#everyone is going to laugh at me tomorrow

[pshbites]

SUPER RICH KIDS ━ psh

pairing : richboy!sunghoon x fem!reader genre : sort of strangers to lovers, mix of angst and fluff but mostly fluff, sort of in an unspoken but aware relationship at the end warnings : mentions of fake friends, drug usage, and backstabbing, not proofread, excessive use of commas lol.. i think that’s it synopsis : the last person you expected to have a connection with was park sunghoon but you were proven wrong wc : 1.1k a/n : first fic of the new year LESSGOO. yes this is heavy inspo off of super rich kids by frank ocean AND this is dedicated to my lizzie bear larb u

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“eating alone are you?” sunghoon spoke, making you look up from your lunchbox. he entered the dark corridor where you sat and looked down at you. “if you’re here to make fun of me then go away” you sighed out, taking a bite of the rice ball you made this morning. “i could, but that’s no fun is it?” he said, sitting down on the other side of the narrow hallway, stretching his legs out so they were right next to you. he crossed his arms and looked down in his lap. 

“surprised you’re sitting down, i figured a rich kid like you wouldn’t want to get his fancy clothes dirty” you scoffed making sunghoon roll his eyes at you. “oh shut it, i couldn’t care less about clothes right now, don’t you have any friends to eat lunch with?” you let out a small laugh, shaking your head. “i could ask you the very same thing” you mumbled back, taking another bite of your rice ball. 

in your four years of attending this academy never has park sunghoon ever willingly talked to you. he acknowledged your existence which was better than what he did to most, but that never meant you were off limits to the constant teasing and remarks from his friend group. that was the norm for you, a non wealthy kid, to be going to a school surrounded by rich kids. always on the outside looking in. 

“isn’t it pathetic, i mean to not have any friends” sunghoon looked at you, tilting his head. you couldn’t tell if he meant that in a sincere way or a taunting way, either way your answer would’ve been the same. “i’d rather not have any friends than have ones who betray me” you said, mouth suddenly feeling bitter that the thought of your ‘friend’ who backstabbed you in the worst way possible. “i agree” sunghoon mumbled, now looking down at the floor. you furrowed your brows, “weren’t you just with them earlier?” making him roll his eyes once more. 

he shook his head, sitting up a little straighter. “you wouldn’t get it” you raised your eyebrow and sat up straighter as well, setting your lunchbox down, crossing your arms and staring back at him. “try me.” he sighed out and threw his head back, “i found out everyone in my life hates me, and my best friend slept with my ex-girlfriend.” you furrowed your brows, still looking at him. he adjusted his head straighter, looking back at you. “i feel like everything is so fake now, that this idea i had of them is just gone.” you nodded, pursing your lips in thought. you hesitated before speaking up. 

“i mean, did you really think they were your real friends?” 

“what.” 

you shrugged and threw your hands up, “your name holds value sunghoon, i’m sure you know that and i’m more than sure they did too.” sunghoon clenched his jaw and rolled his eyes again, clearly annoyed about what you were insinuating. deep down though he knew you were right, it was true. “guess no amount of wealth can get me a friend” he laughed dryly making you frown slightly. just before you could speak up, the bell for lunch rang out. you silently got together your things and stood up, sunghoon did as well. just before sunghoon left, you stopped him. “same time tomorrow?” you said, making him look back at stare at you before he walked off without a word. 

…

you didn’t expect much but sunghoon was there the next day and the day after and the day after. soon enough you had been eating lunch in that same hallway for one whole month. in that time you had gotten to know sunghoon more, causing the both of you to open up and confide in one another. you learned more about sunghoons fake friends and he learned about your friend, it was weird how one common thread could bring you two so close. 

“all they do is get high off their face, i don’t think im missing out much” sunghoon said, speaking of his friend groups infamous parties making you laugh. “and drinking ancient liquor” you added making sunghoon laugh along with you. the two of you sat next to one another, sharing whatever lunch you had packed for yourself that day. you quickly realized that sunghoon hadn’t ever had home cooked lunches, it was always dinner at a fancy restaurant or some world renowned private chef making luxury meals. it was odd, despite your differences you hadn’t expected sunghoon to grow so close to you. 

it fell silent between the two of you as you silently ate your food. sunghoon finally broke the silence with an interesting statement. “im finally gonna confront them, about it all” he turned to you, you giving him a shocked expression. “really?” he nodded, taking a sip of the water bottle you brought for him. “i have evidence and proof of everything so im gonna confront them tonight and i think it’ll all end.. my friendship between them” the two of you held eye contact in silence over sunghoons words, a part of you was proud of him the other part felt sorry for him. 

he looked ahead at the wall across from you two, setting down the sandwich you made. “it’s weird how i went from having it all to nothing. like no one even cares anymore” he sighed out, making you frown softly. you hesitated before reaching for his hand and intertwining your fingers. “you have me, i care for you” you breathed out, making sunghoon look in your eyes. you both felt that. 

that weird feeling where everything clicks, where you feel.. okay after not feeling okay for months. that feeling where nothing else matters except the person sitting right beside you. that feeling when you tell this person more things that you don’t even tell your family. that feeling of pure infatuation and almost love. maybe you loved sunghoon or maybe you just strongly liked him. whatever it was it was real and you both could feel it but you could feel it even more in this moment. 

“i care for you too,” he said, still lost in your eyes. maybe that was your way of saying you liked each other but it didn’t matter because the message was across, he didn’t jerk his hand away from yours when you reached for it but instead he scooched closer to you, letting you rest your head on his shoulder as the two of you stared at the wall across from you. 

teenage love wasn’t something you desired but maybe, unknowingly, you found it when you least expected it. 

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[ranpazz]

CHOKE ME BITE ME!!

cw ; sub!dazai, fem!reader, choking, p in v sex, unprotected sex (stay safe), slight degradation(she calls him a freak and a slut), not proofread

a/n ; no I didn't write this to distract from wicked games idk what ur talking abt.

Dazai hates pain. At least that's what he tells everyone, but you knew otherwise. Well, if the way he was writhing with your hand around his throat had anything to do with it.

“mmfph! Baby I– hngh– need more– c’mon, please-” he begged, bucking his hips up into your sweet cunt, desperate for more friction that you refused to offer. You clicked your tongue, applying more pressure to his throat, cutting off his oxygen.

“You're a freak, Osamu– getting off to this?” You questioned, emphasizing your point by wrapping your other hand around his pretty neck. His cock twitched against your cervix at the action, tossing his head back with a choked moan. “Yes– please– haah– I need more, please move–”

You'd be lying if you said that having a man like Dazai plead beneath you didn't flip a switch. A satisfied hum bubbled in the back of your throat as you raised your hips enough to his tip before slamming down on him.

“Aargh! Fuck! Don't– don't stop, please-” He cried, his jaw clenching from pleasure. You wish you had your phone to take a picture, he looked breathtaking. His eyes were rolled to the back of his head, hair matted to his forehead, and your lipstick smeared all over his lips. Maybe another time.

“Don't you– fuck– dare cum ‘til I say so, y'damn slut.” You breathed, chasing your release as the coil in your tummy tightened. His hands were holding onto your hips for dear life, there will definitely be marks there tomorrow. You could feel his Adam's apple bob beneath your fingers, a reminder of your previous actions.

Dazai whined for another minute or so, his rambles coming to an end. He was trying not to give away the fact his orgasm was creeping up on him. You could have laughed if he wasn't rearranging your guts right now. However, he still needed too–

“Please, lemme cum– needa– fuuuck– cum inside you, baby–” How could you resist when he asked so nicely? You swallowed thickly as you grew closer to the edge, giving him a brief nod before sinking your teeth into his pale shoulder and grasping his neck tighter than before.

He planted his feet on the bed, thrusting up into you to meet your hips, tearing a moan from your throat. His length slid against your gooey walls, hitting your sweet spots with easy precision. "'samu–! 'm gonna cum– fuck!"

"F-fuck, feels s'good– y'er pussy– haah– feels s'good, so tight, shit!" He cried out, your back arching as his thumb found your clit and drew tight circles on the bud. Your back arched, a broken moan slipping past your lips. "C'mon, cum with me– hnngh– please-"

He always ended up getting his way. It wasn't even a minute later that he was filling your cunt with his hot load, his own orgasm triggering your own. "Osamu– haah fuck!" Your hands finally freed his throat and your jaw fell slack as you reached your release.

Black spots clouded your vision for a moment before you fell limp on his chest, panting heavily as the afterglow settled. His breathing could be heard over your own, a telltale of his need for oxygen. You glanced up at him, his cheeks red and eyes closed as he caught his breath.

"'samu, I didn't–" "No, you didn't go overboard, 'donna." He cut you off, his voice a bit hoarse from your precious endeavors. Those pretty brown eyes of his fluttered open, meeting yours with a soft yet rare look. "I promise."

You took the reassurance with a smile, however, you were suddenly flipped over by Dazai, a hungry look in his eyes. "Now, let's see how much power you have with me on top this time."

[arc-misadventures]

Care to Share a Drink?

Jaune Arc was walking back from the training halls tired from another grueling training regime. Since becoming a, Specialist, Jaune had taken several courses to broaden his expertise; both in functioning, and technical training.

It was good to widen his expertise as a, Specialist, and he may be taking in all this new information like a sponge, but a sponge can only absorb so much in before it starts to leak out.

Now, Jaune was tired. He needed to relax, and just destress himself for all the worries that weighed him down. He was having a day off tomorrow, maybe he could...

: Hey, Jaune!

Jaune: Hmm...?

Jaune turned around to see the ever smiling, Clover Ebi approaching him.

Jaune: Oh, hey, Clover. What's up?

Clover: Just wanted to ask if you wanted to go out for a drink?

Jaune: A drink?

Clover: Yeah, there's this bar I like to go to, I thought you would enjoy some male bounding. I would have invited you sooner, but we were so busy with everything. Besides, you look like you need someplace to relax for a bit.

Jaune: Oh, is anyone joining us?

Clover: Naww... I asked everyone else; Marrow, can't hold a drink for the life of him. Vine is a tea nut. Elm, likes those fruity drinks, the bar we're going to doesn't have those. Harriet said she was busy doing some paperwork with, Winter. And, Winter... Ya know.

Jaune: I know, Clover, I know.

Jaune: Sure... I wouldn't mind having a drink with you.

Clover: Alright then, let's go!

