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brattyfics · 4 years ago

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Like That

Pairing: Rio x Black!Reader

Summary: You and Rio get to know each other better. Loosely based on ‘Like That’ by Doja Cat.

Warnings: Smut.

Word Count: 3.5K

Installments: Say So | Like That | Talk Dirty

And baby, I want it, and I'll just be honest 'Cause I just can't front when I look at you

About six weeks have passed since Rio declared himself your man, and you quickly learned he took the title very seriously.

He was busier than usual with ‘flipping his game,’ and you were busy preparing to transition your shop, but you saw each other often despite time constraints. You agreed date nights at least once a week were a must, but when you couldn’t see each other, Rio made sure to end nights with a phone call. Virtually falling asleep next to him gave you butterflies, reminding you just how exciting new relationships could be. It took prodding, but he told you made-up bedtime stories and the boring details of his day. In return, you shared things about yourself— childhood memories, the crazy things your mom did to embarrass you. He was sweet and attentive, and you found it refreshing to be with someone who was just as infatuated with you.

On your second date, he took you to his favorite restaurant, a fancy sushi place with expensive rolls. He taught you to hold chopsticks the wrong way the way he did and even fed you across the small table, a couple of unfortunate rolls falling apart due to his prodding. You tried your best to hide your amusement at the pensive look on his face. For whatever reason, Rio thought of himself as a sushi connoisseur, but it was clear to you that he was still learning.

“You’re no better than me!” He admonished when he noticed the way you held your chopsticks. Like his technique, it was incorrect, but it worked for you— sort of. “I never said I was.” You couldn’t keep the amusement off your face any longer. “You’re the one who comes here weekly. I thought you were a professional, and we’re in the same boat.” He folded his arms on top of the table as he insisted you were wrong, but secretly he found your teasing endearing. Later that night, he called and gave you a cheesy line about loving to see you smile.

The following week, you had lunch at a mom-and-pop soul food restaurant that served the best cornbread and peach cobbler in the city. The owners, an adorable older couple, Donna and Gene, and servers alike stopped by your table to meet Rio. Donna gushed over Rio, showering him with compliments and extra cornbread. “Girl, he is cute!” She told you, failing miserably at whispering. He smirked as you rolled your eyes, but he handled the attention well, being friendly and personable even when Gene kept going on and on about changes to the menu, one chef to another.

A few days later, he called you up randomly and asked you to get ready and ride with him somewhere. “What should I wear?” You asked, hoping for a hint. You could hear him smile as he said, “It doesn’t even matter, ma. You always look good.” The occasion had turned out to be ‘Foodtruck Friday.’ Barbecue, kebab, taco, ice cream, and other miscellaneous food trucks were parked in a spacious lot in Downtown Detroit. You settled at a picnic table and shared several plates of food as you discussed the possibility of your own mobile ‘Mad Batter’ shop somewhere down the line. It got you thinking about the future.

“Where do you see yourself in five years?” You asked the dreaded question in between bites of a colorful Korean fusion taco. He stiffened as he considered the answer. “What is this, a job interview?” Sometimes you saw peeks of bossman Rio rather than the Christopher Castillo you were getting to know. It happened seemingly out of nowhere when you asked questions he felt were invasive.

You looked up from the panko-fried shrimp, red cabbage, shredded carrots, and tasty orange sauce wrapped up in a flour tortilla with a frown. You had two choices: respond in the way he had or make light of the situation. So, you said, “Kinda. You’re auditioning for a spot on my roster, so...”

He stopped chewing the half-eaten dumpling and swallowed hard. “That’s not funny.”

“You better start taking the interviewing part of the audition more seriously then.” You wiped your fingers on a napkin, and he gathered your hand in his own, wearing a look you couldn’t decipher. “You got it, ma.”

You played a game of mini-golf at the local arcade. Rio stood tall behind you, holding you by your hips as he corrected your stance. You purposefully arched your back, brushing against him just slightly. “Like this?” You looked over your shoulder with the most innocent look you could muster, but his eyes were glued to your ass. “Yeah, just like that.” He answered in a low tone without looking up. You giggled as you took your swing, adding a wiggle for his benefit. You pretended to care about the ball as it glided across the bright green tarp towards the hole. “How was that?” You chirped, looking down the lane.

“I can’t even lie. I don’t care about the game right now. I just wanna watch you.” Your aim was terrible, and the ball never went in the hole without several attempts, but he insisted you finish playing the course. You teased him about it for days after despite his claim that he actually enjoyed the game because it was one of Marcus’ favorites.

“Stop lying! You just wanted an excuse to openly watch my ass.”

“Why you always gotta call me out?”

You shopped a cozy health and wellness store with hundreds of cool little trinkets for sale. Neither of you had been there before, so you took your time exploring, stealing unexpected kisses from the other. Rio took full advantage of the size of the store, pulling you by the hand and holding you close to his side.

He frowned at the large collection of shiny crystals. “A rock, really? What does anybody need with a rock?”

“It’s not a rock!” You hissed, head whipping around as you hoped the owner didn’t hear him.

“What is it then? It looks like a rock to me.” He picked one up, turning it over in his hands.

“It’s a crystal!”

“What’s the difference?”

“It has healing properties...” Rio snorted but strung his arm across your shoulder and listened intently as you read the info cards to him. When it was all said and done, he bought an aventurine stone to apologize to the owner for prosperity, well-being, and good luck.

The next day, he disappeared with no warning. You had been worried sick until Mick let you know he was busy handling something. It would have only taken a minute to tell you that, so you were (understandably) pissed. He showed up at the shop several days later like nothing had ever happened. “What’s up, mama?” The greeting that usually melted you grated on your nerves. All of your feelings about the situation bubbled up to the surface. It was hard to find the right words— you were still getting to know each other, so how mad could you be? At the same time, how little did he think of you to not say anything? Finally, you settled on, “I can’t do the disappearing act.”

Rio wasn’t used to answering to anyone, not even his child’s mother, about his whereabouts, but he put his palms up in surrender when he saw the serious expression you wore.

“You’re right, mama. That’s my bad. It won’t happen again.”

And it hadn’t.

But knowing ahead of time only made it a tiny bit easier, especially when he didn’t have a set return date. You were going on day seven (the longest you had gone without seeing him since you started dating) when he called to say he made it home and wanted to see you. Your heavy heart swelled with relief. You missed him way more than you probably should have, so you insisted on a night in at your place, wanting him to feel relaxed and at home instead of on guard somewhere public.

It had been a long six weeks without sex while he romanced you with delicious food and beautiful words. It wasn’t an easy task, but you knew as soon as sex was thrown in the mix, you would be done for, either destined to be his or ruined by him. It was a scary thought, but distance had indeed made the heart grow fonder, and you cared about him enough to take a chance.

He was set to arrive within the hour, but you were still unsure of what to wear, frantically rummaging through the dresser for something cute and comfortable. You let out a frustrated groan when your phone started to ring, thinking Rio might have come early, but when you look down at your phone, you see your best friend’s name and face. You swipe quickly, accepting the FaceTime call. “Hey, girl!”

“Hey, stranger!” You pick up the phone, so you can look at her. “Really?”

“Yes, really.” She replies with just as much sass. “I haven’t talked to you in what— two weeks?”

“We talk—“

“—text.”

“Okay, fine. Text. We text every day. What are you talking about?”

“That’s not the same.” She insists even as you remind her of the ridiculous amount of time you spend trading memes and food pictures with her.

“Anyway, what are you doing?”

“I’m trying to decide what I’m going to wear between this, this, or this.” You move the camera around, showing her the different options. A black-and-white tank and short set with ‘Being cute is not a crime’ in a cute font. A fuzzy grey sweatsuit set with hearts, or a simple cream hoodie with matching shorts.

“Um, what’s the occasion?” You giggle at the look on her face, knowing she thinks none of the above are appropriate for wearing outside of the house.

“Movie night in.”

“You need help picking an outfit for movie night with yourself?” Her face scrunches up in confusion. “Wait, is it movie night with yourself?” You try to be casual about it, shrugging your shoulders in response. As usual, she sees through your bullshit and goes straight into an interrogation. “Oh, bitch. You been holding out on me!” She asks you five questions in a row without stopping to breathe before settling on one. “Who?”

You gnaw on your bottom lip. “...Rio.”

“Rio?” She frowns. “Like the guy we work for, Rio? With the eyebrows and the neck tattoo, Rio?”

“Yes, that Rio.”

“Wow.” You wince but decide it’s best to get it over with. “What? I know you, so I know there’s more where that came from.”

“I don’t know what to say! From what I can tell, he’s a decent dude, I guess, but you know what he does. You definitely know what we do for him! You don’t think that could be a problem?”

“It’s messy, for sure, and I can admit that, but I’ve been thinking about getting out anyway...” She nods. “Then, I guess there’s nothing else for me to say about that. You’re both grown, and you know what you’re doing.” She was your best friend, which meant she’d always give her honest opinion, but wouldn’t berate you about your choices. Just like that, you return to your regular discussion topics, everything from warehouse gossip (yes, even in the business of crime, there’s a rumor mill) to new music releases. Before you knew it, forty minutes had passed, and Rio was calling your phone. You promised to call her more often before hanging up.

You sing your ‘hello’ into the phone, hoping Rio can’t detect the shakiness in your voice as you clumsily pull on your bottoms.

“Hey, mama. You about ready? I know you’re sensitive about your space and all that.” He was referring to the fact that he had never been past the doorway of your home. Your home was your sacred place, so you were extra careful about who came in and what energy they brought. It was always nerve-wracking to let somebody into the space that you cherished so much.

“Yeah.” He picks up on the hesitancy in your voice. “Are you sure?” You nod your head as if he can see you before telling him yes with a giggle. “Alright, well, I’m outside. Can I come in?” You bite your lip, butterflies fluttering in your tummy. “Yeah, I’ll come unlock the door.” He whispers his thanks, and you take a moment to force yourself to relax. When you meet him at the door, you do so with an open mind and heart, taking in his appearance with a goofy grin on your face. As usual, he’s dressed in all black, wearing a well-fitted t-shirt and sweatpants. He’s casual but still so high quality and attractive.

“Hi.” You breathe out like a dork when you realize you’re staring. It helps that he seems just as mesmerized, stepping forward to envelop you in a tight, warm hug. He sways you from side to side before pulling back, his hands resting heavily on the top of your ass. He settles for a quick peck on the lips because he has something to say. “You’re as pretty as ever, darlin’.” He says earnestly, shaking his head as he steps back to look you over once more.

“Kiss me again.” His hands cup your ass as you devour each other in the open doorway. You forget your surroundings. “Damn, ma. Can I at least get inside before you jump my bones? I don’t mind giving your neighbors a show if that’s your thing, but…” You turn to hide your embarrassment, leaving him to close the door behind you as you gesture around the room as if you’re in an episode of MTV Cribs. “... here’s the living room. The kitchen’s through the arch. The bathroom’s over there...” He follows you with his red as you point.

“And the bedroom?”

You snort. “The tour stops here for now. Sit down.” Your tone leaves no room for argument. He settles into the soft couch while you grab the snack tray from the kitchen. Homemade popcorn, chocolate-covered pretzels, and dried fruit gummies are on the menu.

“All this for me?” His arms snake around your waist so that you can curl up into his side. “What we watching?” You grab the remote. “I saw a trailer this week that caught my attention. I’ll play it for you.” He didn’t care what you watched as long as he got to be close to you, so it didn’t take long for you to get the movie started. He stole glances at you when his knuckles brushed against your bare knees under the blanket. You’re embarrassed at how wet the small action makes you, so you stretch out across the couch and place your bare feet in his lap, silently planning your revenge. The movie may as well not be playing because you couldn’t be less interested in the plot as you lightly stroke him through his sweatpants with the balls of your feet.

“Ma...” He warns, watching you in the low lighting. He’s come to learn you like to tease, but he doesn’t think he can take it, not tonight. “Hmm?” You hum innocently, loving the strained look on your face. He doesn’t move even as you sit up on your haunches and kiss him. It’s slow and long in the best way. He pulls you to sit in his lap. His hands roam your body as you grind down onto him, relishing in the feeling of the soft skin on your tummy. He sighs into your mouth as one hand finds your bare breasts.

He pulls away to talk shit. “No bra? You just knew I was gonna put out, huh?” He pushes the cotton material up so he can see you properly. “Perfect.” He murmurs into your skin. You let him kiss and lick and suck on your nipples until the pressure you feel below is too much to handle. You’re a quivering mess when he finally helps you pull the cotton material up and over your head. It lands on top of the television behind you, but neither of you notice.

You nudge him until he removes his own shirt, and then he lifts his hips to help you when you begin tugging on his sweats. They puddle at his feet while you spread your legs wide, desperate to get your hands on him. “I could cry right now.” You admit honestly when you finally see him, biting your lip. He arches a brow. “Is that a good thing or a bad thing, darlin’?” His hips jerk when you take him into your hands, the cold temperature surprising him.

“It’s definitely a good thing.” You whisper excitedly, staring with wonder as he hardens in your hands. He barks out a laugh, stunned by your ability to make him laugh, even with his dick in your hands. “That’s really nice, ma. I feel real special.” Your eyes meet, and silent promises of all the filthy things you’re going to do to each other are exchanged. “You should. I’m about to change your life.” He throbs in your hands, loving that you find small ways to challenge him.

“Come on. Let’s go to bed.” He wraps his arms around you in preparation to get up, but you stop him with a shake of your head. “I don’t wanna.”

“No? What you wanna do then?”

You answer him by slipping to your knees. You spit on his dick, stroking him up and down slowly. He watches you closely as you lower your mouth, wrapping your lips around the tip. It takes a lot of restraint, but he lets you do your thing, slowly working him deeper into your throat. He closes his eyes as he concentrates on lasting, but he can’t turn his ears off, the obscene smacks painting a vivid picture for him. When you swipe your tongue across his balls, he moves to stop you, grabbing your shoulders. Fire dances in your eyes as you realize you got him where you want him. “I don’t wanna.” You repeat.

“You are a brat.”

You release him with a pop. “The biggest.” You admit, swallowing him once more. He groans, thinking he can’t believe you’re the same sweet girl who bakes in a frilly pink apron and begs him to tell her bedtime stories.

“I want you to fuck me now.” He stops you before you can bend over the couch. “Slow down. I want you on your back, darlin.”

You throw his earlier words back at him. “That’s nice. I feel really special.”

“You should.” He mocks you, instructing you to hold your legs wide. He wastes no time licking and sucking you as enthusiastically as you had done him. “You’re so pretty. I could eat this pretty pussy forever.” He compliments as you squirm in his hold. “You’d let me, huh?” You shake your head frantically. “No! You’d drive..me crazy!” Payback is a mother, especially when Rio’s the one dishing it out. “Wait, wait—“You whimper, clawing at his shoulders.

“What?” He cajoles. He almost wants to laugh at the distressed look on your face. “I want you.” You pout, trying to sweet-talk him.

“You have me.”

“Not like this. Inside.”

“Yeah? You sure?”

“Mhm.” You swallow, watching as he fumbles around with his pants searching for a condom. He opens the golden foil packet with expert fingers, positioning himself in between your spread legs. “You don’t have any pointers for me now?” He drags his tip up and down your slit, slowly pushing his way further. Teasing. You shake your head. “No. Just fuck me.”

“That ain’t polite. You gotta say please, mama.” You scowled, but he didn’t budge. “Please.” You pleaded with the sweetest tone you could muster, sighing as he gave in. You cursed at the stretch, him at the way you squeezed him. “You feel…” He couldn’t find the words, so he buried his face in your neck, trying to gain some composure. You caressed the back of his neck sweetly. “You feel good too, baby.”

His hips stuttered forward, and you gasped as he worked himself deeper. You grasp his shoulders tightly, your nails embedding themselves into the soft skin.

“Yes!” You squeal.

“Like that?” He grits out, struggling to keep his rhythm.

“Yes, just like that!” You cry, moaning as he pounds up into you. His lips find yours again, and it’s bliss. Then before you can stop yourself, you’re calling him Daddy like it’s his given name. He groans into your sweaty neck like he’s in pain.

“You’re so nasty.” Overwhelmed and breathless, you whine your protest, “You’re nasty. Look at what you’re doing to me.” His eyes shift to where you’re connected. You’re creaming all over him and leaking down onto the couch, but you can’t bring yourself to care about anything other than coming. You do just that, mewling as you make an even bigger mess between your legs. He whispers filthy things into your ear as he finishes, grunting at the way you seem to be sucking him in even deeper.

“That was—“

“—unreal.”

“Yeah.”

Neither of you can bring yourself to move. Your sweat-covered skin sticks together. You swipe your hand against your forehead while he pants.

“I wanted to ride you at least once tonight, but after that, I’ll be lucky to make it to bed.”

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ravenbloodau · 5 years ago

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The Voyages of Ker'Tak and Skye

Ker'Tak's ship had landed on Earth, as ordered by the High Concil of Planets. They were ready and eager to explore this once uninhabited planet..

Or, what they had *thought* to be an uninhabited planet. Turns out the whole planet was teeming with intelligent life. Humankind, is what they introduced themselves as on an old satellite that the High Council had found.

Ker'Tak was relatively young, so their crewmates sent them out to scout amongst the younger generations of humans. Diguised, of course, to prevent fear amongst the younglings.

Their curiosity was peaked when they heard someone talking of a celebration of one of the younglings.

A "birthday party" celebrating the Human known as Skye Lafayette. Everyone appeared to just be calling her Skye, however.

"You should come, Eric," Human Gia, Skye's twin sister, as Ker'Tak gathered. "Eric" was his cover name, "she'd enjoy your humor!"

"Thank you Gia, I think I will attend," Ker'Tak nodded quietly. They were nervous, needless to say. Human younglings were so energetic, so spontaneous, and much stronger than their adult counterparts.

"Great! The party is Friday!" Gia waved good-bye as she ran off with other human younglings.

Ker'tak waved back, and watched as Gia ran with her pack.

They felt a strange warmth flush up in their face, as if this meeting meant something. These humans were small, insignificant, often useless.

Ker'Tak couldn't and didn't understand why the High Council was so interested in humans and their homeworld after the first reports were sent in.

"Keep observing, Ker'Tak, the younglings will be the ones we learn the most from," Ket'Sa ordered, "Who knows? Maybe these humans have more ability than we give them credit for."

Ker'Tak took that to say the High Council could use them as manual laborers. It seemed they had the ability for such work, and were significantly shorter than the Si'Tians.

Despite what little they knew about humans, however, Ker'Tak felt oddly at home amongst them. The members of their pod always called them strange, emotional, and at times impulsive. They took the insults as compliments and pressed on in their mission.

Friday, October 3rd rolled around and Ker'Tak found himself on the doorstep of Skye and Gia's abode. The loud noises from inside startled Ker'Tak, but they thought for a moment, pausing at the door.

This was a custom of humankind, they should be kind and respectful. They should knock.

They knocked cautiously, patiently waiting for a reply. Ker'Tak was startled by the sudden appearance of an identical youngling to Gia. It was Skye, they were sure of it.

The messy red streak in her hair and the oddly bright expression Skye carried, as Gia described her, caught Ker'Tak by surprise. They put on their best smile.

"Hey, is this were Skye's birthday party is?" Ker'Tak beamed awkwardly. Of course it was, they had made sure of it, but Human Skye took no notice of their fumble.

"Yep! You've got the right place!" She laughed it off, "You must be Eric, Gia told me about you! It's nice to finally meet you! I'm Skye!" Her introduction was quick, and she held out her hand to Ker'Tak.

Ker'Tak, unsure of exactly how to commence the "handshake" took Skye's hand. She shook their hand firmly, with a sort of glowing confidence.

This somehow got Ker'Tak to relax, and smile a little more genuinely.

"My name is Ka- Eric," Ker'Tak was almost caught using their true name. Skye laughed as she invited Ker'Tak in.

"Alright Ke-Eric, come in! We've got plenty of food, games, and a cake that'll be all set in a couple of minutes!" Skye led them in.

The atmosphere of this living-den was rather warm, disarmingly charming in it's own sense. Ker'Tak found themselves relaxing as they ate and talked alongside the crowd.

They laughed with Ker'Tak, telling their own jokes and making fun of silly things humans do. Ker'Tak learned that humans celebrated their dates of birth every year, using that to determine age, instead of every cycle around the sun at the same time each year for everyone.

The oddly decorated cake caught their attention, as it was decorated with symbols and letters from ancient languages Ker'Tak had seen before, and nearly everywhere they turned, something reminiscent of space and interstellar travel seemed to pop from the decor.

*You look like a Monkey*

*And you smell like one too!*

The songs ended, and Skye blew out candles that signified her age. Kar'Tek went to "use the bathroom." They had no intention of bathing, however.

Unfortunately, the current tech they were using to hide their appearance was running low on charge.

Kar'Tek had to find a reason to return to their ship before their cover was blown.

Gia's voice came from beyond the door.

"Eric? Eric, dude, you alright?" Gia called. Kar'Tek didn't answer as they tried to find something to work with to get away from the party.

"I am alright, just washing up!" Kar'Tek lied. The device around their wrist beeped loudly and the illusion dropped.

*No no no no no not now, I have to return to the ship* Ker'Tak stared into the mirror, now frightened by what the human younglings could do to them if they found themselves staring Ker'Tak down.

"Eric? Is that a blood sugar monitor? Are you sure you're alright?" Gia didn't give Ker'Tak time to answer, "Skye! Get the bathroom key! Eric's in trouble!"

"Eric?" Skye's voice bounced around the small room, "I'm coming in," Ker'Tak heard a small whisper, *"Please be decent."*

Skye stepped into the bathroom, closed the door and looked up from the floor. Her jaw dropped as Ker'Tak started to tremble before her.

"Eric?" Her voice dropped a tone as she reached out to Ker'Tak, "Is that you?"

Ker'Tak looked at Skye, and very *very* cautiously, they answered her.

"Human Eric did not exist, in truth. I am Ker'Tak, a Si'Nian, from far past your star. I was told to come and study humankind, under the orders of the High Council of Planets. I apologize for any inconvenience and any worry I may have caused you, Human Skye," Ker'Tak apologized, trying to keep their gaze to Skye's.

She seemed stunned, but neither fear nor shock was the overall emotion conveyed. It was awe that seemed to etch itself into her features.

"Ker'Tak, that explains earlier..And all those jokes, you were trying to understand," She whispered as her hands moved up toward her mouth, "You...You're incredible."

Ker'Tak was taken aback by this remark. Ker'tak was *below average* for their species, and this human youngling saw them as *incredible*?

"I believe you are mistake, Human Skye, I am below average for my kind, in height and emotional control. I am, as my colleges say, impulsive," Ker'Tak admitted ashamed.

"Impulsive isn't a bad thing, nor is being emotional," Skye started almost immediately, "You're incredible to me, and you would be to my friends."

"I do not believe your colleagues would appreiciate my being here, especially after I have disrupted such a special day for you and your pod-mate," Ker'Tak was still nervous, although Skye was a progressive and uniquely brave human youngling, they couldn't be sure of the other's reactions.

"Well, Ker'Tak, I can frame this as a planned part of the event, I am a sci-fi nerd. I can get you out of the house as long as you can stay a little longer. Are you in any pain?" Skye was concerned, it was showing in her expression.

Pain? Why would she be worried about pain? Does she really not know what Ker'Tak was capable of? Why was she being so kind to them?

"Ah, no, I am not in any pain Human Skye, I simply used an device that manipulated the light around me," Ker'Tak reassured her, still unsure of how to proceed, "I can stay longer, but how do you plan to get me out of your living-den?"

"Oh, I can tell them that you're in cosplay-" Skye paused, "we humans like to wear complicated outfits for the sake of fun, some of us mirror TV shows or fictional characters we enjoy, others come up with entirely new ideas and use them to create a series of costumes in order to tell a story."

"This plan involves telling your colleagues that I am in "cosplay"? Does that mean anything significant to them normally?" Ker'Tak inquired, rather confused as to how this plan could work.

"No, not normally, but they'll think it a nice touch to the space theme I've had going for this party, not much of it's accurate though, based mostly on science fiction," Skye admitted, halfway between her normal hue of peach and a bright red.

