namjoon, Hoseok, Jimin and Suga, the former three of which had attended the same high school. Jungkook and Taehyung had met through karate class and it was through that in which Jungkook had discovered Taehyung as not only a true friend, but a highly competitive one at that. Which is why he wasn't too surprised to find out that he had joined the school's football team.

"We're here," Jimin announced, the door numbers '81' in stark gold in front of them with little rusting at the edges.

He pressed the bell and waited for a small yet rough looking man to open the door but to both of their surprise a familiar face had answered instead. Well, not too familiar as they had only just met her for about twenty minutes earlier on that day.

"Oh... Hello," Yeri answered, now donned in house clothes consisting of a pair of jogging pants and a camisole. "Did you follow me home?" She lightly chuckled at her own joke, causing the two boys to look at each other bewildered, before looking back at her.

Jungkook began to stutter. "No, we- I... Is this the right door number?" He peered a bit further in to see if the numbers '81' were really on that door.

"This is number 81, who were you looking for?" She politely asked the boys, crossing one foot over the other but before the two could reply a harsh, groggy voice answered instead.

"Get the fuck to your room," Yoongi shouted from somewhere in the house before making his appearance in a black shirt and basketball shorts.

Jungkook and Jimin couldn't help but gape at the scene in front of them. Not only was the beautiful Yeri standing right in front of them, but she was living with the Min Yoongi; the unemployed asshole who was always getting stoned whenever he got the chance.

Jimin's brows furrowed together as he invited himself in, Jungkook sheepishly following. The atmosphere was tense and he was gliding right into it.

"Are you two... living together?" Jimin asked, looking at the two siblings.

Yeri's perky expression had changed to one that was stoic, her arms crossing in front of her chest as she shut the door. "Just about," she sternly replied.

Suga scoffed but ignored the comment. "Yeah that's my little sister, Yeri," he introduced though not so nicely before fully turning his attention on to her. "I said go upstairs, Yeri."

The girl stuck her tongue in her cheek before passing the two fellow university students. "Want anything to drink before I go?" She asked them, trying to be as nice as she could. The situation was growing more tacky by the minute and suddenly she did find it a good idea to escape upstairs.

However, Jungkook couldn't help but feel two things. One, Yoongi was seriously more than just a problem and two, Yeri was hot as fuck when she was mad. Him and Jimin had asked for water, and as she got out the cups Yoongi once again had to make another inappropriate comment.

"Yeri, I have hands you know. I can serve my guests without you," he said, but as contradiction he made his way to the couch and grabbed a packet of cigarettes and a lighter.

Handing the two cups she smiled at them before twirling lightly on her feet in his direction. "Yeah, evidently," before heading towards the stairs. "If you two need anything just give me a shout in my room." She gave an almost flirtatious smile that made Jungkook's heart pound more than it should before running upstairs.

Jungkook thought it'd be better not to express the hots he had for Yeri in front of Yoongi, but he made sure to bring it up with Jimin later on if he was feeling confident. The three young adults sat themselves on the sofa, with Yoongi turning on the TV and reaching under the table for his tobacco and blunt wraps. Both Jimin and Jungkook eyed him with narrow eyes before Jimin spoke up.

"Still smoking, hey?" Jimin sadly noted as Yoongi began rolling, but all the elder did was snort.

"Yeah, and I can't fucking stop," he swore before twisting the edge.

Jungkook frowned as he watched him put the roll to his lips and fished for a lighter. The smell irked him but he had to make it seem like it was okay so instead he gulped a big portion of his water down his throat. Jimin knew Jungkook had nothing to say so he decided he'd do all the talking instead.

Yoongi puffed once. "So, you guys started class today, huh? Any fun?"

"Yeah, it's pretty good since we got all the guys with us and there's some cute girls so I'm pretty happy," Jimin chuckled despite the unfortunate situation in front of him. "You heard from anyone?"

"By anyone you mean my sorry-ass friends or employers?" Yoongi asked.

"Both."

It was then that Yoongi took an unusually long puff before letting the smoke fill the air in front of him. "No one but Jin's contacting me at the moment. The only guy who still hangs with me despite the mess I'm in. Of course, I'll have a joint session with the other guys but I really need to stop hanging out with them..."

And Jimin and Jungkook both knew by seeing the slight tremor in his hands. They both remained silent until he continued to speak.

"I don't mean to shout at Yeri all the time... it's just that I'm always so agitated. I always have too much in my mind and it fucking drives me nuts that the only thing I'm good at right now is rolling a perfect blunt and downing a shot like some kind of pro," he chuckled emotionlessly but neither of the two boys laughed.

How could he see happiness in his wrong doings?

"Don't drink or smoke you guys... It'll fucking kill you," he deadpanned and all they could do say was 'hm' very lightly because they've been told countless times by their parents that either of the two led to no good.

Moderate drinking was fine, they knew, but even that had its limits till a certain amount wasn't okay.

"Have you tried-"

"Jesus, fuck, Jimin,' he interrupted. "I've tried just about everything and all it leads to is unfinished therapy sessions, fights or one night stands. I don't know how I can stop," he said, almost raising his voice but stopping himself. The drama on the TV was the last of everyone's interest as Yoongi closed his eyes as silent redemption. "You guys should go, maybe come back when I'm in a better position," he muttered after turning off the TV.

Jungkook pressed his lips together. "Is there really no way we can help?"

But all he got was an empty chuckle from the elder as he burnt out his joint. "Help me by getting me a job, kid. But you and I both know you're incapable of doing that."

Jungkook ignored the sting in his words as Yoongi didn't even spare him a glance in his sentence. Even insulting Jimin, he ringed his hands together as he got up, signalling that Jungkook should get up too.

"I guess we should get going then, huh?" Jimin asked Jungkook who nodded silently. "It was nice seeing you anyway, hyung. Just give us a call if you need anything. I'm sure the others would like to see your face once in a while too."

Yoongi stood up dazed in the midst of his high, reaching out to slap them both on the back a bit too hard. "Yeah, sure. Thanks for stopping by for a mess like me," he lazily grinned whilst pushing them out.

Suddenly in his grasp, Jungkook turned around. "Er, hyung, where's your toilet?'

Yoongi had mentioned it was upstairs on the right side before Jungkook thanked him and jogged upstairs with Jimin waiting by the door. He found the bathroom and just before he could walk towards it, a door opened to his left.

"Oh, Jungkook! You're still here," Yeri smiled, her door half open with soft music playing from her laptop. "You wanted to use the toilet?"

The boy couldn't help but dart his eyes to her room, a pastel mint green colour on the walls and various pictures as well as her queen-sized bed. He racked his brain for a coherent answer. "Yeah, did you want to use it first?"

Yeri chuckled before shaking her head and smiling at him. "You can use it first, you're the guest."

Jungkook was going to retort but he realized it'd be stupid to do so, so instead she went back in her room as he went and relieved himself in the toilet. When he came out he thought about going back downstairs, but thought it'd be rude not to say goodbye so he gave soft knocks on her bedroom door to which she walked up and opened it widely.

"Thanks for letting us in, we're just about to head off now," he said, trying hard not to obviously scan her room. "You have a nice room by the way."

Yeri grinned. "Thanks and that's okay, you're welcome again since you're good friends with my brother. Maybe next time you could visit me instead," she deviously joked, resulting in both of them laughing.

That was when Jungkook began to rub the back of his neck, showing the taut muscles of his arms that had Yeri staring with a sudden intensity, making her cheeks blush a rosy color. "Actually... I was wondering if you'd like to have lunch together tomorrow? On campus?" He suggested, before suddenly saying, "If you're not busy of course."

He couldn't believe he did that, but if he didn't then how else would he get to know her?

#jungkook scenario #jungkook scenarios #jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook fluff #jungkook smut #bts #bts scenarios #bangtan #jungkook fanfic

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aubreypara-archive · 7 years ago

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japan adventures ~ aubrey and dan ~ 01/01/2018

Aubrey and Dan had reconvened the next afternoon, giving herself a little bit of time to cover up the mess that was her hangover. Groaning, she clutched a cup of coffee she had picked up from the hotel lobby, making way to where she and Dan agreed to meet up at. She had sunglasses on in attempts to shield herself from that god awful light endured headache and she spotted Dan. Power walking over to him, she tapped on his shoulder, quickly moving in front of him when he’d looked back. “Boo! Saw you kissing someone last night, how’d that go?” She questioned, feeling an odd pang of jealousy.

Dan had maybe overdone it the night before, ditching out of the party after a while to smoke a joint with Brendon and Frank, grabbing a bite to eat. But he would admit that it had helped his hangover that he’d gotten something greasy late at night. He pulled his beanie on, his scarf and his sunglasses and made his way to the spot he’d said he’d meet Aubrey. He’d missed her in the chaos that was New Years, but he was happy they spoke most of the night and they’d be hanging out today. A sappy part of him thought of her and his brain yelled at him that’s my best friend I love her. He blushed at the idea that she’d become so important to him. He was taken by surprise as she tapped his shoulder and moved in front of him, but he beamed at her nonetheless. “God, I’m too hungover, don’t you ‘boo’ at me, you monster.” He took his hand through his hair and laughed softly. “I did yeah. But he was so unresponsive it was unreal. He wasn’t into it, I wasn’t into it. It was a clusterfuck. I might as well have kissed a statue. At least they’d be a little hard. I saw you kissing someone too. How was that?” And he hoped she’d say something like ‘not as good as you’ and he internally chastised himself. He’d been jealous all morning even if he’d tried telling himself he wasn’t. He wanted to be the one kissing her at midnight and ruining that lipstick.

Aubrey shrugged her shoulders at his question. “Eh, it was a kiss.” She laughed, a little relieved at the mention that he and Alex hadn’t hit it off like that. And for a minute she wondered if it would have been better if they kicked off the new year kissing each other. Shaking the thought off, she eyed him, tilting her sunglasses up to get a good look at him. “You look awful, like you got hit by a train awful. What the fuck did you do last night?” Maybe he had gone out with Alex... maybe the kids hadn’t been great but maybe other things had been great. She almost regretted heading back up to her hotel room with two bottles of champagne stashed in her purse and spending the rest of her night alone with both said bottles.