Jaune: Do they have any good bar food there? I'm starving.

~~~

Clover: So here we are, Jaune! The Squeaky Cog! Best bar in all of, Mantle!

Jaune: I thought we would be going to a bar in, Atlas, not one in, Mantle.

Clover: Nahh, there are plenty of decent bars in, Atlas. But, this place... it has a more homely feel to it, feels more lived in then the bars in, Atlas which feel sterile.

Jaune: Ahh, a by product of the whole, Colour Wars, eh?

Clover: Yeah, pretty much. Now come on, let's get a drink!

The pair walked over to the bar, and took a seat. Jaune grabbed the menu, and gave it a quick glance, finding a item he wouldn't mind eating. The barkeeper shortly came to them, and asked if they wanted anything.

Clover: I'll have a beer, and the chili fries.

Jaune: I'll have the... fish and chips, and a scotch on the rocks.

The bartender took their orders before walking away, as he left, Jaune busied himself with a bowl of pretzels.

Clover: A scotch on the rocks? I didn't take you for the type.

Jaune: A simple beer, thought you had more taste.

Clover: I tend to have whisky after a reward for a rough day, for this a simple beer will do.

Jaune: I'd take a vodka myself if I wanted something simple. But, it's been a while since I had a drink, so I'll take a scotch.

Jaune thanked the barkeeper when he brought them their drinks. He swirled his drink watching the ice cube move about his drink. He took a sip letting out a satisfying breath of air as he did.

Jaune: That's smooth... I was told by some of the locals while I was walking about, Mantle that Mantilian Scotch is really good; That's a hell of an understatement.

Clover: Really? Maybe I should try it, and maybe you can try a beer too.

Jaune: Actual piss has more flavour in it than that piss in a bottle.

Clover laughed at, Jaune's little jab, he looked at, Jaune a serious look crossing his face.

Clover: Uhh... listen, Jaune...

Jaune: Is this where you ask me questions about my relationship with, Winter, or are we going to talk about you, and Harriet instead?

Clover stopped in his tracks, looking dumbfounded at, Jaune who just gave him an inquisitive eyebrow in return.

Jaune: Well?

Clover closed his mouth before giving, Jaune an amazed, yet scared look.

Clover: Again, you notice way too much, and it's scary how much you do.

Jaune laughed as he spun the ice cup around in his drink.

Jaune: Relax, Clover. I've been expecting you to ask me about you two since I caught you making your way to the, Ever Light Hotel~!

Clover: Hey! Keep it quiet about... the hotel!

Jaune gave another light laugh before taking another sip of his drink.

Jaune: Okay, Clover; Let's play a little game then shall we?

Clover: What kind of game?

Jaune: I ask you a question about you, and Harriet. Then you ask me a question about me, and Winter. You game.

Clover: Okay. I'm game... You first.

Jaune: Oh good, because I've been wondering for weeks now; How the hell did you two get together?

Clover: Ahh... Well... before you joined us, the Specialist, we already had six members... But, we lost one, his name was, Tortuga.

Jaune: Tortuga... I remember hearing, Harriet saying that name... She said, 'I was good, but I wasn't anything compared to, Tortuga.' Is that why, Harriet hates me? Because, I'm some sort of replacement of this, Tortuga fellow?

Clover: Kinda. Harriet, and Tortuga always had this older brother, younger sister dynamic to them. So when, Tortuga died, Harriet lost her 'big brother.' She didn't take it well...

Jaune: I can understand that. I have seven older sisters... I can barely handle the thought of losing one of them...

Clover: Well as it's my job as team leader to help my teammates. So, I talked with her, consoled her, and was just there for her when she needed it. A shoulder to cry on, a face to scream at. A friend.

Clover: Then one day, the whole team went here to relax, and have a drink, and while the rest of the team slowly went home one after another, bunch of light weights the lot of them! Harriet, and I stayed there getting absolutely waisted... Then...

Jaune: You woke up in each others arms in an uncompromising position?

Clover: Uhh... ahh.. yeah... that's pretty much it...

Jaune laughed at, Clovers face as it was flushed red from embarrassment.

Clover: There was some awkwardness between the two of us. But, we managed to work it out, and we've been dating in secret for about two months now.

Jaune: Why in secret; is there something against, Specialist dating each other?

Clover: No, there isn't any rule. We just don't want the others to know, I mean if, Elm finds out about us, we'll never hear the end of it!

The pair shared a short laugh that ended when the bartender brought them their meals. The duo thanked the bartender before they went back to their conversation.

Clover: Okay, it's my turn... How the hell did you get together with, Winter freaking Schnee? I mean... I've know, Winter for years, but she never struck me as the type who would be interested in dating anyone. Much less you.

Jaune: Rude...

Jaune nonchalantly replied while enjoying the fries on his fish, and chips. He quite liked the mixed spices they were using.

Clover: I don't mean to be rude, It's just... you seem so... so simple.

Jaune: I guess that's what she likes about me.

Clover: You guess?

Jaune: I don't know, or really understand why they like me. I was just being myself with them; honest, open, being an absolute dork... Honestly, I haven't the faintest clue how those two fell for me. I've flirted with woman before, and I was absolute trash! Like what the fuck was I thinking?!

Clover: Everyone was an idiot when it comes to flirting.

Clover commented this as he was shoveling his chili froes into his mouth.

Jaune: That was a year ago...

Clover: Pfft?!

Clover soon developed into a small coughing fit, before grabbing his beer, and chugging it down.

Clover: (Cough, cough, cough!) Serious, you went to being a loser who couldn't flirt with a girl for the life of them, to having, Winter Schnee fawning all over you?!

Jaune: Yeah, I don't understand it either...

Jaune dipped his fish into the hollandaise sauce, marveling at how nice it tasted. He also flagged down the bartender over to get, Clover another beer.

Jaune: Honestly if feel like I'm just standing there, and some hot girl looks at me like: "Haha! What's a dork!"

Jaune: "I must have him for my own."

Clover: Seriously?

Jaune: It's happened at least four times, two in the past two weeks... Okay, my turn: What's up with, Harriet?

Clover: What do you mean?

Jaune: Harriet's been looking a little queasy lately... Did any... definitions of 'lucky' happen?

Clover: Huw...?!

Clover dropped his fork in shock at the implications at, Jaune's honest question.

Clover: ...?!

Jaune: Well?

Clover: No! N-N-Nothing like that at all! She's just sick from bad fish, I swear! We had it checked! She's not pregnant!

Jaune: Then you better keep using those condoms, or birth control. I don't think you two want that to happen... Yet?

Clover: Well... I wouldn't mind it happening eventually... but, there's too much going on right now...

Jaune: Well, regardless of what happens, I wish you two the best of luck! Not from just your semblance.

Jaune raised his drink in the air before, Clover raised his in the air for a salute. Jaune then finished his drink, asking the barkeeper for another.

Clover: My turn?

Jaune nodded as he finished the last remnants of his meal.

Clover: Okay... When I asked you about you, and Winter. You kept saying, 'they:' Why?

Jaune: Ahh... I'm not gonna lie to you, Clover... but, I'm stuck within a love triangle between two woman.

Clover: You're... in love triangle...?

Jaune: Yep.

Clover: Seriously?

Jaune: Yep!

Jaune gave, Clover a dead serious look as he answered him. Popping the, P to emphasize his point.

Clover: How...?!

Jaune: I don't understand how these things happen to me either.

Clover: Between who?

Jaune: Winter Schnee, and Robyn Hill...

Clover: Robyn Hill?! She's into you? Again, how?

Jaune: Not sure. My best bet is that I was honest with her. Robyn's semblance lets her decern truth from lies. I can only guess what she went through to have a semblance such as that. But, I think saving her from a psycho faunas certainly helped.

Clover: Being the literal white knight saving the damsel...? Yeah, I bet that helped.

Jaune: Now the two of them have given me tokens of affection, and I have no idea what to do...

Clover: The sash, and that falcon pin?

Jaune: Lucky guess.

The pair shared a laugh before continuing their stories.

Jaune: Now the worst part is, is that they both know the other likes me, and they've both staked their 'claims' on me. I'm literally stuck between two badass huntresses who could beat my ass, who are more than willing to fight each other tooth, and nail to get me! I have no idea how to navigate any of this!! And, worse of all: It's fucking hot that I have two beautiful, wonderful woman fighting over me!

Clover: Do you know which one you want to be with?

Jaune: I don't know... They're both among the greatest, and most beautiful people I've ever met! And, as much as I've enjoyed their rather, forceful kiss's. I want to be the one to steal their breath away with a kiss. But, I have no experience when it comes to the affairs of the heart, so I haven't got a damn clue on what to do... And, it's as you said, there is too much going on right now to worry about such things...

Clover: But, if you had to choose: Who would you pick?

Jaune shrugged his shoulders before looking at, Clover.

Jaune: Both?

Clover snorted as he smacked, Jaune on his shoulder before slapping a pile of credits on the bar top after finishing he second beer.

Clover: It's on me. Now come on, let's back to base.

Jaune finished his scotch before getting up, and following, Clover out of the bar.

Jaune: This was nice. Thanks for inviting me, Clover. We should do this again. Only this time, drinks are on me.

Clover: Looking forward to it.

[forthelostones]

𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 ➺ 𝚓𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚢 #𝟽

anderson construction and landscaping had been parked outside your door since you returned home from university. as if the summer couldn't get any hotter, the business owner works overtime in your area. anderson is collecting new, loyal clients of your neighbors, cementing her permanence in your life for the next few months. what's to come of your girlish crush when she keeps showing up?

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜. 18+ (mdni); age-gap, young!reader, older!abby, butch!abby, slow-burn, suggestive language, thoughts of infidelity, ellie ft, smoking/drinking, mentions of parents, nickname: sweetheart, and modern au.

𝚊𝚗. omg hello, what...

♫ 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝. willow by renee♫

What was I doing? Showing my old photos like I was a proud parent embarrassing my child before a first date. I let my hand linger on the my bedroom doorknob before finally retreating. My cheeks filled with girlish warmth as I press my palms into my face and try to shake away everything that happened but I can’t. I replay her laugh and innocent curiosity at my past. Her fingers tracing me out on the worn plastic sheet and deep down I wanted nothing more than for those same fingers to feather over my belly into my waistband. I was making a mistake, but damn it felt so good. 

As my phone lit up from my nightstand with a followup from her arrival text, I couldn’t help but smile. 

10:00 p.m: parents were wondering if you wanted to come over for a bbq after work?

10:04 p.m: I have a consultation on the other side of town tomorrow. 

…. 

10:10 p.m: But maybe I can stop by at the tail end of the night and play bartender? 

10:12 p.m: really? that would be really nice but we can save you some food and you not have to worry about working even more. 

So, all day as my new client was showing me the specs of her home I was buzzing nonstop. Bobbing my leg up and down, missing out on important structural details, and checking my phone constantly — this was highly unlike me. I would have to go home, change, and pack up some good liquor that would go with the assumed spread of food. Everyone loves margaritas, right? Besides this, my team was sending me constant updates of the new build up the road and I wanted to check their work before retreating for the night. I was moving at seventy miles per hour with no end in sight. 

“Well, that’s it. Now we know that’s a huge ask for a crew your size but I expect it to take a while.” She smiled. 

My new client, Henrietta, was a 70-year old widow who was trying to find a way to spice up her home for her daughter, in hopes of encouraging her to move back in. I think it’s sweet but a large ask for anyone to make. 

“We can make it happen. Now,” I check my watch. “We’ve kind of gone over time but that’s alright, are you okay if I stop in tomorrow and you invite your daughter so we can all talk?” 

“Absolutely, I’ll tell her to wear something form fitting too!” She screeched silently sizing me up.

“Huh?” I giggle nervously. 

“I mean, I was fast in clubs and what not in New York, I know a lesbian when I see one. And my daughter is available and around your age. You do like Black girls don’t ya?” She sighs. 

“Yes ma’am, I do." 

“Then it’s a date.” 

This day was going on far longer than I imagined and at this rate all the guests would be bbq’d out and not open to drinks. Henrietta was sweet but I can’t help but think that she was a little lonely without her husband around as she went through every room, describing the memories they shared. Once she sends me on my way and I nearly speed through traffic for a 35-minute haul to the opposite side of town. 

6:30 pm: Hey, on my way. 

I got no reply and didn’t have time to wait for one. I pulled my hair up into a bun on the top of my head while I lather my body down with my loofa and watch the grayish water sliver down the drain. I accompany my clean body with a subtle vanilla lotion and spritz of soft piney cologne. I took a bit of gel to my roots to smooth it down into a low pony and weaved in a thick braid, my grey hairs more prominent than ever before. I sigh as I recall how similar I look to Dad.

I reach in my skincare cabinet and smooth out my under eyes with a bit of cold cream followed by a handful of facial moisturizer. All of this to come home sweaty again and in need of the same routine. My stomach tightened with an uncommon feeling, like I was preparing myself for a date and not mellowing in the late night summer humidity. On the way home I knew I wouldn’t have much time to go through outfits so I thought of one that was easy enough to accommodate me. I fingered through my closet for a pair of black bootcut jeans and a medium sized heavy cotton white shirt that fell just below my belly button. To polish it off I slipped on my old red Chucks and forced a smile onto my face with the help of the tight pony.

My travel bag with my mixers and tools clattered on the passenger seat. I wipe my forehead quickly from the sudden change in temperature surrounding me. More speeding and hastily smashed breaks and I finally arrived on the street but not before I take a look at the house on the corner. We should complete it in two months time now. I step out of the car and clip my keys on my belt loop and begin to admire the polished work of my men. Obviously the darkness can hide some imperfections but from where I was standing it looked fine. I decided to leave my truck parked in its normal position as I noted a few unfamiliar cars were still lined up outside. My anxiety quickly manifest into a ping of hope that I would get to serve some people and satisfy them, one in particular. 

I toss my bag over my shoulder and walk a few feet down on the sidewalk. The clamoring of voices and music fluttered throughout the normally quiet neighborhood. All the lights were on in the house as I walked up the driveway to the backyard where uptight men stood in shorts and polos when I knew their bodies were meant for suits. They were clearly colleagues of my clients. I give an awkward wave over to them who stand speaking to each other in frank voices, laughs smothered in generational wealth. They were surrounded by the glare of tiki torches and large, yellow-bulbed string lights, and the low rolling of a fire pit nestled in between patio furniture. 

“Anderson, thanks for stopping by!” The rightful homeowner said in his plain voice. 

I reach out to toss him a hand and he shakes it and fetches a beer for me almost out of thin air, popping the top off instantly. 