Ker'Tak nodded, understanding what she meant, and what she was trying to do.

"I am not insulted, in fact, it's rather curious how humans managed to invent the exact same language as another race we know as the Shin'Khan. But that is a discussion for another time," Ker'Tak let their worries lighten, maybe Human Skye was right to come up with such a simple plan, after all, she knew her kind better than they did.

"So you're willing to go through with the plan?" Skye asked and Ker'Tak nodded,patiently awaiting her instructions, "Ok, just, act ummm, I wouldn't say natural, but honestly just be yourself."

That was it? That was the plan? Ker'Tak nodded, now slightly concerned in Skye's certainty for saying these things, but they went along with it anyway.

"Skye? Is Eric alright?" Gia called to her sister.

"Yes! He's alright! In fact," Skye started to open the door, "Oh move out of the way!" Gia laughed as the crowd parted to give them room to step out of the bathroom.

Ker'Tak was hesitant, but the stepped out of the bathroom and awaited the reactions of Skye's peers.

The gasps of awe got Ker'Tak to open their eyes, and the younglings cheered and laughed.

"Eric! Skye! This is amazing! How did you get the costume in? And look that that makeup, it's amazing! You guys out did yourselves!" Gia laughed, "It looks so real."

Ker'Tak felt a wave of anxiety wash over them as Skye took one of their lower hands. She mouthed the words "It's ok. You'll be okay."

They nodded, and proceeded to continue the act of being Human Eric.

They proceeded to mess around with younglings, too, tapping them here and there as the festivities went on without a hitch.

Ker'Tak fell into the comfort of being themselves amongst the human younglings, but they choose to linger close to Skye. They didn't know it at the time, but that sense of security meant something significant to their species.

It meant that they could be accepted, and accept humans, as they were.

Towards the end of the evening, around 2000 hours, everyone had been dismissed from the gathering except for Ker'Tak.

"Hey Eric, I can walk you home if you want," Skye offered to escort them out of her living-den, most likely to protect them from any hostile humans.

"I would appreciate that, Skye," Ker'Tak walked towards the door and opened it for Skye.

Walking down the dim street, Ker'Tak found themselves distressed, looking down at Human Skye more and more often.

"Human Skye, if my crewmates discover that I have been seen like this, they may try to eradicate your memory of me," Ker'Tak admitted upon pausing under a street light.

Skye looked back at them, and smiled.

"I'm ok with that, I just want to make sure you get back alright. You've given me one of the best days of my life, Ker'Tak, and I hope to one day repay the favor, even if I don't remember you," Skye was kind in her response, but also greatly saddened by the fact that she would forget Ker'Tak.

They were truly remarkable to her, even if she knew very little about them. She found their way of speaking, their way of conveying emotion to be unique, and as powerful as any human expression of emotion.

Ker'Tak's distress grew as they saw Skye's eyes start leaking water.

"Human Skye, are you in distress? I did not mean to upset you!" Ker'Tak panicked a little, reaching out to the youngling, "You do not have to repay me, and I doubt that you will ever see me again after tonight."

"That's just the thing," Skye mumbled through her tightened throat, "I *want* to remember you, and get to know you better. It would be selfish though, not to take you back to your ship."

Ker'Tak was taken aback by this. They knew humans bonded easily to other animals, like the wolves and bobcats of the Earth, but to have "pack" bonded to them.. So quickly.. It was remarkable. The High Council certainly could not take such a bond away, not until they could study it further.

"It is possible you won't have to forget, Human Skye," Ker'Tak started, gingerly taking up Skye in their arms, "I could bring you back to the ship, and explain to them the events of tonight, and how you aided me to escape."

Skye sniffed halfheartedly taking up Ker'Tak's lower arms. Quietly she nodded.

"Lead the way."

Ker'Tak and Skye walked together quite a ways into the woods to get to Ker'Tak's ship. However, it is always hunting season in the backwoods.. *Especially at night.*

A gunshot was fired toward the two, and Skye let out a yelp of pain. Ker'Tak flinched, and in ducking behind an old wall in found just nearby, they saw Skye stumbling over. Something was dripping down her arm and chest.

"Ker'Tak..." The weakness in Skye's voice brought panic upon Ker'Tak. They debated the use of their comm, it would make sense as someone was hurt, badly by the looks of it.

Ker'Tak lept over, their legs moving springing them forward enough to catch Skye and get back out of the line of fire behind another wall.

"*KER'TAK, WE'RE BEAMING YOU BACK UP IMMEDIATELY*" Their Captain told them, and they were beamed back aboard the ship, Skye still wounded in their arms.

The wounded youngling let out a sharp cry, crying weakly as she struggled to breathe.

"OUT OF THE WAY! CLEAR THE WAY! WOUNDED HUMAN!" Ker'Tak landed with a running start, brushing past the Captain and rushed toward the medbay.

Immediately the Captain followed them, and watched as Ker'Tak worked to heal Skye's wound.

"Ker'Tak, my lung, the bullet's in..." Skye's vocals broke off into violent coughing as Ker'Tak managed to pull out the metal shrapnel in her side.

"Rest, and do try and hold still. This will hurt," Ker'Tak told Skye and she nodded. The sheer anguish on her face as they stitched up her lung and her skin almost got Ker'Tak to stop.

But they stitched her up and injected a growth steroid to speed up the process and avoid scarring. She would need to stay overnight, for safety's sakes.

"Ker'Tak, this human was harmed how?" The Captain asked as Ker'Tak closed the pod Skye was in.

"Another Human shot her with a primitive gunpowder weapon. Originally the weapon was aimed toward me," Ker'Tak admitted, "Human Skye was escorting me back to the ship after my disguise was dropped."

The Captain stiffened as they looked over at Human Skye.

"She's seen too much of us, you know we have to preform a memory wipe," The Captain began. Ker'Tak stopped them.

"Captain, Human Skye has expressed much *discomfort* in losing memories with myself involved. She is comfortable with us, in fact, she and her peers were very comfortable with me in my original form, even if they believed it to be a disguise," Ker'Tak looked over at Skye, "She saved my life."

"She...You called her Human Skye?" The Captain's expression dropped to a painful concern.

"Yes Captain," Ker'Tak nodded as the Captain looked them over.

"Well, Ker'Tak, it is time we contacted the Humans openly. Your comfort amongst them and their younglings confirms not only their intelligence and sympathy, but also their compatibility for the High Council's regulations and recommendations," The Captain smiled at Ker'Tak, "Well done, Doctor."

"Well done?" Ker'Tak asked, befuddled by their captain's sudden congratulations, "What do you mean?"

"I mean congratulations, you have offical made First Contact with the Humans, according to their knowledge. As of this moment, they will become a part of the High Council of Planets, join their fleets, learn from us as we may learn from them," The Captain spoke boldly, "You have introduced an entire species to an endless Universe."

Ker'Tak paused for a moment, then looked back at their Captain.

"Thank you, Captain, but I do believe I should take care of my patient first, before we send our official reguards," Ker'Tak nodded.

The Captain allowed it, so Ker'Tak took a uniquely close care of Skye that evening, talking to her about the many ways things were about to change.

"Does this mean I won't have to forget you?" Skye asked as 0800 hours rolled around. Ker'Tak nodded, which caused Skye to smile.

"You will not have to forget me, or anything else about last night's events, or today's, or tomorrow's. In fact, if anything, we may be working together from here forward, Human Skye," Ker'Tak tried to wrap their mind around it, working with a human female, "Even if you are deemed a weak, useless human female, I like to entertain the thought of working alongside you."

Skye smiled, trying to not give show as to how harshly that last remark came off.

"That's good, Ker'Tak, I'd like to think that of you as well."

They started talking as the world became captivated by the starship and the arrival of the Si'Nians on Earth.

Everyone wanted to talk to the girl who had saved and alien, and all across the galaxy, everyone wanted to see what the doctor had discovered in the human race that made them decide it was time to reveal what was *really* out there.

And here the two were, sitting in the medbay of the starship, mid-afternoon, talking to each other as the bright rays of daylight filtered through the window.

This was going to be an exciting ride.

#humans are space orcs #first contact #aliens #story series #the voyages of ker'tak and skye #boredom #fun #story #fiction #sci-fi #happy #birthday party #space

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angrylizardjacket · 4 years ago

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wishful drinking // Charlotte&Lola

Summary: After Charlotte, Peach, and Eileen go missing, everyone else believes they're dead. Everyone but Lola and Tommy. It's difficult to cope and hope at the same time, and sometimes it even reopens old wounds.

A/N: Wow a song fic, christ. Loosely based on Wishful Drinking by Tessa Violet which just gives me so many emotions about Lola. Ido believe this is the single angstiest thing I've ever written on this blog. @misscharlottelee @peachonscreen I'm so very sorry this is so sad and dark jfc. WARNINGS: Focuses on alcohol addiction as a coping mechanism, there is a funeral, acute references to Lola's childhood trauma, a panic attack, and heroin use right at the end there, and there is some very mild implied suicidal ideation

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separate me from the rest of the herd so I can run away from all of my hurt oh

drink what I want, be what I want, say what you want me to say like I can pretend that I don't wanna end I'm afraid

I'm dangerous

Everyone keeps saying they're dead, but there's no proof so how can they sound so certain?

Lola's already halfway through a bottle of rum, as Charlotte's parents scowl their way through a list of rules that sound more like demands, of what the band is and isn't allowed to do at Charlotte's funeral. For which their is no body. Lola rolls her eyes and takes another drink.

This is the second speech like this that they've had to sit through this week, since Peach and Eileen's parents seemed equally sceptical of the band's ability to behave appropriately at their daughters' funeral. Which was a farce with no bodies. Lola takes another drink and squeezes her eyes shut.

Nikki's got a hand on her thigh, and Tommy's got an arm around her, the three of them squeezed onto a sofa probably built for two.

Nikki was fucked up out of his mind on more drugs than Lola had ever known him to take. Losing Charlotte had broken something inside of him, and when Lola had told him that she and the other girls had gone missing, he'd sworn until his voice was hoarse, crying more genuinely than she'd ever seen him do before. He was terrified of being lucid, of remembering his reality and reacting like that again.

"I wasn't... I was never in love with Charlie, but I really did love her, you know, like I love Tommy; he's like my brother, but she... she was good for us. Better than any of us ever deserved."

Lola takes another drink.

Tommy's lucid and full of rage, two cans of beer and a line of coke before lunch is all he takes now since she's gone, high off anger, demanding people find her, reading maps, triangulating where she could possibly have gotten lost, trying to put together search parties. He, like Lola, won't believe she's gone until he knows for certain, but unlike Lola, he won't take 'her plane disappeared in the mountains of another country, there's nothing we can really do, I'm so sorry' as an answer.

He holds Lola tighter when Charlotte's parents level a teary-eyed glare at him and spit that he's not allowed to start spouting his conspiracy bullshit about her still being alive, at the funeral. He squeezes his eyes shut and turns, pressing his face into Lola's hair and heaving an irritated sigh.

"I know," Lola mumbles back, words spilling into each other. Tommy's breathing is deep and level in a way that's completely controlled, like he's working on subduing his feelings. Nikki gives Lola's thigh a squeeze, but she's not quite sure if he meant to, it could have been a hand twitch. Lola leans against Tommy just a little more, "I know."

She takes another drink.

None of them are allowed to make a speech; Charlotte's mother and Tommy's sister will both be reading eulogies, but if any of the band speaks up, they will be removed from the ceremony.

"What about Razzle?" Vince is the one to speak up, and Lola's breath catches in her throat.

"Nicholas..." Charlotte's mother finally softens her tone, and casts a look to her father, a silent question.

"Nicholas will do his best to prepare an address, but has also told us that he will decide on the day if he will be able to present it," its the fairest thing they've said all day. Their sensitivity to Razzle and his situation keeps Lola from hurling her bottle at them; if they'd shit-talked Charlotte's grieving fiance, she'd have no qualms beating up her missing friend's parents there and then. Instead, all Lola can picture is Razzle, overwhelmingly upset to the point that he can't even bring himself to read a eulogy at his fiance's sham of a funeral.

As much as Lola believes its a sham, she won't push that on Razzle, either way, Charlotte's not here; it hurts like a fresh wound, she can't even begin to imagine how he must be feeling if he really believes she's gone for good.

Lola's bottle is emptying quickly.

"Is Penny okay?" Vince asks, voice soft and concerned for the missing woman's two-year-old daughter.

"She's with Nicholas," Charlotte's mother says, but tears well in her eyes and the words catch in her throat. Charlotte's father puts his arm around her, drawing her in close.

"She keeps asking for Charlotte," his voice cracks, "and... and none of us know what to tell her."

weave a story so I don't have to talk, no, it's not a problem if I never get caught oh

drink what I want, be what I want, say what you want me to say like I can pretend that I don't wanna end I'm afraid

I'm dangerous

Charlotte would either be right furious, or annoyingly understanding, about the fact that Lola is wine drunk and trying to act sober at her funeral. But if Charlotte has a problem with Lola's behaviour at her sham funeral, she should come home and tell Lola herself.

The only people who Lola isn't glowering at are Razzle and Penny. Razzle's in the quietest outfit she's ever seen him in, all black, not a hint of flair or personality, and Penny's been put in a little, frilly black dress, with a black headband which she has thrown on the ground, since she's in the middle of a screaming fit.

Razzle is desperately trying to hold himself together while Penny demands to see her mother at the top of her lungs. Tommy, for all he loathes the pageantry of this funeral, feeling as though it's being put on to make Charlotte's extended friends and family feel less guilty about giving up the search for her, has nothing but kindness and gentle understanding for the man he considered to practically be his brother-in-law.

Kneeling in front of where Razzle's bouncing Penny on his knee, Tommy lays a gentle hand on his other knee, and when Razzle looks to him, as if startled out of focusing entirely on his daughter, there's tears in his eyes. He can't even form words, mouth opening and closing like a fish, but he quickly stills moving Penny, who tries to throw herself on him, her little fists beating his hands insistently, somehow getting louder with her demands.

"I miss mommy! I want mommy!"

Tommy quickly scoops Penny from her father's hands, and Razzle doesn't stop him, just looks on with a painfully helpless expression, like he's not sure what to do with himself now. Tommy chatters away to Penny, hugging her as he takes her to walk around in the sunshine, away from the other guests, and Razzle's lip trembles as his eyes refuse to focus on anything but the beautiful picture of Charlotte her parents chose to display for the event.

Right as he bursts into tears, Lola slides into the seat beside him. No words pass between them, but she wraps him up in a hug, and he holds her tight in response, nails digging into her, apologies babbles almost incoherently, and Lola feels a wave of guilt sweep through her.

The night she'd found out Charlotte had gone missing, she'd gone to Razzle's hotel in tears, full of fury, looking for answers, for anything, knowing only that he and Charlotte had fought right before Charlotte, Peach, and Eileen had taken the spontaneous flight on which they had gone missing. She'd blamed him, at the time, for Charlotte leaving. She'd blamed him, at the time, for Charlotte going missing.

Lola whispers apologies back as best she can in her quietly drunken state, rubbing his back, wishing she'd thought to being her flask; maybe it would have helped ease some of his pain, she knew it definitely would have eased some of hers.

She can't find the words to tell him that she knows its not his fault, not before Tommy comes back right before the ceremony starts, and sits himself on Razzle's other side, Penny quiet in his arms.

When Razzle turns to see his daughter, he sees her reach out with both her arms, asking for a hug. Razzle holds her close, holds her tight, and looks to Tommy with question in his eyes.

"Told her that it was like when you went back to Finland to make music, but a bit longer."

"Momma was sad," Penny's little voice was muffled against Razzle as she refused to let go of her father. Tommy nodded sagely, and Razzle's lip trembled.

"Charlie needed a lot of hugs from Pennylope while you were away; told Penny that you'd need a lot of hugs too, now." Tommy's voice was quiet, his tone gentle like he was still explaining to Penny, and Razzle pulled his daughter back a little, giving her as much of a smile as he could muster.

"You're too good to me, Pennylope; I do need a lot of hugs," and he holds her close again, taking a deep, shake breath, "I'm never gonna let you go."

oh, wishful drinking

tell myself that I'm not thinking bout how I could drown

drown drown drown

wishful drinking

Perhaps part of the reason why Lola can't believe Charlotte's really dead is the fact that Lola had kind of always assumed Charlotte would outlive her. Its morbid, but its not ab inherently false assumption to make, considering Lola drinks probably more spirits than water and gets into fights for fun. Statistically, she should already be dead. So why was she at a funeral for Charlotte.

She finishes her glass of wine and reminds herself firmly that the funeral's a sham.

She can't actually remember how she got to the bar of the hotel that she and Nikki we're staying at in Charlotte and Tommy's home town, but a majority of the people from the funeral were there, to drink and pay their final respects, so Lola assumes one of them had brought her.

She sits at the bar and orders drinks in rapid succession, while Tommy mulls over the same glass of JD for half an hour beside her while chain-smoking and people watching. It feels like they're the only two on the same page, knowing intrinsically that Charlotte's still out there any everyone who refuses to believe that is betraying her.

"Why her?" Lola mumbles into her drink.

"She's not dead, don't you start talking like she is, too," Tommy frowns into his glass. Lola finishes her drink and pushes it out of the way as she rests her arms on the bar, and her head on her arms, looking at Tommy with a strangely blank expression.

"I know, but she's still not here; why any of them? None of them deserve it, deserve to be missing, deserve to have people stop caring about looking for them," Lola's brow creased into the barest frown, "but if people knew that they weren't gone and were just missing, just needed to be found, they'd know they still need the girls," and she gives a forlorn sigh, "they don't deserve this, people still need them."

Behind her, Tommy sees where all of Hanoi Rocks has crowded into a booth with Razzle to keep him company, doing their best to cheer him, to comfort him, each of them taking it in turn to entertain Penny, who was overjoyed at seeing her band-uncles again. The picture looked incomplete without Charlotte.

"Why them?" Lola said softly, sitting back up and ordering another drink, and Tommy hears what she really means this time, the way she implies 'it should have been me'.

go ahead and stop your thinking now

and throw it down

down down down

wishful drinking now

Lola develops a new game over the following weeks, where every time someone mentions Charlotte, she takes a shot. Or four.

Nikki's getting back to normal faster than Lola is, just says that Charlie wouldn't want to see them moping around.

Vince and Mick, still shaken by the loss of Peach and Eileen respectively, agree.

Tommy's still looking for ways to try and find them in his spare time, but focuses on the band so Charlotte will be able to come back and be proud; something about his reasoning makes bile rise in the back of Lola's throat for reasons she can't quite put her finger on.

Lola drinks, because she's come to realise she's useless. She doesn't have the actual band resources to put into helping find the girls, and Doc only keeps her on the payroll because the band won't let him fire her, he doesn't need an assistant.

The only person she would felt safe talking about all of this to was missing.

So Lola drinks.

What else is there to do?

hide your demons where no one can see em, outta sight but in your mind you believe em

drink what you want, be what they want, say what they want you to say like I can pretend that I don't wanna end I'm afraid

I'm dangerous

Lola knows now why Tommy's desperate playing to make sure Charlotte's happy upon her return makes Lola feel sick.

He kept mentioning it, kept asking whether the others thought their new album would be as good as their old stuff, the stuff Charlotte liked, and Nikki had snapped, fed up.

Lola had been in the kitchen when he'd started yelling that she wasn't coming back, and when Tommy hollered that he was an asshole at the top of his lungs.

"If she was alive, she'd be here! But she's fucking not!" Nikki's words rung through the air and were met with stunned silence, "you know why she's not here?" He hissed venomously, and Lola drops the glass she'd been holding, recognising that tone from almost a decade ago.

Nikki, in the present, snaps that its because Charlotte's gone for good, but Lola doesn't hear that. Lola hears her mother.

Lola hears that her father's never coming back because she's a disappointment, because shes not good enough, or kind enough, or talented enough.

The wrong wires connect in Lola's brain in a way that's all too familiar, in a way that makes her scars ache and tears well in her eyes.

And in another moment its gone, and Lola sees the shards on the ground and knows that Charlotte would hate a dirty kitchen. She sweeps them up.

Later, Tommy will find her, and before he can even open his mouth, she's holding his face in her hands, reassuring him that Charlotte would love their new music. His expression brightens, and he kisses her in thanks; something eases in Lola's chest.

No matter where Charlotte is, Lola will never let Tommy believe what was beaten into her for years, she'll never let him believe that he is the reason Charlotte's not here. Nobody deserves to believe that... And yet a voice in the back of Lola's mind tells her she has to do better, for Charlotte.

The voice sounds like her mother's.

do you think do you think that they notice

I keep a bottle by my bed it's the focus

drink what I want, be what I want, say what you want me to say like I can pretend that I don't wanna end I'm afraid

I'm dangerous

After a while, Doc stops praising Lola for showing up to the studio on time and sober - she's absolutely not sober, but she's also not had enough to drink for it to effect her composure. When he stops praising her, she worries that he knows she's always a little buzzed, and then she gets annoyed, thinking that he's just an asshole. It takes her a full week to realise that it's neither, in fact, its just that she's been doing it consistently enough that he's come to expect it of her.

People note her improved work ethic, compliment her even, and its nice, and she knows that if Charlotte were here that she'd be saying nice things right along side everyone else.

Nikki had been right, Charlotte wouldn't want to mope around, so Lola had to actually do well so when Charlotte came back, she could prove that she hadn't been moping.

Sometimes that voice in the back of her mind gets harsh, tells her she's not doing enough, but Lola reminds that voice that Charlotte would roll her eyes at Lola's antics, but she'd somehow always be understanding in the end. Lola didn't need to be perfect, she just needed to be better.

And she was!

She takes a shot to quiet the voice down in those moments anyways, just for good measure.

No-one seems to notice if she's four shots in before noon, one more won't hurt.

this is not a problem if I don't want it to stop

can't call it a problem if I never let a plate drop

this is not a problem if convincing that it's not

don't call it a problem it's the only thing that I still got

Nikki is spiralling into his heroin addiction of his own accord, but Lola knows Charlotte would think they're both better than that; Lola won't be able to convince Nikki, but she can keep herself away from it.

Her job's going well, and she and Tommy are still close, and she is allowed to babysit Penny on nights when Vince takes Razzle out partying. Its trust earned, that she never would have been able to earn if she hadn't been trying to do good for when Charlotte gets back.

But the world goes to hell in a single night.

What the fuck are they meant to tell Penny?

Her dad is dead.

Another thing Charlotte can't come back to.

Turns out they don't have to be the ones to tell Penny; Razzle's parents come to pick up her and their son's body, and though Tommy begs for them not to take her, they're terrified of her ending up just like her parents -

"Charlotte's not dead -"

"Wake up, Thomas, you're putting false hope into this girl's head, it'll ruin her mind if you don't let her live in reality!" Razzle's mother spits, while his father has already taken Penny out to the car to take her to the airport.

Tommy's in tears when he calls Lola.

The pair of them are devastated.

Why would Charlotte come back here if Penny and Razzle weren't here? The only person she'd loved more than Razzle was Penny, and now they were both -

"Lo, what's the point?"

"The point?"

"Of being all good and shit, for Charlie?"

"What do you mean?"

"She's not gonna come back to us," Tommy sighed, sniffling, "she's out there, but she'd go to Penny before any of us, and now..."

"Please don't say that," Lola's voice trembled, her heart beating in an erratic staccato in her chest.

"There's nothing worth coming back here for -"

Lola drops the receiver, curling in on herself, shaking all over as his words play over and over and over in her mind while all she can think about is the fact that yet again, she's not enough for someone she loved and felt safe with.

She's gasping for air, chest tight and tears stinging her eyes, heart beating in her ears while she's shaking like a leaf, in the full throes of a panic attack.

It takes her a long while to calm down, to ground herself in the feel of the carpet beneath her and the sound of the ocean outside, and the cars and the wind and the smell of the sea.

The first thing she does after she stands, is to get a drink, and then another, and then another, then to take the bottle into the bedroom, in to Nikki.