“It was just a kiss?” He almost laughed in relief. “Well at least I’m still the champ at messing up that red lipstick.” He snorted and shrugged. “The honest truth? Don’t judge me ok? I smoked a joint with Brendon and Frank and went on the hunt for greasy food with them which is probably the only reason I’m up right now because I was double fisting wine glasses last night. Then I passed out in my contacts, hence why I look like one of your evil minions from the underworld today with this bloodshot mess.” And he pulled his glasses off and winked at her. “Sexy huh? This pink eye get you goin cause darling I’ve got plenty of it.” He snorted and offered his arm out to her. “I wish I’d have woken up in your bed, I could have scared you looking like something from the exorcist.”

“You got high? And without me?” She placed her hand over her chest dramatically, an overly animated display of faux betrayal. She clutched her chest, one hand coming up to press against her forehead making a disappointed sound. Standing straight she approached him, her hand fisting in his sweater and the other coming up to pat his cheek. “But the most handsome evil minion.” Aubrey laughed, taking him in, in his glasses. He was kinda cute. “Uh, I’m glad you didn’t, I was really living up to my demon self. I toughed our the contacts and makeup for you.•

He snorted. “I’m sure you can think of a way for me to make it up to you.” With a smirk, he couldn’t help but place his hands on her hips, his fingers dipping under the waistband of her pants while he tugged her close. Her hand in his sweater made him suck in a breath while she complimented him. “Handsome hm? I thought I was feo,” he joked. “You didn’t have to tough it out for me, I think you’re gorgeous no matter what you have on. Don’t forget, I’ve seen you in every manner of made up and undressed now.”

“Yeah,” She leaned up on her toes, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, “You can eat me out.” As soon as the last word left her lips, Aubrey stepped back, a wide grin on her face. “It is ugly, feo. But sometimes I gotta be nice to you. I can’t always be an abusive bitch.” She slid her arm through his, a soft blush dusting her cheeks as he spoke. She wasn’t sure about this banter between them, or how many lines they’d cross with each other but she found herself wanting to push the buttons more and more. “Not quite everything. You haven’t seen everything until you’ve seen me puking in the toilet or fuck, like what if I was coked out? Imagine?”

He swallowed hard, imagining shoving her down on the hotel bed and eating her out, her legs over his shoulders and her hands fisted in his hair. “Yeah? Well I’ll make sure not to order room service tonight if I’m gonna eat that well.” He laughed, his ears pink and he started off in the direction of food and adventure. He gently laced her hand in his. This relationship had changed, they weren’t just friends holding hands anymore but maybe that’s what made it so exciting; he was holding her hand and talking about all the filthy things they could get up to behind closed doors. “I’ve seen the puking. But not the coked out. Good lord, imagine. The whole town would be up in flames,” he teased. “But it could be pretty fun in bed,” he said fake thoughtful as he stroked his chin.

She smiled, shrugging her shoulders lightly. “I don’t think I’ll have to remind you, I think you’ll be looking forward to it.” She teased, her body becoming a little warmer at the thought. Her fingers laced easily with his, It was comfortable, and if anyone questioned them, they were just best friends. Which, they were, just a different kind of best friends... the kind that couldn’t keep their hands off of each other and she began to wonder when exactly their resolve broke. “Maybe not coke, babe... maybe something more psychedelic. Anyway, if you really wanted to go that way I know where we could get some good stuff from.” Aubrey smirked, her hand tightening in his.

He bumped her shoulder with his and gave her a surprised look. “Wait you know where to get psychedelic drugs from? And I’m just now being told about this? You’re awful, holding out on me. And here I thought we were friends.” He found an alleyway between buildings and tugged her into it with him, pushing her against the brick wall and kissing her roughly, his hands wandering before he pulled back. “Sorry, I had to. I think I’m good now,” he said with a lick of his lips before he heard his phone ringing in his coat pocket. He didn’t want to pull away to answer it, keeping her pressed to the wall instead.

Aubrey merely shrugged, smiling softly. She wasn’t about to tell him that Jax dabbled in creating his own heavy psychedelic drugs, but she did have an in to the good shit and could provide. “I’ve got an inner circle or something like that. Been running with ‘bad’ crowds my whole life.” She glanced up at him momentarily before she was gasping into his lips, her hands instantly moving to grip at his clothing and pulling him close to her as she moved her lips against his. Aubrey groaned audibly when he answered the phone, smirked, she leaned up pressing her lips to his neck, nipping at his skin. “Pay attention to me. You can’t get a girl excited like that and leave me hanging.”

He groaned softly as he looked at the display on his phone and realized it was his ex wife. He answered it, but kept Aubrey pressed up against the wall, rolling his hips lazily against hers, his other hand slipping under her coat and shirt. “I’ll still give you plenty of attention, don’t worry,” he smirked and then said, voice dropping it’s low aroused honeyed quality, and veering into exasperated, “No, not you. What do you need?” After a beat, he sounded a little more concerned. “Are the kids ok? Ok good.” He managed to slip his hand under her bra, casually rolling her nipple under his thumb. “Then yes I’ll call them in a few minutes to FaceTime. Tell them I love them. Ok.” And he ended the call and stuffed his phone back in his pocket, his attention back on Aubrey and he kissed her again, desperately and rough. “Sorry, now what’s this about getting you excited?”

She bit her lip, letting out a loud and obnoxious moan, the minute she realized it was his ex wife on the line. A playful, mischievous glint in her honey brown eyes, leaning her head back against the wall behind her. “Mmmm, Dan.” Aubrey panted, her voice raising a few octaves in pitch, smiling brightly at him. She licked her lips, then threw her head back in laughter when he’d hung up on her. Pushing her hips up into his, “I said,” Aubrey leaned up, pulling his lips back to hers, “That you can’t go getting me all excited and not deliver. That’s not how this works.”

He snorted and mumbled against her lips, “She heard you, you know and I for one am proud.” With a smirk, he let his lips trail down her jaw, to her neck and he bit down gently, teasing her as he rocked his hips into her. “And how exactly would you like me to deliver hm? You want me to fuck you against this wall?” And just as he was getting into it, his phone rang again. “For the love of Christ, what does she want now?” He was tempted to not answer, instead continuing to roll her rosy nipples under his fingers, letting it ring.

“It’d be too cold, teenager way It this go.” She mumbled, rolling her hips into his. Internally cursing the biting cold weather and the way she’d had to wear layers and pants. Aubrey tugged on the belt loops of his pants, an annoyed sound escaping her lips when she felt the vibration of his phone pressed against her. “Answer her and tell her she doesn’t own you anymore. Fuck.” She rolled her eyes, tugging roughly on his clothing. She leaned up again and kissed him hard, a little peeved that his ex had been calling him non stop.

He snickered against her lips and pulled his phone out. “I was planning to hit ignore, but would you like to do the honors and tell her yourself?” He let her tug his clothes and he felt an even harder pang of lust in his stomach. “Fuck,” he breathed out against her lips and rocked his hips harder to hers, embarrassingly turned on by dry humping like teenagers after school.

She exhaled heavily, blindly reaching for his phone and answering. She pulled the phone away from her ear upon answering, his ex already shrieking expletives into the phone. Aubrey rolled her eyes, a whimper escaping her lips as he rolled against her harder. “Can you, fuck...” Aubrey breathed out, biting down hard on her lower lip, no doubt her panties already soaked from the rough friction. “Dan, shit. Hang on...” she shifted, parting her legs and closing any space left between them. “Hey lady, can you like... let him fuck me. He’ll cal you back when he’s done.” Aubrey hung up quick and slid the phone into his back pocket and pressing her lips to his neck to muffle a moan.

His eyebrows raised and he gave her a sharp laugh, his eyes bright and mischievous before she pulled him into a rough kiss. “I can’t believe you told her to let me fuck you, you’re fucking amazing,” he muffled against her lips in a deep kiss, his tongue playing against hers and he tugged her bottom lip hard. The new angle, pressed up against her as close as they could get was amazing and he felt his cock dripping through his boxers, no doubt smearing a wet spot on the front. “Fuck, I could literally cum like this babe,” he breathed out and his hips stuttered in their rhythm, just desperately rutting against her his hand tangled in her hair and his lips smashed to hers.

She laughed into their kiss, her fingers carding through his hair, tugging roughly at the strands. Her tongue played and moved alongside his, humming lightly at his delightful taste and warmth. “She’s going to know it was me... probably.” Aubrey breathed out, moaning as he rubbed against her. The rough fabric of their jeans rubbing against her, and pulling a pleasured cry from the back of her throat. “She keeps fucking bugging you, it’s annoying.” Her hand traveled between them, rubbing against him and feeling a damp spot in the front of his jeans, “Cum for me, Dan, come on.” Aubrey pulled back, tugging playfully on his lower lip. “Come on Daddy, then we can explore and eat lunch and you can have dessert and play with me later.”

Her fingers in his hair was pure bliss and he moaned harshly as she tugged, the action going right to his cock and he didn’t care if his ex knew it was her. He didn’t care if anyone knew it was her making him desperately claw at her hips, holding her tight to the wall as he listened to her moaning and gasping and crying out with each roll of their hips. Her hand against his sensitive head, even through the fabric of his jeans was hot and amazing and he pressed his face into her neck, muffling a moan at her words. ‘Come on daddy’ he clenched his fingers in her jacket. ‘We can explore and eat lunch and you can have dessert and play with me later’ and that was all it took, the promise of having her to himself for the afternoon, of being out with her and teasing her and playing with her and her pretty smile while he fed her dessert had him coming hard, his legs shaking with the effort of keeping them upright. “Fuck Aubs,” he panted against her neck, his hair a little sweaty and his eyes closed.