“No problem, hope I’m not too late to make everyone at least one cocktail before they go?” I sip. 

“Perfect timing.” His wife says as she trots outside in light blue capri’s and a casual button down. 

I tell them I have tequila and vodka and many limes so they had a choice between a mule or margarita. The small crowd of eight were 2 and 6, many margaritas and only a few mules. I slide through the doors into the kitchen and lay my items down strategically, everything in perfect reach. 

A door closes and my concentration breaks to find her standing in a peachy halter top, her breasts held up firmly against it and a tight, chocolate brown tennis skirt. Once my brain registers that my gaze has wandered up down the length of her body, I find her eyes. “Hey,” is all I can manage to say. 

“Oh, hi there.” She grins almost as if she could read my mind. 

In her right hand is a mixed drink of some sort, looks as if it has a bit of cognac and a sparkling element. 

“I rushed to get here, glad there’s still a crowd.” I tip my head over to the backyard. 

“You’ve saved me from the crowd. I hate my parents work friends, well usually because I’m the last minute errand girl.” 

“Seems like you’re compensating for that just fine.”

She brings the glass to her mouth and shrugs, the liquid fizzing as she inhales. 

“I told you not to do all of this and your plate is in the oven. I gave you a bit of everything because I didn’t know what you liked.” 

A beat falls between us, comfortable but taunting. So provoking that I had no choice but to turn away and rinse off my utensils. “Are you fit to chop some limes?” I question. 

“I’m not drunk Ms. Anderson, I can do that just fine.” 

“What is in that cup anyway?” 

"Crown and sprite, here.” 

She reaches out to me, so causally, as if we had been doing this jive for years. I accept, almost fearful with a slight tremor lying beyond my movements. Our eyes meet and just for a second those eyes drew low and she followed the liquid slither down my throat. 

“Hm.” Is all I could manage when the warm liquid hit the bottom of my rumbling stomach, highlighting the fact that I haven’t eaten all day. 

She walks over to the oven and pull out a wide white, ceramic plate with brown sugar glazed ribs, brisket, a side of coleslaw, baked beans, and mac & cheese, all in separate containers. My eyes grew wide instantly and I look up to her grinning proudly. 

“So, which part of this did you do?” 

“I did the brisket, it’s my speciality.” She sips proudly. 

She kindly reheats the meal and I finish garnishing all of the drinks and delivering them. By the time the small talk is over, I am left in the kitchen with a fresh meal waiting for me to devour it. The last time someone cooked for me was so long ago that I couldn’t even remember what or who it was. Most nights I enjoyed a jarred sauce and store-bought pasta noodles. I didn’t even have enough bravery to purchase a grill and here she was cooking brisket. To be fair, I didn’t come from a family that hosted anyone, we're very recluse, so being in an environment like this is really off-putting. I place a napkin over myself out of fear, and began eating as she caught up on conversation with her mom. 

I had one beer and two margaritas on hand as I sucked the sauce off my fingers, I rubbed my belly and tossed my head back. I was spiraling in bliss. Once I grew the strength to compliment and thank the chefs for my meal I dabble in small talk before all the guests leave. Discussing my new builds and the expansion of the company to be becoming hands-off. Two of the guests mentioned they will contact me for future information and I pass them my business card proudly. 

Moments later I realize only my clients were left and they began cleaning the outdoor space and turning off lights to retreat inside. She changed into boy shorts and a loose fitting tee shirt rolled up to the shoulder, collecting dishes. I sat on the patio furniture, looking up as if there were stars, and sipping on the last drop of my drink. When I heard the sliding door close my heart jumped, now I had her full undivided attention. 

“I think you work too much.”

I feel the weight of the cushion shift under me and suddenly I’m afraid to see how close she is but her voice is so clear, so she’s not far. 

“Life.” 

“No, I seriously do, I mean why couldn’t you just come over to enjoy yourself and relax and talk with potential clients?” 

“I think my pitch sounds better when there’s alcohol involved.” I smile. 

I turn and see she’s farther than I imagined but just close enough to where her features come into full view. She just grins, twirling a singular thread between her fingertips, concentrating on that instead of me. 

“How did the meeting go?” She asked. 

“She set me up on a date with her daughter.” 

“Oh wow. That is one way to double your profits. Is she cute at least?” 

“We will see, I go back tomorrow midday and meet her,” 

She pulled her lips into her mouth and nodded her head slowly. 

“What?” I ask. 

Gradually, a strict warmth travel from my stomach to my eyes, causing my blinks to slow down. My right ear clogs slightly and that’s how I know I made this drink a bit too strong. 

“I don’t think I should be talking to my boss about her relationships.” 

“Whatever. It’s not a relationship, I actually would have never said that in any other circumstance. But right now, I believe I am unable to drive home.” 

She jolts up and leans into me. 

“Abigail Anderson are you drunk?” She whispers. 

“No, no I am tipsy. Tipsy. Final answer.” 

She smacks her strawberry glossed lips and crosses her arms leaning back into her spot. 

“I think the only thing for me to do is drive you home ma’am.” 

“What? No. I couldn’t ask you to do that. I can grab a taxi and be back in the morning before I maybe get towed. What are the overnight rules here?” My face turns hot at the thought of my cherry red in the impound lot. 

“I will drive you home and call a friend for a ride. Easy.” She lifts the glass out my hand, her our fingers making brief contact almost making me sigh out loud. When was the last time I felt a woman’s touch? Easily years, even since my breakup. As I stood up I felt a weight pull on my hips wishing me to sit back down, never in a million years would I assume that I would suddenly become a lightweight. 

“What’s your driving record?” I panic. 

“Never been in an accident before and plus I got points deducted off of my test for going too slow, so if that helps…” 

It was weird sitting in the passenger seat listening to the phone scream out the directions to my place. Time moved too fast but then again not at all. Once the engine came to a halt I inhaled and found myself being courted into my bedroom by my new assistant. 

“Do you need to change before lying in your bed?” She asks. 

“Yes, but I am okay now, why don’t you call your ride?” 

She gently closes the door and I scramble for my pajamas tucked under my pillow. I pull up my boxers and nightshirt and unfurl my body underneath the covers. The air conditioning is at the perfect level and the warmth of my duvet compliments it perfectly. The door slowly creeks open and she comes to me with a glass of water with ice. 

“Do you want to take your hair down?” She asks. 

I completely forgot, the tightness of this will only make my headache worse in the morning. So I tug at the two ponytail holders but struggled and yank at my hair. Her hand rises gently and begins unraveling them to place them on my nightstand.

“Goodnight Abigail.” 

[aquamanandfriends]

Tim bit his bottom lip and nodded. Natalie was always the type of person to do it herself, she never needed help but eventually everyone did. "Thank you," he smiled softly. "I'm always a little concerned I'll say the wrong thing to her or something. I wish I'd known her as long as you and Natalie have." He didn't have close childhood friends, the girls had accepted him in a way he still didn't really know how to accept.

"Mmm," Raf's eyebrows tugged tighter together. "Do we corner her tomorrow?" he asked with a groan. "She's so fast," he sighed then turned and looked down the hall. "Tell me not to go through her room. She hadn't done anything that we know of-- benefit of the doubt and yatta yatta..." Everything he said was in the slightest whisper to not wake the twins or let Elaine hear.

"They're perfect," Natalie smirked, "Perfect but trouble, I mean, I've read a lot of mythology and I'm concerned I might be breast feeding and get a bad shock or something," she half laughed, the thought was so silly, it sounded totally crazy. It was hard not to laugh. "Mm, total team effort," Natalie agreed taking another sip of tea. "We should get Tim his tea before he has an identity crisis about his Britishness."

"She hasn't wanted to trouble anyone," Azula said, voice still soft. "But I know it's best for the twins if we ask for help." It takes a village and all that. Azula's dark eyes softened, shining with silver. "I appreciate that. The same here...for you and El." Azula probably knew more about Elaine's isms and PCOS needs than anyone.

Carmen sighed. "I haven't, but...that doesn't mean there aren't any." She wasn't delusional; chances are, there were a few boys in Izzy's life--boys Raf should be concerned about. "We need to sit down with that girl."

Elaine smiled and shrugged. "I'm sure they're not that bad. I still remember baby Izzy, after all." There wasn't a big age gap between them, but Elaine did remember her parents bringing the baby home, watching her as she slept...and the dirty diapers. All the diapers. "Oh, I'll try," she said with a soft laugh. "Might need to make that a team effort."

[chixkencxrry]

Workout

Warnings: SEXUAL THEMES, EXPLICIT SEX, DIRTY TALK. Your consumption of media is on YOU. NOT PROOFED. MDNI.

DO NOT REPOST OR TRANSLATE.

Summary: Clark gets a little jealous when you mention working out with someone else. (Slight OOC Clark Kent x Fem! Reader)

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You wiped the sweat from your brow with the back of your hand, hands on your knees as you tried to get your breathing regular. In front of you, your boyfriend looked on with an encouraging smile that only seemed to frustrate you. Clenching your fists, you bared your teeth at him in a cynical smile. 

“C’mon, Y/N, you’re doing pretty good.”

“Clark,” you groaned, standing upright. “I will fucking stab you.”

“Kinky.” he joked tossing a charming grin at you. You liked Clark like this. Not wearing the costume of Clark Kent of a meek reporter. He was the charming confident man you loved. Though right now he was an irritant more than someone you loved.

You eyed the apartment building, a few metres off and walked in that direction. Walking straight past Clark who chuckled at your stomps. You didn’t have to look back to know that he was following, albeit a few paces behind. 

“I think you did real good, baby.”

You scoffed. 

“You didn’t take a break once and your pace was great.” 

Eyeroll.

“You’re a natural. I’m so proud of my little girl.”

You stumbled, heart rate picking up. You were sure Clark was smirking behind you. 

“I mean that,” he jogged up to you, opening the front door of the building with a few quick buttons. “You took to it so very well. Maybe tomorrow we don’t need to go so hard.”

Stepping inside the air conditioned foyer you tried to ignore the heat in your cheeks rising with the warmth of his voice. He was enjoying taunting you. You decided to be petty and mention the name of a trainor you’d met offhandedly the last time you’d started going to the gym.“Maybe tomorrow I just go to the gym and let Daniel train me.”

A crater the size of Clark’s left foot dented the floor by the staircase as the two of you turned to the stairwell. You smirked, sniggering as a flush of energy swelled within you and you did your own jog up the stairs.

“Very cute, Y/N. You’re going to pay for that.”

You chuckled, shaking your shoulders and looking back at him, at the bottom of the stairs staring up at you with a gaze that could only be called predatory. Maybe you’d pushed it a bit but Clark should’ve known better than starting you off with a four mile jog on your first day. Did he think everyone was an alien? “Oh, please. Maybe I should trust a licensed trainor. He’ll know better than to push me so hard. He’ll know to take his time with me. Pace me.”

A snarl echoed from below and you jumped ahead, into the corridor of your floor. A grin lit your face until a breeze blew by you, curls loosened from the bun upon your face. Clark grabbed your upperarms, flying with you to your door. Your back hit the wall and a laugh fell from your lips before he kissed you with an open mouth. 

Tongue slipping into your mouth, you groaned as he kissed you, your arms going around his slender waist. As his hands travelled up to your neck, large and warm, they cupped your chin and hand around your neck. You tasted the mint toothpaste and trembled under the sweet taste of his mouth. 

Clark pulled back, his lips slanting against your cheek, then jaw, and then upon your neck. Tasting your sweat and licking your skin like a limited edition tootsie roll. His teeth nipped, tongue licking the bruise before his lips suckled. Then repeated until it was the swell of your breasts in your deep v-neck. His hands travelled down, resting on your waist and squeezing. 

Through the musk of groping and kissing, you heard the clearing of a throat. You patted Clark and in an instant he stepped back and turned behind to see your older neighbour, Ms Isla. Blushing in shame your turned around and opened the door, Clark tumbling in behind you laughing. 

You slapped his chest. “That’s not funny, Clark! I’m the one that sees her when I’m leaving for work early, not you who clocks in at nine.”

Clark shrugged. “Sorry.”

“How didn’t we notice her? Gosh, thank God we’re both dressed.” You muttered, stripping off your sweaty gym clothes and putting them in the washing machine right away. “Give me your sweats.”

“Yes, ma’am.” You tried not to look at him as you accepted his folded clothing, tossing it with your own before setting it onto cycle. When it finally began to spin, you suddenly got very angry. 

“Wait a minute,” you narrowed your eyes at Clark’s naked backside taking a drink of water from your fridge. “You heard her coming up! You knew when…oh my god, Clark!”

“Consider it payback.” he joked. “I don’t like the jokes about that Damon guy.”

You sighed, rolling your eyes and heading to the bathroom. “Jerk!”

“I’m sorry, baby.” he crooned following behind you into the shower. You tucked your hair into a cap and turned the water to warm sliding the glass door shut. Over the continuous pour you could hear Clark. 

“Could you blame?” he pointed out in earnest. “You kissed me and I couldn’t think.”

“All I could think about is you pressed up to me. Your breasts on my chest, those hard nipples dragging along while I sucked your tongue.”

“If you knew how good you tasted, how soft your lips were, you wouldn’t be so harsh. You’d understand that you could make anyone human. Weak. I can’t think about anything else but that.”

You dropped your body wash, bending to pick it up you heard a groan on the other side of the frosted glass. Clark’s shadowy figure was broad and bent, one hand in front of himself. You slid the glass back and gasped at the pleasing sight before you. Propped against the kitchen sink, Clarke eyed you with laser focus, hand around the base of his turgid member, stroking it up and down with a firm fist. 

His eyes lit up, watching as you stood giving him an unobscured view of your wet body. You caught your lower lip with your teeth, listening to his soft whimpers. Eyes flickering between his face and member, you leaned against the cold tile and ran your fingers along your chest, plucking at your nipples. Clark licked his lips, blue eyes dark in the white light of the bathroom. 

Hitching up a leg onto the rim of the shower height, you let one breast fall as you delved between your thighs, slowly massaging your centre – widening your leg to give him a view. You shivered as he sped up, breathing unsteady as he approached his first climax. 

Dipping a finger in, you hissed, adding a second as Clark’s face pinched in anticipation. You’re mouth hung as his cum erupted, planting onto the white floor. On autopilot, you stepped out of the shower and went straight to him, hoisted into his arms as he slowly kissed you, walking with you on his hip. He sat you on the bathroom counter; thumb between your legs as he stroked your swollen clit, applying pleasure until you were squirming. Clark guided his cock into you, groaning as he bottomed out. He dragged you closer to him, your ass barely on the counter as he held you in position with one hand and the other paying attention to your clit.