"Babe -?" He sees her red rimmed eyes first as she jostles him awake, and he wants to ask questions.

"I need something to get me out of my fucking mind, please, anything," she begs, lip trembling as she tries to focus on Nikki and not Tommy's words on loop in her mind.

"You sure?"

"Anything, the world is a fucking nightmare, and nothing fucking matters," and Nikki leans over to his nightstand, opening the drawer and pulling out a kit Lola knew was his heroin kit. Now it didn't seem like a bad choice.

"Is this about Razz?" Nikki asks, making quick work of preparing the drug for her. Lola swallows hard, and sits on the bed.

"Neither of them fucking deserved it," and Nikki knows immediately that she's referring to both Charlotte and Razzle, and he pauses, "the world needs people like them."

The room is very quiet for the few moments where Nikki cooks the powder to a liquid, pulling it up into his syringe. He instructs Lola on how to tie off her arm, and carefully injects her after double checking that its what she wanted.

As the tie around her arm is loosened, and the drug hits, Lola laughs, but there's no humour in it, her head tipping back, bottle still clutched firmly in her other hand.

"Its a fucking joke that the world is stuck with people like me."

#nikki sixx #tommy lee #nikki sixx x oc #tommy lee x oc #tommy lee imagine #nikki sixx imagine #motley crue #the dirt #the dirt imagine #motley crue imagine #charlotte & lola #lola&charlotte #the angry lizard writes #drug use tw #drugs tw #alcoholism tw #alcohol tw #suicidal ideation tw

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bagels-and-seagulls · 5 years ago

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Okay this is definitely not the first time I've come into your ask box asking for angst but...I read your new cheerleader!matteo and hj!david and I couldn't resist. I started thinking about like what if when they're not official yet, there's a misunderstanding that David's messing around with other people as well bc his teammates are saying things to mess with matteo as always. (Love love love your writing)

i was not planning on writing more of this au so soon but this ask literally hit me in the face with a brick and i feel as tho i must. also the peach bowl is emotionally over and next is the fiesta one, so i’m still in a circle of hell

part one - part two

-matteo doesn’t really know how to treat david after leonie’s party, doesn’t know if he should think of them as an item, or at least becoming one, or if it was a one time thing just to get some of their energy out, to see if whatever there was between them was easily ended after a simple kiss, or if it only made it worse.

-spoiler alert, it made it worse.

-matteo has never really had a crush before, not one that had any promise to go anywhere. sure, he had the hopelessly tragic crush on his straight bestfriend that looking back on it was nice in a way, knowing that it was never going to happen, falling out of the crush just as easily as he fell into it. but since then, since jonas, he hasn’t really thought about anyone else. there weren’t many people like that around here to even really think about, not unless he wanted to go for a straight guy again, which no, thanks. one was enough for him. so he this was all new territory for him, being in that awkward stage between nothing and something. he didn’t really know what to do, what to say, how to act. he didn’t know if he was allowed to ask david to hang out, how many times he was allowed to text in a day, if they were going to kiss hello in the hallway, anything like that. anything at all.

-matteo has never had a crush before, so he never even knew he was a such a jealous person until- well, it hit him over the head like a neon green semi-truck.

-yo man, david, you’re a total dog, one of the football players kids as they’re all walking into the locker room, and matteo was there, trying to find a charger that one of the girls was asking for. and he could have sworn it was in his bag even though he couldn’t find it. shut up, man, he hears david say back and laugh, and it makes matteo stop. you had like three of those cheerleaders all over you, someone else says. yeah, i’ve been trying to get with sam for months, and she’s all over you in one second, comes another voice. y’all are going to get me in trouble, david laughs and rounds the corner and sees matteo looking back. hi, david says, his smile changing into something a little smaller, a little more like it was just for matteo. hi, matteo repeats and ends up just staring at david for a second, who just laughs a little awkwardly and scratches the back of his neck. i gotta get back to practice, matteo mutters and walks off, hearing david’s, oh, okay, bye?

-matteo invites david to go to an open mic thing that jonas wants him to go to, and david tells him that he had already promised leonie he would go to a party with her. but he could see him afterwards? maybe they could meet up somewhere? matteo tells him that it’s okay, that they can meet up tomorrow morning or just wait until monday. and then monday morning rolls around, and he hears whispering in the hallway about how david hooked up with some girl, went home with her even, and matteo feels like it isn’t true. doesn’t think that david was that kind of guy, but it eats away at him anyways. eats away at him until he feels a little bit angry, and a little bit disappointed, and something else that was a combination of the two. and he ends up going to his class early, even though he said he would meet david by his locker before school started.

-david texts him, are you okay? and matteo doesn’t answer. david looks at him all concerned when he sees him in literature, and matteo ignores that look, too.

-they end up making out when david comes over one day to study for their literature exam. they end up actually studying for maybe twenty minutes, throwing glances at each other every couple of seconds and smiling to themselves once they were caught. you know, they say you should study for fifteen minutes and then take a five minute break to improve memory, david says at one point. oh really? matteo asks, and how long have we been studying? and david takes the book out of his lap with a smirk and leans into his space until matteo is looking up at him, at least twenty already, he mutters, looking between matteo’s eyes and his lips. and how do you think we should spend our break? matteo asks, feeling like he had something to be proud of all of a sudden.

-matteo leaves a hickey on the base of david’s neck, and he doesn’t think he’s ever left a hickey before, feeling a little like a strutting peacock when he sees david on monday morning with the bruise still dark against his skin. but then he hears all of the names of the people that some suspect might have left it there, and not once does his name come up. he doesn’t think he’ll be leaving one again.

-are you okay? david asks him one day when they’re standing at the edge of the field, and matteo’s been ignoring him all day because he didn’t think that he would be able to keep his mouth shut about how he heard from at least four of david’s teammates that david screwed around with one of matteo’s squadmates at a party in the middle of the week, which honestly was trashy enough. and matteo wasn’t too sure that david even went to a party on a wednesday night, but he’s been having a pretty shitty day all around and thought it was only a matter of time before he accidentally let it out on someone else. i’m fine, matteo says and tries to brush him off. matteo, just talk to me, david asks, and matteo was almost ready to spill his guts right there, right out his mouth and onto the field underneath their feet, but the said squadmate from the rumor happened to be walking by just then, because of course she did, and waved at david right as matteo went to open his mouth. forget it, matteo says instead of admitting anythign that was nasty, and mean, and uncalled for, and shakes his head. wait, david says. if you want to go talk to her, go and leave me alone, matteo mutters and turns away only for david to grip his elbow and pull him back, what is that supposed to mean? and matteo thinks this might be his guts coming up, that thing that was mean he was trying to push down, if you’re hooking up with other people or whatever, just leave me out of it.

-matteo walks away, and that night as he’s laying in bed, he thinks that maybe he really screwed something up.

-matteo never had a crush before, so he never really knew he was a jealous person. he didn’t know he was going to hate himself so much for it.

-i don’t know why you’re so convinced i’m meant to be a bad guy, david says, straddling the locker room bench and clearly waiting for matteo to come in, to try and get him to talk to him. what? matteo says with a shake of his head, even though he heard him perfectly fine, just didn’t want to have to come up with some sort of response to it. instead, facing towards his locker and effectively blocking himself from looking david in the face. you’re the only one i’m, like, interested in, or whatever, david says, i haven’t been talking to anyone else, or hooking up or anything. matteo nods his head because he doesn’t have anything to add, doesn’t have anything to say. but you don’t believe me, do you? david asks with a sigh and a scoff rolled into one and doesn’t wait for an answer. fuck, matteo. i know you don’t like football players, and i get it. really, i do, but i’ve never lied to you- not once. and i’m not screwing around behind your back. matteo nods again and reaches for something in his locker, his hand gripping nothing but air. yeah, alright, david says, and it sounds like he was giving up on something, i guess i’ll just fuck off or whatever.

-they don’t talk for days, and matteo feels like garbage the entire time, opening and closing david’s contact just trying to work up the nerve to talk to him.

-i think i really fucked it up, matteo mutters to jonas one night when he comes over to play some video games after school. with david? jonas asks and pauses the game. matteo hums and sets his controller down, i didn’t believe him and i should’ve. jonas sits there for a moment, tapping a beat only he could hear on his knee. have you told him that? jonas asks. matteo shakes his head. i don’t know how to apologize, matteo admits. i think i really fucked it up.

-matteo swallows down his pride and his nerves with nothing left in his bones except his guilt as he walks up to david at his locker with his hands stuck up under his backpack straps, kicking his heels into the ground. uh, hey, he says, and david turns around like he was shocked to see him. hey, david repeats and holds his books in front of his chest. i- uh, i wanted to apologize, matteo says, for being an asshole. david nods his head but doesn’t say anything, his face screwed up like he was holding himself back from saying anything at all. can we talk? after school maybe? matteo asks and hopes that he isn’t turned down. david says to wait up for him after practice.

-what did you want to talk about? david asks later, leaning back up against his locker with his arms crossed in front of him, the bench dividing them. i’m sorry, matteo says, i should’ve talked to you or something, instead of believing other people. i just- i don’t know. i haven’t had the best time at this school, especially with the football team. and i guess i just thought it was too good to be true, that-that you were too good to be true. david doesn’t say anything for a long time, and matteo sucks in a breath, running his thumb nail up the sides of his fingers, i should’ve talked to you, and i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to fuck this whole thing up. i really do like you. david clicks his tongue, and matteo has to look down at the ground in order to not stare too hard. i really like you, too, david says after a beat, and matteo looks up at him, wanting him to say more. it’s just- how can i be with someone who doesn’t trust me? and matteo goes to argue immediately, but closes his mouth when he sees the look that david was leveling him with. can i have another chance? matteo asks, to show you that i do?

-david agrees, and matteo sighs out in relief.

-it takes them a few weeks to get back where they were, when they felt young and almost in love, smiling just by the thought of seeing the other, so excited when they do, that they just sway from side to side on their feet once they’re in close proximity, too caught up in themselves to even kiss each other hello. but matteo thinks that he’s proved it. at least, he hopes that he did, that he trusts david totally and completely, with his whole heart even because he feels like that’s what he’s doing, handing it over wrapped in a little bow.

-do you want to go see a movie tonight? david asks him when they’re both standing outside the school, not exactly wanting to say goodbye but knowing the day was over. matteo hums, not completely catching the question, too caught up in his thoughts. a movie? david repeats, and matteo shrugs, not feeling any sort of way about the proposal. what is is? david asks, leaning in closer and nudging matteo with his elbow. did you want to be my boyfriend? matteo blurts out. the words just falling from his mouth before he’s able to catch them back up. oh, uh, david stretches out and scratches the back of his neck. nevermind, forget it, matteo stutters out and takes a step back. no, no, no, i do, i just- david sighs and looks around before tugging matteo over to the side of the building to be more out of the way.

-i do, david repeats. but? matteo asks. but, uh, david pinches the bridge of his nose and scrunches his eyes up, i’m trans, he says eventually, looking up and at matteo who was looking back with wide eyes. uh, matteo drawls out after a second, is that it? and david tilts his head to the side, what? and matteo looks around, not really for anything, just to look at something that wasn’t david for a second. you’re trans so you don’t want to be my boyfriend? matteo asks. what? david repeats, no, no- i’m trans, so i thought maybe you didn’t want me to be your boyfriend. and then it was matteo’s turn to scratch his head. so you’re trans, and you don’t want me to want you to be my boyfriend? he asks. and david looks at him for a second. i think we’re agreeing? he says with an uptick in his voice. you’re trans, matteo says. right, david confirms. and you wanna be my boyfriend? matteo asks. right, david repeats. and matteo nods, still feeling a little bit confused, so they both just stand there, rocking from side to side on the balls of their feet until david goes, so boyfriends? and matteo smiles. yeah, boyfriends, he agrees, and david smiles too and kisses him.

#here we are again #Clemson is in the lead #but there is time for that to change indeed #davenzi #davenzi fic #my writing #other aus #hot jock david

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toomuchponytail · 5 years ago

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Hello, big fan!! Could you do something friendly-fire flavored? >:3 Thank you!! Keep writing, you beautiful unicorn!!!

Hey Anon! (sorry I’m late! sorry this took so long, I am an excuse of a human! ) First of all, thank you, but I am barely a horse–let alone a unicorn. (Also: “NO YOU!! ;) ) But thank you so much for this prompt! It’s such a good one that I had trouble choosing the setting, so many possibilities! So if you don’t favor this one I totally understand and can offer others of unfortunately similar quality…

But oh my goodness, thank you again! I honestly don’t deserve you, and I will prove it with the exorbitant amount of garbage I have spewed forth.

I hope you have a day like a ginger bread cookie, sweet with just a hint of spice and bitterness that makes the sweet that much more enjoyable. I hope today is full of zest–both orange and otherwise, may you take small treats as they are offered, and use the good to weather the bad.

Love a goblin who doesn’t own a calendar.

“He could have killed you,” Sidekick breathes, they are tired and mournful in the cold morning light, they hand hero their mask, rust colored stains and all, they can’t bear to look at it, they make a point of looking out the window as hero takes it from them, their warm hand brushing sidekick’s ice cold one.

“But he didn’t,” Hero grinned, they took hold of sidekick’s trembling fingers and don’t let go until sidekick looked back at them again, they don’t look as bad as sidekick was expecting them to after last night, after the building had collapsed with them inside. They were still bruised and pale, their left arm in a sling, the medic had said that three of their ribs were broken–they’d also told hero to stay in bed, but here they were coffee in hand asking sidekick where their mask had gone in the scramble to save them.

“I’ll kill them,” Sidekick murmured, going back to looking out the window again, the sky blushed a soft golden peach color that melted into violet at the edges, the sun would be above the ridge in a few minutes, starting a day sidekick wasn’t ready for, not this time.

“Sidekick,” hero started, wincing as he twisted a little too far, the pang of sympathy the sidekick felt only solidified in their mind what they had to do, for the city, for hero, so that they could sleep at night again even if it was in a prison cell.

“I know that you don’t want to talk too much about your time as Villain’s sidekick, and I respect that choice, but like I said when we agreed to be partners,” hero took a sip of their coffee, “We do things differently than them, I don’t expect–or even allow you to kill, it’s too final, everyone deserves a chance at redemption, maybe even multiple chances.”

Normally sidekick would try to take hero’s words to heart, they were still learning how to be a good person after so many years with Villain, but today the words just grated on their panic frayed nerves, “And when do those chances run out hero?” They hear themselves ask, hero looks up in surprise at their biting tone, “When the city is in rubble around their feet? When they’ve killed enough innocents to warrant the death penalty? When you’re dead?!” Sidekick’s voice broke at the end of their sentence, they stuttered and apology and left the kitchen, their throat burning with every venom fueled question they’d asked. Those were Villain’s morals, passing judgement on others, kill or be killed, and it filled sidekick with rage to realize that they were still carrying Villain’s ideology around with them like a demon on their shoulder.

After a few hours blowing off steam by training alone in the basement of the base, sidekick’s mind was made up, sure it wasn’t hero’s way, but they had to do something. They had to be rid of Villain once and for all, it didn’t matter what came after, knowing hero was safe–would never look so frail and helpless as they had last night again–was enough peace of mind for sidekick.

If they had to live by Villain’s rules then that sorry excuse for a life would die because of them.

Sidekick carefully concealed a pistol the next time they were called out on a mission, the worst part was lying to hero, smiling at them and forcing themselves to be normal with hero sitting across from them feeling the cold barrel of the gun against their leg was maybe the worst sort of betrayal they felt like they’d ever committed. And they were on their way to murder their old friend and former partner.

The battle started out innocently enough, Villain had been spotted out in the densely forested oak grove, it was a big place, long suspected of concealing Villain’s home base. The Villain had stayed concealed in the dark, thick mist rising as the sun went down. Sidekick felt nearly sick waiting for their chance to kill them, it had to be times just right or hero would stop them–and they couldn’t allow that to happen.

Hours into their mission, Villain had run them raggedly through the forest, seeming to vanish into mist every time they got close to catching them, three times Sidekick had pulled their gun free in the darkness, and three times they’d had to hastily conceal it again as Villain slipped away. Hero was lagging now, their gasping breaths making clouds of steam in the cooling air, their hair was stuck to their head with sweat.

“They’re just running us!” Hero exclaimed, unconsciously holding the side with the broken ribs, “At this point I’m thinking about calling it,” Hero chuckled easily, but Sidekick glanced at them, their whole body radiating nervous energy, they couldn’t go back without achieving their secret goal, the stress of the decision had already eaten away all of their sleep, they had gone beyond twitchy and on edge, their nerves were shot with the waiting, they couldn’t possibly wait another day to ensure hero’s safety.

They just couldn’t take it.

“I’ll go on,” they said finally, putting what they hoped was a reassuring hand on hero’s shoulder, “I don’t want this bastard to think that they tired us out.”

“Even if it’s true?” Humor glinting in their tired eyes, sidekick wanted to strangle medic for allowing hero back onto the field so soon after their near-death experience, but they also knew that they really couldn’t blame them, the hero would be out here no matter what the medic said.

“I’ll go,” Sidekick repeated, “I’ll go and get them,” If Sidekick gave away any of the odd hollowness they felt eating away at them hero didn’t seem to notice.

They just nodded, still breathing hard, “Just be careful okay?”

Sidekick has the decency to nod at hero’s concern, feeling a wave of fondness wash over them for hero, they hadn’t had to accept them after their work with Villain, they could have locked them up and thrown away the key and no one would have blamed them–least of all sidekick–but they didn’t, they’d seen the want to try in them, the wish to be something better than a killer. And instead of judging them they’d accepted them, gently, patiently, not rushing sidekick to grow all at once.

That alone warranted repayment, call it retribution, call it love, call it duty or penance, Sidekick was just ready to get it over with.

They were thinking all of these things as they trudged into the darkness, gun in hand as soon as hero was out of sight, ready to finally protect hero in the only way that hero couldn’t protect themselves.

Villain evaded them a few more times, clueless to sidekick’s plan themselves, they couldn’t see the gun clenched in Sidekick’s hands in the dark. Speaking of the dark, now that they were alone Sidekick felt the darkness closing in, it felt like a creature crouched at their feet, they couldn’t quite shake the feeling that the darkness was on Villain’s side.

Finally after what felt like hours they saw the silhouette of a figure crouched in the grass, moving carefully along the underbrush–Villain! They readied their gun, taking a half breath to try and stop their hand from shaking so badly–they’d done this before, but not recently, and they were now very aware of what they were about to do–kill a man.

But in one shot they’d be free, and hero would be safe, it didn’t really matter what happened after that.

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Villain thought they’d finally lost their former sidekick in the woods when they heard an anguished cry split the night. It was so raw that for a moment Villain thought it was an animal, they froze to listen, tilting their head to the side slightly in the dark. The sound came again, realizing it was human sent a cold chill down Villain’s spine.

Villain went towards the sound without really making a decision to, they got close when they recognized the voice as Sidekick’s, screaming and sobbing like their limbs were being ripped off. Villain felt a wave of fear prickle beneath their skin, Sidekick never cried, when they got to the tiny clearing where Sidekick was what they saw there made them feel like someone had let all of the air out of their lungs unannounced.

Sidekick’s hands and arms were covered in blood as they leaned over hero, they were trying to stop the bleeding from the wound in hero’s side, but to Villain it already looked too late, hero was far too pale, and completely limp, unresponsive, their blood was still seeping between sidekick’s frantic fingers.

“No!” Sidekick howled, “Please god, no!” They were shaking badly, Villain could see the gun just out of reach to their left, “I’m sorry!” They sobbed desperately down at hero, “I’m so sorry, I just–I didn’t want–oh please no!”

“What did you do?” Villain asked, not completely able to keep the horror out of their voice, sidekick didn’t hear them come up behind them, they looked up their face a mess of tears and instantly their open grieving expression hardened to one of hate.

“This was supposed to be you!” they growled, “I–I tried!” But their heaving sobs cut them off as they decided to ignore Villain and keep putting pressure on hero’s wounds.

It was a losing battle, both Villain and sidekick knew it.

Villain took a measured breath, they didn’t mind killing people who stood against them, or those who put them in a corner, murder to eliminate or lower damages was of no regard to them, but this was hero, the goody two-shoes who’d saved their own worthless life more times than they could count.

This wasn’t heroics, this was simply repaying part of a giant debt.

“Come on, bring them, follow me,” Villain commanded their old sidekick, their voice full of bitter pity.

Sidekick decided then that saving hero wasn’t going to be possible, they let their hands drop from hero’s wound, the wound that they’d inflicted, their grief turning to acid in their throat, they scrambled for the gun, but Villain was faster than them, kicking the pistol away and after a brief scuffle pinning sidekick to the ground.

“Listen!” Villain hissed, “I can save them! But I need your help to get them to my base, if you still want to kill me after, then we can arrange something!”

Sidekick looked up at them in confusion, Villain noted that a thumbprint of hero’s blood had somehow gotten on their cheek. Sick, Villain felt sick, they could almost feel the violent agony of Sidekick’s emotions swirling inside of them when they looked their once friend now prospective murderer in the eyes.

“But I can’t do both die and save them, so make your decision!” They released sidekick and stood up, brushing dried pine needles from their jacket.

Sidekick didn’t say anything, but they knew that they were losing time with every second that it took them to deliberate, so they chose hero, there hadn’t really ever been another choice, between them and Villain they carried the limp hero through the forest. By the time they reached Villain’s base sidekick’s mind had melted numb, they focused on putting one foot in front of the other, then holding hero alone while Villain opened the door.

Sidekick didn’t even have any thoughts about walking willingly back into the home base of a person they’d sworn to kill, they thought absently if they were going into shock, Villain must have thought so too, as soon as hero was laid on the long silver table and Villain’s people were scrambling to get the medic and the equipment they’d requested Villain handed Sidekick a large blanket and told them to sit on the couch in the corner.

Villain looked at sidekick’s wide hollow eyes, “I’ll get you when they’re stable,” they stated briskly, steering Sidekick away from the action.

Sidekick surprised them with a high frantic bray of laughter, “I’ll get them!” They choked out, “That’s the last thing I said to hero before I shot them! Oh my god I’ll get them!”

Villain wasn’t sure what to do as sidekick crept over to the couch and sat down laughing hysterically all the way, even as tears streamed down their face. Villain didn’t think that they were ever going to forget this, no matter how badly they wanted to, Sidekick had always been so stoic, seeing something that needed to be done and doing it, no questions asked, that was what had made them such a valuable asset.Seeing them like this shook Villain to the core, but Villain had to get back to hero, they stood there for a long second, watching Sidekick come apart completely right in front of them.

“I’ll get them!” Sidekick howled, and Villain was no longer sure if they were laughing or crying, only that they were broken completely.

#HERO X VILLAIN #whump #Friendly fire #tw gun #shot #emotional whump #frantic #Sorry #Sorry it's so long!#Why can't I stop when I'm ahead?#ask answered #love you!!

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bunny-wk-fanfic · 5 years ago

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I don't know if you have seen MDZS, but can you put Kagome in a relationship with Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian?

Gonna be honest, I don’t know whether to thank you or curse you for introducing me to this series... With that said, I hope you enjoy this piece!

Kagome wasn’t sure how long she had been travelling with the two, it didn’t really matter to be honest since she couldn’t go home. The Shikon sent her here, somewhere in China, and all attempts to return to Japan had been all for naught. So instead, when they stumbled upon her, while she had been bathing of all things, they insisted she travel with them until she could be returned to a village safely. It soon changed when they witnessed her abilities when they crossed paths with a restless spirit.

“What’cha thinking about, ‘Gome-chan?” a youthful voice broke through her thoughts, two arms slipping over her shoulders and a firm chest pressed against her back.

“Nothing much. Contemplating time.” her own hands toyed with the long fingers of the young man's, observing the differences between them.

A huff blew past her ear, tone turning slightly pouty. “Booo, how boring!” a pointed chin dropped atop her head, snickers escaping him when she gave his fingers a tug in reprimand.

“What should I be thinking of then, brat?” a gurgle of a noise escaped her when she was drawn in tighter to his hold.