Her hands were quick and they moved everywhere. Something people wouldn’t expect from her at first glance, she was very touchy. She she dragged her pointer finger from his chest all the way up to his chin, her fingers gently gripping at his jaw and turning his face up to look at her. “Better, Daddy?” She hummed, her eyes still lit up mischievously and that wide smile etched onto her face. “Hmm? Later, back at the hotel, you can have dessert,” Aubrey winked, letting go of his face and moving her hands to tug at his sweater and adjust his clothing as best she could before moving to fix her own a little. Her expression and tone of voice regaining its usual ‘in public’ look, running a hand through his messed up hair. “I’m gonna need you to get it together, babe. And probably call your ex again so you can talk to your kids. Got it?” One of her hands came up to pat his cheek a little roughly, something between a pat and a smack, leaning up to kiss his lips briefly before spinning out from between him and the wall.

He sighed softly, looking down at his jeans. “Much better but I can already tell I’m gonna be sticky and uncomfortable but It was worth it.” Her light smack to his cheek had him smiling at her, goofy and stupid as he gently ran a hand through her hair. “I’m gonna be holding you to the hotel thing.” He pushed his hair out of his face and grabbed for his phone, groaning as he did. “I’m calling back, I just don’t wanna hear her banshee wails.” He snorted as he held the phone up to his ear. “Yes hi. No, I don’t wanna speak with you, put my children on the phone.” A beat and his face looked angry. “No I’m not doing this right now, switch to FaceTime and give the kids the phone.” He rolled his eyes and snorted again as he took Aubrey’s hand. “Hey kiddos!” He said excitedly as he switched on FaceTime. “Guess who I’m playing in Japan with? “ and he turned the phone to Aubrey, listening to the happy chaos as they tried to say hi.

“Have I ever let you down?” She gave him a look, rolling her eyes at him playfully. She cringed a little at the sound of his ex’s voice coming through the speaker, loud enough that Dan didn’t even need the speakerphone for her to hear the woman complaining. “Why does she wanna hear about your sex life so bad, damn. If she didn’t give it to ya good while she had you.” Aubrey rolled her eyes, leaning against the brick wall of the alley, and taking his hand, pulling him out towards the shops. She smiled when he had brought her up to the kids, watching how his face instantly lit up speaking to them. It was kinda cute, seeing how happy and committed he was to those tiny lives her helped create. Aubrey heard her name from the three kids, screaming hellos her her and she smiled brightly, waving at the three. “Hey guys!!! It’s so cool here. Your dad and I are gonna bring back so much good sh-stuff! Any requests?”

He snorted as she tried to stop from cursing. He held her hand tighter, her hand so warm and soft in his while they walked. It was adorable really, to watch them so excited to talk to her. And to see Aubrey do good with them. He didn’t know what the weird feeling was in his chest but he quickly stamped it down, something fuzzy and warm and domestic. He shook his head and leaned into the frame. “Yeah what can we bro g you back?” He watched willow co wider it and she yelled out “A panda bear! I want a panda stuffed animal.” He beamed at her. “You have so many, you sure you want another stuffed animal?” She nodded.

Aubrey turned to glare at Dan and shoved her hand in his face. “Of course we’ll bring back a panda bear. Your dad is being a party pooper. I’ll bring you the biggest panda bear.” She grinned, turning her attention back to the phone as she walked off with it, turning the camera away from her face and towards the street. She showed the kids the little store fronts and displays that were around explaining what each one was to them. “There’s so much cool stuff in these stores!” She exclaimed, bouncing on her toes, the phone shaking lightly in her hands. She turned the screen back to her, turning around and looking for Dan. “I think I lost your dad.”Jan 2, 9:39 PM

He watched her run off with his phone, promising her a giant bear and he rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t have hid his smile. She was going a lot faster than he could walk and he tried to keep up but he gave up and laughed, stopping at a street vendor to get hot chocolate. He finally found her near a little niche shop full of souvenirs and he caught up to her, saying as he panted slightly and handed her a cup, “you stole my children and ran off. If I didn’t k ow any better I’d think you were trying to become the favorite. And just leave me in your dust.” He wanted to say more but he caught himself, remembering to keep the teasing PG.

“There he is!” She grinned, turning that she could get Dan in the frame also. Graciously accepting the warm cup of cocoa. Taking a sip, she smiled, handing the phone back to him and shrugging. She leaned into the frame, still speaking to the children, “You don’t know better than...” Aubrey rolled her eyes at him, shoving him gently. “I am trying to become the favorite and leave you in my dust. Is it working, kids?” She pointed to the phone, in his son’s general direction, “Hey name twin we got a movie date when we get back from tour!” She hopped excitedly, moving out of the frame to take a seat on a bench nearby.

“Yay!” Aubrey yelled excitedly that he was getting his ‘date’. Dan snorted and added, “Hey you wanna be a real gentleman and I’ll even give you the money to buy her popcorn and a drink. Ladies love it.” He was beaming at them, couldn’t stop smiling and he wished so much that they were with him and Aubrey, holding hands and exploring each store. He wanted custody more than he could ever remember wanting it. “I love you guys. Very much. And I miss you,” he said softly. “I’ll bring back as much as I can fit in this suitcase and I’ll buy a second one if I can. We’ll take you here one day.” And he pointed the phone at Aubrey again. “You ready to find this bear you promised? I hope you know she’s holding you to it,” he laughed. He sat next to her and placed his arm on the back of the bench around her shoulders. “Anything else you wanna add before we go on the hunt for souvenirs?”

Aubrey shook her head, waving goodbye to the kids and blowing a kiss at them. She’d only really spent that one night with them, but she had so much fun with them and Dan that she found herself wanting to hang out with them more and more. “I promise I’ll get that bear, scouts honor!” She grinned, leaning her head on Dan’s shoulder. She sipped at her hot chocolate, content with just sitting and resting against him for a moment. “You think she’d let you bring them to Japan... I mean, it’s awfully far from home. She’d probably request coming with.”

He sighed softly as he put his phone away. “I don’t know. I hope she would.. I mean if it’s my week with them I can’t see why I wouldn’t be allowed. I want custody, Aubrey. I really really do,” he said softly and looked down at his hands, his mouth turned down into a small frown. “She can fuck off, she’s not coming to Japan,” he said after a moment, voice deadpan and he looked down at Aubrey, breaking into a soft laugh. “Can you see me dealing with that? I’d go find that forest that people go to around here to hang themselves. At least if it was with you, I’d have a blast. I know they’d love it. So no if I do it, it’s gonna be with someone I actually want to explore with.”

“I think if you work at it, you’ll get it. Besides, he’s not very attentive of them anyway.. I’m sure you could build up a case against her. I mean, Christmas was a pretty shitty time for her to just abandon them like she did.” Aubrey’s voice was soft and serious, and her free hand patted his thigh, giving him a gentle squeeze. She hated seeing Dan get so upset, but he had his reasons, valid reasons and she’d do whatever for him if he’d ask. “I think she’d just want to make sure you’re not screwing random girls in alleyways.” She laughed, shaking her head. “We did kinda piss her off back there... but then again, she shouldn’t be calling you so much. She’s ex wife, not current wife and doesn’t need to be all up on your dick all the time.” She shrugged, frowning a bit, “Mmm, definitely can’t let you go there, nope. So I guess no ex wife allowed.”

With a soft laugh, he replied, pulling her closer and gently kissing her head, quick and subtle. “We pissed her off sure, but she pissed me when I walked in on her and someone else when I came home early from filming so I think we’re even.” He laughed, obviously not actually bothered by it, having not really cared all that much when she had done that. At least it was the confirmation that they needed a divorce. “I’ll fuck you in an alley any day.” Her hand on his thigh was nice and comforting and he placed his hand on hers. “Thanks. I’m glad you won’t leave me alone to wander through a different country with a banshee. And for the pep talk. I think I’ll call my lawyer when I get back and see what I can do.” He gulped his hot chocolate and asked, “so are you finding this bear? You have a big task you’ve taken on. I don’t know if you can handle it.”

Aubrey wondered for a minute if it was still something that hurt him and if his anger towards his wife was just built up hurt. And for a second she felt her chest tighten, only to relax when she heard him laugh. “She had the nerve to cheat and the she gets mad when you’re having sex with someone?” She found it a little bit ridiculous, how much this woman had wanted to control Dan when a, she was in a relationship and b, she’d cheated on him. It didn’t make sense to her and she wondered if there was any intention of getting back with him if she could. “I wouldn’t let you suffer at the hand if another woman, that’s my job.” Aubrey grinned, scooting forward and hopping off the bench, her hand in Dan’s tugging him up with her. “There’s nothing i can’t handle. I’m gonna get her the biggest bear. You watch.”

“Does this suffering you’re saying is your job also involve stepping on me in a pair of stilettos? That’s the kind of suffering I’m here for.” He gave her a playful nudge with his shoulder as she pulled him up, wrapping his arms around her for a moment and pretending to topple them over. “So you’re saying you can handle big things. Good to know.” He straightened up and took her hand again, grabbing his coffee and walking with her towards the shops. “You’re good with the kids.” And he wasn’t sure why he blurted that out, maybe he just wanted to let her know that she was good for them or maybe he wanted her to stick around for them. But he swallowed hard and shrugged. “They like people alright but they don’t take to anyone really. Her boyfriend especially so it’s nice that they have at least one parent that surrounds themselves with good people.”

“Oh so that’s how you wanna go? Being stepped on in a pair of stilettos.” She laughed covering her mouth and muffling the sound. Glancing over to him, she just shook her head. Their playful, flirtatious banter was fun and them. And she enjoyed it, despite not being the overly affectionate type, it was different with Dan. “I thought you knew this? Thought we tested that theory already?” She was tugging him along, stopping every now and then to look in the window of the toy shops, peeking in to see if she could spot a bear she deemed big enough for Willow. Aubrey’s cheeks turned a little red, feeling the warmth from his sudden compliment. “I.. uh, I like kids. Your kids are pretty cool, too.” She shrugged, playing it off as if it wasn’t something that was much of a big deal. “Kids are smart. They know who really cares and who’s just pretending for the sake of it. You can’t fool a child.”