“Oh, baby – oh, fuck, Clark,” you muttered out, rocking your hips, hands on his massive biceps. Your fingers dug into his impenetrable skin, as you chased your high.

Clark stretched you out, deep and thoughtful as he made sure with every thrust you felt all of him. From the base of his cock to the mushroom head, he dragged himself out until just the pink tip could be seen exiting your essence-leaking pussy and plunged back in until his pubes pressed to you. 

“You’re taking me so good, baby.” he complimented, salivating as he looked down at where you two were connected. 

“Thank you, baby. Oh, yes, yes.”

“Good girl. Such a good girl.”

You nodded, crying as he worked you, words failing you.  

“Take my big cock, you love when I fuck you like this, huh? You wanna feel that burn when I take my time with you, make you drip on my cock like this.”

He kissed you, biting your lip and sucking down your groans. Clark hummed as you whimpered, sliding his tongue into your mouth. One of your hands went to his shoulder, nails into the delves of his back.

The kiss parted with a string of spit, you threw your head back and hollered as you came, his thumb still pressing on your clit until your legs shook. Clark pulled out of you, a loud plop echoing in the bathroom. He turned you over so that your belly was on the counter and you could see your reflection in the bathroom mirror. 

Your shower cap had fallen off and your curls curtained half of your face, leaving only one drunken squinted eye. Behind you, Clark was wide and grinning down at you with the feral qualities of a wild dog viewing a slab of steak. Your hands gripped the counters, yelping as Clark slapped both of your ass cheeks. 

“Fuck, Clark!” you hissed as he did it a second time, large hands groping the meaty cheeks. He bent his head down and kissed them, nibbling at them slightly before raising his head.

You felt his heavy member between them, sandwiched by your cheeks. He began to slowly drag his hips back and forth, stopping for a moment before you felt him drag it along your pussy. You jumped at the turgid feel against your clit, exciting building over sensitivity. 

“Ready to go again?” He asked, husky and filled with want.

You nodded furiously and Clark laughed. “Say it.”

“Yes. Please, get back inside me.”

He touted, dragging a little faster. “Don’t think anyone can work you out can they?”

“N-No.”

He released a cheek to smack it. “You stuttered.”

You were going fucking insane. “No! Fuck no, baby. You’re the only one.”

Unceremoniously, he entered you to the hilt and began to fuck your sopping core. Clark took one of your hands off the counter, twisting your arm behind your back and holding it.  With just one anchor on shaky legs, you gripped the other side and prayed you wouldn’t fall until you remembered that your boyfriend was Superman.

Thick, hard cock stormed in and out of your pussy. Your ass smacked against his hips as he fucked into you. “Who’s the only man you’ll let work you out?”

You barely muttered out a response. “You, baby. Fuck – Oh my God, Oh my God.”

“Say my name, baby. C’mon, whose cock is in you?”

You caught your visage in the mirror, teary as Clark glowered down at you with tantalizing sternness. “Clark! Clark, Clark, Clark!”

“You’re so smart,” he praised, leaning forward and kissing your back, then neck, teeth nibbling the skin as his hips kept their pace, your pussy was spread and filled, growing wetter and wetter at his touch. 

“My smart baby. Do you think you could ever prance in front of another man in workout clothes? Tiny shorts that can’t keep this fat ass in?” He smacked the aforementioned ass cheeks with one big palm, growling at your whimper.

You tried to tap him with the hand pinned to your back but Clark seemed blind to it. 

“Nobody baby.” You muttered, moving your ass to him, delirious with pleasure. You could feel your second orgasm coming and if Clark’s pace was any way to count, so was he.

Moving your hips to his own, the two of you followed the other, hungry and redolent, chasing a satisfying end. Clark released your arm, his hands finding purchase in the curve of your waist, then the sides of your swaying breasts.

His head dipped into the curve of your neck and shoulder. You released you hadn’t stopped moaning or whimpering once. “I’m so sorry for being so loud.”

“What?” he groaned, tightening on the softness of your full breasts. “Baby, never say that.”

You seemed to have sparked fresh energy within him, even when your peak came – loud, yelling his name, he kept on, hands massaging every available inch of your body. Gratitude fell from his lips every time you whimpered until you felt him grow stiff and warmth filled you, leaking down your thigh.

Clark rocked into you a bit more, pulling out and holding you close. The steam had fogged up the mirror but he wiped it off. You leaned against him, watching the satiated look on both of your faces, beneath that, a more tender thing. Affection and comfort in a shared moment of two people in love. 

“C’mon,” he kissed your cheek. “Let’s shower and get some food.”

You hummed, too fucked out to even respond. 

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Masterlist

[yassbishimvintage]

Where I wanna Be

Warnings: Fluff, Smut

MDNI!

It was a warm afternoon. Kel was going over a script. “Kel?” came Simone’s voice, soft and tentative, breaking through the quiet.

Kelvin looked up from the script he had been studying, his intense focus momentarily disrupted. He softened as soon as he saw her standing in the doorway, her hair loosely tied back and a small, almost shy smile playing on her lips.

“Yeah, babe?” he replied, setting the pages down and giving her his full attention.

She stepped into the room, holding two mugs of tea. “Thought you might need a break,” she said, handing one to him before sitting on the arm of his chair.

Kelvin took the mug, his fingers brushing hers, and smiled. “You always know when to rescue me, don’t you?”

Simone shrugged playfully. “That’s what girlfriends are for. So, what’s got you so deep in thought?”

He chuckled and leaned back, letting her warmth and presence ground him. “Just going over this new role. It’s...intense. But I think it’s going to be worth it.”

“Hmm,” she mused, leaning her head against his. “Well, don’t forget you’re pretty intense yourself. Whatever it is, I know you’ll kill it.”

Her quiet confidence in him brought a soft smile to his face. “Thanks, Sim. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Oh, don’t forget we have dinner with Cleo and Aaron tonight,” Simone reminded him as she sipped her tea.

Kelvin groaned playfully, leaning his head back against the chair. “That’s tonight? Babe, you know I love them, but I was hoping to spend the evening in sweats with you.”

Simone laughed, nudging his shoulder lightly. “Come on, Kel. You know how rare it is for all of us to get together. Plus, Cleo’s been dying to see you and grill you about your next project.”

Kelvin raised an eyebrow. “Grill me? You mean ask ten questions in two minutes and then tell me what I should do instead?”

Simone smirked, shaking her head. “You know that’s just Cleo’s way of showing she cares. Besides, Aaron will back you up. He gets it.”

“True,” Kelvin conceded, his lips curving into a small smile. “Alright, you win. But only if you promise we can have a lazy day tomorrow.”

Simone leaned down, kissing his cheek. “Deal. Now finish up and get ready. We can’t be late—Cleo’s timing us.”

Kelvin laughed, shaking his head. “She really does keep everyone on a schedule, doesn’t she?”

“She’s efficient, that’s all,” Simone said with a wink before disappearing back into the kitchen. “Hurry up, Kel!” she called over her shoulder.

Kelvin chuckled, setting his tea down. “Guess I better start getting ready before she starts timing me too.”

When Kelvin and Simone arrived at the cozy upscale restaurant, they spotted Aaron and Cleo already seated at a corner table. Cleo, ever poised and stylish, was sipping on what looked like a glass of red wine, her grey eyes scanning the menu. Aaron, dressed in a crisp, casual blazer, was leaning back in his chair, sharing a laugh with her over something.

“Fashionably late, huh?” Cleo quipped as Kelvin and Simone approached the table. Her tone was light, but the playful smirk on her face was impossible to miss.

Aaron chuckled, standing to greet them. “You know Cleo’s been timing you since we got here,” he teased, pulling Kelvin into a quick hug before turning to Simone with a warm smile. “Simone, always good to see you.”

“Hey, we’re not that late,” Simone countered with a laugh, hugging Aaron and then Cleo. “Blame Kel. He got caught up in a script.”

Kelvin raised his hands in mock defense. “Hey, I’m here now, aren’t I? Besides, I figured you two would appreciate a little extra time for yourselves.”

Cleo rolled her eyes, but her smile gave her away. “Alright, fine. Sit down before Aaron orders half the menu. He’s been talking about the steak here since we made the reservation.”

Simone and Kelvin slid into their seats, the warm ambiance of the restaurant wrapping around them. Kelvin glanced at the menu, then at Aaron. “So, the steak, huh? What’s the verdict?”

Aaron grinned. “Haven’t tried it yet, but the guy at the next table looks like he’s having a religious experience. That’s a good sign, right?”

Everyone laughed, the tension of the day melting away as they settled into the evening.

“So, Kel. Spill about this role,” Cleo said, setting her glass of wine down and fixing him with an expectant look.

Kelvin chuckled, shaking his head. “I knew this was coming. You’re not going to let me enjoy my appetizer first?”

“Nope,” Cleo replied smoothly. “If it’s got you this distracted, it must be good. Out with it.”

Simone leaned back with an amused smile, sipping her drink. “Told you she’d grill you,” she said softly, just loud enough for Kelvin to hear.

“Alright, alright,” Kelvin relented, placing his napkin on the table. “It’s this biopic about a legendary jazz musician. They’re bringing in a big-name director, and the script is incredible. But…”

“But?” Cleo prompted, narrowing her eyes slightly.

“It’s a lot,” Kelvin admitted, his voice more serious now. “The role requires a ton of prep—learning new instruments, mastering the artist’s style, and just…digging into his life. There’s a lot of pressure to get it right.”

Aaron, who had been quietly cutting into his steak, looked up and nodded. “Sounds like a challenge, but it’s the kind of challenge that pushes you, right?”

“Exactly,” Kelvin said, grateful for the understanding. “It’s just one of those projects where I know if I take it on, I have to go all in.”

Cleo studied him for a moment, then gave a small nod. “If anyone can do it, it’s you. But you already know that, don’t you?”

Kelvin smiled, the encouragement bolstering his confidence. “Thanks, Cleo. I needed to hear that.”

“You’ve got this, Kel,” Simone chimed in, reaching for his hand under the table.

“Now,” Cleo said, leaning back with a smirk. “What’s the name of this jazz musician? Or do I need to start guessing?”

Kelvin laughed. “I can’t say yet—NDA and all that. But I’ll tell you this much, it’s someone who changed the game.”

Aaron grinned. “Well, we’ll be the first ones in line for the premiere. Just make sure we get a private screening before then.”

“You got it,” Kelvin said, relaxing into his seat as the conversation shifted to lighter topics.

-

When they got home, Simone kicked off her heels at the door and began unbuttoning her blouse as she walked through the house. The warm glow of their living room lights reflected off her skin, and her laughter echoed faintly as she recounted a joke Aaron had made during dinner.

“Sim, you’re really just leaving a trail of clothes, huh?” Kelvin teased, picking up her blazer from the back of the couch where she’d draped it.

Simone turned around, now unbuttoning her jeans, and flashed him a playful grin. “You’re always complaining about how I take forever to get ready. This is efficiency.”

Kelvin shook his head, chuckling as he followed her, the blazer in one hand and her discarded blouse in the other. “Efficiency would be putting them in the laundry basket, not decorating the house with them.”

Simone disappeared into their bedroom, her voice trailing behind her. “If it bothers you so much, you know where the basket is.”

He laughed, setting the clothes down on a chair before leaning against the doorway to their bedroom. Simone stood by the dresser in her underwear, pulling out one of his oversized shirts. She slipped it over her head, letting it fall loosely around her frame.

Kelvin crossed his arms, watching her with a soft smile. “You know, you don’t have to leave a trail for me to follow. I’d find my way to you anyway.”

Simone looked over her shoulder, her playful smirk softening into something more tender. “Good to know, Kel. But maybe the trail’s for me. Makes the house feel like home.”

He stepped closer, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder. “Home is wherever you are, Sim.”

She turned in his arms, looping hers around his neck. “Good answer. Now, are you going to help me clean up my trail, or are we just going to stand here being cheesy?”

Kelvin laughed, leaning down to kiss her. “Cheesy first. Then I’ll clean up.”

Soon his lips moved to her neck, pressing soft, deliberate kisses against her skin. Simone’s breath hitched slightly, her hands sliding down to rest on his chest.

“Tomorrow,” Kelvin murmured between kisses, his voice low and teasing, “is our lazy day. And you know what that means.”

“Lazy sex day,” she finished for him, her lips curving into a knowing smile as her fingers trailed along his collarbone.

Kelvin chuckled against her neck, his hands settling on her hips and pulling her closer. “Exactly. No alarms, no responsibilities, just us and all the time in the world.”

Simone tilted her head slightly, giving him better access as her smile deepened. “And how lazy are we talking? Because I’m pretty sure you don’t know how to pace yourself.”

Kelvin pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, his grin equal parts mischievous and affectionate. “Oh, I’ll pace myself. But don’t expect me to stick to one round.”

She laughed, rolling her eyes. “Kel, you’re ridiculous. But I guess that’s why I love you.”

“Guess?” he echoed, feigning offense as he scooped her up and carried her to the bed. “Let me remind you why there’s no guessing about it.”

Simone laughed again, the sound filling the room as he laid her down gently, their lazy day plans starting a little early.

“We better have shower sex sometime tomorrow,” Simone said, her voice light but laced with a playful edge as she lay beneath him, running her fingers through his hair.

Kelvin smirked, leaning down until his lips brushed hers. “Oh, that’s a guarantee. But are you sure you’ll have the energy for it after I’m done with you tonight?”

Simone arched an eyebrow, her smile turning into a challenging grin. “Kel, please. You act like I don’t know how to keep up with you.”

Kelvin laughed softly, the sound vibrating against her skin as he nuzzled her neck. “Fair enough. Shower sex it is, but don’t blame me if we run out of hot water.”

“I’ll take that risk,” she said with a mock-serious tone, pulling him closer. “Just make sure you bring your A-game.”

“Oh, babe,” Kelvin murmured against her lips, his voice full of promise. “You know I always do.”

-

The next morning she awakes before Kelvin. Simone smiled as she straddled Kelvin, her movements slow and deliberate as she settled on top of him. The weight of the moment, the quiet of the morning, and the warmth between them felt perfect. She locked eyes with him, her lips curling into a teasing grin.

“Ready for that lazy day?” she asked, her voice low and sultry, her hands sliding over his chest.

Kelvin’s hands instinctively moved to her hips, guiding her movements as he let out a quiet laugh. “You’re not wasting any time, huh?”

Simone leaned down, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, “You don’t need time when you’re with me.”

Her words sent a rush through him, and before he could respond, she kissed him deeply, pulling him into the moment. It was easy to lose themselves in each other, the world outside forgotten as they enjoyed their slow, intimate start to the day.