“I’m not a brat!” a tug was given to a lock of her hair, more snickers echoed around them when she tipped to the side to avoid any more tugging.

“Act like a childish-brat, and I’ll treat you like a childish-brat!” a quick jab to his stomach had air whooshing out of him, giving her the room to twist about and slip from his hold.

Wei allowed himself to fall back, black hair and silk robes billowing out around him. His gaze sharpened when he saw when her own eyes traced along his form, shifting into a more provocative pose that allowed his loosen robes to reveal a hint of skin. “I happen to be masculine, and very much an adult.” his head was propped in one hand while the other trailed down his exposed chest, teasing the edge of his robes with a few playful tugs.

Lips pursing and gaze narrowing on the man, Kagome blushed when she realized she had been caught staring. “Only when it seems to suit you.” turning away, she moved to a new spot to sit, closer to the other member of their little party that seemed to be the only one capable of reeling in Wei’s antics and energy. “I’m seriously contemplating about muzzling him at this point.”

Lan hummed as he offered her a cup of tea, silently filling the other two. “The idea has crossed my mind from time to time as well.”

“Wha-!” Wei’s cry filled the calm space as he physically threw himself across Kagome’s lap, who was conveniently the closest person. His arms wrapped around her waist as he settled. “How cruel!”

Arms slowly lowering, Kagome sighed as she eyed the steaming tea. “Careful. Would hate to scald that manly head of yours with tea.” the arms around her tightened, face nuzzling into her stomach with low grumbles. Attempting to fight of the heat flooding her cheeks, she eyed the now messy head of hair. “Then again, I doubt it would harm that ego of yours.”

A huff from beside her had her turning to observe Wei’s opposite. Lan often reminded her of Sesshoumaru; tall, silent, calm and collected, and obviously a brilliant tactician. Wei on the other hand… it was hard to tell, what with the two souls. Her heart broke as one was slowly dieing, seemingly happy to do so. Taking a sip of her tea, she set the cup aside to free his tied hair and began to comb her fingers through the long locks.

“You spoke of needing supplies.” Lan’s voice was a smooth tenor that helped offer a sense of calm to their break in travels.

“Un.” nodding her head, a smile curved at the lazy expression on Wei’s face. “While I do not use an instrument like you and your peers, I still am able to use tools to help accomplish tasks.” her brows furrowed as she watched the motions of her fingers, finding it unfair at how silky the black hair felt. Like ribbons that slipped between her fingers. Why did men get all the luck?

“Such as?” slanted golden eyes slid her way, cup poised to take a sip though waiting for her to answer first.

Pausing in her ministrations of Wei’s hair, Kagome stumbled at just how much Lan reminded her of Sesshoumaru. Her reply can with a stuttering start, “P-paper.” she pulled her hands from Wei’s hair much to his whining, using them to indicate about the size she needed. “About, this size?” she eyed how her thumb and pointer fingers made a frame, based on memories of the lessons Miroku gave her when it came to sacred sutras and ofudas. “Yes, about this size. Along with a calligraphy set.”

With a hum from Lan, he finally took a sip of his tea, also looking at Kagome’s raised hands. They both watched as she readjusted them, obviously she was mentally measuring the size of paper she desired. Her posture suddenly jumped and locked into place with a quiet squeak, cheeks blooming into bright pink.

A sleek brow rose at the sudden change in the woman next to him, cup lowering slowly before the two broke into chaos. Leaving Lan to watch silently as the two seemed to once again stir into a sudden burst of energy.

“Oi!” a sharp slap smacked against the back of Wei’s head, his purring snickers turning into a pained whine. Kagome was quick into pushing the young man off her lap, actually kicking him away from her. “What did you think you were grabbing?!”

A mess of red and black silk and wild black hair danced through the air as Wei rolled to the floor in a mess, his gaze slightly dazed until it finally focused back on a flushed Kagome. A grin was slowly curling his lips in a devious smile, lids lowering over smoldering eyes. “From what I remember on our first meeting, the perfect peach.”

Even Lan’s brows shot up as his eyes widened at the brazen words. He was quick to turn to Kagome, restraining her as she attempted to launch herself at the amused young man.

“Peach?!” she struggled in the tight hold, wriggling in attempts to break free. “Forget a muzzle, I’ll strangle you instead!” even with her arms pinned to her sides, her hands made the motions of said strangling. When Lan’s hold proved strong and unyielding, she kicked out her legs instead.

Jaw clenching and eyes shut tight, Lan grunted as she continued to struggle in his hold. He more than understood her ire, it was well deserved. It was the fact that his own body was reacting to… said peach bouncing around in his lap. “Kagome, please cease.”

“But Wei-!” her leg kicked out once again, this time taking aim of Wei’s hands attempting to reach of her feet.

“Yes. And he will be punished appropriately.” he pulled her closer, stifling her movements somewhat. “Until then, calm down, please.”

Wei snickered when she finally did, her face flushing once again, only this time at Lan’s gritted words. He turned to watch him, grin curling a little larger at seeing his face pulled tight as he continued to restrain the now stiff Kagome. “Ne, guess I’m not the only that’s appreciative of your… peach.”

Shoulders hunching, pink lips pulled back in a snarl, Kagome hissed. “Sacred beads… smoother in your sleep…” her growled words had Wei chuckling, a little nervously.

“Ah. Too far?” his hair spilled around his shoulders as he toyed with the ribbon that once held it out of his face. He winced when blue eyes narrowed even further. “I’ll, uh, I’ll uh go… get those supplies you asked for!”

The two watched as he hastily tied his hair back as he stumbled to his feet, nearly tripping as he rushed about the room to gather a few things before ducking out with a nervous chuckle. “I’ll be back soon!”

After a few minutes, Kagome’s posture eased, tension leaving her as she slowly climbed to her own feet. “I apologize.” her cheeks flushed, unwilling to look Lan in the eye due to shear embarrassment. Instead, she took her cooled cup of tea and sat back down, sure to put some space between the two of them.

“What…” a hand was raised as Lan cleared his throat a few times, cheeks still stained with a faint blush. “What are the sacred beads for?”

“Hmm?” she finally dared a chance to look up at him. When he raised a brow rather than repeating, Kagome blinked as she remembered that she had muttered under her breath about sacred beads. “Oh, sacred beads!” she turned back to the picturesque scene of the forested mountains before them “They are used to make a kusodama. A necklace of subjection. Once finished, placed around the neck of an individual, the one who placed them there needs to only say a word of subjection to activate them.”

He answered her with a curious hum, returning to his own tea. The awkwardness between them slowly dissipated. “In what methods are there?”

“Well, from my studies I’ve learned a slight shock, freezing the individual for a few moments, to the ultimate of forcing them to their knees.” the last one was putting it mildly, but she thought it better than explaining the case as it was with Inuyasha, with a violent meeting of face to earth. “But I wouldn’t do that to Wei-san. I just got so-!” with a huff, she finished her tea.

“I do believe it is his way of showing… affection?” his statement ended sounding more like a question, and by his furrowed brows, even Lan was aware of that.

Snorting softly, Kagome returned the now empty cup to Lan. “I believe that was a display of ill manners at best, and lust at worst. If it was the latter, then I have to tell you that there is a difference between lust and honest affection.” her fingers went to plucking at the sleeves of her own robes. Since meeting the two, cultivators as they called themselves, Kagome took to wearing the fashions of the land she was in. Well, at least the masculine fashions, it allowed for easier movements when they crossed paths with spirits and the like.

“Cannot the two be one and the same?” his honest question drew her attention back to him, he was observing her, surprisingly intently at that.

“Hmm, no. They can go together, felt separately for another, but they are not the same.” turning away, she leaned back on her elbows with a small kick of her feet. “And I would appreciate affection before lust in such a relationship. Don’t you think?”

The silence was a comfortable one, the breeze from the forest cool and moist as it carried the scent of fresh rain and sappy pine. “I think it best you go after Wei-san, who knows what trouble he’ll get into unsupervised.” she tossed a smirk towards Lan when he gave a low agreement.

“Will you be alright?” it was an honest question, his concern for her easily heard as he stood up.

“I’ll hold the fort, so to speak.” she shifted when a patch of sunlight broke through the clouds that had gathered since that morning. Her voice practically purred as she smiled and relaxed in her spot. “I’ll be fine until you both return.”

Lan observed her from his spot above her. With a soft smile, he bent down, and pressed a light kiss to her brow. He was already his full height when her eyes opened, and she hummed in question, fingers covering where he had kissed. Head tilting when he continued to look down at her, she could only blink when he simply said he would return swiftly and turned to bring back a wayward young man.

“What strange individuals I’ve found myself with. Again.” rubbing at the spot, she returned to basking in the sunlight while she waited for them to come back. She looked forward to what the future had in store for her in their company, she just hoped it wasn’t as messy as her last grand adventure.

#prompts #fanfiction #anime #crossover #Mo Dao Zu Shi #Grandmaster of Demoic Cultivation #Lan Wangji #Wei Wuxian #Kagome Higurashi

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itsanerdlife · 5 years ago

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Everything You Want 5/18

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warning: Lies. Fuck ton of lies. So many lies. Lots of secrets. So many fucking secrets. Language. Violence. Slow Burn. Lots of fighting. Heartbreak. Death threats. Kidnapping. Murder.

Someone is coming for you and your son, Anthony. Too many secrets and too many enemies for you to count. You got out, for reasons. Secret reasons, only Clint Barton knows. Or so you think? Clint takes you back to the safest place there is, Avengers Tower. But how are you supposed to face Peter? Keep your secrets in check? Keep your feelings under wraps? It’s been almost two years, can you really keep it together? You just need to put an end to whoever wants you. Than walk away, like everything is the same, right? Or will you be the one surprised? Everything blows up, leaving you holding the shreds of your secrets and fear.

Tag List Is Open!!

“Clint.” You hiss, as he gives you a shove through his bedroom door. Steve’s arms are folded over his chest as he stands in the room. Nat shakes her head as she moves in a line across the room.

“Oh stop the rooms are sound proof.” Clint rolls his eyes.

“But Peter could hear Anthony crying.” You blink at him.

“No that’s panic. He could sense Tony’s panic and pain.” Clint corrects you.

“Freak.” You mutter, rolling your eyes.

“Y/N just answer something.” Steve squeezes the bridge of his nose.

“You know who Ton’s father is.” Nat looks at you, stopping in her tracks.

“Yes.” You nod slowly.

“You knew the whole time too?” Steve looks at Clint.

“Since the day she found out.” Clint nods.

“And it’s,” Nat glances towards the wall, in the direction of Peter and Anthony in the kitchen.

“Yes.” You swallow, looking away ashamed.

“That’s why you left.” She blinks at you. You nod.

“He was with Mindy. He was so happy. It was just fun, no strings, but my stupid ass went and fell in love with him. Than she came along and we were supposed to go on like nothing happened. I tried, Nat I tried so hard. But every time I saw them together, I wanted to,” you let out a frustrated sigh.

“Strangle her.” She nods.

“But he was so happy I couldn’t ruin that for him. I just wanted him to be happy, even if he wasn’t happy with me.” You shrug. “I asked Clint for an out, after I got the results back from a blood test. I couldn’t come between them, I couldn’t rip away his happiness by telling him he accidently knocked up his fuck buddy.” You run a hand through your hair.

“What happened between the two of you the night you left?” Steve asks.

“We argued.” You shrug. “Why?”

“He wasn’t the same after it. Whatever you said, it fucked the kid up. He was moody, sulking. I was sure Clint was going to punch him out if he asked where you were one more time.” Steve nods slowly.

“Man he got on my nerves.” Clint sighs, shaking his head.

“He said he wanted to apologize for letting me leave that night.” You explain. “You can’t tell anyone. You have to keep this between the four of us.” Your eyes growing wide at the three people in the room with you.

“How long are you thinking you can keep this to yourself? He’s starting to do things, Y/N.” Nat stares at you.

“What?” Clint turns on you, you wince.

“It’s just the one thing!” You hold up one finger. “Sometimes when he sneezes his hands or feet stick to himself as well.” You cringe.

“He’s sticking to things?” Clint blinks at you.

“Just once in a while.” You admit softly, looking down at the carpet.

“Christ Y/N, you’re not going to be able to keep this secret much longer.” Clint scraps a hand over his face.

“You bet your ass I can. I don’t have to stay here. I’ll leave.” You nod, standing your ground.

“What?” The three of them gasp.

“He doesn’t love me. He’s not ready for a kid. It’s my choice.” You stare at them.

“I’ll tell him.” Steve takes a step towards the door. Your foot slams into the back of his knee, before you slam your body into his, knocking him to the floor with a loud thump.

“Open that mouth Rogers and I’ll fuck your world up.” You hiss.

“Y/N!” Nat is blinking down at you.

“I didn’t ask for your help.” You stand up, glaring at them. “You dragged me here when I didn’t want to come.” You poke Clint in the chest. “I have no problem walking out. I’ll do what I have to, he’s my son.” You shoot the three of them a look, Nat’s helping Steve up off the floor. “Before any of you think about sharing my secret. Remember this, being around Peter, knowing he doesn’t love me, doesn’t want me, is torture. I had his love child, and am raising apart of him, do you understand how much my heart breaks every fucking day in general. Now living with Peter again, I want to claw my own heart out just to make it stop hurting.” Your breathing was ragged as if you were on the verge of tears.

“Y/N.” Nat blinks, her face crestfallen.

“This is my choice. Sharing him with Peter, it’ll hurt even more having a front row seat to watching his life move on. I’d rather stop breathing then watch that or feel that type of pain again.” You shake your head. “I don’t care if you agree or not. You’re good fucking people, so before you open your mouth, think about the pain you’ll be putting me through.” You turn around, ripping open the door.

“You okay?” Peter looks up as you enter the kitchen.

“Yeah.” You nod, pulling your hair up into a messy ponytail.

“Y/N,” Peter smirks scooping the last spoonful from the jar and into Anthony’s mouth.

“Yeah?” You look at him as you start the sink, filling it with water.

“I can tell you’re struggling.” He grins at Anthony as he pulls him from the high chair.

“What?” You blink at him.

“It’s in your body language. If you’re worried about whoever is after you, I’ll stay home during missions with you.” He holds Anthony up, so you can quickly remove his diaper, before he places the giddy baby in the water.

“No Peter, I’m fine. You’re right, I am worried. But the tower is the safest place, I’ll be okay. We both will be.” You smile softly at him as Anthony splashes and giggles in the base of the sink.

“Alright, but if you change your mind. I’ll stay.” His hand slips up your back as he leans in kissing your temple. “I’ll get you his towel and soap.” He nods, before turning and leaving you and Anthony.

“Oh yeah I see you have this really handled.” Clint’s leaning against the opening from the hall, arms folded, watching you.

“Barton, I’ll strip your title as God father, don’t think I won’t.” You mutter as you turn focusing on your son. Clint snorts, before you hear his footsteps down the hall. Moments later Peter is returning, joining the two of you again.

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loserholland · 5 years ago

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𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞

𝟎𝟏𝟔 ➺ 𝐑𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮

Pairing ➺ Ceo playboy!Ben Hardy x Reader

Warning ➺ nsfw towards the end of the chap, choking!kink, breeding!kink

Word Count ➺ 3,187

Summary ➺ An arranged marriage between two polar opposites.

A/N ➺ One more chapters and the series will be complete! I will be doing a thank you/q&a video once I’m done writing the series, so if you have questions please send them in! They don’t have to be Elite related questions! We’ve come to the end wow one more chapter well the epilogue and this series will be complete! Also sprinkled some game of thrones into the chapter because I’ve been obsessed and I’m on season 3 ep 2! I also apologize for the LONG delay.

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Can't say how the days will unfold, Can't change what the future may hold

Three years had gone by, during those wonderful 36 months a child was brought into the world. Before any of you question who’s child, Presely had gave birth to a beautiful baby boy names Boston. Now here stands (Y/N) holding her two year old nephew in her arms as she beside her sister who was currently going to marry Joe. (Y/N) scanned the crowd smiling as she caught Ben’s eye, the two have been taking things slow enjoying each other’s company, they weren’t in a rush to get married just yet.

But, I want you in it Every hour, every minute

It took a while for Ben to come to the realization that he wanted (Y/N) to be in his life forever. He thought that he could never fall in love again. He thought that if he fell in love again it would and slowly bring down the walls he had built up history would repeat itself. He was scared to show how vulnerable he could be. The moment she walked out of his life, it was as if time stopped an everything in his life came to a stop.

“You may now kiss the bride.”

Everyone cheered standing to their feet as the happy newly weds walked down the aisle together. (Y/N) followed closely with her nephew in her arms, flashing a smile at Ben before continuing down the isle.

The two had just came home from dinner and a stroll in central park. They had no intentions on rushing things but to take things slow to make up for the past two years.

“I’ve missed this.. I’ve missed you.” Ben murmured causing (Y/N) to lift her head slightly looking up into those beautiful emerald eyes. The two were tangled in each other’s embrace as the moonlight brought a glow into (Y/N) room.

(Y/N) hummed leaning up to place a chaste kiss on Ben’s plump pink lips, “It was quite lonely to watch game of thrones without you asking questions every five minutes.” Ben rolled his eyes playfully and let out a dry chuckle “Well, I’d like to catch up on what has happened thank you very much.”

Ben had proposed a year after they were dating again but they had agreed to not rush the wedding.

This world can race by far too fast Hard to see while it's all flying past

Boston whined leaning forward towards Ben causing (Y/N) to pout “Boston! You want uncle Benny over me?!” Ben brought him into his arms as Boston played with his tie. Everyone patiently waited outside waiting for their turn to take a picture with the newly weds, Joe’s family stood on the steps as the rest of Presley’s family waited.

Ben swayed Boston from side to side as (Y/N) stood beside Ben resting her head on his shoulder “Boston bud, I think you made your aunty (Y/N) very sad.” (Y/N) lifted her head from her fiance shoulder pouting at the two year old that just giggled.

“Boston bub!” Presley called out needing Boston in the photo. Ben slowly set Boston down on his feet as he walked over towards his parents as the rest of the family watched in awe.

Kids.

Both (Y/N) and Ben couldn’t wait to have kids that was they never touched on the subject but Ben could see the gleam in her eyes when she would play with Boston. Or when she’d spoil him with many clothes that he’d outgrow and buy any toy he touched. He knew that when they had kids, he hops they have their mother’s golden heart.

All I want to do Is come running home to you

(Y/N) walked up to the stage tapping on the mic slowly bringing the chatter down, it was time to give her maid of honor speech. She had spent many months worrying about what she had to say. Every time she sat down to write something her mind went blank, so now here she stands unsure of where to start.

“Friends, family I’d like to thank you for helping us celebrate the newly weds Presley and Joe Mazzello. I’d also like to thank Presley for choosing me to be her maid of honor. I’d also like to thank her for many memories, I know there was a time when we lost contact and were never close but I’d like to thank you for staying up with me during those stormy night’s. Thank you for giving me a beautiful nephew whom I love and cherish so much. I wish you and Joe nothing but happiness. Also give me more nieces and nephews. Now raise your glass for Mr and Mrs. Mazzello.”

Come running home to you And all my life I promise to

"So when’s the wedding?”

Oh the questioned she dreaded, anytime someone asked her that question she never really had a response to it. Only because her and Ben never got around to talking about the date and where it would be.

“Maybe next year.” (Y/N) answered smiling between her aunts that stood in front of her, she knew the next question a typical question they always asked.

“Have you two thought about having kids? I know that you two will make some beautiful children.” she smiled sweetly looking over at Ben to come and rescue her.

Though that didn’t help the situation at all, they continued to ask even more question even though Ben had asked if they could excuse us to dance. The reception slowly came to an end as everyone began to say their goodbyes, and that was (Y/N) queue to leave.

(Y/N) walked over to Presley who held a sleeping two year old in her arms, they would be babysitting Boston for the next two and a half weeks due to Presley and Joe going on their honeymoon to Europe.

“I will see this little guy tomorrow morning, goodnight Mr and Mrs.Mazzello.”

Keep running home to you Keep running home

There was a small knock at the door causing (Y/N) to quickly walk over opening the door to see her Presley with Boston in her arms.

“Hi bubba! We’re gonna have so much fun!” (Y/N) gladly took Boston into her arms pressing many kisses to his chubby cheeks. She loved her nephew with all her heart, the more time she spent with Boston made her want kids of her own.

(Y/N) gave Presley one last hug before slowly pulling away as she pointed her index finger at her older sister, “I expect to hear that you’re pregnant when you get back.”

Presley laughed at her sister’s remark, “Alright alright, bye my little love I’ll see you soon be good to your aunty (Y/N)” Boston nodded twisting and turning to be let down wanting nothing more but to play with his toys.

Ben had just came home from meeting with a New York based company all he wanted to do was lay in bed with (Y/N) just to be in her embrace. He unlocked the door to her condo kicking off his shoes and tugging at his tie, his blazer was long gone leaving him with his white dress shirt.

“(Y/N)? Love?” Ben called out as he walked into the living room to see Boston cuddled up to (Y/N). His eyes softened, it was in that moment he was ready to marry (Y/N). He was ready to start a family with her, in that moment he knew that she would be the person he’d want to come home to.

To you

Ben hadn’t told her yet, he hadn’t told her that they should start setting a date, have her look at dresses, he wanted to find the right moment. The three were having a picnic at Central Park, Boston giggled as (Y/N) blew some bubbles.

“More!” he shouted as he reached up in the air attempting to pop the bubbles before they floated away. Ben loved the way (Y/N) interacted with Boston, soon his mind began to wander about if she’d be the same way with their kids. His train of thought came to a halt as an elderly couple began to talk to (Y/N).

“Your son is beautiful.” the woman spoke causing (Y/N) to smile widely, “Thank you but he’s my nephew.” the woman quickly apologized which caused (Y//N) to reassure her that it happen’s often. When that would happen there was something inside her that made her want to have children of her own so she could say yes instead of no, or he’s my nephew.

And I could see it Right from the start

Ben sat on their shared bed waiting for (Y/N) as she went to put Boston to rest. He began to mumble what he wanted to say staring at his lap as his fingers were interlocked, he didn’t even notice (Y/N) walk in. He was so deep in thought.

“Ben?”

No answer.

“Bub?”

Still no answer.

“Benjamin Jones.”

Immediately Ben looked up to see (Y/N) standing in front of him with concern in her eyes, she slowly walked over to him wrapping her arms around his neck as he snacked his arms around her waist resting his head against her chest.

“What’s wrong bub?” her voice was soft and soothing causing Ben to relax, he pulled away to look up at her.

It was now or never.

“I-I think we should start setting a date.. for the wedding. I’ve just been thinking about it a lot and when you interact with Boston. It makes me wonder what you’d be like with our kids- that’s if you want kids! If you don’t, I understand, I do really since you’ll be the one carrying the baby and I don’t want to force you into anything you don’t want to do! I also understand if you’re not ready to get married yet, I’ll wait take all the-”

(Y/N) leaned down kissing him sweetly to stop him from blabbering even more. Slowly she pulled away with a smile, running her fingers through his blonde locks.

“You talk too much,” she started causing Ben to roll his eyes jokingly.

“-I’m ready. To start looking at venues, churches, dresses. I’m ready to marry you Benjamin Jones. Also I’d love to have kids with you, I mean my aunt’s did say we’d make beautiful kids.” Ben smiled, pulling her into another hug.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Ben watched as his soon to be wife walked down the aisle, his heart fluttered as tear began to blur his vision. He allowed the tears to fall, as he remembered the first time they met. Who would’ve thought the most sweetest girl in the world could love him and give him another chance after everything he did?

Right from the start That you would be Be my light in the dark Light in the dark

(Y/N) was the one to help him love again, to show him no matter how bad things got she was there to guide him and was at his side when he felt lost. When they had called of their engagement, he felt lost without her, it was as if he was stuck in a dark pit no light to guide him to the opening.

Oh, you gave me no other choice But to love you

He was afraid to love again, he had thought this would be just an arranged marriage with no love. But overtime he began to love her, his heart and mind at war with one another scared to allow himself to love her again.