“You definitely can’t fool mine. They’re very smart. Did you know that Willow won her school spelling bee and that Aubrey can read at a third grade level?” And he blushed realizing he was gushing. He smiled down at her and added, “Sorry, I’m being a total nerd.” He finished his hot cocoa and squeezed her hand gently. “You’ll understand when you have kids one day, it’s like part of you turns into this mush machine.” He snorted and stopped in his tracks. “That’s a pikachu onesie and I really have this weird urge to see you in it..” he said with a confused sort of smile. “I have no idea why I just think you’d be the most adorable, yet terrifying pikachu?”

Aubrey watched how he lit up talking about his kids. Brining up Willow’s spelling bee victory and Aubrey’s impressing reading level. His smile was infectious, as was his mood, and she couldn’t help but grin alongside him. Listening intently to all of their accomplishments. She nudged him with her elbow, smiling up at him. “They’ve got a pretty smart dad, it’d be a shame if they didn’t inherit any of his brains.” She laughed a little, walking alongside him comfortably and contently. “Seriously, though. They take after you a lot. They’re good kids.” Aubrey’s gaze followed his, landing on the assortment of cartoon themed onesies and laughing. “If anything I’d be charmander because he’s fuego, come on, Dan. Or maybe hello kitty... it’d match my panty choice of the day.”

Her compliment made him blush and he swung her hand as they walked. His brain short circuited at the idea of hello kitty panties. “You’re wearing hello kitty panties?” He snorted and leaned close to whisper, “I bet they’re wet now though. Did I help with that?” He held up a onesie. “Try one on, babe. I want a picture so I can show everyone at work what you’re like when you’re being a dork. Don’t even try to hide it, you’re a raging nerd and wanna be a Pokémon.”

“Yeah, wanna see?” She teased, her snickering stopping once he’d questioned if they were wet. “Mmm, they are. But you’re gonna fix that later, right? Clean up the mess you made?” Aubrey was determined to keep the ball in her court, to maintain the upper hand on him. She was a little caught off guard at him calling her babe outside of a sexual setting, raising an eyebrow at him, but smiling nonetheless. “Not unless you try one on with me.....” she paused, smirking. “Sneak Into the same room.”

He pet the soft onesie in his hands, his fingers tightening on the material when she asked him if he’d clean her up later. “Only if you let me clean up with my tongue.” He swallowed, his heart beating a little faster at the thought. She was definitely the one in control, as suave as he tried to act. One sentence and she had him practically drooling like a damn dog. He snickered. “You just want me to look like an idiot. If I go in there with you, you’ll just strip down and tease me mercilessly. I know you.” But he snorted and placed his hand on her lower back, playfully pushing her to the dressing room. “But I’ll do it anyway.”

Aubrey took the onesie from him, turning and allowing him to push her off in the direction of the fitting rooms. She shrugged, tossing a wink over her shoulder. “You know me so well. I will strip down and tease you mercilessly, but I’m also going to put on this thing for you.” She laughed, holding up the plush pikachu onesie. She waited for the lady to have her back turned to her, and pulled Dan in by his jacket, “which one did you grab for yourself?” She began pulling off her jacket and tossing it to the floor.

He snickered, tryin to be quiet as she tugged him into the room too. “I think it’s a cow,” he said as he looked at the spots on it. “Fitting. I used to be a cow,” he laughed and ran his hand through his hair. He watched her stripping down, and he couldn’t look away, his fingers fumbling with the onesie before he started tugging his own jacket off. “Am I really putting this thing on, babe? I sorta just wanted to watch you change like a pervert.”

She rolled her eyes at him, laughing a little at his self depreciating humor, but still giving him a hard shove. “Shut up and pit the thing on.” She stripped down to her plain black bra and cheeky hello kitty undies, turning around slowly in front of him, “I wasn’t kidding, they are hello kitty.” Aubrey tugged at the lace elastic band up top, still holding the onesie in one hand. She bent over, being obnoxious about the whole thing and slipping her legs into the outfit before pulling it up all the way, not yet zipping it shut. “Nope, babe... or perv, whichever, you gotta put it on too. What you thought I’d let you take pictures at no equal cost?”

With a mock sigh of exasperation he started pulling his jeans down, and his sweater off, down to just his black boxers and grey T-shirt. He was a little embarrassed that his boxers were now stained and he blushed bright red, holding the onesie up in front of him. He turned to watch her changing, his gaze falling to where she was cheekily playing with her panties. She definitely put on a show and he stared open mouthed as she bent over. “You’re terrible. I feel like I should be slipping a single into your thong.” he quickly pulled the onesie on, hiding his semi boner. “I look like an idiot. Here,” and he pushed her lightly up against the wall, his arms around her as slowly pulled her zipper up. “You look stunning.”

Aubrey looked him up and down, a smug look on her face at the stain on his boxers, her hands curling in the fabric of his t-shirt for a moment. “Did I do that, hm?” Her tone airy and light, stepping away from him, and laughing as he slipped on the onesie. “It’s cute, you have to get it.” She giggled, the giggles turning into full blown laughter when he told her she looked stunning. “Stunning?” She snorted, catching her breath. “So I make a hot pikachu? Is this one of your fantasies? A hot pikachu?”

“A hot mess pikachu is definitely up my alley. I didn’t star in the worlds biggest furry film for nothing.” He laughed and took a step back, pulling out his camera. He laughed hard, before trying to school his features into mock seriousness, placing his hand over hjs heart. “You’re honestly truly a vision. You should wear that to your wedding actually.” He ran his hand through his hair. “I envy the man that gets to stand opposite you at the altar.” And he was joking but then suddenly it seemed like he’d blurted out something weird, even for him and he coughed, babbling quickly to cover it up. “The honeymoon would just be playing Pokémon go for a week.”

She laughed, leaning against the wall opposite of him, shaking her head, “I wonder if they have any beast onesies... if those exist you should get one, or the next closest thing, Chewie.” She posed obnoxiously for a few shots before unzipping the onesie, still dressed in it. “Yeah? So I should trade out the traditional wedding dress for this? Sounds fitting. I could work it.” Aubrey paused, not sure how to respond to what came out of his mouth next. It was rare that Dan would leave her without a witty remark, but this was one of those moments where she really wasn’t sure what to say to him. “Yeah, my hypothetical husband would spend a week in a cliche place like fucking, Hawaii or something chasing after a ‘jiggly butt’. I’m sad this didn’t exist when Andy and April got married, this would have been very much their brand.” She laughed, reaching for her clothing to change out of the pikachu wear.

He felt a pang of jealousy for some reason but he had no idea that was what it was, thinking of her marrying Chris. It was his character, Christ almighty but he was jealous. Which led to him saying more that he’d get to feel weird about later but he played it off, teasing and stupid like he always did about sex. Besides, it was hypothetical right? “Nah I think it’s better for it to be saved for your hypothetical wedding in which I’ll crash it and run away with the bride in matching onesies. Except I’ll be charmander and you can deal with exceptional amounts of jealousy that I won’t switch with you.” He held her shirt up and hid it behind his back. Looking down at her smugly. “I don’t think you should get dressed. I think,” and he leaned forward, capturing her lips in a soft kiss, sweeping his tongue against her lower lip. “You should kiss me instead,” he mumbled against her lips.

“How could you!” She clutched her chest in mock betrayal, smiling at him. “You won’t let me be charmander? Even when you’re kidnapping me on my wedding day? Some best friend you are.” And she laughed, her face bright and happy, as it was often times when she was around him. Aubrey furrowed her brows, reaching forward for her shirt and watching as he inched closer to her, closing in on her space. “Mmph.” Her arms involuntarily reached up to wrap around his neck, pulling him down into her. Her lips stretching out into a smile as he kissed her. “Bold. Kissing me half naked in a public dressing room.” She grinned, her teeth grazing his lower lip.

He smirked against her lips and slipped his hands into the onesie, slowly pushing it off her shoulders, his fingertips tracing patterns on her ribs and her sides, inching slowly up her chest. “No, rutting against you in a public alley was bold. This is just sneaky.” And he leaned into the kiss, only pulling away when he realized he wouldn’t want to stop if they kept up. “You might be the best kisser I’ve ever kissed,” he said as they broke apart for air. “And I’m not even being an arse. I mean it,” and he traced her lip with his thumb, slowly pushing it into her mouth, the pad of his finger on her tongue and pressing down softly.

She leaned forward, a frown on her lips when he pulled away from her. Trying to go in for another kiss, but quickly becoming distracted by the gentle motions of his thumb tracing her lower lip. Aubrey gazed up at him through her lashes, her eyes bright and doe eyed as she sucked on his thumb. Her hand coming up to curl around his wrist and her tongue swirled around the digit, sucking lightly. A soft sound escaping her as she pulled back, pulling his thumb out of her mouth with a definitive popping sound. “I want to go back to the hotel.” She whispered, her hand still curled around his wrist, using her grip on him as leverage to lean up on her toes and kiss him hard. “We kind find the bear later, I want to have sex with you now.”

He couldn’t stop staring her soft pink lips wrapped around his thumb as she sucked, looking up at him with his long thick lashes and big bright eyes. His own were half lidded, his breathing coming harsher as she wrapped her hand around his wrist, and he thought about those long sexy nails clawing his back. He groaned softly and kissed back just as hard and needy, his other hand slipping beneath her bra and caressing her breast. “I agree, we can find a stuffed animal before we go home, I wanna pound your cute little pussy,” he whispered against the shell of her ear. “Cmon,” and he quickly undressed, pulling his clothes back on and adjusting himself with a heated glance at her. “I’m coming back for that onesie too, you looked adorable in it. Good for cuddling,” he said with a shrug before he was slipping out of the dressing room with a wink, pretending to have been waiting outside the whole time.

“Mmm, can’t wait.” She grinned, watching him redress and slip out the door. She quickly organized the onesies they weren’t purchasing, leaving them neatly folded on the bench in the room. Making quick work of sliding back into her clothing and multiple layers, ready to brace the cold for their short walk back to the hotel. Aubrey slid her hand into his, pulling him out of the store with a sudden urgency. “I want you to eat me first, can you do that, Daddy?” She tugged him along, taking the lead and expertly moving across the crowds of people. Almost as if she’d been there before and wasn’t just extremely impatient to get back to the room.