He smiled against her lips, his hands sliding up her back as he pulled her closer. “That’s right,” he murmured, his voice warm and full of promise. “Lazy sex day.”

Simone’s smile deepened, a spark of excitement flashing in her eyes as she rolled her hips ever so slightly. “Exactly,” she breathed, teasing him with the lightest touch of her fingers on his chest. “We’ve got all day.”

Kelvin’s smile widened, his hands moving to her waist, guiding her movements as he took in the moment. “All day,” he repeated, before leaning in to kiss her again, his lips gentle yet eager as he gave in to the rhythm they’d set.

A few hours later, Simone slowly stirred from her sex-induced nap, the soft light filtering through the curtains as she stretched out, her body still feeling the pleasant aftermath of their earlier indulgence. Her head rested against the pillow, and for a moment, she just let herself bask in the comfortable silence.

Kelvin was beside her, his breathing steady as he lay next to her, a satisfied smile still on his face even in his sleep. Simone couldn’t help but smile too, her fingers tracing the lines of his arm as she thought about how effortless everything felt between them.

She glanced over at the clock, realizing they’d lost track of time. It was late afternoon, and the rest of the world had clearly moved on without them. With a quiet laugh, she ran a hand through her hair, leaning in to kiss his cheek before she slipped out of bed, trying not to disturb him.

Simone stood by the window for a moment, enjoying the tranquility of the moment, before turning back to look at him. “Lazy sex day indeed,” she murmured to herself, her smile softening as she considered how perfect it had been.

-

Simone quietly slipped out of bed, making sure not to wake Kelvin, who was still peacefully resting. She walked into the kitchen, the familiar space bringing a sense of calm and routine after their spontaneous afternoon.

She moved around the kitchen with ease, gathering ingredients for dinner. It was nothing fancy—just something comforting and simple to end their lazy day. A quick pasta dish with a creamy sauce, some garlic bread, and a fresh salad to balance it out. She hummed softly to herself as she worked, the gentle rhythm of chopping, stirring, and setting the table grounding her in the present moment.

As she tossed the pasta into boiling water, she glanced back at the bedroom door, wondering how long it would be before Kelvin woke up. She smiled to herself, thinking about how nice it was to have days like this—uninterrupted, slow, and entirely their own.

The smell of garlic and herbs filled the kitchen as she prepared the meal, and soon enough, the comforting sounds of sizzling filled the air. She worked with a sense of ease, enjoying the solitude for a moment before the inevitable return to their busy lives.

Soon, Simone heard the soft sound of Kelvin’s footsteps approaching the kitchen. She turned her head just in time to see him leaning against the doorframe, a relaxed but sleepy smile on his face. His hair was tousled, and his shirt was slightly wrinkled, but he still managed to look effortlessly attractive.

“Smells amazing in here,” he said, his voice low and husky, still carrying the remnants of sleep. He crossed the room and wrapped his arms around her from behind, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder.

Simone leaned back into him, a smile tugging at her lips. “I figured we should at least have dinner before we completely ruin the rest of the night.”

Kelvin chuckled, his chin resting on her shoulder as he watched her work. “I’ll be honest, I was thinking more along the lines of dessert after everything that’s happened today.” His hands slid down her waist, drawing her a little closer.

Simone shook her head with a laugh, her hands still stirring the sauce. “Well, if you’re patient, you’ll get both. But dinner first.”

Kelvin nuzzled her neck, pressing a lingering kiss there. “Guess I can wait. But only because I’m getting lucky twice in one day.”

She turned her head slightly, her lips brushing against his as she gave him a playful look. “You are, but only if you help me set the table.”

“Deal,” he agreed with a grin, reaching for a nearby dish towel to dry his hands, already planning to make up for lost time later.

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From Somewhere in a Song chapter four, posting tomorrow :)

TK’s lucky. He met people in rehab whose families didn’t want anything to do with them anymore, who’d been fired from jobs they wouldn’t get back, who knew they’d have to cut off all their old friends because those were the people they drank or used with. TK came back to a dad who was happy to see him, to fans who still wanted to buy tickets to see him perform, to friends want to support his sobriety even if TK keeps insisting they don’t need to worry so much. He has money, he has resources, he has people who care about him and want him to succeed. He has so much more than so many people in his situation, and he feels like such an imposter every time he catches himself wallowing in self-pity.

And yet he’s still outside a bar in South Philly, leaning against a vibrating brick wall with throngs of people having the time of their lives on the other side of it and all TK can think is how much his life feels like a tightrope walk these days. One misstep or gust of wind and he would tumble down, and he can’t count on a bouncy nylon safety net always being there to catch him. He wanted so badly to be his old self, just without the substances. He wanted to keep being fun, the life of the party, the one who bought drinks for everyone else, the one people were happy to see when he walked into a room. It’s a gut-punch to admit that TK’s not sure he knows how to be that person anymore, without the pills and the booze, and to realize that means maybe it was never him all along.

“TK?”

Inhaling and looking up, TK feels crashed into by the sight of Carlos’s concerned face frowning down at him. TK hadn’t realized he’d slipped down to his backside on the ground until Carlos crouches, sitting back on his heels until he’s closer to eye level and reaching out a hand that he places on TK’s shoulder. It’s instantly warm even through TK’s jacket, and he immediately shrugs it off.

“No offense but you’re kind of the last person I wanna see right now,” TK grinds out, rubbing his hands over his eyes.

Carlos doesn’t reply, but he doesn’t leave, either.

“They prepare you for this in rehab, you know,” TK says, almost immediately ignoring what he’d just said. “I thought I was ready for it.”

He fumbles for purchase on the rough brick of the wall behind him, pushing himself vertical in a way that nearly knocks Carlos over onto his ass on the concrete. TK paces away, shaking his hands out in front of his body. Every inch of him feels like it’s vibrating. He can feel, without looking, that Carlos is still standing behind him, but TK doesn’t turn around. It’s the first time he’s acknowledged his storied past with Carlos in earshot. TK’s talked to his dad and his band and Billy, but he’s left it unspoken in front of the band travelling with them. He’s not so naïve, though, as to imagine they don’t know. He’s sure Carlos saw the headlines and the Tweets and all the very public hoopla.

To the empty alley, he laughs humorlessly and says, “They literally coach you on this, about avoiding places that might be triggering if you can but that ultimately you can’t orchestrate the world around you so that triggering things don’t exist. We worked on mantras and breathing exercises and making sure there are people you can call, if you’re not being stupid like me and making your friends go with you to a fucking nightclub.”

“Who should we call?” Carlos asks, his voice finally returning to the sticky night air around him.

TK turns. He sighs and shakes his head, tucking his hands into his pockets. “Nobody. You don’t need to stay out here with me, I’m fine.”

“You don’t seem fine,” Carlos argues, in a voice that’s far too gentle for TK’s liking.

“That’s not your problem.”

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Pas de Deux Chapter 12

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chapter summary: on the morning of the Gala, you were finding it harder than usual to shake off your nerves.

a/n: Happy New Year! Thank you for reading! I have a little something coming up this weekend (between chapters) for y'all for this fic. 👀Thank you @katareyoudrilling for being the best beta, as always!!

chapter tags/warnings: fluff, a teensy bit of angst, flirting, touching, pet names (sweetheart), hand-holding, feelings

Chapter 12

The week before the gala was so busy, it actually helped take your mind off the simmering tension between you and your partner. It was as busy as the week before a big performance always was, but it had the additional pressure of Karga’s obvious excitement. He dropped in and out of rehearsals more than usual and didn’t stop until Alexa told him it was putting everyone on edge.

It distracted you enough to put some distance between you and the memory of Din kissing you. Enough distance for you to wonder what, exactly, Din had meant by “this” when he said he wanted it. 

Does he want the same things I do? What do I want? You knew you wanted him. And you knew you didn’t just want him once.

Whatever connection you’d slowly and carefully built between you, brick by brick, you knew it was something more than that. 

The question occupied you through your rehearsals that week, all the way through your final rehearsal with Kuiil in the studio on Wednesday. On Thursday you would begin rehearsals in the theater with the full orchestra.

At the end of your final rehearsal with Kuiil, he came to stand between you in the center of the room. You could see on his face that he was more than satisfied – he was happy with what you’d created in this room together.

“Both of you know that I am proud of you. You have created something special, between the two of you. Something that will surprise and delight and awaken the audience through your performance. I cannot wait for your fellow dancers to see it, and then to see it on stage.” He looked at Din and smiled. “You have truly grown, Din. In this role and as a dancer. I can see you finding yourself, not who you were told to be. Finding something new.” Din nodded, ducking his head and smiling. You grinned. “And you, my dear. You have been given bigger roles this year because you deserve them. You have surpassed them. This pas de deux is only a success because of you.” He looked back at Din. “Both of you.”

You felt your face burn and wished you could step closer to Din, or hold his hand. You stayed where you were.

“Remember to trust each other. To rely on each other. Dance as you have this week and you will simply fly across the stage.” He nodded once more and turned to leave. “Now, get some rest before tomorrow. We will meet early to block it on stage.”

Kuiil stepped out and you turned to find Din already looking at you. He was smiling. “He’s right, you know. This only works because of you.”

You shook your head. “This is a pas de deux, Din. A dance for two people.”

He laughed and stepped towards you. He reached for your hand and laced your fingers together. “It is. But I never would have been able to do it with someone else.” His gaze was dark and sure as he met your eyes. “I could only do this with you. I trust you. And you…” he trailed off and squeezed your hand. “You see me.”

You reached for his other hand and smiled. “You let me see you,” you countered, and he sighed. 

He leaned forward and murmured in your ear, “let me say nice things about you, sweetheart.”

You shivered. Sweetheart. That was new. You liked it. He pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek before stepping back and releasing your hands. “Also. I wanted to tell you… for Saturday.”

You nodded. Saturday was the night of the Gala. “Saturday?”

Din looked suddenly nervous, tapping the fingers of one hand against his leg. “Grogu is going to stay with Peli. After the show.”

You blinked, and then you grinned. “You mean…”

He nodded, smiling back with more confidence when he saw your reaction. “Would you, um. Would you like to–”

“Yes,” you said, not even letting him finish. He smiled so wide his eyes crinkled. 

“Good.”

For a moment you just smiled at each other, but then he stepped away. “I should go, before I’m tempted to hold your hand again.”

You laughed. “Get out of here, Din Djarin. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow,” he promised, and stepped out of the door.

…

On Thursday, pre-dress rehearsal, with the orchestra but without costumes, went just fine. Everyone was excited to see the pas de deux and their excitement was infectious, affecting you and Din and your performance. Their cheers from backstage made you laugh as you took your bow to the empty theater. 

On Friday, before dress rehearsal, you tugged Din into a corner when you saw his face go a bit expressionless after he put on his costume. 

“Hey,” you whispered, taking his hand. “What are you thinking?”

He shook his head and smiled wryly. “The practices helped. But I feel…” He looked down at himself and you struggled not to follow his gaze. “Exposed.”

You nodded. “Well, it is just shorts.” He huffed a laugh and then looked surprised at himself. “Hey, it’s just you and me, right? Just look at me. It’s just us. No one else but me.”

His face turned serious as he met your eyes. “I’m always looking at you.”

You weren’t sure what your face did in response, but it made him smile again. You watched as his shoulders relaxed and you smiled back. The feeling that welled up inside of you at his words carried you through your performance.

After dress rehearsal, Adrian swept you up in a hug after the third movement, exclaiming how amazing it was and how much he loved it. You grinned at Din over his shoulder and saw some surprise on the faces of the dancers around you when he smiled widely back. A few of them stopped him with compliments and it warmed you, to see him more at ease. 

…

On Saturday, the day of the show, you woke up with unexpected nerves. 

It was normal for you to feel a bit jittery before a show, but usually morning class or a short rehearsal settled you. It didn’t seem to work that day, though. Maybe it was because Alexa took it easier on all of you that day, or maybe it was something else. Either way, you finished morning class just as full of nerves as when you’d arrived. You could tell Adrian had seen it, but for the first time, he wasn’t the one who noticed first.

You sat down to pull off your shoes and a familiar dark outline appeared to your right. Din sat down next to you and nudged you with his shoulder.

“Hey,” he said, voice low. “You alright?”

You nodded, eyes on your shoes. “I always get a little nervous before a show, but I just…” you trailed off, looking around the room. Almost everyone was gone and Adrian was not-so-subtly ushering the rest out. It made you smile. “I can’t seem to shake it today.”

He looked at you without replying for long enough that you turned to look at him. He looked thoughtful. 

“Come have lunch with me,” Din said.

You tilted your head. “Shouldn’t we–” 

“Kuiil said no rehearsal today. Just stay warm and stretch. So come have lunch with me, and we can mark it later to stay warm until call time.”

You nodded. “Ok. Lunch.”

Din stood first and extended his hand to lift you to your feet. You followed him out the door and down the hall and then, to your surprise, to the front door of the building. You stopped him just inside to put on your jacket and sweats, to keep your muscles warm. “Where are we going?”

He smiled at you over his shoulder. “I’d take you home, since my apartment is close by, but I don’t quite trust us there yet.” He winked – winked – and you laughed. You felt a little bit of your tension ease. “There’s a place around the corner that I like.” 

You figured he meant the diner, and smiled when you saw you were right. “I like this place, too.”

Soon enough you were seated and facing each other in a small booth in the back corner of the restaurant. 

“So,” he said after you put in your orders. “What’s different about today?”

You turned that question over, considering it slowly. “I think…” you fiddled with your straw. “I’ve been thinking about what Kuiil said. About me taking on bigger roles. I’ve been trying not to analyze it too much, and what it could mean. But Adrian has been telling me all year they’d promote me next year, and I just don’t want to get my hopes up for it.” You glanced up at him and saw he was listening with a small frown on his face. “I don’t want to put that pressure on our performance tonight but I can’t seem to shake it.”