All I want to do Is come running home to you

“(Y/N), you are the light in my life. No matter how hard and bad things get you’re there to guide me. When we had called off our first engagement I didn’t have you to guide be, to be there at my side to reassure me that everything was going to be okay. I was lucky enough that you found it somewhere in your heart to give me another chance which I will be eternally grateful for. Someone once said, home is the person or place you want to return to over and over. Your my home. All I want to do at the end of the day is come home to you. Even after a fight, it will always be you. No matter the circumstances, I want to come home to you and only you.”

Come running home to you And all my life I promise to

“Benjamin Jones, the day we met I knew I wasn’t going to like you. Though I tried because if we were going to be married though it was originally arranged I wanted it to be meaningful even if it meant our marriage would be one-sided love. Slowly after every date, every moment we spent together. I grew to love you. I was afraid to admit it, I was afraid that you wouldn’t love me the way I loved you. The first time you had told me you loved me was during our first fight. When we broke off our first engagement I didn’t know what to do without you. I held onto hope that one day, we’d find our way back to each other. Even if it took months, or years we’d find our way back to one another.I love you with all my heart Benjamin Jones.”

Keep running home to you Keep running home

“Do you Benjamin Jones, take (Y/N) (Y/L/N) to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

“I do.”

Home to you

“Do you (Y/N) (Y/L/N), take Benjamin Jones to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do.”

Can't say how the days will unfold Can't change what the future may hold

“I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may now kiss the bride.”

But, I want you in it Every hour, every minute

Alexa had surprised them with a jet ready to take off to Bora Bora for their honeymoon. She had also packed many, many different colored lingeries with a note that read ‘Make me some grandbabies!’.

The newly weds spent most of the first few days exploring Bora Bora it a good thing (Y/N) knew some French though many of the signs included english, she thought it would be more efficient to communicate in french.

(Y/N) looked at herself once more before wrapping a satin robe around her body, she walked out to see Ben sat upright against the headboard looking over his laptop with his reading glasses sitting on the tip of his nose.

“Ben?”

She spoke softly but loud enough to pull Ben’s attention away from the screen in front of him, she slowly walked over to him causing Ben to place his laptop and glasses on the nightstand beside him. (Y/N) let the robe fall to the ground, revealing a beautiful white lace piece Ben truly felt like he had gone to heaven at the beautiful sight of his wife.

“I’ve gone to heaven haven’t I?”

(Y/N) couldn’t help but giggle after her husband’s remark, she straddled Ben’s lap wrapping her arms around his neck as he wrapped his arms around her waist leaning up to attach his lips to her neck.

“Not quite yet my love.”

She pulled away from to place her lips on his, slow yet passionate as their hands roamed over one another’s body. (Y/N) tugged slightly at Ben’s hair causing him to moan softly allowing their tongues to dance against one another. She began to roll her hips into his feeling his shaft harder against her inner thigh.

Ben pulled away to pepper kisses down her neck to the valley of her breast as (Y/N) worked to get it undone. Tonight she wanted to be the one in charge, there will be many other nights when Ben could be in control. But just for tonight.

“Let me be in control tonight. Just for tonight.” (Y/N) said breathlessly watching as Ben’s eyes filled with lust, “Anything for you my love.”

(Y/N) stood up for a moment removing the lace material from her body then moved to remove Ben’s boxer’s. She took his hard shaft into her hand pumping it lightly as Ben threw his head back, she moved back to straddle him lining herself up before slowly sinking down onto his shaft.

Ben hand rest on her hips as he watched her adjust for a moment before moving her hips in a circular motion bringing a new feeling she hadn’t felt before. (Y/N) rest her hands atop Ben’s broad chest letting out a airy moan as she began to bounce up and down Ben’s eyes glued to her chest, one of his hands moved to touch them only to receive a slap.

“No, keep your hands on my waist baby. Who’s in control tonight?” (Y/N) cooed as she moved one of her hands to the side of Ben’s face.

All Ben could do was nod, causing her to stop and Ben to let out a groan.

“Words baby, use your words and maybe I’ll continue to fuck you.”

Oh those sweet words should be falling from his mouth, but the way she was speaking to him didn’t have him complaining.

“You’re in charge love.”

(Y/N) hummed in approval continuing her actions leaning forward to place a kiss on his sweet lips, she was enjoying this. Being in charge, giving Ben a taste of his own medicine. She could see it in his eyes, he enjoyed it too. Maybe this won’t turn into a one time thing.

Her hands moved to wrap around his neck squeezing it lightly as she clenched around him causing her to moan loudly as his eyes rolled back to the beautiful pleasure his wife was giving him. She could feel the knot in her stomach tighten, the pleasure and sight of Ben beneath her edged her to her climax.

“Do you enjoy me choking you baby?” (Y/N) cooed as Ben let out a throaty moan, ah I take that as a yes.

She released the pressure from his neck and placed her hands grabbed his hands from her waist intwining their hands together, “Are you close baby?” Ben nodded trying his best to use his voice “Yes love.” (Y/N) moaned as she clenched around him.

“C’mon baby.”

Ben groaned lightly, “Let me cum love please, let me fill you up have your carry my child. Have you carrying all of my children, c’mon lovely.” (Y/N) let out a throaty scream her entire body felt like it was on fire, Ben followed closely behind her. He helped her ride out her orgasm, before she slowly rolled off of him.

They laid their for a moment, regaining their breathe before Ben spoke.

“We definitely need to do that again.” (Y/N) smiled turning to face Ben before kissing him sweetly.

“We have all the time in the world.”

Ben smiled pressing a kiss to her nose before pulling her closer to his chest, “I love you Mrs.Jones.” (Y/N) smiled pressing a small kiss to his chest.

“I love you Mr.Jones.”

#ben hardy #ben hardy smut #ben hardy fanfiction #ben hardy au #ben hardy x reader #roger taylor fanfiction #roger taylor imagine #roger taylor x reader #loserholland #loserholland elite

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justlookfrightened · 5 years ago

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The Sting of Love

From @thesaltqueen: Not really an prompt but a timeless classic au: flower shop/tattoo artist

This is more beekeeper Jack and tattoo business owner Bitty -- I hope you like it anyway!

Jack couldn’t help but sneak peeks at the man standing in front of his booth, perusing the jars of honey, then burying his nose in the vases of echinacea he’d put out this week.

It was his mother’s idea to sell the flowers along with his honey at the market.

“At the very least, it will add some color to the booth,” she said.

Jack wasn’t sure he should really be selling flowers that you could pick wild in a lot of places, but they were pretty, and there were more than anyone could ever need in his gardens. So he kept the prices of the flowers low, and often threw in a bunch for free if someone bought more than one jar of honey.

It was all in the name of educating people, he decided. If he could get more people to grow bee-friendly flowers in their own gardens, so much the better for everyone.

The man who was looking at the honey had been in the market before; Jack had noticed him looking at the table. He had honey-blond hair (really -- it would almost exactly match the light amber of his blueberry honey, although he wouldn’t have any more of that until later in the year) and deep brown eyes.

There were tattoos on his arms, and on his lower legs, and Jack had almost followed him to get a closer look one week. He’d never bought anything, or lingered this long before.

Jack turned back from the display hive he was packing up to take home to find the man looking at him.

“Can I help you?” Jack said.

The tattoos on his arms were plants, Jack could see now. A branch of a lemon tree on one forearm, a delicately colored lavender spring on the other. And there points of more leaves poking above the neckline of the man’s black T-shirt.

“How much for two jars of the this honey?” the man said.

“They’re $15 each, or $25 for two,” Jack said. “And if you buy two, you can take that bunch of coneflowers as well.”

“I couldn’t do that,” the man said. “They’re marked at $10.”

“Sure you can,” Jack said. “I really just bring them to make the booth look better, and I’m closing up soon anyway.”

“If you insist,” the man said, sliding a debit card across the table.

“What you’re buying there is wildflower honey,” Jack said, trying to keep conversation going. “Later in the season, after we take the bees to pollinate different crops, we’ll have blueberry honey and apple honey.”

“Good to know,” the man said. “Too bad we’re so far north. Peach honey is something special.”

Jack looked at the card after he ran it through the machine.

“I’m sure it is, Mr. Bittle,” he said. He wondered if the man was from Georgia, between the drawl and the talk of peaches.

“Mister -- I’d say Mr. Bittle is my dad, but no one ever called him that either,” the man said. “My friends call me Bitty.”

“I’m Jack.”

After that day, Jack saw Bitty at almost every market day. He didn’t buy honey every time -- how could he, after buying three pounds the first day? -- but he always stopped to chat, and often took home a bunch of flowers.

Jack took took to making up special bunches combining some of his favorite summer flowers: yarrow and bachelor buttons, ox-eye daisies and cosmos, sage and hyssop. He kept them separate from the flowers he had for sale until later in the day, when the man -- Bitty -- came to the market.

He never marked them with a price, and usually tried to give them to Bitty. It wasn’t hurting Jack any to give them away -- bees and the honey they made were his main business -- and they seemed to make Bitty happy.

Not that he wasn’t happy anyway. Bitty usually had a smile for everyone, and he talked with several of the vendors and other customers as he wandered among the stalls. He was always alone, too, which pleased Jack, even though it shouldn’t. Why should he want his favorite customer to be lonely?

Then he appeared one day with someone else, an Asian woman even smaller than him, and even more covered in ink. They weren’t holding hands or anything, but the way they laughed and talked made it clear they were close. Maybe Bitty was taking the flowers Jack gave him (that he tried to buy) and giving them to her? Well, even if he was, Jack couldn’t really complain. Why shouldn’t Bitty try to make his … person he was close to happy?

Jack’s suspicions were confirmed when Bitty led the woman to his stall.

“This is Jack,” he said. “He always has these gorgeous flowers, and he’s the one who makes the honey.”

“No,” Jack said.

“No?” The woman raised a pierced eyebrow in his direction.

“I don’t make the honey,” Jack explained. “I harvest it, but the bees make it.”

She nodded, and said, “Can I look at your hive there?”

“Sure,” Jack said. “That’s why I bring it.”

“Jack,” Bitty said. “This is Lardo, my partner.”

Jack’s heart sank an inch or two further -- as though he needed further confirmation of their relationship -- while his mind caught on the name.

“Lardo?” he said stupidly.

“Nickname,” Lardo said, without looking up from where she was studying the hive. “This is really cool,” she said. “I could make some interesting things out of this.”

What?

“The hive’s not for sale,” Jack said.

“No,” Lardo said. “I was thinking designs. Drawing it? The honeycomb pattern, and the way the bees look.”

“Lardo’s a tattoo artist,” Bitty said. “She designed everything I have on me, and most of what’s on her.”

Bitty seemed to be standing straighter, almost preening, so Jack could see the tattoos that weren’t covered by clothes. It might be as close as Jack ever got to touching Bitty, and he let his eyes wander and linger.

Nearly all of the art was botanical, he realized, and most of it had to do with plants that were food sources: the lemon and lavender, of course, and a band of rosemary around his bicep.

There was a new one, on his left arm, an intricately detailed coneflower. Jack wondered if it was based on the first flowers he had given Bitty.

The tattoo on his right ankle was different. Silhouettes of a figure skater, male, captured in stop-motion as he moved through a jump, circled the ankle.

“Did you skate?” Jack asked.

The question seemed to startle Bitty, until he followed Jack’s eyes down his own leg.

“Oh,” he said. “Yes. That was the first design Lardo did for me, when we were in college and I was talking about how much I missed it.”

“I know what you mean,” Jack said. Because while he didn’t regret leaving the hockey world behind -- the stress and anxiety were not good for him -- he missed the feeling of gliding across the rink, the scrape of his blades on ice, even the chemical tang of the air.

“You skated?” Bitty asked.

“I played hockey,” Jack said.

“Seems like a big jump,” Bitty said, “from hockey to beekeeping.”

“Let’s just say after some of the checks I took a couple of little stings didn’t scare me,” Jack said.

“If you say so,” Bitty said.

Lardo straightened up and said, “Do you have a card? Can I call you and maybe come out and make some sketches when you’re not busy here?”

“Uh, sure,” Jack said. “Right here.”

He handed her a card from the stack on the table, then remembered his manners. It wasn’t like Bitty had betrayed him by having a partner, after all.

“Did you want to take some flowers home?” he said, picking up the bunch he’d made especially for Bitty that morning.

Bitty gave Jack his sunniest smile and said, “Of course. They’re lovely. How much do I owe you?”

“No charge,” Jack said. “I’m closing up soon anyway.”

Two days later, Lardo called, and three days later she was in the barn on his property, working away with a sketchbook and pencils. She came to find Jack in the honey room before she left.

“Thanks,” she said. “I don’t know if you have any ink, but if you wanted one, I’m sure Bitty would be happy to do it on the house.”

“Ink?” Jack said. “You mean a tattoo?”

“Yeah,” Lardo said. “Maybe something like a bee, or a bit of honeycomb. Or some of those flowers you keep giving Bits.”

Jack shrugged.

“I can’t say I’ve ever really thought about it,” he said. “Does Bitty -- does he also work with you?”

“Chyeah,” Lardo said. “We own the tattoo parlor on Park together. I make most of the designs, but he can follow a stencil well enough. And he handles a lot of the business stuff. He’s much better at making the customers feel comfortable than me. Especially the newbies.”

“LIke me?” Jack said.

“I guess,” Lardo said. “Look, I probably shouldn’t say anything, but he really likes you, y’know?”

“Okay,” Jack said. “I like him too. He’s a real nice guy.”

“Right,” Lardo said, and sighed. “A nice guy. That’s all you’ve noticed about him? Because the first time he came back with honey, he went on and on about how blue your eyes were and how broad your shoulders were and … well, you get it. Then with the flowers and everything, I thought he’d be planning a wedding by the end of the summer.”

“I’m sorry,” Jack said.

“No need to apologize, dude,” Lardo said. “But if you aren’t interested, maybe stop with the flowers and the flirting? It’s mean to string him along.”

“I haven’t been flirting,” Jack said. “Wait, you two aren’t married already?”

“You’re kidding, right?” Lardo said. “First, I saw you at the market this week. If you look up flirting in the dictionary, they have a video of that. The way you looked at him. And no, we’re not married. Bitty doesn’t date women, and even if he did, he’s not my type anyway.”

“But he said you were partners?”

“Business partners. You thought, like romantic partners?”

And then Lardo might have been laughing at him, but Jack couldn’t help laughing too. Bitty was single, and even better, Bitty liked him.

“Here, let me give you his number,” Lardo said. “I promise he’ll be happy to hear from you.”

The next market day, Bitty stayed and helped Jack pack up his stall, waiting for him to get coffee and have a proper date.

Jack learned that Bitty had always assumed he would be some kind of a baker, and still loved baking and food of all sorts, but found it easier to make a living in the tattoo industry.

“I’m not a real artist,” he said. “Lardo is. But I’m good at the easier stuff, and she gets bored with that.”

Jack explained that he took up beekeeping as a hobby after a near-disastrous overdose and stint in rehab, and Bitty did not flinch away. He talked about how the company of the bees soothed him, and the time outdoors quieted his mind.

It was near dark by the time he got home.

Bitty stayed late again the next week, and this time rode home with Jack, preparing dinner in Jack’s kitchen and chirping him about his lack of cooking supplies.

“Except honey,” Bitty said. “There’s plenty of honey.”

The honey peach pie Bitty brought drew an indecent groan from Jack, which drew a hooded, smoldering look from Bitty. It may have led directly to Jack seeing Bitty for the first time without a shirt, tracing his fingers and then his tongue over the tattoos he hadn’t seen before, nibbling at the peach that hung from a branch right over Bitty’s heart.

“Because you’re from Georgia?” Jack asked, looking up.

“And I don’t really go home,” Bitty said.

Jack filed that away to ask more later.

A month later, Jack found himself on Lardo’s bench, Bitty holding his hand. Lardo was inking his first tattoo -- two tiny bees on piece of honeycomb -- on the back of his left shoulder. He had just watched Lardo ink the same design into Bitty’s skin.

“Are you coming home to mine tonight?” Jack asked, when she was applying plastic wrap over the area.

“Of course,” Bitty said. “There’s a new honey pie I want to make.”

#omgcheckplease #omg check please #zimbits #my fic #prompt fill #Lardo is the best

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parkerspicedlatte · 5 years ago

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Blue Sweater (FULL) (A.I)

Word Count: 2.3 K a smaul bean

Warnings: light innuendo (they’re dirty boys what do you expect), light cussing

Pairing: Ashton Irwin x Reader

“Babe, have you seen my blue sweater.” Ashton, your boyfriend called from down the hallway.

“Um no…?” you called back, barely attempting to cover up the uncertainty of your answer.

“No?” The voice repeated from the doorway where Ashton stood with arms crossed over his chest, looking down at your body sprawled atop of the bedroom carpet. “You sure about that baby girl?”

You nodded, grinning deviously at him while tucking your fingers into the pocket of his blue sweater, having no intentions of giving it back anytime soon.

Ashton pushed his body away from the door frame and stepped over your legs and torso so that each of his feet were placed aside each of your hips. leaving his body to stand over yours.

“So the blue sweater that you are currently residing in, the one I’m fairly certain smells like my hair product isn’t the blue sweater I’m looking for? My only blue sweater?”

“That would be a no.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“This is definitely my sweater.”

“Are you calling me a liar?”

“Well I ain’t calling you a truther!” You giggled back the last words at the sheer ridiculousness of your relationship. Here you were lying on the bedroom floor in Ashton’s sweater with mile long sleeves quoting Drake and Josh to him while he stood over you keeping you in place.

“You know you’re adorable right,” stated Ashton, not even bothering to pose the sentence as a question.

“I aim to please.”

“However, I am going to need that sweater back.”

“Well that’s going to be a problem because this sweater is occupied.”

“Occupied?”

“Mm hmm, by me. In case you haven’t noticed.” You threw in the last part to add a bit of sass.

Ashton laughed and shook his head. He loved the view below him. He loved how cheeky you looked with your hair a mess against the carpet, grin prominent on your face. He loved the way his blue sweater looked against your skin. He loved the fact that you were wearing short pants and a long sleeve sweater despite the fact that you usually wore short sleeves with short pants and long sleeves with long pants. Little things like that mattered to you but it made his heart warm to know that in the comfort of your shared home, you didn’t care what you wore, except at that moment you happened to care enough that you weren’t giving up the sweater without a fight.

“You’ve chosen to be a brat today have you?” he asked from above you. “You know what happens to brats, don’t you.”

You picked at your fingernails while pretending not to notice Ashton talking to you. He bent down so that his hands rested on each of his knees, bringing himself down to emphasise his words. However you continued to ignore him and hum away.

“Baby girl?”

“Yes?” you answered innocently.

“Are you going to apologise?”

“For what?”

“For being a brat.”

You pretended to think long and hard about that one while the sliver of a smirk crept onto Ashton’s face, both assuming what you were going to say and where things would lead.

“You know what, I’m sorry for being a brat.”

“What?” Ashton was taken aback by your words, fully expecting you to not give into the apology. You had completely taken him by surprise.

“NOT!” There it was.

“Alright, you asked for it!” Ashton came the rest of the way to the floor to straddle your body just above your hips. Quickly his hands, coupled with yours, were flush against the carpet. You felt the pressure in your wrists but knew that he was being playful and wouldn’t ever do anything that would hurt you in anyway.

“Not to sound cliche babe,” he began, “but there’s an easy way and a hard way. I’m not going to tell you what either consist of but I would recommend you take the easy way and just apologise,” he told you, smirking as he spoke.

“You don’t scare me, you’re all talk.” you told him whilst remaining in place, cool as could be.

“That so?”

“Mhm, you’re just a big soft cinnamon roll.”

“That’s it.” One of his large hands moved to clasp both of your wrists together while the other danced over your torso, transferring enough pressure from his fingertips to your skin to elicit audible squeals and giggles from you. His fingers followed a pattern, never remaining in the same spot for more than a few seconds at a time. Ribs, neck, underarms, back of the knees and back to your ribs.

Ashton blew a playful raspberry into your neck as you withered under his body gleefully.

“Ash! Stop! Please!” you squealed, “You’re going to make me pee myself!”

The hand that had previously been attacking you lifted from the “tickle zones” and came to rest on you. His palm lay flat against the middle of your ribs, fingers outstretched, feeling the waves of your chest with every heavy breath that you tried to catch.

“Are you ready to apologize?”

“Yes.” you panted.

“Okay, well why don’t you catch your breath and I’ll wait for it.” Ashton hummed.

A few moments passed in order for you to calm your breathing and heart rate as Ashton looked on at you in a playful admiration.

“Ready?” he asked. You nodded.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?” He was not going to let you get off easily this time.

You giggled. “I’m sorry that your sweaters are better than mine and that you can’t keep your hands off of me!”

“Oh you devil!” Ashton exclaimed giggling. His fingers returned to their last mission as you squirmed from your spot on the bedroom floor.

“Ahhh,” you thrashed against him as his hand traveled to the sensitive area on base of your back. “Ashton the tickles!”

“That’s kind of the point, babe.” he counters. “This is your punishment.”

Suddenly, the bedroom door flew open and three wide-eyed bandmates entered the scene.

“Sure, just come right in why don’t ya. Don’t worry about calling ahead of time.” Ashton remarked sarcastically. His fingers ceased their attack on you as Calum, Luke, and Michael sighed in relief, now realizing that both you and Ashton were okay-just goofing around.

“Sorry mate, heard the screaming.” Luke said.

“Thought you two were having sex.” Michael winked in attempt to clear up Luke’s sentence in his own dirty way.

“You guys thought we were having sex so you all decided to barge in!?” you demanded from the floor. Calum hit Michael in the arm as you starred on. Luke only laughed and face palmed.

“No! That’s not true. Just checking to make sure that nothing was wrong,” Calum added, “For either of you.”

“We’re okay here.” Ashton said while lifting his hands from your body as if to prove a point.

“Oh you guys look like you are more than okay.” Michael said slyly referencing Ashton’s position on top of you.

“You know what,” Ashton stood up, “How ‘bout I walk you guys out. Seems like you’ve seen enough for a bunch of un-married wankers.”

Luke laughed again. You quickly stood up and followed Ashton and the men out of the room and into the large kitchen. Your boyfriend tried to encourage them out of the house but instead they all veered towards the fridge and each grabbed a cold beer.

Luke reached into the top drawer beside the sink for the bottle opener while Calum handed Ashton his own bottle.

Michael stood beside you grinning like a ten year old peeking in on the teenage neighbour girls getting changed. He opened his mouth to say something to you but you cut him off before he could even get a word out.

“Don’t,” you warned.

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t say whatever crass thing you were about to say.”

Michael laughed. “Wasn’t going to actually say it.” Then he muttered: “Not to you anyways.”

Luke walked up to you and bumped your hip. “You good?”

“Yes Luke,” you laughed. “Just having some fun, promise.”

“Alright,” he slyly winked at you as he left and started walking towards the couch in the living room prompting the rest of the men to follow.

Calum and Michael each took up their own seat while Ashton and Luke took up the couch. You went to take the middle seat between them but as you sank into the furniture, Ashton’s free hand snuck around your waist and pulled you onto his lap. He offered you a sip from the neck of the bottle but you declined.

Soon the room fell into a comfortable conversation about this and that. You leaned back into Ashton’s chest enjoying the vibrations you felt transfer from his body to your own when he spoke. After a few minutes Luke leaned forward to place his bottle onto the coffee table holding eye contact with you as he did so. He pulled out his phone and gestured to it as he typed out something. Almost instantly you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. Ashton took no notice as you pulled it out to read the message that was presumably from Luke.

Wanna get revenge on Ash?

You looked up at Luke. His face was turned away, chatting with Michael who sat across from him.

You gonna tickle him or something?

His phone lit up in his hand. You saw him read the message and nod quickly to you then go back to his conversation with Michael. Meanwhile, his fingers tapped out a message without even looking at the keyboard.

Distract him for two seconds.

“Hey Ash,” his gaze followed your voice giving you his attention. “What do you think about peaches?” The question came out rushed and broken. What more could you do? You had less than enough time to come up with an appropriate topic to distract him.

“Peaches?” he asked.

“Yeah, like the colour.”