“Did you even need to ask?” He said, voice low and rough with arousal as she tugged him along back to the hotel. He was laughing as he pushed her into the lobby, slapping her ass lightly when they were out of view of the front desk. “I want to make you cry with how good I’m going to eat you, love.” he fumbled with the key card, handing it to her. “I promised to clean you up good didn’t I? And what kind of promise would I keep if I don’t lick every last inch of you?” He smirked and leaned on the doorframe.

Aubrey was already dripping with excitement and anticipation. Her hands shook a little and she fumbled to open the door, hardly waiting for him to shut the door, already pulling at her clothing when she made it inside. She tugged off the jacket, tossing it to the floor and stepped out of her boots, kicking them aside. Her sweater came next and then her jeans, remaining in just her panties and bra, urging him to come closer to her. “Don’t make me wait more, please. I’m so fucking wet and hot.”

His eyes widened at how fast she was undressing and it made him so hot and bothered that she wanted him, needed him so much. He tossed his jacket across the room, his jeans following and he kicked off his shoes as he made his way to her, just as desperate for her. But he could tease, considering she’d done it to him all day. He smirked and pushed her back towards bed, gripping the backs of her thighs and tugging, causing her to fall back onto the mattress. “Yeah? Tell daddy how bad you want it and I’ll consider it..” He gently urged her to spread her legs, crawling onto the bed between them, his hands kneading her thighs.

Immediately she leaned up on her elbows, looking down at him. He looked so good between her legs and she could really only think about how good it felt to have his hands gripping at her skin. She threw her head back with an irritated groan, her legs spread for him and no doubt noticeably wet. “But I’ve been so good.” Aubrey whined, slicing her hips further down on the bed, bringing them closer to him. “Please daddy, eat me. Please.”

He looked up at her through his lashes, his pupils dark with excitement as he dipped his head, pressing soft little kisses to her, the fabric of her panties damp against his lips. He took a deep breath and with a half smile, teasing and amused, he pressed a sloppy open mouthed kiss to her, sucking through the wet fabric, making it damp and hot with his mouth. “You want these off, sweetheart?” And he tugged her panties over her hips slowly, dragging it out before he couldn’t take it and urged her to put her legs over his shoulders, he stroked her thigh, as he buried his face against her, nuzzling and licking. “Don’t hold back either, wanna hear you. I want the whole hotel to hear you.”

Her fingers curled in his sheets, her head lulled back against the mattress whining at his teasing. “I made you cum earlier asshole, quit teasing and eat me.” Her legs snapped shut on his head lightly, digging into his shoulder blades with the heels of her feet. Aubrey parted her legs again, her fingers still gripping tightly at the sheets, sucking in a breath as he pulled off her panties and moved his lips on her. “Aw baby,” She groaned, “Don’t you wanna keep all my sweet sounds and moans all to yourself?”

He closed his eyes, making a soft moan in the back of his throat as he flicked his tongue in expert circles against her clit, his lips sucking against her in eager excitement. “That’s mine,” he breathed out, watching as she gripped the sheets hard and he grabbed at her hand, placing it in his hair. “That’s better. You taste so good,” he said with a soft desperate sound as he slipped his hand between her legs, sliding two fingers into her and curling them. He was rock hard and he couldn’t help the roll of his hips against the mattress. “You like that hm?”

“All yours.” She moaned out, her fingers curling into the strands of his hair and giving him a harsh tug. She was so responsive to his motions, moving from carding her fingers though his hair and giving him tugs. Aubrey’s hips bucked up against him, moaning loudly and calling out his name. Her lower lip caught between her lower lip, whimpering lightly. “God. Fuck.” Her feet digging into his shoulder blades and pulling him closer. “Babe you’re so good, fuck.”

Her compliment encouraged him. With a wet sloppy kiss, he pulled back, a trail of saliva between them and he wiped at his mouth, continuing to pump his fingers steadily. “You want me to make you cum like this first or you want me to fuck you? Your choice, love.” He smiled, his lips quirked into a smug little half smile and he dipped his head before he licked a hot stripe against her clit, meeting her eyes with a heated gaze. “You’re so fucking sexy, Aubrey. I don’t think you know,” he murmured and suckled at her. “Tell me what you want?”

She held herself up by her elbows, watching him move against her and it made her heart thump wildly in her chest. Her elbows shook beneath her weight, moaning out his name with a string of expletives tangled in between her moans. “Like this.” Aubrey’s arms gave out, landing into the mattress and sinking into the cushion. Her cheeks turned a bright shade of red at his compliments, feeling the rest of her body heat up and flush. “I want to cum like this and I want you to fuck me daddy.”

He growled low in his throat and he dove back in, burying his face against her, sloppy and wet and he grazed her very very lightly with his teeth, his fingers curling against her and searching for the spot that would have her hips coming off the bed and her legs quivering on his shoulders. He licked and sucked desperately, his other hand smoothed across her stomach up to her breasts and teasingly played with her nipples, loving the sounds she made and the way her fingers twisted in his hair. “Cmon babe, cum for daddy.”

The minute his lips connected back with her, she was back to writhing and moaning beneath him. His hot tongue making her stomach tighten and her fingers tugging roughly at his hair. One of her hands moved up to slide over his, moving his hand a little harder against her skin. She lifted her hips, rocking them into his mouth, desperate for more. Aubrey’s toes curled, her legs shaking and she was panting. Her chest heaving and feeling the warmth in her stomach spread along her entire body, his name spilling from her lips in a loud moan, close to a scream.

There was nothing better he thought as he watched her coming undone under his tongue and fingers and he moaned loud and harsh as he licked her through her orgasm, laving her with desperation and he pulled away, looking up at her flush chest and face and quickly pulled his shirt and boxers off, tossing them over the side of the bed and grabbing the condom he’d tossed on the bed next to her. He rolled it on with a groan, before he was on her again, holding her wrists above her head and he bit her lower lip, murmuring a “Turn over. Bite the pillow, darling.” And he smacked her hip lightly, a smirk on his face and he urged her to turn over, shoving a pillow under her hips.

Aubrey rolled over, obeying almost instantly and eagerly. She’d let him take control, and settled herself comfortably. She gripped a pillow, bringing it close to her face and lifting her ass up ever so slightly to give him a better angle. Her legs still shook, body still sensitive from the aftershocks of her first orgasm. His warm skin on hers making it feel like electric currents dancing along her skin. “Mm, daddy. Please. Please, be rough on me.”

He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “tap my arm twice if it’s too much but can I choke you?” He let his grip stay loose on her throat, his fingers restlessly tapping along her skin and he guided his cock to her slick pussy, slipping in easily and groaning as he did. “You’re so fucking.. tight.. Jesus.” He bit down on her shoulder blade, his teeth sharp and not that gentle. He started a steady pace, fucking her deep and hard, his lips smoothing over the bite mark he’d left on her shoulder. “Aubrey, fuck. I love fucking you, god,” he said his voice rough and low. “So good.”

She nodded her head, licking her lips and exhaling as he slipped into her. Groaning loudly at the feeling of his teeth sinking into her sensitive skin, her own teeth biting down on her lower lip. She clamped down hard, the pale pink skin turning white beneath the pressure. Aubrey pushed her hips back against his, her eyes rolling shut from the pleasure, a consistent string of ‘yes’es tumbling past her lips as her hands grilling tight against the pillow. For a split second she’d wondered how they hadn’t done this before, how they hadn’t known how sexually compatible they were. “Harder Daddy.” She moaned out, grinding her ass back against his hips.

The way she rolled her hips back against him with each deep and steady thrust, he was so aroused he didn’t know what he wanted, just everything all at once and he tightened his hand on her throat, sure he’d leave a bruise, her skin hot and pliant under his fingertips. She was so into it and he couldn’t believe he was lucky enough to be fucking her, that they finally took that step. Somehow he knew all along they’d be fire if they ever actually got in bed, the way they knew each other and the others wants and needs so well would translate to sex. He moaned harshly and bit down on her neck, then nibbled her ear, and the hand around her neck moved to tug her hair, pulling her into a deep kiss, awkward from the angle but hot and erotic. “You love it? You love how I give it to you?” He snapped his hips hard and fast, the bed frame creaking with the effort of fucking her. He was going to cum soon as much as he tried to hold off. “Aubs,” he whispered and moaned, a sharp needy sound.

“Spank me.” Her voice was soft and raspy and her hands stretched forward, clutching tightly at the sheets. She rocked back, bouncing her hips back against his and rotating them in a circular motion, desperate to build up more friction. Aubrey wanted more from him, she wanted the pleasurable and painful sting of his hands tightened against her or smacking against her soft skin. Her eyes rolling shut and lips parted open in a perfect circle, moaning out his name and nodding her head at his words. “I love it so much, daddy. You fuck me so good.” Her head resting against the pillow, eagerly spilling praises for him.

Her soft request had him sucking in a shocked breath, his hips stuttering before he regained composure. She wanted him to spank her and he had no idea he could be so turned on. He let go of her hair and pushed up, gripping her hips hard. She looked so needy and desperate, wanting him so much and he pulled his hand back, smacking her left cheek hard, not holding back knowing she’d say of it was too rough. He moaned softly, fucking her slower, deeper as he focused on landing another smack to her other cheek, a red print appearing. “You’re such a fucking gift you know it?” He laughed softly and smacked her ass again. “How many was that? Wanna go to five?” He rubbed her heated skin and picked up the pace, slamming into her.

Aubrey was coming undone beneath him, nothing but a mess of tremors and moans. She kept her hips moving, the coil in her stomach tightening and she nodded her head vigorously. “Yes, daddy. Please, more.” Her voice squeaked a bit, completely vulnerable and soft when they were like this. She pushed back against him, urging him to hit her again. Tilting her head back she exposed her neck to him, practically begging him to squeeze harder, to block her airways just a little bit. Her thighs were slick with her wetness, only growing wetter with each touch and pull, “More, please. Ohmygod.”