He considered you for a moment before reaching out and covering your hand with his, stilling your movements. 

“You know,” he said, and the warmth in his tone caught your attention. “When we moved here, those first few days, I didn’t think this was going to work.” 

You blinked, surprised. “What?”

He shook his head. “It seemed… like a bad fit. I was pretty sure I’d made the wrong decision. Worried I’d have to go crawling back to Concordia, or somewhere else.”

You thought back to those first few days, when he’d been around but hadn’t yet joined your classes. What had he been doing? Talking to Karga, maybe Kuiil? You thought back to his expressionless mask that he hadn’t dropped even for a moment for weeks and something clenched in your chest, imagining how unhappy he’d been. How lonely he must have felt. And no one had known. You flipped your hand and laced your fingers together with his.

“What changed?”

The corner of Din’s mouth lifted in a smile. “I saw you.”

“What? Where?”

His smile grew at your obvious shock. “In class, that first day. I was… overwhelmed, to put it mildly. I was trying to focus on doing my best, on making the best of everything, but I couldn’t stop looking at you.”

“I…” you thought back to that first day, when everyone had been watching him from across the room. “Me?”

He shook his head and huffed a laugh. “Yes, you. You’re beautiful, you know. And your dancing…” He closed his eyes, and you watched as he obviously pictured you dancing. Your mouth dropped open. “I told you why I left. What I wanted, and what CBC didn’t. It all came to a head earlier this year, when they cast me in Don Quixote and then took it away when they didn’t like my performance. I’m not sure that ever got out. That’s why I left so suddenly. Well, it was that, and it was because of Grogu.”

You blinked, surprised. “Grogu? Why?”

Din sighed. “I adopted him last year. They didn’t… they don’t approve of anything that takes your attention away from ballet. Even kids.”

“What?” you were shocked. Karga would never do that. “So no one has families?”

He shook his head. “Sort of. People do, and there’s the school with kids studying ballet, which is important to them. But for the company you have to prove that it won’t ‘distract’ you. And I wanted to spend too much time with him, according to them.”

You frowned, but he smiled. “Anyway. I knew I had to leave in the moment, but by the time I got here I was sure I’d fucked everything up. And then… there you were, doing everything the way I only dreamed was possible, after Kuiil told me there was more out there for me.” He opened his eyes again and when his gaze met yours you suddenly felt like you were flying. “You have the technique and the artistry. The feeling. I wanted to dance like that.”

Your mouth dropped open. “Just from that first class?”

He reached forward and grabbed your other hand. He brought both up to his mouth and kissed your knuckles. “Yes, but then I watched you perform, and then we danced together, and even when it wasn’t working I was so happy to have found you. I couldn’t have done any of this without you.”

You felt your face start to burn and wished you could hide it in your hands, but he was still holding them, and you didn’t want to let go. “Din–”

“You know what I think about this – they should have promoted you already. But don’t think about that today. It’s just you and me, right?” He echoed your words from before dress rehearsal and squeezed your hands. “It’s just the two of us out there. And all we have to do is be there for each other.”

“Just us,” you repeated. You took a deep breath and smiled. You felt your shoulders drop and the tightness in your chest ease. “How did you know just what to say?”

He winked at you again. “I learned it from you.”

“Ok. It’s just us. We can do this. We know we can do this.” 

He nodded, agreeing. “Good.”

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a/n: next week -- the Gala! keep an eye out this weekend for something special. 👀

Dress rehearsal/etc.: I've mentioned this before, I think, but in the week before a show with live musicians, you'd have at least one or two practices with them before the show most of the time. So they have one practice without costumes and one with (dress rehearsal). A lot of companies would do morning class in the theater on those days but in my head NBT is literally next door to the theater, if not on the same block. So they have morning class on Saturday and then a few hours before they have to be at the theater for call time.

For a piece like this it's possible some of the other dancers would have seen it, but Din has been so nervous, I decided he would probably not have wanted any guests in their rehearsals.

I'll touch on this more next week, but again for a piece like this, it's not uncommon for two dancers to need to get into a headspace for the performance that is just about the two of them. So others would not necessarily be surprised at them mostly talking to each other the day of the show.

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Cheer up

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where Liam makes sure the reader doesn't spend NYE alone and sick

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The knock at the door wasn’t just unexpected—it was downright odd. You frowned, tugging your blanket tighter around yourself as you shuffled to answer it. You weren’t expecting anyone, and definitely not on New Year’s Eve. Everyone else had plans that didn’t involve sitting at home nursing a rubbish cold.

When you cracked the door open, there he was, Liam standing on your doorstep with a plastic shopping bag dangling from one hand. His grin was as cheeky as ever, and he looked quite lively, even in the bitter cold.

“Alright, love?” he said casually, like this was a completely normal thing to do.

“Liam?” you blinked, utterly baffled. “What the hell are you doing here? I told you I wasn’t coming tonight—I’m sick, remember? And shouldn’t you be at the party? Pretty sure that’s more your thing than… this.”

He didn’t wait for an invite, just strolled in like he owned the place, plonking the bag onto your counter. “Yeah, yeah, heard all that,” he said, rooting around in the bag. “But I figured you might cheer up when you see this.”

With a flourish, he pulled out a bottle of wine, holding it up like a trophy.

You stared at him, unimpressed. “You brought wine? Liam, I’ve been sneezing me head off all day, and you want me to drink wine?”

“Exactly,” he said, completely serious. “Kills the germs, don’t it? Wine’s medicinal.”

You snorted, despite yourself. “I’m pretty sure that’s not how it works.”

“Course it is,” he shot back, leaning on the counter with that insufferable smirk that always made it hard to stay annoyed at him. “Besides, I didn’t come here to drag you out. Just wanted to check on you, make sure you weren’t sat here wallowin’ or summat.”

You folded your arms, though the warmth in your chest was harder to ignore now. “So, what? You decided to ditch a perfectly good party to babysit me?”

“Babysit?” he echoed, mock offended. “Don’t flatter yourself. I’m just makin’ sure you’re alright, that’s all. You know I can’t leave you hangin’ love.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t fight the small smile creeping onto your face. “You’re ridiculous. Fine, stay in here. But if you catch this cough and start whingin’ tomorrow, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“Deal,” he said, already kicking off his boots and making himself at home on your couch.

A little while later, you were both settled in. The wine was open, glasses poured, and somehow, the mood had shifted into something easy and light. Liam had a way of doing that—making you forget yourself, forget the rubbish day you’d had, just by being his usual self. He was full of stories tonight, half of them ridiculous, the other half even more ridiculous. You found yourself laughing, your cheeks hurting from it, and for the first time all day, you felt properly warm.

“Thanks for this, by the way,” you said, swirling the wine in your glass. “For coming over, I mean. Sorry if I’ve ruined your night, though.”

“Ruin it?” he said, eyebrows raised. “Are you daft? This is bang on, this. Couldn’t think of a better way to spend it, to be honest.”

You looked at him, taken aback by how genuine he sounded. For all his attitude, there were moments like this when Liam’s softer side slipped through, catching you completely off guard.

“Oi,” he said suddenly, breaking the silence and jolting you out of your thoughts. “You know there’s only twenty minutes left till midnight, right? If we’re watchin’ them fireworks, you’d better get your arse in gear. Can’t have you standin’ out there in a blanket, can we?”

You blinked, momentarily thrown by the change in topic. “Wait, you actually want to go outside? In the cold?”

He grinned, already grabbing his coat. “Damn right I do. Fireworks aren’t gonna watch themselves, are they? Now, get a move on, woman, or we’ll miss the lot.”

His grin was infectious, and despite everything you couldn’t help but laugh. “Alright, alright, I’m going,” you said, tossing the blanket aside and grabbing your jacket.

Once you were bundled up, Liam gave you a quick once-over, frowning. “Oi, where’s your scarf?”

You waved him off. “It’s fine, Liam. We’re just stepping out for a bit. I’ll survive.”

“Nah, nah,” he said, already unwrapping his own from around his neck. “No way you’re goin’ out there without one. You’re already ill—you’ll end up worse, and I’ll be stuck listenin’ to you complain for a week.”

“I wouldn’t—”

“Shut it,” he interrupted, stepping closer and looping the scarf around your neck. His hands lingered a little too long while adjusting the fabric, his knuckles brushing against your skin.

“There,” he murmured, stepping back slightly but still close enough to look into your eyes. His expression softened, his gaze searching yours as if he’d only just realized how close you were.

You couldn’t help it—your cheeks flushed, the moment growing heavier. The air between you shifted, and before you knew it, his eyes flicked down to your lips. His touch still lingered on the scarf, and your breath hitched, wondering if he was about to close the distance.

Then, suddenly, a loud bang cut through the silence, a firework going off prematurely somewhere in the neighborhood. You both jolted apart, startled, the tension dissolving as you laughed nervously.

“Bloody knobheads, settin’ ‘em off early,” Liam muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Yeah,” you agreed, not trusting yourself to say more. Without addressing what had almost happened, you opened the door and led the way outside.

You both found a bench in the garden with a clear view of the skyline. Liam pulled out a pack of cigarettes, tapping one out and holding it up in offering.

“Fancy one?” he asked.

You hesitated a second before taking it. “Why not? New Year’s Eve, after all.”

He lit his with a practiced flick of his lighter, inhaling deeply before leaning toward you. You brought your cigarette to meet his, the glowing tips touching as he helped you light it. For a brief moment, your eyes locked again, his face illuminated by the ember’s soft glow.

This time, it was harder to look away, but you forced yourself to lean back and take a drag, exhaling slowly into the cold night air. The silence between you felt companionable, as you both smoked and stared out at the lively city.

After a moment, you turned toward him, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug.

“Sorry,” you murmured against his shoulder, “for being such a broken record about this. But thank you, Liam. Really. You have no idea how much this means to me. You mean so much to me.”

When you pulled back, his face was flushed, his expression uncharacteristically shy. “It’s no problem,” he said, his voice quieter than usual. “Like I said, I'd always choose you over some daft party I can throw any week.”

The words made your heart stutter, but before you could reply, he shifted slightly, meeting your eyes.

“You know I will, right?” he said, his voice steadier now. “Always choose you, no matter what. I’ve always cared about you, more than I probably should’ve as a friend.” He paused, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t want this to sound too clichè or whatever, but… you’re the one person I’d drop everything for. Always have been.”

You stared at him, a wide, disbelieving smile spreading across your face as his words sank in.

“God, you idiot,” you said softly, shaking your head in wonder.

He opened his mouth to reply, but the sound of fireworks starting to explode in the distance made you both glance toward the skyline.

The colors lit up the sky, and without thinking, you turned back to him, grabbing his jacket and pulling him close. Before he could say anything else, you pressed your lips to his in a kiss so full of passion and relief it made your head spin.

The fireworks grew louder, the explosions echoing across the city, but all you could focus on was him—his warmth, his hands on your waist, the way he kissed you back like it was the only thing he wanted in the world.

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I hope it's good enough for all of you loves

cutesy request curtesy of @avxoxo1 I hope you enjoy it x

and, sorry if it’s a bit shite this time, but swear down that New Year’s bender proper did me in. Promise I’ll be back to rights and writin’ better stuff tomorrow, me loves xx

sorry again x

[wolvesofinnistrad]

Buck is so fucking tired. Its been months, months trapped in this godforsaken day.

Hes tried everything to get out, he tried making up with his exes (except Tommy), hes tried talking to everyone he knows (except Tommy), hes even tried many implausible and at times downright stupid things (only half of those were based on ideas from Chimney and Eddie.)

Today was a break day. Hed needed a few to recover after his last attempt. At least the airtime had been nice for a few seconds before the pain cut straight to the next day. No strategizing either, not that he was getting much of anywhere since he had to remind whoever he was with that day, (usually Eddie, sometimes Hen or Chim, occassionally Maddie, rarely anyone else after the first few times) of every scheme hed already tried.

No today he was doing the only mildly interesting part of this living prison, exploring the city. He'd found a new farmer's market, went to the beach, and now he was stopping to get coffee.

As he exited the building he ran directly into someone, spilling his coffee all over himself. The burn honestly didnt much phase him anymore. Not after day 87 anyway. Still.

"Dang, watch it man," he said, none of the usual fawning apologies he'd have given before the loop.

"No it was my... fault," came a voice he knew so well yet hadnt heard in almsot a year now.

Well, for him almsot a year, for Tommy Kinnard standing in front of him it was only like 2 months.

"Oh this is fucking great," he said to himself before pulling out his phone. "Hildy make a not not to come here next loop I'm not doing this again," he said as he turned and started to walk away.

Then a hand grabbed his wrist and tugged, he tried to wrench his arm away but Tommy was just as strong as he was.

"Evan, what did you just say?"

Buck shook himself loose after another jolt of his arm before looking at Tommy. It still hurt, fuck it did, but he had worse things to deal with. "Don't worry about it Tommy. You don't ever have to worry about me again, you made that clear." Again hes about to turn away when Tommy calls out to him.

"Are you in a time loop?"

That was a new record. Chim had been the fastest to ever get it at 2 hours. Slowly he turned around, despite his better judgment.

"Considering you won't rmemeber this tomorrow, and we wont see each other, yes Tommy Ive been stuck in a time loop for months now. Its getting pretty fucking old actually." Despite the fact he was definitely being a bit bitchy, Tommys face was doing some confusing journey between surprise, relief and then happiness. By the time he stopped talking the man seemed to be vibrating before he pounced, hugging Buck so hard he thought he might crack a rib.

As much as Buck might have missed this, he was pretty fucking confused. "To-mmy..."

Tommy let go, pulling back and laughing a bit hysterically. "Evan," oh, his name sounded so good on Tommys tongue how had he forgotten "i thought i was going crazy."

"What?"