Ashton’s eyebrows furrowed as he contemplated what you were asking ever so randomly. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Luke make a few wiggle-y hand gestures to Calum and Michael and then point to Ashton. It took a few tries but eventually they understood what Luke was trying to tell them without the knowledge of Ashton.

“I think it looks nice on a sunset, why?”

“Umm, just thinking about a paint colour for the bathroom.” you lied.

“Hun we just re-did the bathroom not that long ago.” Ashton commented.

“Just a thought.” you jumped up before he could ask anymore questions. “I’m going to go get some chips, any request?” you asked.

“The weirdest flavour you’ve got.” Michael said loudly.

“Michael you can have your own bowl you disgusting chip-eater.” you told him jokingly.

“Hey!” he shouted back but with nothing else to add.

You ran for the cupboard that held the bags of potato chips and dumped the nearest bag into a large bowl and scampered back into the living room. You set the bowl onto the coffee table and looked over at Luke. Luke gave each Calum and Michael a signalling nod.

“I thought you were going to get Michael his own bowl-”

“NOW!” Luke shouted. All three of your guest threw their beer bottles onto the table and pounced onto Ashton at once. Calum forced Ashton’s bottle out of his hands while Luke and Michael each grabbed onto one of his arms, pinning them to the tops of the couch.

“Y/N, now!” Calum yelled as he worked on holding Ashton’s knees still for you.

“What are you guys-”

Ashton cut his own question off with a giggle as you jumped onto his lap placing both of your knees on either side of him while your fingers pushed the front of his shirt over his head in order to tickle his torso in return.

Ashton was proving to be much more difficult to hold down as his body jerked and wiggled against the couch. Both Luke and Michael were straining hard to keep their assigned arms while Calum was trying his hardest to not get struck in the face by one of Ashton’s bouncing knees. Not a single person in the room could contain their laughter as you worked your fingers into various places on Ashton’s body.

The fabric of his shirt muffled most of his words but his laughter was quite clear.

“How do you like them apples, Irwin? Hmm? Hmmmmm?” you demanded as you relentlessly kept on.

“Yeah, not so tough now are ya?” added Michael who, unfortunately, lost is grip on Ashton’s left arm causing him to fall to the floor. Now with one arm free, Ashton lunged himself onto Luke, taking them down to the floor. They fell half beside and half atop of Calum, who was lying on his back due to a swift knee to the chin. Within seconds all four men had fallen to the ground and were giggling like teenagers again, all without the aid of an exceptional amount of alcohol.

“You guys are assholes.” Ashton laughed.

“We prefer the term vigilantes actually.” Luke argued back.

Click. “The giggliest looking vigilantes I’ve ever seen.” You told them as you put your phone back in your pocket after taking a quick snap of their arrangement on the floor.

Ashton quickly sat up and pulled your body onto his. “You know I don’t think I actually got that apology from earlier.” he growled. His fingers dug into your sides, threatening to continue their earlier mission.

“How ‘bout a picture instead?” You held your phone screen up to his face to show him the scene. He looked around at Luke, Calum, and Michael who were still lying in the positions that they fell into. Everyone was grinning wildly from ear to ear, arms and legs tangled in a ball of Australian giggles.

“I guess you’re forgiven.” He gave your cheek a peck then stood up and threw your body onto the couch. “You boys staying for dinner? The brat’s cooking tonight.”

Thanks for reading!

-xx Reetz :)

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5sosspicedrosey · 5 years ago

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Blue Sweater (Ashton Irwin) FULL

Word Count: 2.3 K a smaul bean

Warnings: light innuendo (they’re dirty boys what do you expect), light cussing

Pairing: Ashton Irwin x Reader

"Babe, have you seen my blue sweater." Ashton, your boyfriend called from down the hallway.

"Um no...?" you called back, barely attempting to cover up the uncertainty of your answer.

"No?" The voice repeated from the doorway where Ashton stood with arms crossed over his chest, looking down at your body sprawled atop of the bedroom carpet. "You sure about that baby girl?"

You nodded, grinning deviously at him while tucking your fingers into the pocket of his blue sweater, having no intentions of giving it back anytime soon.

Ashton pushed his body away from the door frame and stepped over your legs and torso so that each of his feet were placed aside each of your hips. leaving his body to stand over yours.

"So the blue sweater that you are currently residing in, the one I'm fairly certain smells like my hair product isn't the blue sweater I'm looking for? My only blue sweater?"

“That would be a no.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“This is definitely my sweater.”

“Are you calling me a liar?”

“You know you’re adorable right,” stated Ashton, not even bothering to pose the sentence as a question.

“I aim to please.”

“However, I am going to need that sweater back.”

“Well that’s going to be a problem because this sweater is occupied.”

“Occupied?”

“Mm hmm, by me. In case you haven’t noticed.” You threw in the last part to add a bit of sass.

“You’ve chosen to be a brat today have you?” he asked from above you. “You know what happens to brats, don’t you.”

“Baby girl?”

“Yes?” you answered innocently.

“Are you going to apologise?”

“For what?”

“For being a brat.”

You pretended to think long and hard about that one while the sliver of a smirk crept onto Ashton’s face, both assuming what you were going to say and where things would lead.

“You know what, I’m sorry for being a brat.”

“What?” Ashton was taken aback by your words, fully expecting you to not give into the apology. You had completely taken him by surprise.

“NOT!” There it was.

“You don’t scare me, you’re all talk.” you told him whilst remaining in place, cool as could be.

“That so?”

“Mhm, you’re just a big soft cinnamon roll.”

Ashton blew a playful raspberry into your neck as you withered under his body gleefully.

“Ash! Stop! Please!” you squealed, “You’re going to make me pee myself!”

“Are you ready to apologize?”

“Yes.” you panted.

“Okay, well why don’t you catch your breath and I’ll wait for it.” Ashton hummed.

A few moments passed in order for you to calm your breathing and heart rate as Ashton looked on at you in a playful admiration.

“Ready?” he asked. You nodded.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?” He was not going to let you get off easily this time.

You giggled. “I’m sorry that your sweaters are better than mine and that you can’t keep your hands off of me!”

“Oh you devil!” Ashton exclaimed giggling. His fingers returned to their last mission as you squirmed from your spot on the bedroom floor.

“Ahhh,” you thrashed against him as his hand traveled to the sensitive area on base of your back. “Ashton the tickles!”

“That’s kind of the point, babe.” he counters. “This is your punishment.”

Suddenly, the bedroom door flew open and three wide-eyed bandmates entered the scene.

“Sorry mate, heard the screaming.” Luke said.

“Thought you two were having sex.” Michael winked in attempt to clear up Luke’s sentence in his own dirty way.

“You guys thought we were having sex so you all decided to barge in!?” you demanded from the floor. Calum hit Michael in the arm as you starred on. Luke only laughed and face palmed.

“No! That’s not true. Just checking to make sure that nothing was wrong,” Calum added, “For either of you.”

“We’re okay here.” Ashton said while lifting his hands from your body as if to prove a point.

“Oh you guys look like you are more than okay.” Michael said slyly referencing Ashton’s position on top of you.

“You know what,” Ashton stood up, “How ‘bout I walk you guys out. Seems like you’ve seen enough for a bunch of un-married wankers.”

Luke reached into the top drawer beside the sink for the bottle opener while Calum handed Ashton his own bottle.

“Don’t,” you warned.

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t say whatever crass thing you were about to say.”

Michael laughed. “Wasn’t going to actually say it.” Then he muttered: “Not to you anyways.”

Luke walked up to you and bumped your hip. “You good?”

“Yes Luke,” you laughed. “Just having some fun, promise.”

“Alright,” he slyly winked at you as he left and started walking towards the couch in the living room prompting the rest of the men to follow.

Wanna get revenge on Ash?

You looked up at Luke. His face was turned away, chatting with Michael who sat across from him.

You gonna tickle him or something?

Distract him for two seconds.

“Peaches?” he asked.

“Yeah, like the colour.”

“I think it looks nice on a sunset, why?”

“Umm, just thinking about a paint colour for the bathroom.” you lied.

“Hun we just re-did the bathroom not that long ago.” Ashton commented.

“Just a thought.” you jumped up before he could ask anymore questions. “I’m going to go get some chips, any request?” you asked.

“The weirdest flavour you’ve got.” Michael said loudly.

“Michael you can have your own bowl you disgusting chip-eater.” you told him jokingly.

“Hey!” he shouted back but with nothing else to add.

“I thought you were going to get Michael his own bowl-”

“Y/N, now!” Calum yelled as he worked on holding Ashton’s knees still for you.

“What are you guys-”

The fabric of his shirt muffled most of his words but his laughter was quite clear.

“How do you like them apples, Irwin? Hmm? Hmmmmm?” you demanded as you relentlessly kept on.

“You guys are assholes.” Ashton laughed.

“We prefer the term vigilantes actually.” Luke argued back.

Click. “The giggliest looking vigilantes I’ve ever seen.” You told them as you put your phone back in your pocket after taking a quick snap of their arrangement on the floor.

“I guess you’re forgiven.” He gave your cheek a peck then stood up and threw your body onto the couch. “You boys staying for dinner? The brat’s cooking tonight.”

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criminalhotch · 6 years ago

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Both Teams~An Ethan Dolan Imagine

Hey, can you do an Ethan smut where he is best friend with a lesbian? She is in a relationship with a bisexual girl that has a crush on him sooo she ends up asking her best friend to have a threesome with her and her girlfriend. Base idea is Ethan having a threesome with 2 girls 😂

A/N: So that was the request but I ended up mixing them up and Ethan is friends with a girl who is bisexual and I think the way I wrote it may be less stereotypical especially after I had someone say something about it. On the other hand, a lot of you voted for this so I hope you like it. Again I do not mean to offend anyone. This is fictional therefore it is fake and only written for entertainment purposes.

A/N: Also shout out to @rockstardolan for making sure this didn’t suck but this is nowhere on Peaches level so sorry to disappoint.

Warnings: Smut, MFF Threesome, swearing, coming out

Word Count: 3,258

Ethan Dolan has been my best friend for almost three years now. He and Grayson were both very sweet and accepting people. I hid something from both of them for a long time. Something very important yet personal about me. It was only a year ago when they became friends with James and that is when I realized they would still love me for me. A little over a year ago I told them that I was bisexual. I mostly dated guys but girls tended to catch my eye more than I originally thought. Being bisexual was hard. You were always told that you were wrong or a whore that couldn’t pick which team to play for.

It was right before they went home for Thanksgiving in 2017. I decided to tell Grayson first because we weren’t as close as Ethan and I were. Ethan was caught up playing some boring video game so I pulled Grayson to the side. “Hey, G?” I asked. “Yeah?” he replied. “Can we sit down and talk about something?” I asked sincerely. “Of course but can I ask why you aren’t going to E?” he asked. “It’s complicated” I answered simply. “You like him don’t you?” he asked. “No, you ass clown. It’s something I need to tell you both individually” I explained and he nodded then sat down. “So you and E know that I have had some boyfriends over the last couple years” I started. “Most of them being deadbeats but yeah, go on,” Grayson said. “What you don’t know is that I have talked or dated girls in the past but I never told you guys. I was scared of what you would think or say” I explained. “So you’re bi?” Grayson asked. “Yes,” I answered. “I don’t care who or what they are, just know E and I will kick their ass if they hurt you, you know that right?” Gray asked. I laughed and then I nodded. He wrapped me in a warm Grayson bear hug. Soon enough I pulled away and he looked down to me. “Why did you think we wouldn’t accept you? You’re our best friend and we are also friends with James” he said. “I know, I’m scared when I tell anyone no matter who it is but I should’ve told you guys sooner. I should’ve known that you would love me either way” I admitted. “You should’ve but I’m glad you’re telling us now. Like I said E and I are always going to protect you no matter who you introduce us to so keep that in mind, Y/N” Gray explained. “I know, Gray, I know” I laughed as I hugged him. “You should go tell Ethan now” he urged. “I will, I’m more worried about this one” I admitted. “He’s still going to be your best friend,” Gray said. “Yeah, but he’s going to have a lot more questions,” I said. “You’re right,” Grayson said as I started heading to Ethan’s room. Well here goes nothing.

“Hey, E? You busy?” I asked. “Not really, what’s up?” he replied. “So I just told Grayson this and don’t be mad I told him first. I saved you for last because I know it’s going to be a deeper conversation” I explained. “Ok?” he said as more of a question. “You know that I am attracted to men but what you don’t know is-” I said as he interrupted me. “You like girls too?” “How did you know?” I asked. “I’m your best friend, I watch your every move. I see when you check a guy out and I especially see when you check a girl out. You always comment on how pretty girls are on Instagram but you very rarely say a whole lot about guys. I knew you weren’t straight but I wanted you to be comfortable with telling me” he explained. I engulfed him in a hug and began crying almost immediately. “I love you, E” I sniffled. “I love you too, Y/N” E said. “How long have you known?” I asked. “I could ask you the same thing” he sassed back. “I’ve known since way before we were friends but I didn’t want anything to change between us” I explained. “No matter when you told us nothing would’ve changed but I started figuring it about a year ago” Ethan answered. “You never said anything to Grayson?” I asked. “No, it wasn’t my business to tell and on the off chance I was wrong I didn’t want it to turn into chaos,” he said. “You really know me better than I know myself, Grant,” I said using his middle name as a nickname. “Damn straight,” he said. “Maybe it’s time I change it to damn, bisexual?” he joked. “I fucking hate you” I groaned while rolling my eyes. “No, you don’t. Now can I kick your ass at Mario Kart?” he asked. “Oh, it’s on Dolan. Where’s your brother? I need to kick both of your asses” I said as I yelled for Grayson and we all began playing Mario Kart.

Ever since that day I knew I could trust both of them with anything I sent their way especially Ethan. There would be days we would just hang out and talk about what girls we thought were pretty or if these guys were worth my time or just fuck boys. Being in LA for so long Ethan had learned a lot. One day I found a girl on Tinder, her name was Hannah. I swiped right and then we matched instantly. I became so excited and Ethan was excited for me as well. We talked for a month before we went on a date. We went on quite a few dates before she asked me to be her girlfriend but today the twins are meeting my girlfriend and I am a little nervous.

“So when is Hannah going to be here?” Ethan asked. “In an hour, E,” I answered. “So is she bi too?” Gray asked. “No, she only likes girls” I replied. “Well try not to make out with her in front of Gray he may get a boner” Ethan joked. “Fuck off, E,” Grayson said as he cheeks grew red. “Gray maybe you should stick to searching boobies on the internet” I joked as he groaned. “I’m never going to live that down am I?” he sighed as he pulled his hand through his hair and I shook my head no.

An hour later Hannah showed up. “Let me answer the door before you two scare her off” I suggested. I opened the door to see Hannah standing there. “Hey” I smiled. We hugged then I turned to the twins. “So you may mix them up for a bit but the one with the dangly earring and bigger muscles is Grayson and the one with the darker hair and dopey look on his face is Ethan,” I said pointing to each of the twins. “My face is not dopey” Ethan pouted. “I said dopey-looking” I corrected and Hannah laughed. “I’m glad she laughs at your jokes” Ethan sulked. “Well, it was funny” Hannah shrugged. “So I am going to just get right to it and say that even though you’re the first girlfriend Y/N has ever introduced us to we will still kick your ass if you hurt her,” Ethan said. “ETHAN GRANT!” I scolded. “No, it’s fine. I don’t plan on hurting you so we have nothing to worry about” Hannah said as she kissed me once. “So you’re probably pretty good at giving head huh?” Gray asked. “GRAY!” I shouted. “I don’t know, ask Y/N” Hannah smirked as Grayson screamed. “AHHHH FORGET I ASKED” Gray yelled as he ran into the other room. “I’m so sorry they are being weird” I apologized. “Oh no, it’s fine. It’s all very amusing” Hannah admitted.

This was all about 8 months ago. Hannah and I are still together. We hang out with the twins often and we all get along pretty well. Hannah and I’s sex life was pretty good but the other day I wondered if there was a possibility of us having a threesome. “Babe?” I asked as she walked into her kitchen while I made some breakfast. “Yes?” she replied. “What would you think of a threesome? It’s always kind of been on my bucket list” I asked. “I’ve never really thought of it, I guess it depends,” she said. “Depends on what?” I asked. “Well male or female?” she pondered. “Which would you be more comfortable with?” I questioned. “Honestly I think it would be hot to see how a guy can pleasure you differently than I can” she answered. “So a male?” “I mean which did you want?” she asked. “I just wanted to know if you’d be interested and it sure seems like you are” I admitted. “It seems like fun. Do you have anyone in mind?” she asked. “Not really” I replied. “What about Grayson?” she asked. “Oh god, no. I couldn’t. He’s too sweet, we’d ruin his innocence” I responded. “Ok, then Ethan?” she suggested. “I don’t know. I’ve never thought of E that way” I answered honestly. “Even better” she shrugged. “I’ll ask him tonight when we all hang out if you want me to,” I said. “If that’s what you want to do,” Hannah said.

That night we were at the twins’ house. Grayson had left with Bryant to go get us food and Hannah had fallen asleep on the couch. “E can I ask you something in the kitchen?” “Um sure,” he said hesitantly. “So Hannah and I were talking about our-um sex life. Which it’s good and all, no worries there but I asked if she’d be interested in a threesome and she thought it would be interesting seeing how a guy can pleasure me differently than she can” I rambled. “What’s your point Y/N?” he asked. “Well she suggested Grayson and I shot that down. Then she suggested you because we both know and trust you so IwaswonderingifyouwantedtohaveathreesomewithmygirlfriendandI” I said in one breath. I looked at Ethan as he wore a huge smirk on his face. “I cannot believe you are asking me for a threesome” he taunted. “Yes or no, Ethan?” I asked, my voice filled with annoyance. “Oh, fuck yeah. I’m totally up for that. I’ve always been curious about what makes you squirm” Ethan growled. “Don’t start, Grant” I warned as he laughed it off.

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Hannah and I were hanging out at my house when she started toying with my shorts. “Don’t, E’s on his way” I warned. “Who cares, we can have that threesome? Isn’t that what you want?” she purred. Oh, I can not handle all of this. Before I knew it she was on top of me, kissing me roughly. Her hips grinding into mine. I was so focused on her actions I didn’t notice Ethan’s arrival. He stood there in shock, his dick already hard from watching us make out. “Two girls making out too much for your little dick to handle?” I teased. “You won’t think it’s so little when I’m blowing your back out in a little bit” he winked. “Ethan why don’t you just sit and watch for a minute seems how you seem to be doing pretty good at that already” Hannah instructed as Ethan nodded. He sat in the chair across from my bed. I ripped my shirt off and threw it across the room. Then Hannah slipped my shorts down my thighs. She trailed kisses up my legs, dragging her lips slowly, inch by inch, teasing me. She placed a single kiss to my clothed clit before running my panties down my legs then flinging them at Ethan. She immediately attached her lips to my clit making me moan loudly at the sudden contact. She continued to suck and nibble on my clit. She then entered one of her petite fingers inside of me. “Fuck” I hissed. I began grinding my hips on to her nimble fingers yearning for more pleasure. “Stop or I’ll stop what I am doing then I’ll make Ethan go home” she growled. I whined as she continued moving her finger in out of me as she relocated her tongue to my pussy lapping up the juices already spilling out of me. I looked at Ethan and he looked painfully hard. Like he could bust just watching us, which he probably could.

Soon enough Hannah stopped everything and I whined at the loss of contact. “I think it’s Ethan’s turn to pleasure you while I ride your pretty little face” Hannah suggested looking towards Ethan as his eyes lit up. He sauntered over to me. “You sure about this?” he asked. “Hurry before I change my mind” I joked. Hannah slowly lowered herself onto my face so I began kitten licking at her clit as I anticipated Ethan’s touch. Before I knew it he had two fingers pounding in and out of me making my body jerk. “So responsive with just a couple of fingers, just imagine what it’s like when it’s my dick pounding into you mercilessly” he teased and I groaned into Hannah’s folds making her moan on top of me. “You guys have no idea how hot this is” Ethan groaned right before he licked up my folds making me moan once more. “Fuck, E” I moaned. Hannah climbed off of me as she strode across the room. She sat in the chair putting her legs on either side of the armrests. She began rubbing her clit. She was teasing me because she knew there was nothing I could about it. “You think you can handle a third finger?” E teased. “Oh I know she can” Hannah spoke up while smirking. Ethan entered a third finger inside of me. “How much longer is this going to last?” Ethan asked. “I want to see Ethan make Y/N cum with just your mouth and fingers” Hannah admitted. “Don’t have to tell me twice” Ethan smirked as he dove right back into my pussy. Slamming his fingers in and out of me, his tongue lapping up and down my folds, and the slight scruff on his face rubbing my thighs. Every time I managed to look up Hannah was toying with herself only making things worse for me. I started to feel my walls contract around Ethan’s fingers and I knew I was close. “Fuck, E” I moaned. “She’s close” Hannah added. “I can tell, she’s tightening around me like she’s never been fingered before” Ethan added cockily. “Fuck you both” I groaned. “Kind of the whole reason we’re here” Ethan smirked. His pace picked up once again. “C’mon, cum for me. Cum around my fingers. Who is making you feel this good?” Ethan egged me on.”Oh fuck, E-E. Ethan” I screamed as I came around his fingers. His face down by my thighs lapping up the juices flowing out of me. “Damn, Y/N. Who knew how good you taste” Ethan said. “Oh, I do. Sweet as a peach, huh, E?” Hannah said walking back across the room running her hands through Ethan’s hair tugging loosely at his dark strands. “Tonight’s all about you, Y/N. So I’m going to go back over there and let Ethan fuck you senseless but first off pretty boy needs to put a condom on, we don’t need any little ones running around here” Hannah finished explaining as she walked back over to the chair. “Face down, ass up. I’m here to blow your back out with my quote ‘little dick’” Ethan teased. He ran his tip up and down my folds teasing me. “Please, E” I begged. “Look at you begging for me” he taunted and I rolled my eyes at his snarky comment. “You ready for me?” Ethan asked. “Yes, fuck me, Ethan, please” I begged. “Your wish is my command princess,” he said ramming himself in and out of me without any warning and not letting me adapt to his size. “Oh my god, E” I moaned as his speed never slowed.His hands attached to my hips for stability. All of a sudden he pulled all the way out of me as I sighed from the emptiness that accompanied me. “Smack her ass” Hannah added. I groaned at the thought. Ethan slammed back into me and added a harsh slap to my ass causing me to clench around his cock. “She’s like a little whore, wrap your hand around her throat” Hannah requested. I could feel Ethan smirk from behind me. He reached around causing his dick to go even deeper inside of me. I felt his hand wrap around my throat restricting my airway just enough. “F-f-fuck, E” I muttered out in between breaths. “K-keep going” I begged. “As you please” he said going even deeper which I didn’t think was possible. “E, I’m so close” I gurgled out. “Hmm, why doesn’t your girlfriend come over here and rub your clit while I fuck you senselessly so we both make you cum, huh? How does that sound, little one?” Ethan asked. “Fuck, yes. Please. Hannah” I groaned. I heard her footsteps then shortly after felt her soft fingertips on my clit and her lips pressing gentle kisses to my body. I could feel my orgasm approaching but it felt different than it usually does. “Oh, fuck” I said as Ethan repeatedly hit my g-spot. I could feel myself clenching around him with every stroke. “You’re close Y/N. C’mon, cum for me. Cum for us” Ethan begged. “C’mon, babe. Show us how we made you feel tonight” Hannah said. That’s all it took for my orgasm to wash over me but it was more than that. An urgent rush washed over me too. Ethan nor Hannah ever stopped what they were doing until they knew I had finished. “Who knew my best friend was a squirter” Ethan smirked as he pulled out and admired his handy work. “Oh my god” I groaned. “Damn, babe. Now, why don’t you suck Ethan off so that he gets to cum too” Hannah suggested. I looked at Ethan who was still supporting an aching hard-on. “You want me to fix that for you?” I asked gesturing to his dick. “Uh could you?” he asked. I went down to my knees. I knew he couldn’t be that far from the edge because we had done so much. I sucked at his tip gently which made him groan. “Fuck Y/N” he moaned as I took more and more of him in my mouth and hollowing my cheeks. I reached down and gently massaged his balls in my hand. I could feel his tip hit the back of my throat causing me to gag slightly around him. Every time I gagged around him he would moan at the contact. “Oh fuck, Y/N. Keep going, I’m close” Ethan groaned as I began bobbing my head faster. “Oh shit, Y/N” he moaned as his cum spurted down my throat. “This was a lot of fun,” Ethan said as he began putting his underwear back on. “Yeah, I’d have to agree with you on that,” I said. “You know, we could make this a frequent thing” Ethan suggested. “Oh, hell no. You can leave now, E. We will see you later” Hannah said shooing him out of the room. Well, I definitely think that playing for both teams is the best thing that’s ever happened to me especially after tonight.