“Fuck, yeah whatever you want baby, whatever you want.” He bit down on her shoulder again, leaning on his elbow and wrapping his hand around her neck and squeezing harder, knowing he was blocking her airflow and she’d be purple under his fingertips. But at least he’d have marked her somehow. He landed another slap, this time even harder and adding to the red print on her cheek. Her skin was hot to the touch and he kissed below her ear, nuzzling his face against her as he pumped his hips faster, another smack resonating. “Fuck how have we never done this before now? You’re like my fucking kink queen right now.” He moaned out her name and bit his lip. “Cmon babe, you want more? Think you can handle another slap?”

Her lips parted and she gasped out for air, the pressure of his hand around her neck was painfully delightful. She struggled to take in gasps of air, rocking her hips back into his, desperately trying to keep up with his pace. She bit her lip, managing to let out another strangled, “Yes daddy, more.” Practically begging him to leave his fingertips and handprints marked onto her skin. She wanted to feel sore the next morning, to stay wrapped up with him and not have to do anything besides lay in bed taking in his warmth. “Don’t... know.” She moaned out, her legs beginning to quiver and falter in holding her up. “So good, don’t think I want you to stop fucking me.” Aubrey admitted from underneath him, her eyes rolling back. “Daddy I’m gonna fucking cum. Oh god.”

“I don’t wanna stop fucking you either baby, fuck.” And he could stay wrapped in her warmth all night, buried in her and his arms around her, his slick wet thighs sliding against him and her taking him in over and over for hours. He moaned loud and wiped at his sweaty hair, panting softly as he pulled his hand back and hit her red skin once more, soothingly caressing her cheek after and whispering “shh shh come on you can come. Come on, love.” And he pulled her back for a sloppy kiss, muffling his moan as he came hard, his vision blurring for a moment and his hand clenching on her throat. He came to and slipped his hand to her clit, stroking her hard and fast to bring her off. He just wanted to hold her through her orgasm and watch her shake in his arms, holding her under the sheets close to him until morning.

Aubrey’s lips smashed against his, so hard they hurt and she could barely tell of it was from all the rough kissing or how hard she had been biting down on her lower lip. Regardless, the plump pink flesh was undoubtedly a darker shade and swollen, but she didn’t mind it. Her mouth hung open, her tongue sliding out to swirl around his, taking in his taste and any bit of air that she could manage. The feeling of his cock pulsing and throbbing inside of her as he reached his climax, coupled with his fingers moving swift and hard against her clit had her letting out a scream, his name following close behind, panting hard as he legs shook and gave out beneath her. “Fuck Dan.” She murmured, her face muffled in the pillow. Body glistening with a thin layer of sweat, shaking in his arms as she tried to catch her breath.

He tried to catch his breath, letting go of her neck and flopping to the mattress beside her. With a soft laugh, he closed his eyes and let out a groan. “I’m gonna be sore tomorrow. And you’re gonna be bruised. And I need a smoke.” He fumbled on the table for a cigarette and a lighter, lighting it with shaky hands. “Goddamn Aubrey, we really went there,” he huffed a laugh around his cigarette. “Fuck. I think that’s the most intense sex I’ve ever had. I’m not even kidding.” He shakily exhaled and offered her the cigarette and gently rubbed her back where she laid in the mattress. “Here.” After a moment he asked with a little bit of shyness in his voice, “uh. Are you on birth control? I think we might have broke the condom..”

She clutched the pillow close to her, breathing out and trying to regain some sort of composure after that. Aubrey knew her body was going to ache the next morning. And that she’d be bruised all over, everywhere he touched, but she didn’t mind. There was makeup for that and scarves, thankful for Japan’s cold weather. She shook her head, declining the cigarette, not wanting to move. Especially not now that his hands were rubbing her back. “I’m pretty sure that was the hottest sex I’ve fucking had. I didn’t know you had it in you.” She teased, practically purring underneath his touch. “Mmmm, Yeah. We’re good. Double duty protection.” She snickered, stopping for a moment to move her head to face him. “How the fuck did we break the condom?”

He breathed out a sigh of relief. “I have no idea how we managed it. I guess too much friction?” He snickered and took a long drag, blowing it out and then playfully draping himself over her and continuing to run his fingertips across her back, pressing into her bruises. “Maybe we melted it.” He kissed her shoulder blade and sighed, lazy and content. He just wanted to hold her, loving how she felt pressed to his sweaty body, like warmth and a little sticky and she smelled like sex and was undoubtedly erotic. “I didn’t know I did either. I sort of though you might have had it in you, but I guess having me in you brought it all out.” He snorted. “I really didn’t wanna stop,” he whispered with a smirk.

She groaned, feeling him roll over onto her again, playfully lifting her hips off the mattress and pressing her ass up against him. “Is this how your babies were made? Lack of birth control and hot fast sex, like fucking flash melt the condom fast?” She teased him, relaxing back into his warmth and settling comfortably beneath him. Her body still shook a little, still regaining her composure. Aubrey was slick and sticky between her legs, the rest of her body hot and sweaty, and flush against his. She snorted, “Shut up.” Laughter poured from her lips and she reluctantly rolled from underneath him to deliver a playful punch to his shoulder. “We can go at it again later, whaddya say daddy?” Wiggling her eyebrows, she teased him with a smirk, continuing to call him ‘daddy’ just to watch his reactions.

He snickered and let her roll out from under him, smiling affectionately at her. “I don’t think I’ve ever had sex that intense ever so no they definitely weren’t made like that.” Her teasing lilt to her voice, the way she said daddy had his heart racing faster, his eyes lighting up with excitement and he laughed, taking another long drag on his cigarette. “Fuck,” he said as he blew smoke up into the air. “Teenage me is congratulating me right now on the possibility of fucking you three times in one day.” He pulled her into a lazy kiss, his tongue playing slowly against hers before he added, “adult me is congratulating me on having you screaming out ‘daddy’”

“Believable.” She looked up at the ceiling, drawing in a deep breath and exhaling slowly. Turning to him with a smirk on her face as she shifted to wrap herself up in the sheets. “Because real talk, if you would have fucked your ex like that she probably wouldn’t have let you leave.” Shrugging her shoulders she had a thought, she wouldn’t have let him go. And then she wondered how they’d break this new habit of theirs that was beginning to form when one of them did become involved with someone... or the achromatic. They had eyes everywhere and somehow, they knew there was something between them. How’d she stop him after last night? Aubrey hummed into his lips, leaning up slightly into the kiss, not wanting him to pull away. “Uh huh, well, not to inflate your ego or anything but that last go is going to be hard to top. For anyone.”

He snorted at the compliment and shrugged. “Well I didn’t want to fuck her like that. Just you. That list of Aubrey related kinks is just getting longer,” he laughed, his fingers tracing the bruises on her neck that were starting to form. And he thought about how it really was just her he wanted to fuck like that. He’d certainly never been that passionate with someone else. He kissed her again, languid and easy, not wanting to pull away. “Mmm. Well too late my ego is as big as a house but I think we can work on topping it. Even if it’s going to be hard work. You’re good with hard things, we’ll manage it.” He snorted and rolled on top of her, putting out his cigarette on the side table ash tray and then nuzzled against her neck. “Mm. You’re warm.”

She felt her cheeks heat up, the blush traveling up to her ears, thinking about how odd it was that he only wanted it this way with her. However temporary it might be, he only wanted these moments with her. Aubrey shrugged it off as an ‘in the moment’ kind of thing. She moved when he rolled onto her again, shifting so that she could pull his body between her legs and she leaned up, meeting him halfway. “Uh huh.” She murmured, agreeing with his comment about her being warm, mostly because his skin was so hot against hers, it was comfortable. “Just kiss me, stupid.” She smiled and attached her lips to his again, her tongue sliding across her lower lip and her hands moving up to curl around his neck.

He smirked into her lips, his hands going to her hips. “Yes ma’am. You make a convincing argument.” He laughed and moved his lips to her jaw, trailing kisses down her neck, loving how hot her skin felt on his lips. “You should boss me around more. Next time just step on me, slap me around a bit until you get your way,” he told her with bright, amused eyes.

“Yeah?” She pulled her mouth from his, a little breathless. Her eyebrows furrowed and nose crinkled, Aubrey lifted her hand to deliver a gentle slap to his cheek, “That what you want?” Her other hand slid from his cheek to his chest, giving him a hard shove and rolling out from underneath him, pushing him down and straddling his waist now. The hand that slapped him moved to curl around his neck, and she lowered her lips to his ear, “You ready for round two or you still gotta rest old man?”

The sudden switch had him gasping as she pushed him down and straddled him, his eyes wide and surprised. As she whispered in his ear though, he let out a breathless “Im rested. Please.” And he let his hands slide over her thighs, kneading her soft skin. His face was warm and tingly where she’d slapped him gently, and he bit his bottom lip, a small moan in the back of his throat.

Aubrey’s hand around his neck tightened slightly. Smiling down at him as he spoke, or well, tried to really. The words coming out soft and breathy and she realized she liked hearing him sound like that. “Tell me what you want.” She rocked her hips against him, the hand that wasn’t wrapping around his neck gripped against his shoulder, her fingernails digging into the soft flesh. “Maybe I’ll be a good girl and deliver.”

He looked up at her, biting his lip and he swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing against her hand. “I want you to ride me, slap me, choke me..” he whispered and tilted his head to expose his neck further. “I want whatever you wanna do to me but please don’t be a good girl.” His voice was rough from arousal and the way she gripped his throat. “Please.” He added for good measure. He liked seeing her in control and he was definitely excited in a nervous thrilling way to have her holding him down.

Watching him give up control like that underneath her was enough to have excitement bubble up in her veins. Everything was fair game, anything she wanted. Aubrey dragged her nails across his skin, the hand on his neck tightening further. A Cheshire like grin spread across her lips as she leaned forward and kissed along his jawline. Her hand loosened a bit, allowing for him to breathe, not exactly aiming to kill him. “Where are the condoms?” She asked, not quite ready for them, but still wanting to know where they were as to not interrupt their moments later on.