Tommy shook his head. "I mean, i didnt believe it at first. Obviously you know my skepticism, even after the Billy Boils thing." Tommy gave him a softer smile then. "But after a while, and a few different trips to the hospital it became clear there wasnt anything physically wrong with me, which meant either i was crazy, or, well, I was stuck in a time loop."

Buck stood there staring at the man he'd once been on the cusp of loving, of spending forever with, and realized they were both stuck, potentially forever, in a single day.

"I cant believe this... have you met anyone else thats on the loop?"

Tommy shook his head again, glancing around before motioning for them to take a seat outside the cafe. He grabbed some napkins, giving them to Buck to wipe at his stained shirt.

"No. Ive talked to a few people, Lucy, Sal, even Howie a few different times but never even considered someone else might be stuck too."

Buck dabbed at his shirt with little actual concern. He was more focused on this trippy development. "And youve tried to get out?"

"Oh boy, yes, tried doing everything right, doing nothing, tried talking to my dad even, that was a big mistake." His head tilted to the side in that way Buck remembered fondly, when Tommy was trying to dodge the severity of something he didnt want to admit hurt. "Heck I even called Abby thinking maybe i needed to apologize or something but... nothing." He held out his empty hands and shrugged.

Buck couldnt help what came out next. "Didnt call to apologize to me. And Id know, considering im also in the loop."

Tommy didnt say anything for a long moment until. "I thought about it. So many times. Talked myself out of it. Didnt think it was right to only contact you to try to free myself."

"Self sacrificing idiot," Buck said, tossing a balled up napkin at his chest.

"Guilty as charged."

That admission actually made Buck smile for the first time. "Dang, only took you a full blown time loop to admit it huh?"

Tommy laughed. "Groundhog day hell has humbled me I guessm"

Buck quirked an eyebrow. "What does any of this have to do with a holiday about a rodent predicting the weather?"

Tommy looked surprised, the expression soon melting into a sort of shocked amusement. "Ill explain it to you later. Looks like we've got the time. A lot of it actually."

"Yeah, I guess we do." Buck looked at him, and it still hurt, but there was camaraderie there, stuck in the same situation with only one person that understood. For the first time since the breakup he felt like things were starting to make sense again. And maybe, just maybe, if they could find a way to move past this day... well maybe they could find a way to move past their own problems too.

[dc-gotham-instincts-wild]

Guys I don't know what to name this fic so gimme ideas and I'll change the title

Summary: At one point when everyone is at Jason's apartment for no reason, Jason, Cass, and Dick are faced with the challenge of getting their younger siblings to sleep (Bruce promised them money) while Bruce is away on a case.

Notes:

I don't ship any of the Batkids, they're all siblings to me.

In my mind, Dick is the oldest, Cassandra is about seven months older than Jason, Tim and Steph are about 4 months apart, Duke is about 2-4 years younger than them, and Damian is obviously the youngest.

Dick, Cass, and Jason form the older trio, Tim and Steph are the middle, Duke and Dami are the youngest, but it's basically oldest three vs youngest four.

Yes Bruce has/did have legal custody of all seven. Tim? he stole it. Was pretty easy for him too.

The next door neighbor part is because..... I didn't exactly know how to start it so i started it that way.

THE ENDING WAS INSPIRED BY THIS FIC, SO UHHH CREDIT FOR THAT PART GOES TO THEM!

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The Batkids all basically lived at Wayne Manor, but Dick, Cass, and Jason, being the oldest three, and the legal adults, all had their own apartments that they did use, just they liked breaking back into WM because it was more home than their apartments.

But every now and then the whole gang just kind of.... went and rolled down to any of the apartments, chilled, fooled around, watched something, even stayed the night etc, etc. 

Case in point, once when Bruce was off on a larger case, but Tim, Steph, Duke, and Damian had school the next day and Cass had a broken arm, so he left Jason, Dick, and Cass in charge and for no reason they kind of just rolled over to Jason's. 

-

The next door neighbor, Owen, knocked on the door, wanting to know about the sudden influx of noise. He didn't mind, he was just curious. 

Jason opened the door, looking a bit tired, his hair messy and a bit sweaty, but there was a spark in his greenish-blue eyes that Owen hadn't seen before in their earlier interactions. 

"...What?" The young man asked. Owen hesitated, hearing voices from behind his strange neighbor.

"Just, uh, heard more noise than usual and got curious. Not annoyed, just curious."

Jason blinked, then seemed to realize.  "Oh, that's just my siblings. They're over." Owen blinked in surprise. "You- you have siblings?"

"Yeah, there's seven of us!" Yelled a girl's voice behind Jason.  "Adopted!" Added a young male voice. 

Jason rolled his eyes, though a hint of fondness was there in his eyes.

"Yeah. Me and my older bro and sis are the oldest three, so as thus-"

"We are left in charge while Dad is away." finished another young man, appearing behind Jason. He seemed to be a bit older than his brother. "I'm Dick. Oldest of seven insane siblings. Jay here is the third oldest."

Jason rolled his eyes. "Yeah. Our sister Cass is between us. Anyway, sorry about the noise, we're trying to wrangle the little ones to bed since they have school tomorrow and Dad ain't here. We're here at my apartment instead of the main house for no reason other than pure randomness."

Owen blinked. Looking over The twos' shoulders he could see two girls, one seeming between Dick and Jason in age, the other somewhere in high school, plus three boys, one the same age as the younger girl, the other two younger than that but still apart. 

"It's fine," He decided. "Hope they sleep though." He added with a wry grin.

Jason actually laughed. "Yeah, Dad promised us money if we manage to get them to bed, so..."

Dick grinned. "Yup!" He turned around to the room. "So you four better get to bed real fast!"

Owen nodded and grinned as the door closed. 

It was nice to know his neighbor had a good family.

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Jason turned around to his younger siblings. "You heard Dick, hit the hay!"

Steph rolled her eyes. "Do we have to?"  Cass tapped her sister on the shoulder and silently pointed to one of the other extra rooms.  'Go,' her eyes said. Cass was like that. Her siblings didn't even need her to sign to understand. Just her presence was enough.

"Steph....." Dick warned. "School is next morning, sis." Steph sighed and finally slipped off to bed. 

Next was Damian. 

"Demon Brat, you heard us. You have school tomorrow and besides, it's almost past your bedtime, little one." "I am too old for such restrictions." Damian answered stubbornly, crossing his arms.

Jason sighed, running a hand through his hair. 

"Damian...... You do know that I'm saying this on Bruce's orders, right?"

A stubborn glare.

Dick tried. "Hey Dami, if you don't go to bed then you'll be tired during school. Me and Jason can manage patrol and like Jay said, you usually go to bed on this time when you're not on patrol. You want me to call Alfred?" 

That worked. Damian sighed, and went into one of the extra rooms, grumbling. 

Alfred card always worked.

Jason slipped over to the table where Duke was hunched over his math book. "You done with your homework, bro?"

Duke sighed. "Nope. I literally can't get this last one."

Jason looked at the problem and sighed. "Lemme guess- Ms. Rue is the teacher for your math class. Duke blinked at him in surprise. 

"Yeah, how'd you know?"

Jason smirked. "Oh, I had her. She's infamous for being the worst teacher ever." 

Duke groaned. "Tell me about It!"

Jason grabbed the pencil and started telling him how to do it properly. 

Meanwhile Dick had wrangled Tim off the couch and was gently guiding him to another room with an arm slung across his shoulders. It had taken Tim trying to bolt and getting scruffed for that to happen. 

Dick managed to get the younger male to bed and smirked at Tim's glare. 

"Hey, it's not so bad, little brother. You have school tomorrow anyhow."

Tim groaned but reluctantly settled down and pulled the blanket over himself. Dick chuckled fondly and ran a hand through the younger one's hair. 

"Tell you what- you go to sleep right now and tomorrow after school I'll take you and the others to get some hot chocolate, deal?" 

Tim brightened at the prospect of that. "Okay!" 

Dick smiled and knelt to nuzzle him a bit before leaving. 

Meanwhile Jason had gotten Duke to bed, and made sure Damian hadn't tried escaping, while Cass cleaned up the living room. 

Jason sighed big and flopped down on the couch.  "Damn, why'd Dad put us in charge?"

Dick grinned and ruffled his hair, earning a halfhearted swat. "Probably 'cause we're the oldest." Cass rolled her eyes. 

After a bit Jason stood up and grabbed his leather jacket and his Red Hood helmet, while Dick went to a room to find his Nightwing suit. 

"You'll be fine watching the little ones?" Dick asked Cass, whose arm was broken. She nodded and pointed at the window. 

Red Hood and Nightwing clambered out, shot out their grapple lines, and went off on patrol. 

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Commissioner Gordon raised an eyebrow at the two near the end of patrol when they showed up on his roof with some of Penguin's henchmen tied up. 

"Just you two tonight?" He asked. Nightwing grinned.

"Batman has a larger case on some traffickers, it's a school night for Red Robin, Robin, Spoiler, and Signal, and Black Bat's arm was broken the other night so she's watching the little ones to make sure they don't sneak out."

"Yup, so it's just the two oldest sons tonight, Uncle Jim." Red Hood smirked. 

Gordon sighed, shaking his head as the two grappled off.  "Oh, they are the Bat's sons alright," He muttered.

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Bruce, finished up with his case, slipped into the Batcave and took off his cowl and all, slipping into a light grey T-shirt and pants with a black jacket (it was winter).

He knew from a text Dick had sent him that his brood was at Jason's apartment, so he got into his normal car and drove off after briefing Alfred. 

He found the apartment easily, unlocked the door (So, he had one of the keys to his son's apartment, sue him), and slipped inside.

It was dark and quiet. He checked each room, finding one or two of his kids fast asleep in each.

Dick was curled around Damian, Cass was asleep in the bed next to Steph's (Why did Jason's apartment have more than one two-bed room?), Duke had somehow gotten into the same room as Tim.

Finally he found Jason, conked out on his bed, looking relaxed and happy for once. 

"Oh," Bruce sighed. It was so long that he'd seen his son like this, ever since everything fell apart but somehow came back together again. He and Jason were working it out, gettin over the awkwardness and slowly healing their bond. 

“Dad?” Jason mumbled, fist rubbed harshly against his sleep-squinted eyes. 

Bruce ignored the ache that filled his chest at the word, knowing, relieved that his son was... okay. Not mad at him anymore, Here.

Safe. 

“Just me, Jaylad,” He sighed, and pulled the blanket over his third oldest. 

“The case?” Jason mumbled. His voice was deep, rough with sleep, but it was still Bruce’s kid, sleepy but safe, checking in with Bruce after every patrol. 

“Everything was fine,” Bruce whispered soothingly, reaching out to tuck the cowlick of white hair away from Jason’s eyes. He blinked at Bruce, eyes more blue than green. He didn’t push him away.

“You can go back to sleep,” Bruce told him softly. “It’s late, little one.”

And Jason, with the same tiredness as the rest of them, didn’t argue. His eyelids slowly closed, his body finally relaxing.

“Stay?” Jason murmured.

Bruce almost said 'maybe', almost turned to let the younger ones sleep in peace, worried he'd disturb his kids, but Jason’s hand reached out, found the knee of Bruce’s pants and clutched the fabric in a grip so reflexive and old and instinctual. 

And there was a question when he asked Bruce to stay, instead of knowledge that Bruce would do anything he needed, anything he wanted.

So Bruce gave in to what he wanted, sitting down and wrapping one arm around his son, hugging the younger male's head to his chest.

“I’ll stay,” Bruce heard himself say, exhaustion already entangling him. “Love you, kiddo.” Jason mumbled an agreement. 

Bruce ran a hand through Jason's hair and closed his eyes. 

[lovelaetter]

⠀— hii just wanted to come on here and share my thoughts on soojin because she's just so adorable☹️

thinking about how soojin & mean housemate!reader :(( poor girl always feels like she’s walking on eggshells when you’re around , doing her best to not piss you off ‘cause the last time she did that (accidentally breaking a glass cup or something), you ended up yelling at her like no tomorrow, raising your voice to the point she felt tears start to form in her eyes :(

but even though you scare her so bad she just can’t help but feel hot around your presence, it confuses her so bad because she doesn’t know whether or not she wants to scurry back into her room or just get on her knees in front of you😞

adding onto that; fuck girl!reader who brings girls over to their place every other day, it’s a nightmare for soojin since you don’t bother to muffle any noises that they make—the thin walls making it even harder for her to ignore what was happening since all she could hear is them moaning your name :( she wants to knock on your door, ask if you could tone it down a bit but she’s just too scared to—well, that and also the fact that it just gets her so wet!

babygirl feels so conflicted; she’s annoyed and restless, but at the same she’s so turned on, wondering what it’d be like to be in positions with those other girls—having you fuck her brains out until she’s a crying and blabbering mess ☹️

(this is such a mess but anyway— have a nice day!)

– 🦕

DUBCON (INTOXICATION)

it’s funny how i read something and go “hm, how can I make this worse?”… so hear me out: intoxication, drunk!soojin.

you are mean to her and you know that, obviously, but the fact that she put up with your shit does intrigues you and makes you so fucking interested in her somehow, like, this easy? pretty baby sticking around even with you mistreating her like that? there has to be something going on with her, she is the perfect plaything for you. and you want to fuck her, so bad, has to hold back from taking her by that delicate neck of hers so many times when she pisses you off, but you want her to beg, break down and cry for you to take her like you do to the girls you bring over, you want a reason to humiliate her just a little more, look in her pretty eyes and make her cry saying you didn’t know she was such a slut.

things getting a little out of control when you throw a party and your eyes find her, drinking and chatting with a few, an idea coming to your mind and in a blink she is under your arm, eyes shining looking at you and so confused and you’re being so… nice? and offering her a drink and another and another and another, until she is leaning completely onto you, movements sloppy, eyes heavy, warm breath against your neck and laughing at the way your hands run over her body, sliding under her top and feeling her tits.

poor baby, doesn’t complain even when you take her top off, only muttering a whiny “nooo” but not moving to hide herself. there’s a lot of people, not everyone sees, but some do throw you a few glances, i mean, everybody that knows you, knows your roommate, so seeing her in your arms drunk like that only in bra and pants? it’s something. your hand resting on her belly, just above the button of her jeans, whispering “you want me to fuck you here, in front of everyone?” and it’s as if she comes back to reality briefly, looking around, at you and shaking her head, lips wobbling and tears in her eyes as you laugh and call her a whore.