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echoes-of-realities · 6 years ago

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Number 12 for Birttana please x

12. “Please don’t do this.”

[Part One and Two]

Santana’s aunt wakes up the next morning, and Santana’s mom is there when she does. Santana cries with relief when she gets the phone call that, aside from a broken leg and a nasty concussion, her aunt will be just fine, because emotions are hard for her sometimes and Brittany hugs her through it so she finds she doesn’t care that much.

Brittany is amazing, and really, really pretty, and a genius, and her best friend, and she’s maybe just the tinniest bit in love with her. She tries to hide it, but based on the third degree Mercedes gave her yesterday on the way to Lima, she isn’t doing a great job of it; apparently lighting up whenever Brittany walks in a room and touching her constantly and staring at her longingly and cuddling with her all the time means that Santana isn’t the most subtle person.

She calls Mercedes after she talks to her mom and explains everything, and Mercedes is more than sympathetic, despite the fact that Santana just stranded her in Lima; instead she insists on coming back to Columbus that day, but Santana assures her that she’ll be fine because she’s got Brittany, who just left to go get breakfast (which really doesn’t do much for convincing Mercedes that she’s not totally in love with the blonde dancer, and neither does her flaming cheeks when she remembers how she woke up this morning, curled into Brittany’s warm chest, her face partially buried in what are possibly the most comfortable and beautiful boobs on the planet).

Santana lazes around on Brittany’s queen bed while she waits, since she’s in a single room for once, and texts her mom for a bit. She half-heartedly watches an episode of Say Yes to the Dress while she plays dumb games on her phone. When Brittany’s been gone for almost half an hour, Santana decides to take a shower. She spends longer than usual under the hot spray, and when she emerges she smells exactly like Brittany and her stomach swoops a little bit. The mirror’s fogged up and, as Santana dries her body, she realizes that she left her suitcase in the rental car and she really doesn’t want to put on the clothes she travelled yesterday. Over the faint bathroom fan she can hear someone in the room and she smiles.

She opens the door and steps out in a swirl of steam, catching sight of Brittany’s old sneakers kicked off haphazardly beside the front door. The room smells of fresh coffee and breakfast, and Santana’s stomach growls eagerly.

She walks further into the room and her greeting earns her a shriek and a jump as Brittany spins on her heel where she’s standing by the tiny table in the corner. Brittany recovers quickly and offers her own greeting, one that trails off as she takes Santana in. Brittany’s eyes drop to Santana’s chest, where her towel is loosely knotted, and linger on the water drops slipping under the towel before they snap back to Santana’s eyes with cheeks so red Santana worries they might catch fire (a different, very interested, part of her swells with pride at the hazy look in Brittany’s eyes; and that part smirks at Brittany and thoroughly enjoys the way Brittany’s blush stretches all the way to her ears).

“You got breakfast,” Santana says and her smirk turns into a warm smile when she recognizes the bags on the table.

“You’re not dressed,” Brittany says dumbly. She blinks quickly and shakes her head, her mouth parting as she realizes what she just said. “I mean, uh, you, um.”

Santana fidgets and shrugs, quickly remembering herself. “Uh, I left my stuff in the rental car, so uh.”

Brittany chews on her lip and glances at her own suitcase. “You can borrow some of my clothes. It started pouring about five minutes ago and I don’t wanna run out in it and get your suitcase wet so.”

Santana nods because she doesn’t quite trust herself to speak. Wearing Brittany’s clothes is something she’s done before, and every time it makes Santana’s stomach clench in the best way. Brittany paws through her suitcase, emerging with a hoodie and a pair of sweatpants Santana already knows will be too long. Santana murmurs her thanks and retreats to the bathroom, quickly drying off one more time and brushing out her thick hair before stepping into the sweatpants. She has to roll the waist and the hemline, but eventually she gets it to the point where they’ll stay on her hips and she won’t trip over the legs. She pulls on the hoodie and when she breathes in all she can smell is Brittany; her shampoo and body wash and laundry detergent, and it makes Santana a little lightheaded.

When she emerges from the bathroom, Brittany’s eyes are bright and rapt on her, her expression one that Santana’s never seen before but is suddenly desperate to see again. “The continental breakfast was pretty sad,” Brittany says, and she has to clear her throat before she continues, “so I went and got some elsewhere. I also picked up snacks for a movie day because, after yesterday, you deserve some serious relaxation.”

Santana smiles, and Brittany’s eyes instantly drop to her lips and dimples like they always do, before they dart back up to catch on Santana’s eyes. “Thank you,” she says, and emotion chokes her. For the longest time it was just her and her mom and her abuela, and once her abuela disowned her it was just her and her mom and eventually Mercedes that she could trust and rely on or who could cheer her up; at least until she ran headfirst into one Brittany S. Pierce so many months ago.

Brittany shrugs like it doesn’t matter even though it means the world to Santana. “I got your favourite,” she says softly, and motions Santana to the bed. Santana settles on the right side of the bed, like she always does, and takes the coffee and breakfast sandwich Brittany passes her.

They watch a couple more episodes of Say Yes to the Dress while they eat. Once they finish, they flip through the On Demand movies for almost twenty minutes, looking for something that will hold their attention without being too emotionally demanding. They watch the first part of the movie and snack on the candy Brittany bought, but quickly grow bored and end up teasing each other. Santana’s pretty confident in her ability to hold her own with words, but Brittany likes to fight dirty and before she knows it, she’s flat on her back with Brittany’s hands held threatening above Santana’s sides.

“Please don’t do this,” Santana begs. “I didn’t mean it, you don’t snore. Not at all! I’m the one who snores! I swear, just please don’t!”

Brittany cackles her mock-evil-villain-laugh and immediately starts attacking Santana with her fingers. Santana squirms and shrieks, trying to roll away from her but quickly finds she’s caught between Brittany’s legs. Brittany drags Santana’s hands above her head, holding them in one hand and sitting back on Santana’s thighs slightly to hold her still, quickly dancing her hand along Santana’s ribs and across her stomach and delighting in the bright, honey-sweet giggles that spill from Santana’s lips.

“Stop!” Santana shrieks around her laughter, “Stop and I’ll give you the last of the Fuzzy Peaches!”

Brittany giggles at Santana’s helpless laughter, pausing in her attack. “Promise?”

Santana nods eagerly. “Pinky swear,” she gasps.

Brittany tips her head to the side to think, before grinning down at Santana and nodding her agreement, and it’s only at that moment that she realizes the position they’re in: Santana pinned below her, her hair a complete mess and her eyes shining darkly, Brittany sitting back on her thigh, holding Santana’s hands above her head. She instantly releases Santana’s hands and starts to scramble off her, stuttering out a jumbled apology.

She freezes when Santana’s hands settle gently on her hips and Santana can tell that Brittany’s heart is hammering; she can tell because her own is doing the same thing.

“Britt,” she whispers, and the air around them changes, it charges with energy and hope and just a hint of fear. Brittany swallows thickly and chews on her bottom lip. “Can I—” Santana bites her question off, frustrated when the words don’t come, and breathes in deeply. “I want— Can I—”

Something in Brittany’s eyes changes, something shifts and settles in the bright blue, and Santana feels an echoing tug in her chest. Brittany starts to drop her head towards Santana, slow enough that Santana can stop her if she wants, as if Santana would ever want that.

When Brittany’s lips brush hers, Santana swears her heart stops. She feels bright and floaty and steady, like every single second of her life has built towards this moment, and she feels like this is exactly what she was made to do. The buzzing in her head fades and her heartbeat seems to both speed up and fall steady. Brittany’s lips are warm and chaste and soft as they press against hers; she tastes of coffee and mint toothpaste and bread and candy and, somewhere below all of that, home. Santana sighs into Brittany’s mouth and her hands slowly slide from Brittany’s hips to her lower back, scratching lightly at the skin that’s been revealed by her hoodie riding up. Brittany bites down gently on Santana’s lower lip at the feeling of Santana’s fingers on her skin, and Santana’s never felt more alive.

When Brittany slowly pulls back, Santana’s pretty sure her lips have never been colder at Brittany’s absence. “Hi,” Brittany whispers.

Santana giggles and can’t help it when she tilts her head up for another kiss. “Hi,” she whispers back.

“That was,” Brittany breathes, but she gets a little lost in Santana’s dark eyes and doesn’t finish her sentence.

“Yeah,” Santana agrees, and the smile that spreads across her face is quickly mirrored by Brittany’s. Santana reaches up and cups Brittany’s jaw and just keeps smiling at her, awed and a little disbelieving that, after months of falling in love with Brittany, Brittany seems to have been doing in the same because her eyes are warmer and softer than Santana’s ever seen them, and that smile that Brittany gives her is one that Santana knows is just for her. Brittany presses her mouth to Santana’s again but doesn’t stop smiling, and the kiss ends up being more teeth and thin lips than not, but Santana’s pretty sure there’s never been a better kiss in the history of the world, at least until Brittany kisses her again, and then again, and then again—

#brittana #brittany pierce #santana lopez #glee #brittana fanfiction #glee fanfiction #my writing #prompts #anon #first tour!verse #I'm going to edmonton for my sister's birthday tomorrow so I probably won't get a chance to update until monday evening #coming up next is another flowers!verse update though!

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Cordially, Jimin

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jimin

Rating: R (mentions of sex)

Word Count: 6,175

Summary: When you start work in your new office, the last thing you expect is a distraction. Especially not one as cute, witty and impossible to handle as Park Jimin. A story told through correspondence. (fluff + humor)

From: Park, Jimin

To: Kim, Namjoon

Subject: Process Documentation

Tuesday, October 10th [10:23 AM]

Nonconfidential, Internal Use Only

Hey, Joon! I was thinking about the spreadsheet you sent over this morning. Do you think we should add some sort of documentation to it regarding the employee’s training status? Just in case there’s overlap between the sessions. Let me know what you think but otherwise, I agree with your changes.

PS, are we still on for lunch?

All the best,

Jimin

Senior Analyst, Internal Audit

555-1013

From: Kim, Namjoon

To: Park, Jimin

Subject: Re: Process Documentation

Tuesday, October 10th [10:45 AM]

Nonconfidential, Internal Use Only

‘Sup, Park.

Yeah, throw the training into the excel spreadsheet. The executives will likely want to know.

Lunch is good, but I can only do a half hour. I’m leaving early to take the girlfriend out to dinner.

Fondly,

Namjoon

Senior Analyst, Communications

555-0912

From: Park, Jimin

To: Kim, Namjoon

Subject: Re: Re: Process Documentation

Tuesday, October 10th [10:59 AM]

Nonconfidential, Internal Use Only

“’Sup, Park”? Dude, at least try to keep things professional. Who knows what HR monitors in our email.

... and is tonight the night you and Fal finally... you know?

Sincerest wishes,

Jimin

Senior Analyst, Internal Audit

555-1013

From: Kim, Namjoon

To: Park, Jimin

Subject: Re: Re: Re: Process Documentation

Tuesday, October 10th [11:15 AM]

Nonconfidential, Internal Use Only

I just leaned over to ask HR and Kim’s response was: “f*** no, I don’t monitor your email. What do you think I’m made out of, free time?” Then she threw up the middle finger.

Also, shut your pie hole about me and Fal. Talk about inappropriate work conversation.

Warmest thoughts,

Namjoon

Senior Analyst, Communications

555-0912

From: Park, Jimin

To: Kim, Namjoon

Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Process Documentation

Tuesday, October 10th [11:21 AM]

Nonconfidential, Internal Use Only

Why’d you use asterisks if they’re not monitoring our emails?

Hugs and kisses,

Jimin

Senior Analyst, Internal Audit

555-1013

From: Kim, Namjoon

To: Park, Jimin

Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Process Documentation

Tuesday, October 10th [11:29 AM]

Nonconfidential, Internal Use Only

Oh, right. Swearing is monitored. It sends a warning to IT, which sends an email to your manager. This is also triggered by writing s*x, pen15, or the jolly, green giant’s name.

Steer clear of those, Jiminie and you’ll be fine.

Ardently yours,

Namjoon

Senior Analyst, Communications

555-0912

From: Park, Jimin

To: Kim, Namjoon

Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Process Documentation

Tuesday, October 10th [11:34 AM]

Nonconfidential, Internal Use Only

I thought you were the jolly, green giant? Tall, relatively new to the office (green). It fits. Ha!

Anyways, for lunch I thought we could meet – oh, sweet lord. Who is that?

F***. Got to go.

Cordially,

Jimin

Senior Analyst, Internal Audit

555-1013

From: Kim, Namjoon

To: Park, Jimin

Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Process Documentation

Tuesday, October 10th [11:37 AM]

Nonconfidential, Internal Use Only

What? What?? JIMIN. You can’t just leave me hanging. Who did you see? What did you see? Was it something outside of your office window? Is the Avengers finally happening? Is the city under attack?

... I’m going to k*ll you at lunch.

Impatiently yours,

Namjoon

Senior Analyst, Communications

555-0912

Tuesday, October 10th [11:45 AM]

Jimin: sorry, man. I just saw the most beautiful girl in the world. You know how my office overlooks the street and sees into the building next door?

Namjoon: you little sack of fungus. How dare you leave me hanging like that

Namjoon: … but yes, I do know. Go on.

Jimin: cool. So, there I was sitting in my office. Contemplating world peace, the usual.

Namjoon: translation – thinking about jacking off when you get home

Jimin: sometimes your words hurt, you know

Namjoon: apologies, jimini muffin

Jimin: I swear to god.

Namjoon: ok, ok – sorry. Tell me about this girl

Jimin: you mean tell you about my future wife?

Namjoon: you use that phrase too liberally, Jimin. Your dog walker is not your future wife. Your florist is not your future wife. This random chick across the street is not your future wife.

Jimin: no, Peaches’ dog walker is not my future wife; no, Fran is not my future wife. But this random girl is – LISTEN. She’s exactly my type, Joon. She looks smart. You think that she’s smart?

Namjoon: Is she wearing glasses?

Jimin: no

Namjoon: Then, no.

Jimin: she could be wearing contacts

Namjoon: Then, yes.

Jimin: okay, I’ll cave. Why are you basing her intelligence off whether or not she wears glasses?

Namjoon: wearing glasses implies she stayed up late reading in her youth, subsequently ruining her vision

Jimin: or… she didn’t eat enough carrots

Namjoon: or that

Jimin: I think that she’s new there – she must be; she looks really worried. It’s adorable, she keeps on biting her bottom lip. I think the Angry, Red-Haired Woman Who Yells a Lot is her boss because she keeps stopping by her cubicle to talk.

Namjoon: Big Red is her boss? Damn. Good luck to your future wife

Jimin: omg she has Gudetama pencils. Namjoon

Namjoon: Marry her, Jimin. Okay, enough creeping – let’s go and get lunch. I’m starving.

Tuesday, October 10th

Hello. I am typing. Typing, typing, typing.

Just typing on my brand-new LAPTOP the company PROVIDED for me! Granted, it’s to do my work, I know but it’s just so SHINY and NEW. Catherine even gave me a welcome package of office supplies when I got here. It has paper, pens (not as good as my Gudetama ones), a notepad, post-it notes. It’s adorable. Everyone has been so welcoming today – though the guy in the mail room did warn me that Catherine spits when she yells.

I’m not sure what to do with that information.

How do I shield myself from spit-yelling? Gah, I feel stupid for writing this note diary-format. I’m trying to pretend like I’m busy, since I haven’t been given any official work yet. Oh, wait! Catherine just sent over training for this afternoon. Perfect.

Hm. What now. What now, what now, what – OH.

Oh, god. Oh, yikes. HELP.

I am… looking at my laptop. I am looking at my laptop and concentrating on writing. I am not making eye contact with the very handsome man across the street.

Listen. You don’t know me, Laptop but I swear I’m usually a very level headed individual. It’s one of my best qualities – Y/N, the stable, the realistic. I don’t typically subscribe to the notion that looks make a person. But Laptop, wow. This guy. He’s – how do I describe? He’s got blondish hair. On the shorter side. I didn’t get a great look at his face, but from what I did see, he looked – kind? Is that a weird thing to say? His face looked kind.

I don’t know how else to describe him. He was stretching, arms overhead and I swear, Laptop, I don’t normally say things like this but – WHAT. AN. ASS. ON. THAT. MAN.

WOW. You could bounce a quarter off that thing.

Oh my god. What am I doing??

Okay. Okay. Catherine is here, we’re going to lunch. I –

Thursday, October 12th [3:45 PM]

Office Instant Message [3:47 PM]

Min, Yoongi: hey

Office Instant Message [3:48 PM]

Park, Jimin: hello, sunshine

Office Instant Message [3:49 PM]

Min, Yoongi: gag me. Listen, you want to shoot hoops after work?

Office Instant Message [3:51 PM]

Park, Jimin: yeah! Where?

Office Instant Message [3:52 PM]

Min, Yoongi: Bryant Park. I’ll drop a pin to your cell. John Cook is coming, so bring your A-game

Office Instant Message [3:53 PM]

Park, Jimin: … who?

Office Instant Message [3:53 PM]

Park, Jimin: wtf? Do you mean Jungkook?

Office Instant Message [3:54 PM]

Min, Yoongi: yeah, that’s what I said

Office Instant Message [3:55 PM]

Park, Jimin: you’re one weird dude, Yoongi. But sure, see you then

“Hey, sis, it’s me. Sorry, I’m leaving you a voice note – I know you hate those – but I’m currently walking with both hands full, so it couldn’t be helped. Now you can’t say I never call you back! Because here I am, calling you back! Anyways, the third day went well. A lot of training, some overly wordy manuals – you know, the fun stuff. I have my own cubicle though, which is exciting and I have a window. It overlooks – well, the street and an office building. Actually… there’s this really cute guy in that building, Megan. I know – it’s totally creepy to spy on him, but I can’t help it! He’s right there! And he has the most amazing smile, I – wait, oh my god. It’s him. It’s him, Megan, the guy from the window! He’s playing basketball in Bryant Park, along with a bunch of other guys and I, OOF –"

Thursday, October 12th [8:35 PM]

Namjoon: how’s that egg on your face?

Jimin: how’s that who on my what now

Namjoon: Egg on your face. It’s what you say when someone looks foolish or embarrassed. You, I imagine, look both right now

Jimin: choke on a dick

Namjoon: is that what you say to your friend who loves you

Jimin: to my friend who loves torturing me, yeah

Namjoon: I just keep on seeing your FACE, man. You just whammed that poor girl smack in the stomach hahaha

Jimin: IT WAS AN ACCIDENT

Jimin: fuck

Jimin: I didn’t mean to :(

Jimin: I was trying to throw the ball to Yoongi… and she was so pretty… and my hand slipped. THE BALL WAS POSSESSED

Namjoon: … you done?

Jimin: with living? Yes. With this conversation? Also yes.

Namjoon: cheer up, man. She seemed fine after

Jimin: god

Namjoon: Jungkook helped her off the court, it’s all good

Jimin: fucking John Cook

Namjoon: what

Jimin: nothing

Jimin: … do you think she was into him?

Namjoon: oh my god. Are you serious?

Jimin: no

Jimin: maybe

Jimin: fuck, what am I doing?

Namjoon: idk man, go to sleep

Jimin: it’s not even nine

Namjoon: shhhhh

Jimin: … ok, fine I’ll go to sleep

Saturday, October 14th [11:10 AM]

Jungkook: hey, Jimin

Jimin: hey, what’s up Jeon

Jungkook: not much

Jungkook: listen, you know that girl you hit with the ball on Thursday?

Jimin: … yeah

Jungkook: lol that was embarrassing

Jimin: do you have a point

Jungkook: she was pretty cute, right?

Jimin: yeah, pretty cute

Jimin: why are you telling me this, anyways? Is it sharing hour?

Jungkook: damn, man. Can’t I let my feelings out? Anyways – we’ve been texting and I was thinking about asking her out. Her name is Y/N, she works in the building across the street from yours!

Jimin: ok

Jimin: ... again, why are you telling me this?

Jungkook. Getting to that. When I told Namjoon, he said you have dibs

Jimin: what?? On Y/N?

Jungkook: did the two of you like, hook up or something

*Jimin has added Namjoon to the chat*

Jimin: Joon, wtf are you telling Jungkook about me

Namjoon: ‘sup, peons

Namjoon: nothing

Namjoon: just that you’re in love with a girl you’ve never met

Jungkook: wait, they’ve never met? Idk if that constitutes dibs, man

Namjoon: yes, it does. Dibs is granted unto whichever gentleman doth see the lady first

Jungkook: whoa, sees? That’s implied dibs! That goes against the whole spirit of the idea! You must call dibs, in order to have it

Jimin: this is the stupidest argument we’ve ever had

Jungkook: Agreed. No dibs

Namjoon: Jimin, what do you think?

Jungkook: Jimin, just let me bang her. Once. You can have her after that

*Jimin has left the chat*

Namjoon: don’t do it, bro. He really likes her

Jungkook: he’s never even TALKED to her!

Namjoon: respect the code, bro. Respect the code.

Namjoon: besides don’t you have like, a list of girls you can call

Jungkook: 😉

Namjoon: gross

Monday, October 16th

Week two at the office.

Everything is going well. No major screw-ups, which is good and I completed my first Excel assignment, so basically... I’m on the road to success. Who knew there were so many ways you can add? It’s hard to type though, since I screwed up my pinky finger. Well – I didn’t screw up my finger. I was walking home from work and this guy pummeled me with a basketball.

Okay, but get this – the guy who hit me? THE SAME ONE FROM THE WINDOW, LAPTOP. The guy I wrote you about on my first day! He’s even cuter in person but... ah, I don’t think he likes me. After the whole Basketball Incident, he barely even looked my way. It was his friend who helped me off the court – Jungkook is his name – he even gave me a band-aid and apologized for his friend.

Jungkook’s cute. He’s nice, I gave him my number and we talked a bit. But Window guy, Laptop. Window guy’s cheeks turned bright red haha it was adorable, I – oh, shit.

Don’t look now, Laptop (I SAID, DON’T LOOK!) but it’s him. Window guy is back. He’s standing in the middle of his office and stretching his arms. He’s lowering himself to the desk and holy shit.................. he’s doing push-ups. PUSH-UPS.

What did I do to deserve this?!

I – I’ll be back, Laptop.

From: Park, Jimin

To: Kim, Namjoon

Subject: Important!

Tuesday, October 17th [2:11 PM]

Non-Confidential, Internal Use Only

She has peonies on her desk. They’re pink.

Kind regards,

Jimin

Senior Analyst, Internal Audit

555-1013

From: Kim, Namjoon

To: Park, Jimin

Subject: Re: Important!

Tuesday, October 17th [2:24 PM]

Non-Confidential, Internal Use Only

… are you kidding me? You can’t title the email important and then say that.

Your ex-friend,

Namjoon

Senior Analyst, Communications

555-0912

From: Park, Jimin

To: Kim, Namjoon

Subject: Re: Re: Important!

Tuesday, October 17th [2:28 PM]

Non-Confidential, Internal Use Only

That was important.

Thank you,

Jimin

Senior Analyst, Internal Audit

555-1013

From: Kim, Namjoon

To: Park, Jimin

Subject: Re: Re: Re: Important!

Tuesday, October 17th [2:32 PM]

Non-Confidential, Internal Use Only

Remind me to get you a dictionary for your birthday. That’s not what the word important means. So, does this mean you’re back to liking her? I thought you told Jungkook to have at her.