The smirk that spread across her face as she realized just what kind of control she had made his cock twitch, decidedly ready to go again and he gripped the sheets, not her hips. He was going to try not to touch and see how long he’d last. He whimpered lightly at her nails on his skin and her hand on his neck. He was floating, he thought and almost didn’t hear her question. “Bedside table.. top drawer I stashed some..” he practically shivered in anticipation. “How are you so hot submissive and dominant? It’s a fucking gift,” he breathed out.

Aubrey reached over him, pulling the drawer open and plucking a condom out between her pointer and middle fingers. She grinned down at him, one hand tangling in his hair and her lips moving across his neck, nibbling and suck on his skin. She trailed her lips lower, lower, moving to his shoulders and her hand that had strands of hair curled between her fingers tugged forcefully before returning to his neck. Her lips moved back up to his, hand tightening around him and her hips rocked against him again. Her free hand placed the condom beside him, and shifted to trail her hand down his chest, moving to trace her fingertips along his hips. “You’re so good, you know that? So sweet.” She licked her lips, speaking close to his ear.

He shifted, gripping the sheets tighter, his fingers bunching in the fabric as he rolled his hips up against her, wanting more heat and friction. With a soft moan, he pressed his head back into the pillow, letting her tug his hair and suck a bruise on his neck. Her fingertips on his hips made him shiver. “Yeah? You think so? I’ve never been called that before,” he managed out before swallowing hard again, feeling wonderfully submissive. She was in her element, he thought, watching her tease and take control the smug smile on her face and he groaned with how much he wanted her. “Please? I wanna feel you so tight hot and hot on my cock, I need it, babe.”

“Mhmmm..” She hummed lightly, her lips dragging along his skin. The hand that was playing against his hips reached for where she’d placed the condom, sitting up to tear the package open. “I want you to tell me how much you want it, Dan.” Aubrey slid down his body, her hand curling around his shaft, thumb rubbing roughly against his tip. She licked her lips, watching him twitch in her hand and lowered her mouth to him just barely.

He sat up on his elbows to watch her, his eyes dark with lust and his mouth slightly open. If someone had told him a month ago that he’d be watching Aubrey slink down his body, fully naked, to mouth at his cock he would have laughed. But he couldn’t help himself and he tangled his fingers in her hair, gently tugging and begging without words for her to wrap her lips around him. “I.. “ he groaned softly and shifted his hips up. “I want it so bad. Please. I’m so hard it hurts. Just need you, your lips, anything.”

She wasn’t completely satisfied, she wanted more, wanted to hear more. Licking her lips, she wrapped her mouth around his head, licking lazily at his tip before pulling her mouth of him again. “Mmm. I want to hear more.” Aubrey continued to thumb at him, glancing at him in almost a predatory way. “I’m not completely sold, Dan. Come on, Daddy, I want to ride you but you don’t have me all that convinced that you want it.” Her lips were close to him, blowing out a warm puff of air against him as she teased, leaning forward expectantly.

He groaned and bit his lip, tugging her hair and rolling his hips, wanting more of her lips and tongue but practically whimpering as she pulled back, her thumb keeping him on edge. “God fuck fuck I want it Aubrey. I want you to ride my cock, your perfect,” He panted softly and closed his eyes, “cute little tits bouncing while you fuck me. I want you, I’ll do anything you want if you just hurry up and get on my cock.” And he slipped his thumb against her lips, groaning at how soft they were. “Please,” he added as a last ditch effort to convince her.

Her face lit up, watching him beg for her was pleasing and she could feel the way it made her skin tingle. Watching him squirm beneath her, desperately begging for her. “I’ll hold that anything to you later.” She chuckled lightly, her more playful side returning for a split second as she rolled the condom on him, shifting and kneeling, hovering above him. Her hands curled around his base, guiding him to her entrance and slowly sinking down onto him, biting her lip as she went painfully slow. “I want to hear you, Dan. Got it? Don’t hold back.” Her hands moved, digging her nails into his shoulders as she started up a languid pace. Her lips crashed onto his to muffle a moan before pulling back, wanting to hear every sound that came out of his mouth.

He let out a soft sigh of pure pleasure as she sunk down into him, his hands gripping her hips, his thumbs running circles against her hips bones. “Oh god yes thank you whatever you want.” He kissed back, his lips chasing hers as she pulled away and he looked up at her through his dark lashes desperately wanting to kiss her again. He moaned softly, not holding back, the soft whines and harsh breaths spilling from his lips. “Aubrey, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered as he watched her move, the teasing look on her face making everything that much better. He met her thrusts, shifting his hips up and gently urging her to go faster. “You’re so good at this, I never thought we’d be here ,” he admitted with a huff of a laugh.

She let out a low moan, her eyes closing as she moved. She continued that slow pace for a minute, up until he pushed up against her, hitting her at just the right angle. Her hands moved messily, everywhere. Aubrey leaned down again moving to place her mouth at the juncture between his neck and shoulders, biting down and she shifted to bounce a little fast on him. Her moans were muffled in the crook of his neck, his name falling from her lips over and over, dripping in heavy praises. Her fingers curled against his sides, her long nails biting deliberately into his skin. “So good that we are.” She responded between breaths, their chemistry unbelievably explosive. She sat up, biting her lip as she threw her head back, rocking her hips and bouncing faster, harder. “Fuck Dan-daddy, you’re so big. You fill me up so good.”

He moaned and gripped her hips harder, his nails digging in and as she bit down on his neck, he swore he saw stars. He’d never been with anyone as incredible, that knew all his buttons to push and seemed to know what he needed better than himself. He whimpered at her praise, the part of his brain that could still focus making him feel floaty and unbelievably aroused knowing she was doing all this for him, that he filled her up so good. He panted hard, his hand finding her hair and yanking her down into a harsh messy kiss. “I’m gonna cum babe, fuck keep doing that, don’t stop.”

Aubrey moaned when he’d yanked on her hair, pulling her down hard against him. Her lips collided hard with his, her teeth knocking against his accidentally. She bit down on his lower lip, pulling back for a minute before going back in to kiss him again. Her pace faster and more erratic, hips stuttering a little in their movements. “Fuck, god.” She tilted her head back, hands moving to his neck and squeezing hard. “Come for me, baby.” Feeling her walls clench around him, legs quivering as she moved.

As she bit down on his lip, he gasped, the pain amazing and he thought she might have drawn blood. With a loud moan, he slid his hands up her trembling thighs, his thumb playing with her clit as she moved. He felt the warm coil of climax creeping up and when she squeezed hard, his vision blurring with the pleasure and need for air, he came with a choked off moan of her name. “Fuck,” he gasped, coughing and he slapped her ass, grabbing the warm flesh of her backside as he urged her faster to her release. He panted, his nails clawing at her skin and he whimpered out “Cmon, love.”

Aubrey’s body fell forward at the feeling of his thumb rubbing against her clit and his hand landing hard and harsh against the soft skin of her ass. Her forehead resting on his shoulder as she panted, feeling the hard waves of her climax crashing into her, panting. His name tumbled past her lips and her hands gripped tightly against his skin, nails digging deep into his flesh. Her body rocked against his, shaking and her thrusts messy as she rode out her orgasm. With a strangled moan, she stilled, her body collapsing atop his, catching her breath.

He gasped in a much needed breath, his breathing harsh as he coughed, his throat sore in the best way. He pulled her or his chest, his hands coming up to rub her back, her skin hot and slick against his hands. Running them across her shoulders and down her hips, just hypnotically almost. “Fuck baby. That was amazing,” he laughed lightly and smiled, bright and content as he kissed her hairline, his fingertips brushed her hair out of the way. “You’re shaking,” he whispered with an amused smirk.

She hummed lightly against his skin to acknowledge him. Still trying to regain her breath and compose herself but this between them was way too good. She smiled against his skin, lifting her head up to look at him, “Three rounds in one day,” Aubrey grinned, pressing her lips to his and kissing him softly, briefly. “And if i wasn’t shaking like a little bitch we could probably shoot for four, but I think we should work up to it, penis angel.” Snickering, she shook her head at the amused look on his face before rolling off of him and collapsing on the mattress beside him. “If sex was ever a competitive sport, we’d win.”

He snickered and looked over the alarm clock. “I think we’ve had three rounds in less than 2 hours if we’re honest.” He didn’t want her to move, to lose her heat off his chest and to pull out and leave her trembling body. He managed to shift, rolling her to the side slightly and he trailed lazy patterns on her shoulders until she pulled away and flopped to the mattress. He laughed and rubbed her back with an amused smile. “We’d make the other teams our bitch. Get the biggest trophy. We’d need a team name like that show on Nickelodeon, the blue barracudas.”

“Oh my god.” She groaned against the pillow. Despite the cheesiness in his joke, she laughed. The two had similar senses of humor, which made everything so much more easier between them. They were basically one in the same, sans being opposite genders and minor differences. “You’re so stupid, feo. God.” Turning her face to him, she smiled, signaling that she was kidding around with him. “This could be a record. Three rounds in less than two hours. We really are pros. Fuego!”

He laughed, his smile bright and content and sleepy and a little adoring all rolled into one. Just watching her groan and laugh at him had this glittery feeling in his chest that said things were good, perfect in this moment. “You know what they say. Tales one to know one so you’re stupid too,” he said as he stuck his tongue out. With a happy sigh, he pat her ass, her skin still hot. “We’ll break the record next time. Go full on pro with it, enter a contest. Make a porno. Something like that. Your ass is like fire,” he laughed. “You’re gonna have handprints. Good thing we can just lay around because you’ll be squirming when you sit down.”

He was always so amusing, no matter how dumb the things he said sounded, he always managed to get her to crack a smile. A task that wasn’t easy, but he had a knack for it. “More like i’m with stupid. You just attached yourself to me and now I’m stuck.” She groaned, a weird moan tangled in between the sound she made when he’d patted her ass. The sting still present on her skin. “Honestly, that was fucking good. Next time you want me wet just put my over your knees and spank me.” Aubrey smirked, curling her body into his and laying her head on his chest, “I’m not moving from here tomorrow. Our bear and souvenir hunting will have to wait till after.”