doesn’t matter, though, you want that pussy and you’re getting it, easily. taking her to your bedroom because despite everything you are not letting others be cruel to her, she is yours to hurt. i can see her repeating over and over that she is not a whore while you’re undoing her jeans, shutting up only when you grab her face forcefully to look at you and your other hand finds her slit. you could do nothing, just let your hand there, she would be a moaning mess, so loud, bucking her hips and getting your palm sticky.

you can do what you want with her body, all night. slurp on her puffy cunt until she creams all over your face, stuff her full and hold her down as she squirms and screams because it’s too much, mark her up, grab her by the hair and ride her face until you cum and more just to get her messy, it’s your call. and when she wakes up next morning with your taste in her mouth and her hole aching, ass red from your handprints, you asleep by her side, she doesn’t know if she screams, if she cries, if she wakes you up— but i don’t think she would complain that much if you decided to deal with her panic by tossing her around a little.

[jinxwuzhere]

random blurb I thought of for shadow that may be ooc but, I think it's cute :3

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ dancing with shadow

word count : 896

(f/d) - favorite design. like sequins or sparkles ✧

“come on, it wouldn’t hurt to ask!” sonic ushered you, pushing you to where shadow was sitting and whispering. he was right. kinda. “the worst he can say is no!” you turned to sonic with an unimpressed look as if to say, “really?”.

sonic pushed you a bit more and zoomed off, the sound alarming shadow to look up from the tv, him previously trying to ignore you since he was apparently so focused on Dexter. You shyly waved and plopped onto the couch, smiling like an idiot and playing with your fingers. “Hi..” You mumbled, he looked at you confused, but replied with a simple and stoic hey. “Would you possibly uh.. gotomyschooldancewithme?” You asked quickly, adverting his unwavering gaze. “dance?” “yeah!” “no.” your breath hitched, but you tried to not let him notice. you nodded and removed yourself from the living room immediately. you opened your room door to find sonic laying on your bed, feet propped up on the wall, reading your teen magazines. “sooo, how’d it go?” he asked curiously, looking up at you upside down.

you scratched the back of your neck, not wanting to remember or relive what just happened. “i’ll find another date..” “i could go!” sonic offered. “well you went with me last time..plus, i really like shadow, i want him to feel more like he’s one of us, you know? he never really wants to go anywhere with us, i thought it’d be nice.” “plus you like him.” the blue hedgehog cheekily smiled. “well, yeah, that too but, I just mainly wanted him to feel included.”

you huffed and hopped onto your bed next to sonic, choosing a dress you’d both pick up tomorrow. you chose a (f/c) dress with (f/d) and mostly everyone agreed that it would go well with you. well, except shadow of course. he was gone for most of the night. maddie and tom thought it’d be best to let him have some space, he probably felt suffocated she said.

maddie was excited to help you get ready for the dance again, she remembered what it was like and she wanted to recreate that feeling for her only daughter. you two laughed and joked while she helped you. once she finished your hair and makeup, you looked in the mirror. “wow..” you mumbled. “i just know you’ll be the life of the party. you always are,” she rubbed your back and kissed your head. “shadow is missing out bigtime.” “yeah..” i sighed. sonic, tails, and knuckles, met me at the front door. “uhm, hello?” “we just wanna ride with tom to take you there.” knuckles said, nudging and winking at sonic. you suspiciously nodded and smiled, “okay.” “I call shotgun!” sonic smirked and zoomed to the car, already making it in. you shrugged and made your way to the car, the cold breeze making you shiver, and as you stopped you looked at the moon for a second, really hoping that the black and red hedgehog would change his mind. tails gently grabbed your hand and led you to the car.

when it was time to leave, you hugged everyone, especially sonic since he helped choose the dress. “we should all watch a movie together after I come home, okay?” you smiled at your friends and tom. “i love you guys, i’ll be home before you know it.” you waved as tom drove off, sonic yelling something incoherent and you laughed. your friends all ran up to you, gawking at your look. “you look amazing y/n/n!”

maddie and tom assisted shadow with the suit and the rose red boutonniere. “i’m so glad you changed your mind, y/n is gonna be so happy!” shadow softly smiled and mumbled, “i hope so.” she quickly handed him the red corsage in a cute little box. “this is for y/n, alright?” he nodded and said a quick thank you before tom lead him to the limo. tom paid the driver and off he went.

you were dancing and laughing with your friends when shadow found you. he usually hated being in overcrowded settings, but if it was for you, he’d tolerate it. when you sat back down he was in the seat beside you, looking at the decorations and care the staff put into the dance. “it’s really beautiful.” shadow said, looking at everything before turning his attention to you. “i’m sorry i turned you down before it’s just..” he trailed off, not wanting to say how he really felt because he didn’t want to ruin anything. “i feel weird when i’m around you and i don’t know if that’s good or bad. i can’t speak to sonic about it because he’ll tease me. really, anyone in that house would tease me.” he sighed. a slow song started to play as soon as his sentence ended.

you felt a bit bolder now that you know for sure he felt the same, you got up, holding out a hand. “dance with me..?” you asked, cheeks flushed and a smile that eggman himself couldn’t have wiped off your face. shadow remembered the corsage and carefully opened the box and carefully placed it onto your wrist. “this is how you do it right?” he questioned, not wanting to look stupid. “yes, it’s really beautiful shads, thank you.” he blushed at the nickname and took your hand, leading you to the dancefloor.

[hvnnibvni]

Together again II pt 3

Pairings: Jungkook/Reader

Genre: Mature themes. Romance. Angst. Arranged marriage AU. Childhood best friends to lovers AU.

Warnings: cheating, reader is a rope bunny (ALLEGEDLY), hard!dom JK, switch!reader, reader likes to be slutted out, drunken sex, unplanned pregnancy(this is in the end dw😅), cunnilingus, oral (both receiving), fighting (talk shit get hit) daddy!kink, praise!kink, dirty talk, spanking, hair pulling. Just all around nasty y’all.

Authors note: Hey! I’m sorry I’ve been gone for so long. Life hit me like a damn bullet trait and I fell into a spiral. I’m okay now and ready to get back into writing. I actually have another project I was working on before I fell off, so I’m looking forward to finishing that because it’s been a long time since it’s been requested. I HAVEN’T FORGOT ABOUT YOU GIRL!! PLEASE FORGIVE ME!! ILL MAKE IT A SERIES IF YOU WANT!! IM SO SORRY!! Okay but that’s all enjoy!

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“Hey what are you still doin up here? the guests are arriving.” You look back to see Jungkook and your brother Teahyung standing in the doorway to you bedroom.

“Oh hey, I'm considering auctioning off my old house in a couple of days.” Your brother looks at you confused. He doesn’t know the full story of why you left your previous relationship, but he gets the gist of it. No good friend, low down dirty ex-boyfriend. He gets it.

“Why? I mean, it's your house, right?” Your brother asks still lost. ‘Oh my sweet semi-slow big brother’ you thought as you looked back down at your computer. “Yes, but I don’t wanna go back to that house where they’ve probably fucked on all surfaces.” Your face scrunched in disgust.

“Ah I see, Kook what do you think?” He asks looking at his friend.

“I think you should send it now and auction it off tomorrow under your family name. Who wouldn’t want a house that used to belong to designer royalty?” He explains, nonchalantly. “ you sure there’s no other reason?” Tae pushs teasingly.

“Once we’re married my wife shouldn’t have anything in the world to worry about.. and on top of that I want all of her undivided attention.” He explains to his friend while making eye contact with you.

You were unsure whether to blush or cringe at his corny explanation, so you laughed it off. “Okay, I sent it out. If they’re not out by tomorrow they will be trespassing, and the police can deal with them,” you say with a wicked smile.

“wow, I never knew you could be so petty y/n,” your brother says jokingly.

“Aha petty my ass,” you say back rolling your eyes and smiling. “Anyway let’s go before mom sends Mrs. Sanchez up to get us,” you say leading them out of your room.

“Oh yeah if she has to come get us we won’t hear the end of it. I don’t like when she yells at us in Spanish I can’t understand her when she speaks so fast.” Taehyung responds pouting.

“Well I do and I’m not trying to hear it,” you say laughing.

Mrs. Sanchez is a friend of your late grandmother, she’d always watch you and Tae when your parents were away on business. They thought it’d be better to be kept by family rather than a nanny. She taught you both Spanish when you were little. She says it because she doesn’t like nosy people listening to her conversations.

You sigh. “Alright let’s go before we really do get in trouble,” you say as you shut your bedroom door.

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“Ah! Y/n, your mother said you were back. How was the common world?” a distant cousin asks.

‘ whats her name again? Renee?’ Although it seemed like a dig, you paid it no mind.

“It was enjoyable to run my own business, acquire property, and build personal assets,” you reply honestly. ‘This girl is from the collateral family line. She doesn't know what it takes to be a part of the direct line. Let's not waste our time,’

Honestly, for a nepo baby, it'd be easy for you to acquire all of this through your family. Everyone was aware of it, so when you decided to leave, it shocked the entire extended family.

“ I mean, all of those things will be shared with your fiance when you guys get married no? So what was the point of “going out to get your own” when you really didn't need to? Haha just admit you were outside playing house and got way too over your head,” she laughs.

You laugh at her audacity “I'll admit that you admitted to sleeping with your psychology professor, Mr. Crenshaw was it? I'm sure your parents would love to know you got your degree by bouncing on a man twice your dads age, and I'm positive his wife would want to know how he spent his weekend evenings as well. Hm?” you bite back, with the sweetest smile.

“ Miss Y/N, your mother requires your presence.”

“It seems something more important has come up. Oh! I saw you over at the hors d'oeuvres table earlier making sweet love to the sweetish meatballs, maybe try the canapés next?” Before she could further embarrass herself, you excuse yourself from the uninteresting conversation.

As you make your way to your mom, you run into Jungkook who seems to also have been summoned by your mother. “Hello Y/N, you look even more beautiful than when I saw you just a few moments ago.”

“ please stop with the formalities, people will think we aren’t close,” you respond slightly cringing.

“I cannot,”

“And… why is that?” you ask confused

“We are yet to be married, therefore I shall speak formally to show my respect to my fiance.” Jungkook answers courteously.

“ Tight ass..” you mumble under your breath

As you said that Jungkook leans closer to you, so that only you could hear. “Don’t forget, this time next week you’ll be my wife. And there’ll be no need for formality, verbal or,” he pulls you closer, sliding his hand down your back.“physical,” he smirks and continues his way to your mother.

‘Oh sweet Jesus,’ you stand there momentarily before you also continue on your way.

“Y/N! My darling, You look wonderful!” Your mother is the most excited to see you.. as always. “Yeah- where's dad?” you as looking around.

“He took Jungkook to talk business, you know your father,” she says rolling her eyes.

“Anyway we need to discuss your wedding,” … ‘mm- Mother really never misses a beat does she’ you look over at your brother, who conveniently turns away sipping his drink.

“Mommy.. Can't that wait until everyone leaves?” you plead. “No, we have to get this done quickly. We need to work it into everyone's schedule. But you know, if you never would have left, we would've had more time. It's going to be a little uncomfortable for the next week, so just go with the flow. Okay, darling?” she's still holding a grudge for you leaving. Though you have to admit it's nice to be around family again.

“Anyway, I need you early tomorrow morning. I've composed a list of priorities that you and Jungkook need to go through. The date is already set, so you don't need to worry about that. I need you and Jungkook to meet your father and me in the courtyard no later than 5 am.” you look at her with wide eyes. “Mom, it's already 10:00 pm and I've been driving all day, and the party's still going. Can't we push it back to 8 am? That's not too bad, right?”

“Nope. Were on a tight schedule,”

“But-”

“No. Tu obéis s’il te plaît.”

“Dont scold me like a child,” you mumble under your breath.

“Quoi?”

“Nothing…. Okay but can I at least leave to go to be now then?” You ask. Honestly, you didn't even want to come out. You knew it would be just a bunch of wealthy, posh friends of your parents and extended family. They all got on your nerves, so why should you even entertain them? Well... you did want their engagement gifts, so it's a win-win. That and your mother and Mrs. Sanchez would tear into you after.

“I suppose,” your mother sighs. “But you have to say goodnight to you grandfather before you leave,” you sigh thinking she would've made some outlandish request. “And escort Jungkook to his quarters.” there it is… you spoke too soon.

You sigh and nod, giving her a kiss on the cheek before excusing yourself from your family. You make your way over to where your grandfather, father, and Jungkook are having a conversation. Jungkook looks bored but has a fake smile plastered on his face. You know that look all too well. You saw it all the time growing up. He always did it when he was getting lectured, which you overhear your father giving him a talk on what married life will be like.

“Dad you're scaring him, you want me to be left alone at the altar that bad?” your father chuckles

“I'm just letting him know what Auclair women are like-” “And what are we like” your mother pops up out of nowhere, scaring the fuck out of you and your father.

“Very kind, very mindful, very demure-” “That's what I thought,” your mother nods holding your father's arm. “Well, goodnight Grandpa, goodnight Mom and Dad. Jungkook and I are going to excuse ourselves for the evening.”

“goodnight darling, don't forget to show jungkook to his quarters.“ You nod grabbing jungkooks arm who looks more than happy to finally leave this event.

“I thought we'd never get to leave,” you sigh, plopping down on the couch in jungkooks room. “Tell me about it I had to listen to Aunt Magnolia talk about how if I don't marry soon I'll become ‘fruitless’….” Tae comes in after you and Jungkook “Please- what she should be talking about is her son's infidelity and how ‘fruitful” he is… with five other women who aren't his wife,” you all laugh. You missed talking shit about your family with your brother.

“Just tell her you're gay and she'll shut up,” Jungkook laughs “oooh yeah, then she'll splash holy water on me every time she sees me,” everyone nods in agreement, aunt magnolia so conservative Christian that she makes David Green seem liberal. “Anyway I'm gonna head to be. ‘Got a packed day tomorrow morning,” “we have to meet Mom and Dad in the courtyard at 5 am sharp,” you say turning to Junkook “Don't be late or it's our asses,” as you turn to leave Jungkook grabs you by the hand and kissed the back. “Goodnight beautiful.” “Y-yeah… dito. I mean- yeah. Goodnight ...”

Jungkook sighs not letting go of you hand. “What is it?” he doesn't say anything and just pulls you closer, slipping his free hand around your waist. “I thought I could hold back at least a week,” the way he's looking at you makes you feel like you're going to suffocate. Your stomach fills with butterflies as he pulls you closer “But the formalities you said-” “Fuck formalities,” he says smashing his lips into yours.

[that-was-anticlimactic]

guess who tried cutting her bangs by herself again and did even worse than last time😀