Cheers,

Namjoon

Senior Analyst, Communications

555-0912

From: Park, Jimin

To: Kim, Namjoon

Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Important!

Tuesday, October 17th [2:40 PM]

Non-Confidential, Internal Use Only

Listen. I have no claim upon this woman. I do not own the beautiful, wonderful Window girl. She is a person unto herself, master of her own fate! If she wants to date Jeon Jungkook, so be it.

She should know though, that his feet smell.

xoxo,

Jimin

Senior Analyst, Internal Audit

555-1013

From: Kim, Namjoon

To: Park, Jimin

Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Important!

Tuesday, October 17th [2:46 PM]

Non-Confidential, Internal Use Only

Ah, the high road. What’s it like up there? Lofty? Breezy?

As a gift, I found something for you: www.instagram.com/peoniesandparkas

Enjoy,

Namjoon

Senior Analyst, Communications

555-0912

From: Park, Jimin

To: Kim, Namjoon

Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Important!

Tuesday, October 17th [2:50 PM]

Non-Confidential, Internal Use Only

What. Namjoon, how did you find this?

Where did you – oh, god. She’s adorable. She has a puppy, she likes chocolate. I like chocolate. Namjoon, its fate, its kismet, its meant to be. Our children would be so chubby.

Why did you send me this??

Pissed off and in love,

Jimin

Senior Analyst, Internal Audit

555-1013

Wednesday, October 18th [10:42 AM]

Megan: how’s the finger?

Y/N: not broken! 100% doctor confirmed, it’s just a mild sprain. Should be okay in a few weeks.

Megan: did the delinquent ever apologize?

Y/N: Megan!

Y/N: I told you yesterday, he did apologize. He just, you know… ran away after

Megan: like I said – idiot

Y/N: I doubt he’s an idiot, Megan. I can see into his office and he wears suits to work. That’s the indicator of a very important person.

Megan: wow.

Megan: I can’t believe you’re crushing on the guy who sprained your finger

Y/N: I AM NOT CRUSHING ON HIM

Megan: I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you over the sound of your love

Y/N: fight me

Y/N: I’m sorry, that was uncalled for

Megan: lolol

Megan: so, he works in the office next door?

Y/N: yeah

Y/N: sorry, was multitasking.

Megan: No problem. Have you ever thought about looking the guy up?

Y/N: what? Look him up where?

Megan: On LinkedIn. You already know his company, his face. Just… browse their list of current employees

Y/N: omg what!! That’s so fucking creepy

Megan: You’re right. Much less creepy to watch him do push-ups in his office

Y/N: … I told you that in confidence

Y/N: so much for sisterly love

Megan: dooooooo it

Y/N: … already am

Megan: YSE!

Megan: *YES!

Y/N: *drumroll please*

Y/N: Park Jimin, 24 years old. Senior Analyst of Internal Audit, joined the company two years ago. Is proficient in English, Korean and Microsoft Office 2013. Hobbies include: cooking, chasing his dog in the park for exercise and anime.

Megan: wow, what a dork

Y/N: You wouldn’t think that if you saw his ass.

Megan: omg

Megan: you love him so much

Y/N: asldfkajskldfa

Y/N: I DON’T EVEN KNOW HIM

Thursday, October 19th [1:00 PM]

Office Instant Message [1:01 PM]

Park, Jimin: well, Namjoon. It finally happened.

Office Instant Message [1:03 PM]

Kim, Namjoon: You finally got that growth spurt you’ve been hoping for?

Office Instant Message [1:04 PM]

Park, Jimin: I’m small but I’m feisty. I’d kick your a$$ in a fight

Office Instant Message [1:05 PM]

Kim, Namjoon: lol, no need for that. What happened?

Office Instant Message [1:06 PM]

Park, Jimin: I talked to her.

Office Instant Message [1:07 PM]

Kim, Namjoon: holy f*** WHAT?! When?

Office Instant Message [1:07 PM]

Park, Jimin: just now, over lunch. I went to that deli, you know the one?

Office Instant Message [1:08 PM]

Kim, Namjoon: the one with the cashier, Taehyung, who sings?

Office Instant Message [1:09 PM]

Park, Jimin: that’s the one. So, I walk in and she’s standing by the door. Confused as hell by Taehyung’s rendition of Take Me to Lunch (a poignant rendition of Hozier’s Take Me to Church)

Office Instant Message [1:10 PM]

Kim, Namjoon: well, sure. Who isn’t confused by that. Anyways, what did you say??

Office Instant Message [1:11 PM]

Park, Jimin: I apologized for hitting her, like twelve times. She sprained her pinky finger – can you believe that? I felt like complete shit when she told me

Office Instant Message [1:12 PM]

Kim, Namjoon: Wow. You are an idiot. What did you do next? What did you say?

Office Instant Message [1:14 PM]

Park, Jimin: God, I don’t even remember. It happened so fast. I just – she’s so pretty, Namjoon. Not in a cheesy, movie-star way but in an everything-she-does-is-real way. You know? God, I don’t even know. I just keep picturing her in my room… my car… my jacket

Office Instant Message [1:15 PM]

Kim, Namjoon: I thought you said not cheesy

Office Instant Message [1:16 PM]

Park, Jimin: shut up

Office Instant Message [1:17 PM]

Park, Jimin: I can’t stop smiling

Office Instant Message [1:25 PM]

Kim, Namjoon: Sorry, the boss stopped by my desk. Did you ask her out?

Office Instant Message [1:26 PM]

Park, Jimin: no

Office Instant Message [1:27 PM]

Kim, Namjoon: you’re the worst

Office Instant Message [1:28 PM]

Park, Jimin: I know this

From: Jordan, Elizabeth

To: Y/L/N, Y/N

Subject: Apologies

Monday, October 23rd [4:06 PM]

Non-Confidential, Internal Use Only

Hi Y/N,

I’m the one who messed up that PO form. It was my fault, but when Catherine asked who did it, I just froze. I couldn’t think, let alone speak and I know she blamed you for the mistake; I heard her yelling over in your cubicle. If you’d like, I can set things straight with her.

I’ll fix it; I promise to tell Catherine it was my fault.

I am so unbelievably sorry.

Thank you,

Liz

Analyst, Purchasing

555-1114

From: Y/L/N, Y/N

To: Jordan, Elizabeth

Subject: Re: Apologies

Monday, October 23rd [4:35 PM]

Non-Confidential, Internal Use Only

Hi Liz,

I appreciate the apology. I know last week was stressful and busy for everyone – a lot of things slipped through the cracks. I’d like to just let this go, but if something like it happens again – I’d appreciate the clarification. Here’s hoping for a better week, huh?

Best,

Y/N

Analyst, Training

555-0821

From: Park, Jimin

To: 9th Street Florist

Subject: Urgent Order

Monday, October 23rd [5:30 PM]

Non-Confidential, External

Hello Fran,

I’d like to place an order: one (1) bouquet of blush pink peonies, please.

Recipient name: Y/N

Address: 1010 LaSalle Street, Floor 16

Timing: Lunchtime, around noon if possible

You can just add this to my account. Thank you!

Sincerely,

Jimin

Senior Analyst, Internal Audit

555-1013

From: 9th Street Florist

To: Park, Jimin

Subject: Re: Urgent Order

Monday, October 23rd [6:30 PM]

Jimin!

You adorable angel, of course! What would you like the card to say, dear? Oh, you know what – I’ll just give you a ring on your mobile.

Kisses,

Fran

555-8934

Co-Owner of 9th Street Florist

Tuesday, October 24th [5:42 PM]

Y/N: Megan, you’re not going to believe what happened today

Megan: What?

Y/N: Someone sent me flowers

Megan: Flowers??

Y/N: FLOWERS

Megan: But who??

Y/N: Idk. There’s no card.

Y/N: Wait, there is a card!

Megan: What does it say??

Y/N: It reads, “Here’s hoping your week gets better.”

Megan: … that’s all?

Y/N: It’s a very short card.

Megan: No name?

Y/N: No name. I have no idea who sent them?

Megan: Hm

Megan: Maybe from that Jungkook guy? You two were texting, right?

Y/N: yeah, but then he just stopped

Y/N: Asshole. I doubt it was him lol

Megan: What about hot window guy? Did you guys ever talk after that one day at the deli?

Y/N: No :( Idk, I thought our conversation was nice… but maybe I was boring.

Megan: Shut up. I hate it when you repeat anything that stupid, nincompoop ex-boyfriend of yours used to say. He’s a fucking turd. You’re amazing.

Y/N: Gah. Thanks, sis

Y/N: Either way, I doubt it was him

Megan: Maybe they’re from Mom. Did you tell her about your shit day yesterday?

Y/N: oh.

Y/N: you’re right. They’re probably from Mom

Megan: You sound disappointed. Who did you think they were from?

Y/N: nothing

Y/N: no one

Wednesday, October 25th [8:35 AM]

Office Instant Message [8:35 AM]

Park, Jimin: oh my god, I’m so stupid

Office Instant Message [8:40 AM]

Kim, Namjoon: sure

Office Instant Message [8:40 AM]

Kim, Namjoon: but why this time?

Office Instant Message [8:41 AM]

Park, Jimin: I forgot to put my name on the card

Office Instant Message [8:43 AM]

Kim, Namjoon: Wow.

Office Instant Message [8:44 AM]

Kim, Namjoon: You are stupid. How do you get out of bed in the morning without a map?

Office Instant Message [8:45 AM]

Park, Jimin: shut up

Office Instant Message [8:45 AM]

Park, Jimin: … very carefully

From: Wine, Fallon

To: Park, Jimin

Subject: Life Advice

Thursday, October 26th [11:40 AM]

Jimin!

I’ve been thinking about what Joonie said to me last night.

He explained about your Window girl and Jiminie, you just need to talk to her! I know you did that one time in the deli – or was it two times? – but listen to me!

You! Are! Cute! As! A! Button! Any girl would be lucky to have you. I mean, half of my friends do want you, but that’s beside the point. You need to get over whatever this insecure nonsense is and just ask her out.

That’s all.

Love,

Fallon

PS, has she worn that coat from Instagram into the office yet? Is it really that bright shade of red?

From: Park, Jimin

To: Kim, Namjoon

Subject: What is wrong with you

Thursday, October 26th [1:15 PM]

Non-Confidential, Internal Use Only

You told Fal?? You showed her Y/N’s INSTAGRAM??

Whatever happened to boundaries

The opposite-of-warm wishes,

Jimin

Senior Analyst, Internal Audit

555-1013

From: Kim, Namjoon

To: Park, Jimin

Subject: Re: What is wrong with you

Thursday, October 26th [1:31 PM]

Non-Confidential, Internal Use Only

Boundaries? Oh, the irony. Have you peeped through any good windows lately?

Devotedly,

Namjoon

Senior Analyst, Communications

555-0912

From: Park, Jimin

To: Kim, Namjoon

Subject: Re: Re: What is wrong with you

Thursday, October 26th [1:40 PM]

Non-Confidential, Internal Use Only

… I hate when my past wrongs come back to haunt me.

Embarrassedly,

Jimin

Senior Analyst, Internal Audit

555-1013

Thursday, October 26th [5:10 PM]

“Hey, Megan! It’s me, Y/N. Sorry to leave you another voice note, but I’m carrying home these peonies and my hands are full. Anyways, I was just – oh, hey!’

‘Hi.’

‘Uh, what are you doing here? It’s Jimin, right?’

‘Yeah, Jimin. Y/N, right?’

‘Right.’

‘I, uh – I’m here because I’m waiting for a friend who works in this building. His name is Hoseok, do you know him?’

‘Can’t say that I do, but then again – I’m new. He could just work on a different floor.’

‘Ah, right. What floor are you on?’

‘Sixteen.’

‘Gotcha. Hoseok is on ten – but that’s funny.’

‘What is?’

‘Well, I work over in that building.’

‘That one on the corner?’

‘That’s it! I also work on the sixteenth floor. What are the odds? What side do you face?’

‘Right over… there.’

‘No way. Haha, my office is right … there.’

‘So close! I bet that if you looked, you could see me.’

‘I bet that I could. Maybe I’ll look for you tomorrow.’

‘That would be nice. I – uh, is your friend coming down, or…?’

‘Ah, right. Yeah, Hoseok shouldn’t be more than a few minutes. There’s this dog store by his place I’ve been meaning to go to.’

‘Dog store? You have a dog?’

‘Yeah, her name is – ah, this is embarrassing. Her name is Peaches.’

‘Peaches?’

‘Don’t laugh! Haha but yeah, Peaches. My friend’s girlfriend kept on calling her that as a joke and it kind of stuck.’

‘Ah... your friend’s girlfriend? Not yours?’

‘Nope. Me, I’m hopelessly single.’

‘Except for Peaches.’

‘Well, sure. Except for Peaches.’

‘Interesting.’

‘Yeah… those flowers are pretty. Peonies, right?’

‘Right… yes. Peonies. Thank you – they were a gift.’

‘Really? From your boyfriend?’

‘Nope. I think from my Mom.’

‘You think? Haha, isn’t that something you should know?’

‘Well, she keeps saying she didn’t send them – but come on. Who else would send me flowers?’

‘Well, I – ’

‘Jimin!’

‘Hey… Hoseok.’

‘Oh, shit! I’m still recording, how embar – ’

Friday, October 27th [9:37 AM]

Jimin: Namjoon. She left me a post-it note message.

Namjoon: a… what?

Jimin: A post-it note message. A message written entirely in post-it notes on her window.

Namjoon: what

Namjoon: what does the message say?

Jimin: “can you see this?”

Jimin: I can

Jimin: I can see it, Namjoon

Namjoon: oh my god, she’s just as dorky as you are

Namjoon: also, did I miss something? Since when do you two converse?

Jimin: since I took Fal’s advice and went to see her

Namjoon: you WHAT?

Namjoon: … there’ll be no living with her after this.

Jimin: Yeah, I went. I told her about Peaches and then chickened out before I could tell her about the flowers

Namjoon: wow

Namjoon: you’re still an idiot. But maybe only half of one

Jimin: thx man, I’m gonna cry

Jimin: … she left me a message

Jimin: 😊😊

Monday, October 30th [10:37 AM]

Office Instant Message [10:37 AM]

Jordan, Elizabeth: hey, Y/N! Coffee last week was fun. I was wondering if maybe you wanted to make it a daily thing?

Office Instant Message [10:39 AM]

Y//L/N, Y/N: yes, of course! Sounds perfect :)

Office Instant Message [10:40 AM]

Jordan, Elizabeth: amazing.

Office Instant Message [10:40 AM]

Jordan, Elizabeth: on a side note, have you looked out the window today?

Office Instant Message [10:41 AM]

Y//L/N, Y/N: not today, no – why?

Office Instant Message [10:43 AM]

Jordan, Elizabeth: ohh haha okay, long story. So, there’s this super-hot guy in the building next door that we all creep on. Today he’s wearing some sort of fuzzy yellow blanket and put this message in post-it notes on the window?? It’s the oddest thing

Office Instant Message [10:44 AM]

Y//L/N, Y/N: omg. Gudetama!! It’s a Gudetama blanket!

Office Instant Message [10:45 AM]

Jordan, Elizabeth: Gude-what now?

Office Instant Message [10:46 AM]

Y//L/N, Y/N: it’s hard to explain lol

Office Instant Message [10:47 AM]

Y//L/N, Y/N: it’s this beloved, depressed, Japanese egg

Office Instant Message [10:48 AM]

Jordan, Elizabeth: uh haha okay

Office Instant Message [10:49 AM]

Jordan, Elizabeth: what about his message? What do you think it means?

Office Instant Message [10:49 AM]

Jordan, Elizabeth: “I like your pens.”

Office Instant Message [10:51 AM]

Y//L/N, Y/N: asldkfjalskdjaf

“Hello, this is Kim Seokjin. You have reached the front desk of Bangtan Incorporated. For quality assurance purposes, the following phone call will be recorded and monitored. How may I help you today?”

“Hi, there! I need to speak to Park Jimin. He’s the Senior Analyst of Internal Audit for Bangtan Incorporated.”

“Absolutely, ma’am. To what should I say this is referring?”

“Gudetama.”

“Like – the egg?”

“Yes, Seokjin. Like the egg. Tell him that it’s very important.”

“I – uh, sure. I mean, wonderful – your happiness is our top priority. Connecting you to Mr. Park now.”

Monday, November 6th [9:30 AM]

Office Instant Message [9:30 AM]

Kim, Namjoon: why did you text Fal, asking her what kind of coffee girls drink

Office Instant Message [9:32 AM]

Park, Jimin: why do you and Fal tell each other EVERYTHING

Office Instant Message [9:33 AM]

Kim, Namjoon: get your own damn girlfriend if you want to keep secrets

Office Instant Message [9:34 AM]

Park, Jimin: I just wanted to know for science

Office Instant Message [9:35 AM]

Kim, Namjoon: I know you’re not seeing anyone right now, Jimin but you have met a girl, right? Get her normal coffee.

Office Instant Message [9:37 AM]

Park, Jimin: just… have Fal answer me, okay?

Office Instant Message [9:39 AM]

Kim, Namjoon: she says get her plain coffee but buy different creamers/sugar so she can make her own

Office Instant Message [9:40 AM]

Park, Jimin: brilliant. Give Fal the good lovin’ tonight, Joon

Office Instant Message [9:42 AM]

Kim, Namjoon: I’m going to kill you

Office Instant Message [9:43 AM]

Park, Jimin: Got to catch me first. I’m quick

From: Park, Jimin

To: Jung, Hoseok

Subject: Question

Monday, November 6th [6:50 PM]

Non-Confidential, External

Hey, Hoseok!

I was wondering if you could do me a favor. I need to drop something off at a friend’s desk in your building. Could you let me in tomorrow morning?

Sincerely,

Jimin

Senior Analyst, Internal Audit

555-1013

From: Jung, Hoseok

To: Park, Jimin

Subject: Re: Question

Monday, November 6th [7:05 PM]

Non-Confidential, External

Sure thing! Just let me know the time.

Side note – Yoongi keeps asking when we’re playing ball again. Are you and Jungkook over your little spat yet?

Regards,

Hoseok

Lead, IT Security

555-0218

Tuesday, November 7th

Laptop – he left me coffee.

He keeps on denying it. I called him earlier (that Kim Seokjin at reception is such a sweetheart) and he said it wasn’t him – but Laptop, I could see him laughing through the window! He was grinning that stupid handsome smile, so I know it was him. I mentioned to him last week that my building was cold and what was his response? Drink more coffee.

I know it was Jimin – that’s his name, Laptop, Jimin – I just know it.

Laptop. I think I might be falling for him.

Wednesday, November 8th [3:01 PM]

Office Instant Message [3:01 PM]

Park, Jimin: I can’t stop thinking about her. I’m going crazy

Office Instant Message [3:02 PM]

Kim, Namjoon: then ask her the f*** out and stop bothering me

Office Instant Message [3:03 PM]

Park, Jimin: what if she doesn’t like me though

Office Instant Message [3:05 PM]

Park, Jimin: what if she just puts up with me because the flirting is funny, but when I ask her out – it becomes too real and she bails

Office Instant Message [3:06 PM]

Kim, Namjoon: Jimin

Office Instant Message [3:07 PM]

Kim, Namjoon: I am only going to say this once, so listen

Office Instant Message [3:08 PM]

Park, Jimin: okay, listening

Office Instant Message [3:10 PM]

Kim, Namjoon: You’re an amazing guy. This girl has been flirting with you for weeks. You like her, right? Even if she doesn’t like you – which is dumb, because she does – do you really want to live the rest of your life watching her from behind glass?

Office Instant Message [3:12 PM]

Park, Jimin: huh

Office Instant Message [3:14 PM]

Park, Jimin: for being such a dick, you’re surprisingly insightful

Office Instant Message [3:15 PM]

Kim, Namjoon: annnd the moment’s over

Office Instant Message [3:15 PM]

Kim, Namjoon: go get laid

From: Min, Yoongi

To: Y/L/N, Y/N

Subject: Idk what to title this

Thursday, November 9th [4:00 PM]

Non-Confidential, External

Hi Y/N,

Listen. This is probably weird, since we’ve barely spoken. I got your email address from Namjoon, who got it from Hoseok – and now I’m realizing you might not know who either of those people are. Well. I’m sending this as a formal request to please ask out Park Jimin. He’s madly in love with you, and the stress is really throwing off his basketball game.

I need to win these games, Y/N. If we lose, the youth win.

Don’t let the youth win.

In summary: ask out Jimin, save my game. Oh, yeah – and have a good day

Best,

Yoongi

Manager, HR

555-0309

From: Y/L/N, Y/N

To: 9th Street Florist

Subject: Order

Thursday, November 9th [5:40 PM]

Non-Confidential, External

Hi there!

I’d like to place an order for one (1) bouquet of peach-colored daisies. I would like this order sent to Park Jimin, Bangtan Incorporated at 1011 LaSalle Street, Floor 16. I’ll stop by after work to pay. If the card could read, “I really loved the peonies,” that would be great.

Thank you!

Best,

Y/N

Analyst, Training

555-0821

Friday, November 10th [5:20 PM]

“Hi, you’ve reached Jimin. Leave a message after the beep. BEEEE – hahaha just kidding – ”

BEEEEEEP.

“Hey, it’s Namjoon. If you don’t change that annoying-ass voicemail of yours, I’m going to throttle you. I’m calling because we were supposed to leave for Seokjin’s happy hour together. Well, I’m in your office now – and surprise, surprise, you’re not here. Damn, your laptop and bag are gone, too! Did you just leave without me – oh! Shit! I just looked out your window. Oh my god, is that you? Is this it? Are you finally doing it? I see you – listen, Jimin, you should really trim your hair – but oh my god, you’re running. YOU’RE RUNNING – that’s her! That’s Y/N! You’re … tapping her on the shoulder! Oh crap, you scared her. You’re – YES, JIMIN! YES! FUCK, YES! Wow, man. That is some kiss. That’s Notebook-level shit, right there. Okay. You can stop. Fuck, man – are you scared she’s going off to war? I – oh. Alright. I see how it is. Nice, man. Ve-ry nice. I’m going to hang up now, because I feel super creepy watching this. Bye.”

Monday, November 13th

Hey, Laptop.

He got the flowers I sent him.

We kissed.

I – we’re dating.

😊😊

From: Wine, Fallon

To: Park, Jimin

Subject: Life Advice 2

Friday, December 15th [4:16 PM]

Jimin, dear. What kind of wine does Y/N drink? I’m going to the store after work and need your input. Red would probably go better with the pasta, but what kind of red?

Love,

Fallon

Friday, December 15th [4:34 PM]

Office Instant Message [4:34 PM]

Park, Jimin: tell your fiancée to stop emailing my work email

Office Instant Message [4:36 PM]

Kim, Namjoon: oh, please

Office Instant Message [4:37 PM]

Kim, Namjoon: I’ve seen the stuff you and Y/N send. You two think you’re sooo clever.

Office Instant Message [4:38 PM]

Park, Jimin: point taken

Friday, December 15th [4:42 PM]

Jimin: hey babe, what kind of wine do you want? Xx

Y/N: dry, sarcastic, red as blood

Jimin: cool. Totally normal, not at all scary

Y/N: lol tell Fal whatever wine she has is perfect

Jimin: that’s what I said! I told her you’re a lush and will drink anything in front of you

Y/N: yes, I will 😉

Jimin: holy fuck, I choked

Y/N: 😉

Jimin: babe! You can’t be dirtier than me, it’s not allowed

Jimin: god, when will today be over

Jimin: can you leave early?

Jimin: please. I need to be inside you at least once before tonight

Y/N: jimin!!

Y/N: … twice, if you’re lucky

Y/N: leaving work now

Jimin: good. I missed you

Y/N: haha I just saw you at lunch

Jimin: I’m not a logical man

Y/N: I accept all your shortcomings and love you despite them 😊

Jimin: I love you too, babe

Jimin: a lot 😊

Author’s Note: Hi. I hope you enjoyed :)) HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JIMIN!

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