He shrugged and looked over at her with a mock sweet expression. “You’re stuck. I just imprinted on you like a baby bird. I even rely on you to food me and let me eat all I want.” He waited a beat and then laughed. “That was an eating out joke.” He loved watching her face as she laughed at him, knowing he sounded dumb but with her he knew she genuinely enjoyed all the dumb things he did. He didn’t have to hide it. As she settled on his chest, he stroked her hair, playing with the soft tresses. “Mm. It was really really good. And the next time I want you wet I’ll spank you in a school girl skirt.” He sighed. “We can shop later, the bear can wait; this couldnt. I can’t believe I came in my pants in alley before we brought this back to the hotel,” He snickered.

Aubrey cuddled into him, it was a littler weird. Considering the first time she told him she hated cuddling because she’d always get hot and end up pushing her partner away, but with Dan it was like she actually wanted his body heat. “I couldn’t be stuck with anyone else, I’d kill them... then again, sometimes I wanna kill you.” She smirked, lifting herself up slightly to half lay herself on top of him. Biting her lip, she smiled down at him, one of those rare appreciative looks on her face. “Hey... you up for a quick shower? I’m all sticky and yeah, it was for a good cause and as comfortable as I am, I won’t be able to reach maximum comfort levels unless I’m no longer sticky and.. we might as well do that whole water conservation thing.”

“You wanting to kill me is a compliment. It means you’d put in the energy to strangle me.” He snickered and as she laid on him, looking down at him with this smile he rarely got to see, he felt himself smiling back, stupidly, happily easy. “Yeah let’s shower together. Save the whales and all that.” He kissed her once slow and lazy and rolled over, patting her thigh as he went to turn on the shower. He leaned on the doorframe and mentioned, voice rough and a little sleepy, “You make a beautiful picture laying there. Like a debauched angel.”

“You’ll orgasm right into the clutches of the Grimm Reaper.” She laughed, carding her fingers through his hair lightly. The thought of hopping into the shower with him in itself got her giddy. She found herself wanting something more intimate and sweet with him rather than just rolling around in bed, he meant more to her than just that. Aubrey stretched out when he got out of bed, sitting up with her knees hugged to her chest, flashing him a smile, “Yeah? You like corrupted angels? Angels you can choke and fuck into your mattress? Too bad you got a demon instead, huh?” She slid off the bed, slipping past him into the bathroom and hopping into the shower, sighing contently when the warm water hit her body. “It’s so warm in here.”

He watched her slip past him into the shower and he smirked, gently patting her ass as she stepped in. “Demons are more fun though. You know all the sinful shit,” he laughed. He watched as she stood under the spray, something sweet and domestic about it and he felt his heart flutter at the sight. Being this close to her, playing under the water was a kind of intimacy he hadn’t had in years, even with his ex wife and he suddenly felt a little shy but it was a good feeling ; she was his friend and more than just a quick fuck. This would be as comfortable as anything else with her. He stepped in behind her, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her shoulder lightly. “It’s hot in here actually but only because you’re in here.” He snorted, his hands playing across her hips, the water making the slide fun and playful. He nuzzled into her hair, the spray hitting him as well and he sighed. “This is nice though.”

Aubrey stood under the stream of warm water and sighed contently. Her eyes closing and head tilting back as the water cascaded down her body, the heat loosening up her muscles and she let out a pleasured groan. She leaned back into him, almost instinctually, settling back into his hold. The way his hands danced along her slippery skin made her giggle, the softness of it tickling her a little. “Mmm, you’re right, it’s all my fault. I’m conjuring up the flames from hell into this shower.” She snickered, standing up straight and moving away from him to find the floofy sponge and body wash. “We’re going to end up snuggled in your hotel bed and not getting out, sounds nice, though. Good relaxation time.”

“I meant less ‘flames of hell’ heat and more your body is smokin hot.” He snorted and grabbed the sponge from her, gently running it over her shoulders and down her lower back. “I don’t mind spending time cuddled with my wuv bug,” he laughed, bringing back up the dumb name he’d given her the first time they cuddled. “I’m up for some relaxation especially since it feels like we just did a triathlon. You’re going to smell like men’s body wash,” he said as he brought the sponge lower and caressed her legs.

“That’s post sex cuddly Dan talking.” She laughed, surprised when he’d taken the sponge from her and began to wash her. Tensing for a moment, she relaxed under his touched, her muscles flexing and softening, relaxing wherever he moved. She almost let out a moan with how good everything felt. The warmth of the water and his gentle motions, it was all new to her, new with him, but it felt good. “Yeah that’s right, bitch. Make me not sticky.” Aubrey laughed, her head tilting back and resting against his shoulder. “That was some workout, yeah. Tomorrow we’ll eat our weight in food and regain those calories we burnt.”

He shrugged and said, “I’ll eat my weight in sushi soon, this was probably a good preventative measure for weight gain.” He kissed her shoulders again as he rinsed her off. “I’m a bitch now hm? I was daddy a few minutes ago.” He turned her gently to face him and lathered her chest, working the sponge in slow lazy circles. “Why haven’t we done this sooner? We’re so compatible. It’s like.. the only word that comes to mind is ‘fireworks’ when I touch you,” he said with a soft intimate smile that he rarely gave, adoring and a little shy at the same time. “It’s this undeniable chemistry, like an explosion of sensations and I would equate it to a blind person seeing for the first time; sensory overload,” he snorted and blushed as he ran his hAnd through his wet hair. “Basically we’re too hot. We’re going to melt more condoms. New pack, I’m picking them,” he joked.

“By soon you mean tomorrow, right? Because that sounds really good right now.” Everything was so overwhelmingly domestic and she couldn’t decide if this was nice or confusing or scary or a combination of all three. When he turned her, she looked up at him with wide eyes, her lower lip caught between her teeth, smiling. Fireworks. He was right, every time they touched it was an explosion and her skin danced with tiny jolts of electricity anywhere his touch moved. Aubrey moved forward, her movements were quick and unexpected, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him hard. “If I wasn’t so tired I’d tell you I want you to fuck me here and now, maybe next time.” She grinned, and then stepped back, almost slipping but catching herself before going down. “Yeah, but that’s because you don’t have any lady body wash.”

The way she kissed him had his eyes fluttering shut, letting out a soft moan as he wrapped his arms around her. As she pulled away, he smiled down at her, amused and smug. “Rain check? We’ll definitely try shower sex at some point. I have a better one at home.” He reaches out, trying to catch her just in case and he sighed in relief that she didn’t go down. He grabbed the shampoo and lathered it in his hands, gently tugging her hair and working it up into a lather, his nails on her scalp lightly massaging. “You’ll also smell like guy shampoo. I don’t have lady anything except tv preferences.” He snorted and leaned forward, kissing her gently. “We’ll go grab all you can eat sushi tomorrow. Hate ourselves after.”

“It might be dangerous, I mean, I almost just died two seconds ago in here and we’re not even doing anything strenuously physical.” She laughed, poking fun at her clumsiness. Though, if she had fallen she would have blamed it on how slippery it was from the shower gel and water. Aubrey nearly moaned as his fingers skillfully massaged her scalp, her eyes closed and melting into his touch. It all felt so good, almost as good as getting your hair washed and scalp massages at a hair salon. “If acting doesn’t work out... you could be a professional hair washer.” She teased, a wide smile on her face. Her hands came up from her sides, fingertips tracing the soft grooves of his abdomen and trailing up bus chest blindly, “Sounds like a plan, but we gotta do it here, before our flight back home. I want real sushi. Not our delicious American bullshit.”

“It’s ok, I’ll hold you up. You won’t even have to slip if I just press you up against the wall,” He snickered and gently rinsed her hair, his fingers working in circles. “I tried cosmetology once. I helped a friend dye her hair and sorta liked it. But I was more into theatre.” He shrugged. “But I’ll be sure to open my own salon; Dans hands where I just wash hair and that’s it and you pay me astronomical amounts while I drink wine. I’ll run it from my living room. You can be my regional manager.” He practically purred as she rubbed his chest, his eyes closing. “We’ll do it here. Get the full Japan experience and get toasted on sake.”

“A knight in shining armor, you are. Always making sure the princess stays safe.” She laughed, liking the feeling of his arms around her. Shaking her head, a slew of laughter tumbled past her lips, already imagining what it might have been like if Dan was a hair stylist or makeup artist instead of an actor. Looking up at him, she gave him a bit of a faux sad expression, “I’m glad you stuck with acting. I wouldn’t have met you otherwise, and then a piece of my dark, black hole of a soul would be missing.” Aubrey reached for the discarded sponge and body wash, starting to rub the sponge along his chest, smoking at him. “Well, I’m not going out with someone smelly so I guess we have to get you all washed up too. Mhm. That means no sticky round four in the morning. Sushi, sake, and then airport. Maybe we can actually do the mile high club thing on the way back.”

He looked down at her, his ears turning pink. She was glad he’d picked acting; because he filled part of her soul and he knew she was teasing but he felt warmth all over, just thinking about how he’d become important to her and she’s definitely become a fixture in his life. He didn’t want to imagine one without her stupid jokes and eye rolling and banter. He leaned into her touch, enjoying the way she washed his chest and he sighed. “You mean I can’t just go for round 4 in the morning and then go for sushi? It’s a workout and a meal, that’s the healthy way of doing things.” He pulled her close and kissed her head. “I suppose you’re right though, we can always do the mile high thing at some point and that thought will have to keep me strong.”

She shook her head, rolling her eyes at him. And smiling a bit at the fact that they were all suds and naked bodies underneath the stream of warm water and she wondered if this really was a normal friendship... or just a Dan and Aubrey thing. Probably the latter. His silly stupid responses never failed to make her laugh or bring a smile to her face, despite the fact that she’d prided herself on her signature deadpanned features. Her hands trailed down his chest gently, the sponge still clutched in her fingers as she lathered a little lower down his body. “Uh huh, messy, sloppy, nasty fuck in the airplane will keep you strong, I bet it will.”

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